AN - This is my first fanfiction ever. Please don't hesitate to review and help me improve it. Thanks

'Oh Kill me', Puck was not in the mood for a party. He threw his cell phone onto his bed.

Since he has decided to clean his act after his stunt in juvie and he had actually stopped to sleep with everything that looks (or not – Mrs Dunn anyone?) like a woman, the Friday night parties had lost their appeal. Moreover he had a paper for his English class due the next Tuesday and, while he was good at school (once again who would had guessed that actually attending classes and handing papers on time would make him a straight A student), the subject of the assignment was not inspiring (or maybe it was too much inspiring). The problem was that he had regrets: not knowing his daughter, not beating his deadbeat of a father when he left (okay, Puck was only seven when that bastard left), hurting people with his badass persona (yes, being a badass was cool and made him popular but everything comes with a price), signing-up for football,…

He didn't want to try out for the football team but he wanted to get out of Lima and he had been told that a sport scholarship would be the most affordable way to go to college. It was not that he cared that much about his education, he did not believe he could be a doctor or a lawyer but he had his reasons for wanting to go to college. So, at fourteen, he wrote his name on the signing-up sheet and actually made it to the McKinley football team. If only he had known then that it would be the starting point of the end of the best thing that ever happened to his life. He so wished to be able to knock his fourteen-year-old self out and told him to stop celebrating and to enjoy the smile of his girlfriend's face because he wouldn't see it again… at least not for him.

Puck hadn't been aware of his fingers frantically clapping on his computer keyboard while he was thinking about the past, about the errors he had committed a few years before. Of course, he didn't know, he couldn't know what would happen during the next years. When he looked up at the screen, what he saw made him cringe, he had written a letter explaining everything he couldn't tell. Nobody knew everything about his life, not even his mother and the most clueless? His supposed best friends (the jocks and the cheerios). He didn't want everyone to know, he didn't care anymore about his popularity status. Actually, he was even more popular after going to juvie than before, that's when he fully realized that this town was even more of a losertown that he had been thinking. Seriously, the football team ruled the school and they won one game in five years, such an accomplishment! The others activities, like the Glee club, while having almost no budget, managed to go to nationals and still, the most talented members of it were tossed in dumpsters and slushied. He was even madder thinking of that because he was the one who had started that, by accident but it was his fault.

So regrets, he knew what they were but did he really want to hand this letter as his schoolwork? Let everyone – well his English teacher - know about this part of his life? He was not that sure. Maybe that party was a good idea after all.

He re-read the text announcing the party and realized it was from Kurt. Since when was Porcelaine organizing parties and inviting him? But if the party was at Kurt's (and Finn's place) that means that the gleeks would be there. He was curious to see how some of them would act at a party since the Rachel Berry extravaganza was their only experience as drinking and that had not been a success…

Puck parked his truck in front of the Hummel-Hudson house. There were not so many cars, which was weird. Even weirder, was the fact that no passed out teen seemed to be on the front lawn. Maybe he got the text wrong after all. Trying to open his phone, the front door open and Kurt made him enter the house, rambling about the fact that he was late. It was 8pm, how could he be late at fucking 8 pm was beyond him. Who actually started a party at that time?

He entered the house and saw only Glee kids. Even after three years, they were in their original groups. Santana, Brittany and Quinn were in the kitchen mixing drinks. Finn was trying to beat Mike at Halo in the living room. Mercedes, Tina and Kurt were gossiping as usual. Artie and Sugar were making out in the hall. And Rachel was looking at her ipod, which was wired to the Hummel sound system.

'Hello my Hot Beautiful Little Jewish American Princess'. She smiled at the nickname he gave her so long ago.

'Good evening to you Noah, how are you doing this evening?'

'Fine but Rach, don't tell me it's alcohol in your cup?'

'I'm not drinking'. Puck raised an eyebrow. 'I'm actually carrying this red cup full of vodka around to avoid Santana getting me drunk, as long as she thinks I'm drinking she is not forcing anything into me'

'What would Santana want you drunk? Hudson I get it but Satan, really?'

'I heard her when I was changing my clothes after a slushy facial this morning. Apparently, being slushied by a cheerio was not enough for me today.' Puck balled his fist – sometimes he had to remember that he was not beating up girls – and Rachel looked at the floor for an instant then keep up with her story. 'Well, I was in a cubicle in the girls' bathroom when she entered and started betting that she could get me drunk and get me to…' She stopped and looked sad.

'Berry, what has she planned?'

Rachel hesitated, she was feeling so bad. 'It's nothing Noah, I swear. Nothing she hasn't said before anyway. And as long as I don't drink and stay away from cell phone cameras, I will be fine'.

'Cameras? Tell me what did she say.'

'She just wants to prove the whole world that Rupaul cannot interest a boy'. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears and she didn't want to cry, not anymore.

'Rach…'

'I'm fine Noah, high school will end soon and all this will be history', she said smiling. She could fool most people with that smile but Puck saw the hurt in her eyes and that her smile didn't reach her eyes.

'Okay babe.' Then he remembered: 'I saw your Prius outside, let me drive you home, I will not drink tonight so just tell me if you need a designated driver'

'Thanks a lot but I'm fine and I don't plan on drinking this or staying late here, I have dance class tomorrow morning and I don't want to oversleep or be too tired. The recital is coming and I want to get the solo'. Her determination was back.

Puck didn't understand why Santana was so mean with Berry, that makes no sense. Girls! He was just going to keep an eye on them.

This party was the lamest stuff ever. Puck wished he was babysitting instead of being there. Hummel should have read his mind because he decided to spice up the night. Well spice it up in a Hummel way.

'Guys, let's play a game'.

Oh God, when Puck thought it couldn't get any lamer…

'And what do you propose?' Quinn asked

'I would have said spin the bottle but I don't want my Blaine making out with Rachel again'.

Rachel rolled her eyes.

'Don't worry Lady Lips, even gay guys don't want Rupaul'.

Rachel closed her eyes. 'Don't let her get to you, in a few months everything will be fine, you'll be in New York' she kept repeating herself.

'Why don't we play truth or dare' Brittany suggested.

'Great' Kurt was clapping his hands. 'Everybody, come sit in the living room'.

When all the guests were seated in a circle, the game began.

Brittany chose dare and Finn asked her to make out with Santana. Puck thought it was stupid to ask two girls who were dating to make out because they were doing it anyway, such a waste of power. Brittany asked Mercedes who was her first, turned out the diva is still a virgin so no news there. Brittany was confused for a few minutes because she thought Mercedes refused to tell her the name of the boy. A few others come into play but Puck was not really into the game until Quinn talked to Rachel.

'So manhands, truth or dare'

Rachel had no choice but choosing thruth. 'Truth Quinn'

'Have you written any song about your failure at pursuing popular quaterback this last week?'. Quinn said. Almost all the gleeks chuckled. They were obviously tipsy but even for her it was messed up.

Rachel choked a bit but finally said 'If you really must know I have not written anything about Finn in a long time'. And she turns to Santana: 'Truth or dare, Santana?'.

The latina chose the truth.

'Why have you ask the cheerios to slushy me everyday for the last month'. Wait, the last month, Puck didn't know how he missed that. He could control the jocks but Santana and Quinn were supposed to protect the gleeks from the cheerios, not to encourage them to slushy. Maybe Rachel was wrong and Satan had nothing to do with that. He really hoped that.

'Because you need to be reminded when you stand'. Rachel kept her showface on.

Santana then looked at Puck, he had a bad feeling about it. 'So Puck, truth or dare'.

He needed to think fast, what was the safest? 'Truth'. His whole high school failures were known by everyone, so no need to sweat.

Santana had no idea so she asked the first question in her mind for this game knowing the answer, it was her after all.

'Who was your first sexual partner?'

Puck didn't know what to answer, he didn't want to lie about the best time of his life but he couldn't betray her one more time, he was losing himself in Rachel's eyes, he didn't want to disappoint her. He was so focus on her eyes that he nearly missed the small smile on her lips.

'It was me', Rachel said.

Everybody looked at her dumbfounded and then Santana starting to laugh: "Sure treasure trail, I slept with him when I was 15 and there's no way you were even able to know what sex was at that time'. The others laughed at that and Noah saw Rachel's smile fade and she looked at the floor, avoiding his glare. Rachel realized that Noah probably didn't want anyone to know that he had been with the 'freak'.

Sensing that she was certainly overthinking it and seeing her deflating; he blurted, without thinking: 'Rachel was my first, I was her first, we loved each other, I was 14, she was 13, it was perfect, she was and is the best'. All eyes were shifting from one to the other trying to see if Puck and Rachel were playing them. Noone had even heard Puck talked that much and had he said the L word?

Rachel and Puck were just watching each other unaware of everyone's curiosity until everything blew up.

Santana and Quinn were insulting Rachel saying that she was even more a joke that she appeared, that she probably had to trick him when she knew the other girls were not putting out to have a popular boy. Rachel was used to being trashed by the cheerios. However she was not prepared for the lowest blow.

'You told me you were a virgin', Finn said

'No I told you I never slept with Jesse', Rachel tried to explain

'But you said that you were giving me something special'

'Sex is something special for me Finn, so giving myself to you was something special'

'You made me wait for nothing, you're just a slut', Finn yelled.

Puck's fists were balling. How could Finn be so stupid. Being with Rachel was amazing and he should be happy she had accepted even to look at him.

Rachel was shrinking and her eyes couldn't focus on anything, she was searching for help, it couldn't happen.

How come he was the one saying all this and she was the one under inquisition? 'Stop it' Puck said moving in front of her to make a barrier between her and the cheerios and Finn.

'Oh my god' Quinn reacted immediately 'you're in love with her'...