Heyy guys! its mee! I am really sorry for not updating 'beyond these open roads'!!!! i was supposed to work on it over the break, as i said before, but then i realized i had like 2 projects to do. plus homework. tons of it, so i didnt have time to do it. I'll be honest, i am not sure when i can update the story. I have exams coming up. sighhh....

On a brighter note, i have a new story... its a ONE-SHOT!!! MY FIRST.. :D Its not really that good because this just popped into mi brain and i just had to write it at 1am because i know im gonna forget it.

i think to understand a certain part of this story (the mentioning of the family dinner), you need to read chap 2 of 'beyond these open roads'. not really. maybe... idk.. lol... okayy... i had to publish this now because i havnt published in forever!!

I am sorry again you guys!

Warning: this is kind of crappy. read and review anyways?

DISCLAIMER: if i owned glee, every episode had PUCKELBERRY luvin' in it and/or puck shirtlessness... 3 :D

Rachel Berry was a brave girl. Strong even. She could take anything. Slushies to the face, she doesn't really mind anymore. The insults, she just thinks they are little barriers she can ignore. Everyone thinking she was a loser, she got used to that a while ago. She could take all the ridicule in the world.

However, there is one single thing she could not possibly handle- Thunderstorms.

That was her problem that night.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Was the mantra that she was reciting for the longest time (five minutes). Since it began.

The power was out.

It was just horrible timing. It was the weekend, and her dads decided to go on a little trip for their anniversary. They invited her, "But noooooo! You just had to study for the stupid test! Stupid, brainless Rachel!" she scolded herself.

She usually goes to her dads' rooms and snuggles with them whenever a thunderstorm occurs, which is rare. She would sleep like a baby, knowing they could protect her from the horrible monster called the thunderstorm.

Rachel was in her room, underneath five layers of comforters, trying to block the sound of the thunder with the thick material, but failing miserably. She was on the verge of tears.

She heard a vicious roar, and screamed loudly, but the thunder overpowered her shout. Tears started to emerge, and then before she knew it, she was bawling.

She didn't know what to do. This never happened before. She didn't know if she could last through the downpour.

She needed her dads. She needed someone. Desperately. Maybe she could call someone.

She grabbed her phone and tried contacting Mercedes, Then Kurt, Then Finn, Then artie, Then tina. In her desperation, she even tried to contact the cheerios. Her hands were shaking furiously while she was dialing.

But her effort came to no avail. There was no signal. She threw her cell phone across the room.

She was sobbing madly at that point, until one name came across her mind.

"Noah." She said it with such hope. "He lives next door to me!" she thought happily. That was when she decided to do the unthinkable.

She kicked the blankets off of her, then frantically stood up, lifted her window open, then climbed down the flower vine thing.

She was bare-footed; her white night gown was drenched in rainwater, and completely see-through. She ran through the rain. When lighting stroke, she just covered her ears, knowing what was coming next. She heard the boom, and then resumed her journey.

She wildly, climbed up the tree by his window as fast as she could. It was freezing and she was trembling uncontrollably.

Then, she knocked.

Noah Puckerman loved thunderstorms, well, he loved sleeping through them. The cold just makes him want to snuggle more into his blankets and pillows.

The sound of thunder relaxes him.

He was sleeping peacefully, when he heard a faint tapping sound. He ignored it and went back to his dream about cheerios and skirts and cougars.

He got really irritated when he heard another series of knocking, this time louder. Then it the knocking became banging. He gained consciousness (barely) and sat up. He heard the noise again, and turned to the window, the source of the annoying noise.

He was alarmed at that. "What the fuck?" he said to himself. It was in the middle of a thunderstorm! Who the hell would knock on a second floor house window in the middle of a fucking thunderstorm??

Out of curiosity, he went over to his window and had the surprise of his life.

Rachel Berry!?

"What the fuck?! He said that, while gaping at her.

"uhh… hi N-Noah… umm.. c.. you p-p-please be k-k-kind en-enough t-to l-l-let me in?" she sounded like that stuttering girl in glee. What was her name? Toni? Tawni?

Apparently, Rachel took his blank look as a yes and jumped in, bumping in to him. He held her sides to steady her. He hadn't realized she was soaked until then.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Berry?! There's a fuckin' thunderstorm out there!!" he said, kind of disbelievingly.

"I h-hate th-th…" she tried to get the word out but there was a sudden loud roar that she jumped to and screamed deafeningly.

He covered her mouth with his hand, the other snaked around her back, the gap between them, non-existent. "Are you trying to wake everyone up Berry?!" he hissed. He didn't really mean that. His mom was at a night shift, and his sister slept like a rock.

"mmmrssrrr" she mumbled into his hand. He realized it was still against her mouth and removed it, and let her go.

"God, Berry. You came here just because you're scared of a little thunder?" he said. He went behind her and closed the window.

"Can I please stay here tonight? Please! Please! Please, Noah!!" she begged, warmed up enough to talk.

"Why the hell would I let you do that??" he said, incredulously.

"I don't like thunderstorms Noah! They scare me! My dads went on this trip, and I don't want to be alone while this horrid event happens!" another rumble came and she, yet again jumped but held back a scream. "I always go to them whenever a thunderstorm arises. But they're not here to protect me. I need someone, and the closest person I know is you. I wouldn't be here if I was not desperate." She said, calming down slightly.

"Why can't you just call the other gleeks to come and get you?"

"I tried! Believe me, I tried but there was no reception whatsoever! Please Noah! Please let me stay! I don't want to go back to my empty house where I'm all alone!" she was about to cry. Puck can tell, because her face was turning red, the earlier bluish color from the cold, completely gone.

He sighed, giving up; he just wanted to go back to his precious sleep. "Fine, but you're gonna sleep on the floor."

She beamed at that. "Can you… umm.. lend me some clothes? Please?"

He walked across the room to turn on the light.

That's when he took in her appearance. A smirk appeared on his face. "Geez, berry, didn't know you were hiding something behind those grandma clothes of yours." He said, eyeing her body.

She shifted uncomfortably. "Well?... Can I?"

"Okay! Okay! Demanding…I like it." he said in a husky, low voice. He grinned suggestively at her.

She just glared at him.

He went over to his dresser and pulled out a shirt, and some boxer shorts. He threw it at her and told the instructions to the bathroom.

He just threw a pillow and a blanket on the floor, went back to his bed, and drifted off to sleep.

When Rachel got back, Noah was splayed on his bed, already asleep. His upper half was showing, and she just can't stop herself from staring, how he looked like that at age seventeen? She didn't know how, but she sure wasn't complaining.

She snapped out of her trance when a piercing, thunderous boom went off. Next thing she knew, she was under the covers. The wrong covers. On Noah "Puck" Puckerman's bed.

He was really deep in his slumber, she realized, because he didn't even budge when she practically vaulted on to the bed.

She heard another roar, and couldn't hold back a whimper.

"Go to sleep, babe." He mumbled, sleepily, then wrapped a muscular arm around her waist and pulled her against his really, really naked chest.

She froze for a bit, but relax when she realized he was still asleep. He was snoring lightly.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of safety, being in his arms.

She thought it was strange because this was Puck, the same Puck who threw slushies at her face almost religiously. The same Puck who, besides the monthly family dinners and the slushie throwing, had no interaction with her whatsoever.

All thoughts were lost when he pulled her even closer to him, if that was even possible; she sighed contentedly, with a little smile on her face.

Somehow, she forgot that there was a storm happening just outside the window. She forgot about the thunder, the lightning, the strong winds, and the rain.

She forgot about everything else, but him. The feel of his arm around her. His scent was intoxicating.

He was the last thing on her mind when sleep finally claimed her.

Crappy right? if you think so, please review. if you think it aint that bad please review. either way, please review.

P.S. this was kind of rushed so please pardon mi spelling/grammatic errors! (pardon.. lol... i feel kind of British and proper haha)

-Angel

God Bless You All!!!