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Chapter 1

She was infuriating. She rarely shut up. She wore those stupid tiny skirts with even stupider knee high socks and even worse, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He didn't know how it had begun but suddenly she had made him breath again, suddenly he hated when she wasn't speaking to him and suddenly those skirts and socks appeared in every dream he had, whether she was doing kinky shit or not; the most infuriating thing about it all however was that she seemed oblivious.

After the fiasco that was McKinley highs own baby gate she had been the only one to still talk to him normally and talk she did, about stupid musicals or other crap he'd never heard of but strangely he had found it kind of comforting, she never pushed him to talk about it or try and fix things with Finn. Not like all the others who if they weren't staring daggers at him were telling him to make things right.

They had quickly fallen into a routine. He'd take her to and from school, where she'd lecture him about his trucks cleanliness and his bad taste in music. He'd sometimes go over to hers where he'd help her with her MySpace videos and laugh at her décor, to which her response was a pillow to his face. She'd go over to his to help him study, pulling faces at the state of his bedroom, to which he'd pull off one of her socks and chuck it out his window. It was odd, he knew, but it was the most real thing he had. On the day he found out she was going on a date with Finn he had hit the gym so hard he couldn't move the next day. On the following day when she had told him that there had been no spark with Finn and after all that effort they had always been destined to be friends he had kissed her, sucking slowly on her bottom lip, right before his sister had burst into his room telling him "someone called Sultana something or other is screaming for you" as she thrust the phone into his hand.

When Quinn lost the baby and everyone else had gone home from the hospital, Rachel had stayed behind in the corridor, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he held his head in his hands. He had expected some speech from her about how all things happen for a reason but she just sat there silent, hand on his shoulder, until he had got up and left. Over the next few days he had shut himself off completely, rarely moving from his bed and ignoring her texts and phone calls. He had gone through two weeks of silence before he turned up on her doorstep with his apology only to find out from one of her dads that she had left for the summer, some summer programme in New York.

After that he didn't really see anyone except his mum and sister and the occasional pool cleaning client. He told himself he didn't care, that he didn't miss anyone but when Finn had turned up one day on his doorstep shuffling his feet and stuttering out words like, "Need to move forward" and rambling on about how he was giving Quinn another shot, he had felt an enormous weight he didn't realise was there lifted off his shoulders. He had smiled and pulled Finn in for a half hug before he added "Don't worry, I promise I won't knock her up again, or have sex with her for that matter." Upon noticing Finn's expression he had added "Too soon?" to which Finn had laughed. Things were finally getting back to normal. Except it had been a month and he missed her.

He slowly became integrated with his fellow club mates again, joining them sometimes when they hung out. Kurt and Mercedes had filled him in about Rachel, how she had been asked on some Julliard summer scheme, he had pretended he didn't care shrugging his shoulders and saying, "Good for her, even better for us, all this quiet." He took Mercedes shaking of the head as a sign that she wasn't stupid.

On his third attempt to have sex with a totally hot cougar he had given up, he only got excited if he thought about dark hair and short skirts and the one time one had dressed up in knee socks he had criticised that she wasn't wearing them right, when really he knew that it was because the right person wasn't wearing them.

After six weeks he had texted her, he had been at Brittany's party totally not missing her, until he was wasted and apparently had sent her a message. His only proof the next day as he nursed his hangover was a sent message to Berry with the words, you left me. She hadn't replied with a message but had tried to call him half an hour after it was sent, something he hadn't realised because at that point he was puking, then passing out.

He had stared at his phone screen for an hour straight before going to breakfast with Finn and the gang, he resisted the urge to take out his cell and stare at the missed call at the diner but everyone's attention was on him as they laughed about how drunk he had been, including Kurt totally scaring the shit out of him by lying about him trying to kiss him, he had just smirked and said "In your dreams Hummel." to which Kurt had replied "Always" with a wink. He had barely noticed when Finn left the table to answer his cell but nearly choked on his soda ten minutes later when Rachel walked into the diner and Finn said "Surprise" to everyone before skipping over to pick her up in a hug.

He sat there like an idiot, flexing his fingers into fists then unclenching to rub them in his jeans as everyone else got up to say hello, it was only when Quinn literally pushed him out of the booth did he stand up, moving from one front to the other then quickly nodding a "Berry" in her direction, she gave him a small smile and a polite "Noah" before adverting her attention to Quinn, moving to hug her. She then had rambled on about how she had missed everyone, that she had loads to tell but that she was super tired and just stopped by to say hello, before she exited the diner just as quickly as she had walked in. He stared at the door and wondered how that had been it, six weeks and all he got was a hello. Mercedes seemed to read his mind as he sat down because she shook her head at him before adding "Berry? You pine away for six weeks and all you got is Berry? Damn you're a dumbass sometimes!" He tried to think of some witty retort about how he was badass or even a killer insult but instead he tapped the table, nodded at her once, then bolted to his truck. Damn chick. She was right.

This hasn't been beta'd so is probably full of mistakes, let me know if you find any :)