Nyahahahaha! It's me, Blue with my first Glee fic! I started to watch Glee and I fell in love with it as soon as I heard "Don't Stop Believing" and every event before that song :)) And because of this fic, I am now into a teeny-weeny debacle with Pink about who's better with Puck. And hopefully I'll win! :P Enough of the background story, read and review and candy will drop out of the sky if you're good. ;))

Disclaimer: I do not own any Glee name, event or item mentioned in this story. I only hope and pray to own Puck :D


The sweet melody of a guitar was floating through the William McKinley High School auditorium. Even with the numerous chatters and people vocalizing, she was able to tune out all of them just to hear him strum his simple yet magical instrument. Her eyes are just focused on his fingers, plucking and strumming the strings of his guitar perfectly to the rhythm of his choice. Her friend soprano caught her attention and walked towards the distracted singer.

"Hey are you okay?" He said with a concerned voice.

"I'm sorry, huh? What?" She said, confused and dazed as her fellow singer asked her a casual, yet hard-to-answer question.

"You were looking at him again, aren't you?" He crossed his arms over his chest and settled his weight on one of his legs

Typical Kurt. "Define 'looking' and 'him' and 'again' and 'you'." She responded as she put on a dumb blonde act, too bad that she wasn't born with the hair.

"I know you, Rachel, I can see right through you, and not in a sexual way." He said with a clever smirk.

"Am I that predictable?" Rachel Berry complained as she groaned.

"No," Kurt Hummel answered, placing his hand on her delicate shoulder, "I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want to see you get hurt by him again." He concluded his statement with a friendly smile before going to Mercedes to practice their song.

She sighed as he left her alone. She took one glance at the person who she admired, hated then liked again. Only this time, he was now looking at her with sad eyes before packing up his guitar and went to his fellow Glee members.

After the long hours of practice, listening to Mr. Schuester words of encouragement, and avoiding Artie's wheelchair mishaps, rehearsals were finally over. Most of them already left in a huff, except 2 students lingered behind the rest. He was keeping his guitar, since he used it a while ago, and she was picking up her music sheets. Both of them purposely slowed down their actions just to steal glances to one another. When both of them are caught looking, they just quickly glance away whilst a pinkish color appears on their respective cheeks. Rachel couldn't take it anymore because she has nothing else to do to keep her preoccupied. She was just shuffling her music sheets, not caring that they were starting to crunch up. With all her confidence, and none of her usual fear and insecurity she hides every time, Rachel walks over to him putting her hands inside the pockets of her black sweater.

"Um, hey." She said in a low-key tone so that she won't startle the man.

He snapped his head backwards to see Rachel behind him. He slowly got up and crosses his arms over his muscular chest "Hi."

So simple, yet it makes her heart beat rapidly. She could always feel that same beat every time he says at least a word to her a day. "So, what do you think of practice today?"

Is work and music all she ever talks about in this room? "It's alright, I guess."

She simply nodded at him. "Okay."

"So, how's your solo coming up?" He said, trying to keep up their awkward conversation.

"It's getting better, hopefully." Rachel responded, biting her lip and averted her eyes away from him.

"Um, how's life?" She asked in a dumbfounded way, mentally kicking herself.

"Okay, I can't take it. Berry, what's wrong?" The first part of his statement was filled with annoyance, but the latter was voiced with genuine worry.

"Nothing, everything's cool." Rachel said, not making contact with his eyes, something that he didn't wanted.

He sighed, taking a few steps closer to her and softly sliding his finger under her smooth chin and pushed it to face him. His eyes spoke every emotion within him: hurt and a hint of apologizing, and she knew that tears are crawling up her throat, each one getting harder to stop reaching her eyes.

"Rachel." He said, so smooth and gentle, irresistible to hate.

"Puck, please." Like a dagger through his heart, he dropped his hand deadly, making it harder to show a strong face. She never called him Puck, loving his first name better.

"I never should've started this, I'm sorry." She hurriedly said, turning around and quickly took a few steps forward heading out. But he stopped her, grabbing her wrists desperately, not wanting to see her leave him again.

"Rachel, stay." He could say 2 or 3 plain words and it makes her worship his heavenly voice. She closed her eyes and slowly turned around while his grip was still on her wrist.

"What?" She asked while opening her close tearful, sounding so painfully hopeless that it almost killed Puck.

"I know this was hard for you," He took a deep, nervous breath before continuing. "She's my kid, but I was a fool to mess with Quinn. I promised to her, whether she accepted or not, that I won't let my daughter down. You have to under-"

"I completely understand!" She angrily yelled at him, whipping her arm forcefully off his grip. "You want to support an unborn baby and a stupid excuse for a mother when you can't even support your own mom and sister?!" She knew she went too deep, pulling his family problems into the early part of their fight. But, she did not falter.

"Rachel, my mother and I are trying our fucking' best to even keep my baby sister alive! I don't need that kind of a news flash when I freaking experience the shit every single day of my fucked up life!" He responded, each word made his voice rise up higher and higher.

"Puck, think about it! Would Quinn Fabray really want you, Noah Puckerman, to raise a sweet, innocent child?" She paused, letting the mood in the room from livid to disappointing silence.

"Well, I-"

"Would Quinn really believe that you have the guts to support her and the baby?" She repeated her question in a challenging tone.

"I... I'll try to." Puck said, scared of her response. Not so high and mighty now, Noah?

"That didn't answer my question." Rachel crossed her arms as she just stared him down.

He just dropped his head down and fell silent by her answer, defeated and fallen.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"What about you, Rachel?" He raised his head high, not letting her leave with the upper hand. "Would you really think that Finn Hudson will leave his girlfriend's side during her pregnancy?"

She opened her mouth to retaliate, yet no peep came out. She was trapped.

"He truly believes with his heart and soul that it's his daughter that Quinn is carrying. And he's got to be the biggest idiot ever since they never had sex. Wouldn't that ruin the reputation of Rachel's perfect boyfriend?" He said, crossing his arms again over his chest while hers fell right beside her.

"That's what I thought." He caught her with her own words that she used against him, smirking proudly.

But that smirk was quickly wiped off his face as a perfectly-manicured hand connected with his cheek. Rachel Berry just slapped her ex-boyfriend Noah Puckerman like crazy.

"I don't even know why I loved you!" With that, she stormed off and slammed the door harshly. Poor, defenceless door.

He was stunned, his hand travelled up his almost throbbing and crimson cheek. Forget the dagger, a bomb just exploded inside his even more broken down heart. It killed him to hear those mind-numbing words. It just replayed in his head, sickeningly mocking him.

I don't even know why I loved you!

He kicked a nearby chair, almost destroying it in the process. He grabbed a bunch of empty music sheets and tore them into millions of pieces and threw them around him. Each piece was slowly floating down like it was challenging him that it was his heart falling instead of lifeless paper. He had fire in his eyes, and he was sick and tired of the fact that his life always turned for the worst every time he gets at least a pinch of happiness. Practically livid and heartbroken, a not-so-nice combination, he grabbed his guitar off the ground before angrily leaving the auditorium. The last 2 pieces of paper finally landed on the ground, it's form was a heart broken into 2, discriminating Puck's very own.