Not According to Plan Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

A/N: Kay so this is the start of my second Puckleberry Fic, don't worry if you are reading my other one, I will post as soon as possible. I needed to write this out. I think this story is interesting. So please let me know what you think. Reviews are like my drug, I need them to write. ;]

Not According to Plan

Chapter One:

Rachel stepped into McGulligan's bar, like she did every Friday night when she wasn't performing in a show, and looked around. She spotted the familiar Mohawk hairstyle – still going strong after all these years- surrounded by a small crowd of male college students. Noah's friends: Max Kimball, Joseph Letterman, and Kyle Finx were the only ones she knew out of all of them. She watched as Noah Puckerman downed another shot, him being encouraged by a chorus of cheers, and she shook her head. It seemed that since he was legally allowed to drink, he had been doing so more than ever before.

She pushed her way through the crowd and lightly tapped him on the shoulder as she came into his line of sight. He grinned and raised his arms over his head. "The other half of tonight's entertainment has finally arrived!" He laughed and pulled her into a tight hug.

"You smell like Tequila!"

"And you smell like cookies."

"Cookies smell better than tequila."

"Well now," Noah smirked. "That can be debatable."

Rachel rolled her eyes and playfully shoved him off of her. "How are you, Puckerman?"

"I'm good, Berry, how are you?"

"Great!" Rachel smiled. "Garrett won't be able to join us this evening, he's in the studio."

Noah's expression immediately changed at the mention of Garrett McGuire, Rachel's boyfriend. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed slightly but Rachel ignored it. Like she always did. Because she knew that Noah wasn't a big fan of him but she loved Garrett with all her heart and that was all that matter. "The wanna-be rock star was in the Post today," Noah grumbled as he grabbed himself another shot.

"Yes, I know. He was with a Blonde." Rachel replied as she sat down on one of the stools.

"So you saw that?"

"Yes, it's just a publicity stunt. The girl is his co-star in the movie he's doing." Rachel explained.

"Since when is he an actor?" Noah muttered. "Is that what he told you?"

"He just got the contract, and yes, that is what he told me."

"And you believe him?"

Rachel sighed, "Of course I believe him. I trust him."

"Well I don't."

"What's new with you?" Rachel asked, changing the subject. "We haven't talked in like two days!"

Noah chuckled and ran his hand over the 'hawk, "eh, just school. Getting ready to join the Academy."

"The Academy?"

"Yeah," He shrugged. "The Fire Academy."

Her brows rose in surprise, "The Fire Academy? Really? That's great, Noah!" She clapped her hands but paused for a moment, "Are you sure about this, Noah? Being a Fireman has its risks…"

"I know, Rachel," He grinned at her sudden concern. "But I figured it's the least I could do, give back to society and all."

She smiled, "Well, I'm proud."

"Proud of what?" Kurt asked as he appeared beside Rachel, his arm hooked with an arm that belonged to the one Quinn Fabray.

Rachel squealed loudly as she hopped off the barstool and pulled them both in a hug. "You guys came!"

"Well we figured you would kill us if we missed a third night in the row," Quinn explained with a small smile.

"Well, since you two have missed two nights. You two are the first up," Rachel replied in her matter of fact tone which earned her amused expression from both her friends. Noah just rolled his eyes and downed the shot that had been in his hands.

"Only if you come up there with us," Kurt countered.

"We are a little rusty," Quinn added.

Rachel's nose wrinkled, though both knew she couldn't pass up a chance to sing, even if it was in a group. A small grin formed on her face and she nodded. "Fine, I shall go on with you. I have the perfect song in mind. Noah you can go next."

"Yes, mother," Noah replied as he shook his head.

Rachel ignored his teasing and led the blond and the male diva up to the small stage.

The three stood on the stage before the microphones and Rachel beamed as they were greeted by a loud chorus of cheers. Noah being the loudest of them all. The music started and Kurt lit up pleasantly, it being one of his favorite artists.

(Rachel, Quinn, Kurt, All)

"I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush babe.
A dizzy twister dance
Can't find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone."

"What's going on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright".

"Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Just dance."

"Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe.
Control your poison babe
Roses with thorns they say.
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight."

"What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright."

"Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Just dance."

"When I come through on the dance floor checking out that catalogue.
Can't believe my eyes so many women without a flaw."

"And I ain't gonna' give it up, steady tryna pick it up like a call
I'm gonna hit it, I'm gonna hit it and flex and do it until tomorrow, yeah
Shorty I can see that you got so much energy
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
There's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay, let me watch you break it down."

"Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Just dance."

"Half psychotic, sick hypnotic got my blueprint it's symphonic."

"Half psychotic, sick hypnotic got my blueprint electronic."

Half psychotic, sick hypnotic got my blueprint it's symphonic."

"Half psychotic, sick hypnotic got my blueprint electronic."

"Go. Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Don't slow! Drive it, clean it lysol, bleed it
Spend the last dough"

(I got it)

"In your Pocko"

(I got it)

"Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Just dance."

The room whistled and cheered while Rachel, Quinn and Kurt took a bow. They rushed off stage as Noah slowly made his way up, his hands in his pockets. "I hate going after you guys," He whispered jokingly in Rachel ear before he took his place in front of the middle microphone.

"Yeah, well. This song popped on my playlist, thanks Rachel, so I thought I would sing it for everyone," Noah explained before the music started to play for him.

"Well Hell sees her shadow in my backseat
And her friends are standing right in front of me
World-wide from the Cimarron to Turkey
Open up saying' everybody loves me

And you don't have to make a sound
Cause they got what you need (what you need)
Oh, Oh Oh Oh

Got love for the people that have warned you
God love all your sentimental virtue
Eight balls with the takers that'll make you
Lay cards with the lovers that'll hate you

And you don't have to make a sound
They got what you need (what you need)
Like you say

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Get down
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me

Well I
Play the music don't stop till I turn gray
"Stars Forever," like John Sousa, never fade
He had a beautiful child, named her Désirée*
Hope I'll remember the good things that I never made

Cause you don't have to make a sound
When they got what you need
Like you say

Everybody
Everybody
Oh!
Everybody
Everybody

Don't need my health
Got my name and got my wealth, I
Stare at the sun
Just for kicks all by myself, I
Lose track of time
So I might be past my prime, but
I'm feeling oh so good
YEAH!

Oh I said, everybody, everybody
Don't you know you who you are
I said, Everybody
Everybody
Everybody
WHOOOOA!"

They went through song after song, taking a break to let others to go up on stage for their turn, and soon enough, Rachel stumbled out of the pub wrapped up in Noah's arms giggling in her slightly tipsy state.

"Taxi!" Noah yelled which only made Rachel laugh more.

A yell cab pulled up and he held the door open for her. "Get your ass in there," He ordered and lightly shoved her into the vehicle. He gave the driver her street address and then leaned back against the seat. Rachel rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes when his fingers slowly ran through her thick, dark curls. "I had fun tonight," She whispered.

Noah pressed his lips against the top of her head, "Good."

"Wish Garret was there though," She added, the sad tones in her voice made his back stiffen. If he could, he would kill the stupid rock star that had made her feel this miserable. "He's been so distant lately, "Rachel continued sadly.

"Why are you with him, Rachel?"

"Because I love him."

"And he loves you?"

She nodded, "Exactly."

"If he loved you," Noah said. "He wouldn't put you through this crap. He would go out of his way to spend time with you because that's how important you are too him."

Rachel frowned and sat up slightly, "Noah, you don't know him like I do. He's been busy with work. The studio has been threatening to drop his contact. The movie is taking up so much time…"

"But if you were in his position, Rachel," He said simply. "You would have put your relationship first."

Rachel pursed her lips together and looked away, "Can we not talk about this? We had a fun night, let's not have this ruin it."

Noah took a deep breath and nodded stiffly. One of these days he was going to punch Garrett when Rachel wasn't looking. The douche deserved it. "We're going to meet up for a usual sober up brunch at the diner tomorrow?" he asked.

The smile returned to her features and she nodded, "Yes, of course! Our usual waffles and fruit oatmeal."

"Good, because this looks like your stop," Noah smirked as the taxi came to a stop.

Rachel leaned over and kissed Puck on the cheek, gently, before she reached into her purse. But he stopped her, "I got it."

She gave him a thankful smile before she slipped out of the car, waved goodbye and made her way into the lobby of her New York apartment building that she shared with Garrett. She got into the elevator and allowed it to sweep her up to the fifth level. As she unlocked her door, she typed a quick text to Noah to let him know that she arrived inside safely, and she pressed send. But she placed her purse and coat down on the entry way table, she heard something funny. A moan? Definitely not something she had expected to hear when she walked through her door. Then, she heard it again and her back stiffened as she reached for the rape whistle that was hidden inside her purse. She stepped through the apartment slowly, fully prepared to see a strange robber to pop out of nowhere. The kitchen, the living room, and the main bathroom were all clear. Her eyes fell on her bedroom door, which was closed, and swallowed hard. Her hand pressed against the cool wood of the door and as it opened, she dropped her whistle at the sight she saw.

Her boyfriend, her love, her life, was making love to another. She watched as their hips thrust, as blond hair whipped around as the girl's head thrashed. She listened to the moans that rang out from both of their mouths and to the raspy sounds of her breaths. Rachel's whole body felt numb and her throat ran dry. She couldn't speak, too shocked to even know what to say. The only thing that brought her out of her daze was the tear that trickled down her cheek. She wiped it away and backed up quietly. To make a quick getaway was the only thing on her mind and the only thing she wanted to do.

She grabbed her purse, leaving her coat, and rushed back into the elevator. She clicked the lobby as much as she could until the doors opened to it. And with shaky fingers, Rachel dialed Noah's number and listened to the dial tone until, "Noah?" She croaked. "Please come get me."