A/N: I thought of this one night while I was venting on the IMDB board. So let me know what you think:) It's my first fanfic so be gentle lol.

Chapter 1

Noah Puckerman gradually made his way down the aisle of the airplane to sit in row 42A. He hated to fly, especially if he didn't know who going to sit by him the entire flight. He just hoped he wasn't sitting by someone annoying who would talk his ears off. Looking at the seat row and number, he glanced down to spot none other than Rachel Berry sitting in the window seat of row 42. With a heavy sigh, he reached overhead to put his things away and took his seat. He looked over and saw the petite brunette hard at work writing something, another song if he had to guess, and listening to her ipod. "Hey Berry." he said. Getting no response, he tapped her leg with his knuckles.

Rachel Berry looked up to see her former flame/makeout partner one seat away from her. Confused, she pulled down one of her headphones. "Noah. What are you doing in my row? Don't you have some cliché of a hot girl to hit on?" she didn't mean to sound so snippy, but she knew that sitting in a close proximity to Noah would break her concentration. There was no way she would ever tell him that though. The man already had an ego so large, she was surprised the plane could hold both him and it.

"Excuse me, princess but the Puckerman is now taking ownership of this row" he gave her a suggestive wink and added, "and everything in it."

Rachel rolled her eyes and just as she was about to burst his bubble, she saw the person who was going to sit between them. A woman bigger than Lauren Zizes with acne all over her face and a Butterfingers in her mouth was making her way down the aisle and stopped dead at Puck. Rachel cleared her throat and replied, "Really? Then you're going to have your hands full." Puck's eyebrows knit together in a confused expression, causing Rachel to point with her eyes.

Puck's head slowly turned and his eyes roamed up the giant figure in front of him. The lady stared at him and winked, showing blackened teeth from the candy bar. He nearly threw up right there. For a second, he forgot that she couldn't get in without him getting up. Clearing his throat, he stood up and inched his way past her to give her space. He heard a snicker and looked behind toward the front of the plane where he saw Santana and Quinn barely holding back laughter at who he had to sit by. And they weren't just laughing at the random lady.

What did I do wrong in a past life? He wondered. When he turned his eyes back to the row, he found Rachel's eyes boring into him and a tearful woman. Shit! He couldn't believe he said that out loud. This is going to be the worst plane ride ever, he thought. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a text message. He expected to see Satan or Quinn's number, but instead found a message from Rachel.

RB: Nice going. As if this plane ride wasn't going to be long already.

Leave it to her to text as though she were writing a paper. He quickly typed a response.

NP: Hey it's not my fault my awesome mouth does things w/o me knowing ;)

RB: I know firsthand that your mouth is not that awesome. But don't worry; she gets off at the airport during our layover.

He would never admit it because it's totally not badass, but that kinda hurt his feelings.

NP: Spicy today are we? Wait. We have a leftover?

Rachel gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head.

RB: A layover. It means we stay in the plane while the rest of the passengers get off.

Puck grunted in frustration. How long did it take to get to New York anyway? Just as he was about to respond, a blonde haired, green eyed stewardess stopped by him and informed him that his phone now needed to be shut off. He noticed her tanned, toned legs and how they reminded of a certain brunette sitting just two seats away. Shaking the thought away, he let his eyes roam her body, not caring at all if it offended her. After all, what girl wouldn't want a piece of the Puckzilla? The leggy stewardess blushed at the lustful gaze and continued her journey to the back of the plane. Puck decided that maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

About an hour into the flight the flight attendants handed out peanuts and drinks. The leggy stewardess took Rachel, the lady next to her, and Puck's orders. She came back 15 minutes later with their drinks and snacks. While grabbing the drink and napkin, he saw something written on it. After the stewardess left, he read what she wrote:

Meet me in 10 at the back restroom

Fuck yeah! Now this was what he called customer service. Those 10 minutes nearly killed him, but when he saw his opening, he practically flew to the back restroom.

He was grabbed by the stewardess and pulled into the restroom. It was so small he wasn' sure if they both could fit. As she maneuvered them around the tight compartment, he was letting his hands roam over her body. She managed to sit up on the counter and wrap her legs around his ass, bringing him in closer and continued to assault his mouth. She wasn't a very good kisser, in fact she was horrible. Dismissing that thought, he brought his hand up her inner thigh and realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He inserted 2 fingers into her folds and started to move them in and out. Her moans had him hard until it dawned on him how loose she was. His hard on started to die around the time that thought crossed his mind and just as he was about to pull his fingers out and ditch her, the door swung open.

Clearly, not making sure the lock was secure enough was a big mistake but add the embarrassment of Rachel Berry seeing him with his fingers in a woman's crotch he had barely spoken to an hour ago made sure that this moment would traumatize him the rest of his life and definitely hers. She couldn't even think about sex without scrunching her nose in revulsion.

There was only one moment in Rachel's life that had left her completely speechless and that was when Santana announced in front of the whole Glee club that she and Finn hooked up. Now, standing in the doorway of the plane's bathroom, she was left completely speechless again. If she ever thought that Noah changed, the sickening sight in front of her proved her wrong. Here was a guy that was fingering a woman he hadn't even bothered to learn her name. She felt a sudden wave of nausea and looked for a throw up bag. Just when she thought she couldn't hold back any longer, she spotted a bag in one of the vacant seats, grabbed it and proceeded to throw up violently. She felt Puck's hands on her shoulders and shuddered with disgust. The image replayed in her mind, causing another wave of nausea.

Nearly 30 minutes later, Rachel had finally stopped puking. Puck tried to comfort her but it only seemed to upset her even more so he backed off. An older stewardess had brought her some water and a pillow and suggested she take the whole row to lie down. Rachel did as she was told, leaving Puck alone with the stranger crying girl next to him. He had never been embarrassed before, much less ashamed. He wasn't even embarrassed that he slept with Quinn- regretful yes, embarrassed no.

When the plane landed in their layover city, Indianapolis, and the rest of the passengers left, Puck noticed that only the Glee club was left in the cabin. The male steward in the front told them that they could choose their seats since the next flight was going to be a light load. Puck shot out of his seat to check on Rachel, who was still sleeping. He stood in the aisle and watched the setting sun hit her face. The soft light accented her stunning features and produced a halo around her head. The image reminded him of the time she and the Glee girls sang their Halo/Walking on Sunshine mashup. He chuckled, bringing the attention of the slutty flight attendant he had almost had sex with earlier. She walked to him and started to guide him toward the bathroom again. He started to go but then he glanced at Rachel's sleeping form and pulled away. The blonde had a confused expression on her face which turned sour when she saw who he was looking at.

"What's your problem?" she asked bitterly.

"You're too damn loose." He replied in a tone that implied she was stupid for not knowing. Grinning, he slowly made his way up to the front of the plane where everyone was deciding room details and picking roommates. He almost tripped when he heard Mr. Schue asking Brittany something that obviously upset the group.

" I overheard him talking to Coach Sylvester the night before we left" Brittany said innocently.

"What's up?" Puck asked. He was met with glares from his fellow gleemates.

"Jesse St. James is helping Vocal Adrenaline this year at Nationals" Finn answered with a bitter tone.

Puck flexed his jaw and said, "That's bullshit and we all know it. He's after Rachel. Again."

Mr. Schue piped in, "We don't know that for sure Puck. He could just be there for his former team."

"Puck's right Mr. Schue" Finn declared. "Coach Sylvester arranged it. Brittany even heard her talking to him and the new coach."

Will knew both boys were right. Sue would do anything to destroy Glee, even at the expense of a student's heartbreak.

"There's no way I'm letting that St. Ass anywhere near Rach" Puck said defensively. His remark earned him strange looks from his classmates but he shrugged them off. "Cuz, you know, if he messes with her, we're done for. Who's her roommate?"

"We were trying to figure that until Brittany mentioned Jesse." Mercedes said

"Well, it's gonna be uneven. Santana and Brit of course, Mercedes and Tina, Lauren and Quinn. That leaves Rachel by herself." Finn added.

Mr. Schue seemed to think on that predicament for a while. Suddenly, he seemed to have an idea: one that wouldn't put temptation in the room but would allow Rachel to be looked after. "Kurt," he called out.

Kurt leaned to the side and smiled,"Here Mr. Schue."

"How do you feel about sharing a room with Rachel?" Mr. Schue asked.

A surprised look came across everyone's face, especially Kurt. Not that he had a problem with it, because the rooms would've been uneven anyway.

Will launched into his reasoning. "See, Mike and Puck would share and Finn and Sam have theirs. Unless being in a room with a girl makes you uncomfortable."

"Are you kidding?" Kurt said disbelievingly," We can have girl time! Duet competition, talk about boys, skin care. It'll be great!"

"Don't forget to stay with Rachel. If you see Jesse anywhere on your floor, you need to let me know right away" Mr. Schue clarified.

"Will do. I'll keep her occupied with Wicked reenactments" Kurt clapped even though his hands were in mittens. He was scary happy at that moment. Puck couldn't help but snort when he thought of how alike Rachel and Kurt were. No wonder it took them so long to become friends.

"Hey, where is Man-Hands anyway? Shouldn't we be telling her to shut up or something?" Santana observed.

"She's asleep" Puck said, "She...wasn't feeling well during the flight and got sick."

"Is she ok?" Finn asked. Puck noted the annoyed look on Quinn's face as he asked.

"Yeah, she's fine. Just needs some sleep."

Finn nodded and turned his attention to Mr. Schue, "So everything's ok? I mean, does Rachel know about Jesse?"

Kurt and Mercedes both shook their heads, "No way. She would've told one of us" Mercedes said. "I say we just keep her away from him as much as we can until after the competition."

The group agreed that was the best option. After their discussion, the flight attendants started to let other passengers in so Puck walked back to his seat. He kept replaying the news that Jesse was coming. There were no words to describe how much he hated that kid. He wasn't the only one; Finn hated him also even if he was back with Quinn. If Jesse got into Rachel's head, there was no telling how much damage would be done to New Directions. Rachel was their star, their go- to singer for competitions. It wasn't just her voice that they needed-it was her passion. She could be singing about warts and make it sound as though she were dying for love. Santana might be able to take over, but the bottom line is they needed a singer who could make the judges (and the audience) weep. He had to make sure that Rachel was distracted, though it would be harder now that he thoroughly disgusted her.

Puck found a row to himself and buckled in. As he was ignoring the monotone voice of the new stewardess saying the same shit about safe landing in water, he couldn't help the sinking feeling in his stomach that Jesse was just the beginning of their problems.