AN:- I have no idea what I'm doing starting another story but inspiration struck and the rest as they say is history. This sort of came out of nowhere and when I started it I fully intended for it to only be a One Shot but it kind of just wrote itself and even I was surprised by the finished product. This first chapter is pure angst but I'm fairly certain that there are happier times to come. I hope you all enjoy it. Now given that its after 1am and I have to be up by 6 I'm going to post this and go to bed. Will be looking forward to hearing what you think.

Disclaimer:- As always I have no ownership of Glee or any of its characters but I sure as hell would like to.

RPOV

Sectionals were over, New Directions had been practically torn apart by the BabyGate scandal and yet here they were putting on brave faces and acting as if they didn't have a care in the world.

She watched as Kurt and Mercedes danced around the living room, the celebratory glasses of champagne they had all imbibed obviously taking effect on their co-ordination.

She could see Tina and Mike huddled in a corner together and for a moment she stopped to wonder just how Artie felt about this new development but when she searched him out she found him happily sequestered in his own dark corner with Brittany perched on the arm of his wheelchair giggling in his ear.

Santana and Matt were practically glued at the lips on the couch and she had to resist the urge to clap a hand over her eyes as she saw his hand slide underneath her shirt. She huffed in frustration as she still didn't locate the only person she really wanted to see but Finn was nowhere to be found.

She swung her head around too fast determined to find him and immediately felt the effects of the alcohol she too had consumed and brought a hand to her head while the other gripped the wall trying to regain her balance.

This victory party was not going at all how she had expected when she had impulsively invited all of the members, the 'real members' Jacob Ben Israel not included, back to her house. She had expected them all to toast their success together and she was sure there would have been more than a few toasts made in her direction after her outstanding solo but none of the anticipated salutations had been forthcoming. As per usual it was as if she didn't even exist.

She didn't even know why she was surprised, apart from the one brief moment of camaraderie between her and Mercedes the majority of the people currently in her home had done nothing to indicate that they had any interest in ever being her friend. Looking around with disgust once more she left the room determined to find Finn, at least he had given her moments where she truly believed he cared, however brief and often misleading they had been.

She stumbled slightly as she made her way to the kitchen but saw no sign of the tall quarterback there either. It would appear that he had left without even bothering to say goodbye. Noah and Quinn were nowhere to be seen either but she assumed they were off somewhere having some much needed private time to sort out their future and that of their unborn child. This party was a complete and total disaster and she sincerely doubted that anyone would even notice that she was gone.

She walked to the stairs, the natural high that had engulfed her ever since New Directions' win had been announced almost completely destroyed. Reaching the top of the stairs she paused momentarily as she heard Quinn's voice coming from the guest room, it would seem she and Noah hadn't left after all. She didn't want them to see her and assume she was eavesdropping but she had to go right past the room in order to get to her own. As she hesitated a moment longer with indecision welling in her gut, she heard a distinctly male and very familiar voice responding to Quinn and her heart dropped. Unable to resist the overwhelming urge to see it with her own eyes she crept forward, peering into the room. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the murky darkness of the room but suddenly a movement by the foot of the bed caught her attention.

She clapped a hand over her mouth trying to suppress her moan of despair as she saw Quinn throw herself into Finn's waiting arms, his head dipping to lay a kiss against the blonde hair that appeared to shimmer in the moonlight. As she watched Quinn lifted her head, bringing her hands up to cup his face and dragging his lips down to hers where they met in a kiss so filled with tenderness that Rachel felt tears well in her eyes.

She couldn't believe it, after everything they had been through in the last couple of days, everything she had done to try and free him from the web of lies he had been unknowingly embroiled in, and here he was back in Quinn's arms like nothing had ever happened.

Almost before she knew what she was doing her feet were moving, rushing her in the direction of the sanctity of her bedroom, tears streaming from her eyes.

She slammed the door behind her as she threw herself down on her bed allowing the sobs she had been choking back ever since she had seen them to finally erupt. Her whole body shook as she sobbed into her pillow and she was convinced that this must be how it felt to actually have your heart break.

PPOV

He had been sitting on her window ledge nursing what surely must have been at least his eighth beer when the door had opened emitting the hysterical girl into the room. He had sighed knowing that what he had seen the beginnings of half an hour before between the soon to be mother of his child and his ex best friend had obviously come to fruition.

He had watched as Quinn had gone upstairs waiting only a couple of minutes to try and formulate what he would say to her in yet another attempt to convince her to allow him to be with her and their child before following, but that brief space of time had been all that it had taken for Finn and Quinn to begin to find their way back to each other. There was no way he could stand there and watch their reunion so he had turned away from the door making his way to a room that he had been to before clutching a six pack in his hands.

He had intended to be well and truly gone before she had decided to come to her room, certain that she would be playing the role of hostess to her guests until every last one of them was gone and the party completely over but she had surprised him and now he had yet another thing to add to his list of things that were completely fucking up what should have been a pretty decent night given their triumph at Sectionals.

He watched as she cried, great wracking sobs at first that had gradually lessened to soft hiccups all the time debating if he could just get the hell out of there without her noticing. But watching her pain he had felt an answering ache within his chest and so he had stayed, not able to simply walk away as he so desperately wanted to do while she was in such torment.

He looked at her curled in a foetal position on her bed and couldn't sit there any longer. Placing his empty bottle soundlessly on the floor he had made his way over to the bed, toeing off his sneakers as he went before lowering himself down beside her, curling his body around hers.

He felt her body tense as she registered the bed dipping under his weight but she remained where she was seemingly beyond caring of just who it was joining her on the bed. He slid his arm around her pulling her back against his body needing the comfort of her in his arms just as much as she did. His fingertips grazed her neck as he pulled her hair off her face and back onto the pillow behind her before he rested his cheek on hers, lifting his head momentarily to breathe the words into her ear.

"Shh Berry, you're gonna be ok, now go to sleep," he could feel her body relax into his as she registered his words before her emotional exhaustion took over and she fell into a fitful sleep.

AN:- There is now an unofficial fan page on Facebook for all of you Puck and Rachel fans. Just type Puckleberry fans into your search box and it should come up.