A/N: I was inspired to write this by the genuine affection for Rachel evinced by both Puck and Finn. What if she loved them both equally? What if they loved her enough to want her happiness more than anything else? What if that meant that they were both in a relationship with her, at the same time? For those of you familiar with polyamorous parlance—I consider this relationship to be a polyfidelitous "V" relationship, with Rachel at the apex. Also, I wondered how other people (inside the gleeverse) would react to this admittedly unusual arrangement.

Looking back, Rachel wasn't quite sure when or how their relationship had developed into what it had become. For the longest time, her boys were just her boys. Puck and Finn always had her back. Occasionally, there had been times when she'd grown distant with one or the other, but that never lasted. They had girlfriends, she had boyfriends, but they never lasted either. She had never really developed friendships with other girls before she had joined glee—mostly because the girls at her school were shallow, vapid, vicious little bitches. Her friendships with Puck and Finn had been equally strained when they dated some of those girls. Puck and Finn's friendship with each other was strained when Finn's girlfriend, Quinn, cheated on him with Puck. Rachel hated to remember that time. She felt so distant from her boys, and she had ached inside for the pain they were both going through. They had both turned to her for solace and comfort in the aftermath. She had done the best she could, but she felt herself torn between them—she felt she must choose somebody. And so did they. They demanded that she pick a side. Rachel never did well with ultimatums. Furious with both of them, she refused to deal with either of them, and started to date a boy from another school named Jesse St. James. Puck and Finn were livid when Jesse transferred to their school to date their girl. It was funny, and it never once occurred to them, that they didn't mind each other so much, but they couldn't stand that prat from Carmel High. Rachel thought that everything must have come to a head when Jesse betrayed her in what she referred to as "the Parking Lot Incident". (Everyone else called it Rachel Omelette.) Puck and Finn were united in their desire to rearrange Jesse's face. Yes. It must have been around then. They both knew by that time that they each loved her. They also knew what happened when they made Rachel choose between them. Their relationship seemed to progress through its own organic genesis. The boys would take her to the movies, bowling, to the paintball gun park, on picnics, etc. It actually took Rachel awhile to realize that her boys were taking her on dates. The first time she realized what was happening occurred when some of their friends from glee wanted to come bowling with them.

"Hey, guys? Mercedes, Artie, Mike, and Tina think bowling would be a blast. I invited them to join us, okay?" Puck and Finn didn't seem overly thrilled with the idea, and sulked all night long.

"What's wrong with Puck and Finn?" Mercedes asked Rachel. Rachel rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I have NO idea. They are driving me crazy! I am so close to going home it isn't funny."

"Well, girl, maybe you should ask them what's wrong." Rachel snorted.

"As if they'd tell me! They'd probably rather rip out their own tongues than…" An unholy light gleamed in Rachel's eyes. She whipped out her phone and punched her speed dial for Kurt.

"Hi, sweetie! What's up?"

"Men are idiots," Rachel bit out through gritted teeth.

"Except me, of course."

"Well, yes. You, Kurt, are the exception that proves the rule. I meant other men."

"You mean my brother."

"Maybe. He's definitely one of them." Kurt sighed heavily. He had grown really fond of Finn, he supposed he loved him like a brother, but sometimes he could be an absolute ass.

"Please god, tell me our mom won't see it on the news."

"No! Well, maybe if I go over the edge and kosh him in the head with a bowling ball." Mercedes giggled at the image that conjured. Kurt sat up.

"Wait a minute. Is Mercedes there?"

"Yeah. It's a bunch of us from glee. Mercedes, Artie, Tina, Mike, Puck, Finn and me."

"Did Puck and Finn ask you to go bowling?"

"Yes."

"Did you invite the rest of the gang?"

"Well…yes." Kurt sighed. He knew his brother really loved the tiny brunette. He also knew his brother's fears about pushing her away after the whole Omelette debacle. He had been (accidently! He totally was NOT eavesdropping!) privy to Finn and Puck's compromise to make sure they didn't scare off their girl to some other creep. "Kurt? Do not tell me you actually know what the hell is going on and you didn't tell me!" Rachel's perfectly trained voice ripped through a couple octaves and decibels. She began pacing next to the table she and Mercedes had been sitting at.

"Language, darling." Rachel's chocolate eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You do know. Somehow, someway, you know something I don't. Something they don't want me to know." The wheels turned furiously in Rachel's mind. She was so used to the rivalry between Finn and Puck she hadn't realized that they'd become a team—united, and with a single focus named Rachel Berry. She thought back through recent events. She realized they'd started acting differently after the whole "Parking Lot Incident". She thought about what that meant, and she sucked breath into her lungs in a gasp. "Oh my god!"

"You might want to talk to them, you know. Maybe soon." Kurt suggested sweetly.

"Uh-huh. I love you, too." She murmured dazedly into the phone.

"So? What did Kurt say?"

"Um, nothing. Damn him!"

"But why did you say 'oh my god!' like that?"

"Um. Kurt said that he wants to have a sleepover with us. At my house. This weekend." Rachel was desperately trying to figure out how to cover up her faux pas on the phone. Luckily, Mercedes was so excited at the prospect of seeing their favorite Dalton Warbler, she forgot about the weirdness on the phone. Rachel didn't. She stalked over to her two boys sulking off to the side of everyone else. She leaned down toward them both and narrowed her gaze at them. They both swallowed nervously. Rachel was kind of scary when she had that glint in her eye.

"We need to talk." Then she stood up and stalked off to Mercedes. They both looked at each other in a blind panic. Those were the words guaranteed to strike fear into the hearts of relationship-minded people everywhere.

Later that night, they drove her home. Finn and Puck took turns being the official ride, but whenever they took their girl out, they all went in the same vehicle. It was never something they'd actually talked about—they just did it. The boys were really quiet on the ride. Rachel, because she was currently not speaking to either of them for fear she would say something she'd regret horribly right after it left her mouth, was unusually quiet as well. In fact, the only sound was the radio. They arrived at Rachel's house. She sat in the car for a moment.

"In the house. Now." She slammed the car door and in the house she stomped all the way up the stairs to her bedroom.

"This can't be good." Finn muttered.

"Yeah." Puck couldn't agree more. They looked at each other and fist bumped. No matter what, they were going to see this through. They'd already decided that. The boys got out of the car and walked slowly upstairs, looking like they were on the way to the guillotine. Rachel whirled and glared at them, her arms crossed across her chest.

"So when did you two decide that I was so stupid, that you didn't need to talk to me about how you were going to share me?" The boys both paled at the exact same time.

"Berry, that's not it at all," Puck spread his hands in front of him.

"Shut it, Puckerman! I am so mad at both of you right now! I can't believe you would go along with this, Finn!"

"Rach…" Finn looked horrified. "I didn't…I mean…we, we didn't want you to end up with some other jerk because of another dumb ultimatum."

"We screwed up the first time. We get that, Rachel, we own it." Puck was so sincere. It was so weird, but he was so sweet and honest.

"So we decided we would never do that again. I mean, make you choose. You said you cared about both of us and if we cared at all about you—we wouldn't make you choose between us. So we won't." Finn was trying so hard to make sure she understood why they had made their decision. He was adorable when he was so earnest.

"The only problem is, Rachel. We don't like you anymore." Puck glanced at Finn for reassurance who nodded. Then they both looked at Rachel.

"We love you." She sat down. Hard. On the floor. They scrambled to her side. One boy on either side. Both with tender concern in their faces. Each with worry in his eyes.

"You love me?" They nodded. "Both of you?" They smiled and nodded again.

"We love you." They said it in unison. It made Rachel's arms turn to gooseflesh. She stared at them almost dumbfounded. How could she choose between them? It was impossible. Finn was sweet, kind and giving. He was a natural leader. People looked to him in times of crisis. He built people up, encouraged them to look within to find their own strengths and play to them. Puck was a rebel. He reveled in his self-proclaimed title of bad-ass. He expected people to tough it out on their own, just as he had done. If you were a friend of Puck's—he would have your back, no matter what. They were both so different. That was exactly why she loved them.

"I…I can't choose between you." She whispered, her eyes wide and filling with tears.

"We don't want you to!" Finn reassured her, stroking her arm.

"That's the point, Rachel." Puck agreed, brushing her hair off her shoulder.

"If you pick one of us. Doesn't matter which one. The other one loses you." Finn's voice was quiet and his face had that tight look that meant he was internalizing his emotions again.

"I can't do that." Puck said quietly, looking away from Rachel.

"Me either," mumbled Finn concentrating on the pile of Rachel's carpet.

"So…so you share me?" Rachel looked like she thought both of them might be crazy.

"What are we supposed to do?" Puck asked quietly.

"You tell us, Rach. Tell us how to make it fair. How to not hurt anybody, and we'll do it." Finn refused to look at her. She was already hurting them. They were both terrified of what might happen tonight. She looked at both of them. Really looked at them. No one knew her boys like she did. She sighed.

"I cannot believe I am agreeing to this. It is insane! You know that right? Right?" Then she squealed as she was attacked by both boys. They hugged her tightly between them. They both kissed whatever part of her they could reach. She wasn't sure who kissed her lips first, but both boys claimed them at some point. This was crazy. Absolutely crazy.