A/N: Okay so I've been in a serious writing mood. This is a fic I started a while ago based off an RP I was in. It was Pezberry-centered. Anyway this story is cannon up until Season 2 sectionals. Everything after is obviously AU and it picks up right before senior year. This is a 3-shot and my first Pezberry fic. Let me know what you think and I'll probably post part 2 and 3 tomorrow and Friday.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the Characters

Part 1

Breathe Rachel, take a deep breath. I keep whispering to myself as I take the few steps up to Noah's porch. I self-consciously pull on the small black dress that Puck had convinced me to wear. Actually I think it's more accurate if I say he 'begged and pleaded' with me more-so than convinced me, promising that I would cause a stir when I arrived at his house. It was once again the end of the summer with just two days left before senior year started and of course Noah had thrown is annual 'End of Summer' party. This was his 5th year in the row but the first time I was going to attend. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

"Small Fry!" I roll my eyes at the familiar nickname as the door is opened before I even get a chance to knock. "I've been waiting all night- Holy shit! That dress looks way better on you then that plastic chick at the mall."

"Noah please refrain from making sexual innuendos all night." A blush takes over my cheeks while he looks me up and down with that stupid smirk I have come to know all too well.

"I make no promises babe." he says, turning me around to get the full effect of the black halter dress that stops at the middle of my thighs and the black strapped heels that bring me up to a height just below his eyes. "I love your legs Rach, but I'd love them even more if they were wrapped around my waist."

I scoff but the small smile on my face betrays me, Noah just grins. He knows that I don't take any offense to it just as I know he honestly means nothing by it. Since Sectionals of junior year the boy has become my best friend. We tried to have more at first but then just fell back into an easy friendship. "You're unbelievable, are you going to let me in?"

"Oh! Sorry babe, yeah come on. Nude Erections have been asking about you." I reflexively roll my eyes at the name he calls the Glee Club as he pulls me into the house and through the crowd of teenagers in small livingroom dry-humping more-so than dancing. The rest of his sentence sinks in and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"They have? Even..." I trail off as Puck glances over his shoulder at me and nods with a devious smirk. I open my mouth again to ask about the others when a hand suddenly encloses itself around my other wrist and brings me to a stop, yanking Noah as well.

"Hey Berry, you look hot tonight. Do you want to dance?" Azimio Adams asks with a grin on his face as he looks me up and down. Before I can reply Noah is stepping up behind me, yanking me away from the other boy.

"Don't even think about it Adams. I already told all you fucktards that Berry is off limits."

"Oh yeah. My bad Puckerman I forgot she was your girl." Azimio replies in an obvious mocking tone, making a motion as if Noah is whipped.

"Damn straight she is. So keep your paws off of her unless you want to lose your fingers." Noah says back, stepping up to the other boy until they are chest to chest. I tug on his arm again and he glances at me. I shake my head and I see him deflate just a little before taking a step back. "Get lost dude."

Azimio grins but doesn't say another word before disappearing back into the crowd. Noah turns around without another word and continues to lead me through the crowd towards the kitchen. When we finally arrive a smile takes over my face as I notice the duo across the room.

"One, Two, Three... One,Two, Three..."

"Michael! Brittany!" I exclaim, letting go of Noah's hand to greet my friends. Yes they have become my friends over the past school year and the few weeks of summer before I left to visit my aunt in California. Michael glances over and grins as Brittany races towards me to wrap me in a hug.

"Hey Rachel! Welcome back."

"Rach! I missed you! Was California fun? Did you see any famous people? Did you see the statue of liberty?"

"That's New York B" Noah corrects her with a smile as I giggle at all the questions.

"California was fun, although it was really hot. No I didn't get to see any celebrities though." I say, my smile getting bigger as Brittany pouts. "I brought souvenirs back though, I'll give you yours at school next week."

"Okay!" she says grinning and pulling me into another hug.

"What were you guys doing?" Noah asks and I notice he's no longer next to me. He's glancing over at Mike as he takes two beers from the fridge.

"Britt has a dance competition in a few weeks, I was just helping her with her steps." the other boy shrugs.

"Yes! Come on we can practice in the backyard where it's quiet and I can hear the counting." Brittany suggests and before the other boy has a chance to answer, the blonde is yanking him out the kitchen. I turn around to watch them leave just as two more figures walk in, the lump in my throat is back.

"Beer?" Noah offers me and I shake my head no. Any other time I would go into a long winded rant on the dangers of underage drinking and the damage it could do to vocal chords but my mouth seems to be completely dry.

"Hey Rachel. When did you get here?" A feminine voice floats through the air and I turn my attention to the blonde with a small smile.

"Not that long ago. I would say approximately 10 or 15 minutes ago?" I ask glancing at Noah who is downing one of the bottles. He flashes me a thumbs up and Quinn nods. My eyes instantly find the other girl, the other brunette in the room as she silently walks over to the counter and grabs the other beer that Noah had offered me and pops the cap.

"Beer Q?" Noah offers with a smirk and Quinn narrows her eyes at him.

"You wish I would." she counters and a laugh falls from the other girl in the room, my eyes snapping back to her.

"Hello Santana." I offer with a smile. While there hasn't been any animosity between us since the last school year ended, even exchanging a few conversations through texts over the summer, we've never been really friends. Well we haven't been friends in the way that I have become friends with the other glee members. It seems like she's built some type of wall around her that everyone else can pass except me.

"Hi Rach. You look hot." Santana says smiling as she looks me up and down. This time I feel the blush flow all the way down to my chest and I know she can see it to.

"Thank you Santana. You look amazing as well." I offer with a small smile. She's wearing a short black skirt that I'm sure is short enough to rival her cheerios skirt, a black quarter sleeve shirt and black knee-length boots. Amazing was definitely not the first word that came to my mind.

"Thanks." she offers with smirk, but I notice it's absent of any underlying remark, as Noah's would be. It could be more considered to be a half smile.

"What the hell. Doesn't anyone want to tell me how sexy I look?" Noah's frowning and looking between the three of us.

"No because you don't." Santana replies quickly, rolling her eyes.

"Ah I can see you're still a little upset that I won't let you get in my pants anymore huh?" Noah banters back quickly with a smirk, earning a glare from Santana.

"Please! I'm surprised I haven't caught a STD from you and your manwhorish ways. And I'm the one refusing you jackass."

"You're so sexy when you're mad." Puck replies with a grin, as Quinn and Santana roll their eyes in unison and I giggle. While Santana and Puck's friendship is definitely of the unconventional nature, it seems to work for them. All it takes is a nudge from Puck's shoulder to get a smile to reappear on Santana's face. "See you smiled. That means I'm off the hook."

"Whatever you ass." Santana mumbles and Noah laughs before setting down his empty bottle and walking back over to me.

"Come on Rachel, the rest of the Glee kids are around here somewhere and I'm sure they want to see you." he says offering his arm. I loop my hand through it and offer a small wave to the two cheerios as he leads me out the room.

-o-

"You know if you stare any harder I'm pretty sure her clothes are just going to fall off." Noah says smirking. Quinn jumps then spins around to glare at him in 3 seconds flat.

"I wasn't staring at anyone." Quinn demands but the blush on her face tells otherwise. I lean over a little and catch sight of a girl that I'm sure is on the cheerios leaning against the wall with her back to us.

"Yeah okay. Whatever you say Q, just try not to make it so obvious next time." Noah says laughing and turns to walk away. I watch him leave then turn back to Quinn who is staring into the cup in her hand. I'm not sure what it is but judging by her refusal to touch alcohol since sophomore year, especially around Noah, I'm guessing it's water.

"Quinn are you okay?" I offer, stepping up next to her. Her flats combined with my heels make me just slightly taller than her.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? I don't know what Puck's talking about." She says a little too quickly and considering the way she winces afterwards tells me she knows she did too. I stand there in silence for a minute, glancing at the crowd as she continues to stare in her cup. I watch her in my peripheral vision as she glances at me, most likely making sure that I'm not looking at her, before her eyes find the girl from earlier. For a few seconds I don't say anything, when I finally turn my head to her she quickly averts her eyes back to her cup. I sigh and place my hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump.

"Quinn, it's okay. It's not wrong or anything if you're having...'certain' feelings towards other girls. It's perfectly natural for people to explore-"

"What are you talking about Rachel? Are you... are you calling me gay?" Quinn exclaims, a little too loudly and catching the attention of a few kids close by. She winces and closes her eyes as the kids go back to doing whatever it was they were.

"Quinn..."

"I'm not gay!" she whispers harshly. I bite my lip and stare at her for a few more seconds. She looks so torn as her eyes shift nervously and her hand fidgets with the end of her shirt. Her eyes turn back to me and they instantly harden. "Stop staring at me Berry!"

I take note of the way that I've only been reduced to Berry, not Rupaul or Stubbles and use it as a good sign. Making a hash decision I grab her hand and march through the crowd towards the other room, practically dragging her behind me. I can feel her restraining a little but she doesn't pull away. When we finally reach the den, I turn around and back her against the wall. I grab the back of her neck and pull myself close so the tips of our nose are barely touching.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demands in a whisper but I can tell she's nervous by her labored breathing. "Let me go Berry."

"No. I'm helping you; I'm giving you a chance to experiment."

"Experiment what?"

"Your sexuality. You want to know if you're gay or straight or whatever... I'm presenting you with the opportunity Quinn. I can already tell I'm making you nervous." I whisper with a small smirk.

"Rachel... I'm not gay." she says again but I can see her gulp as her eyes flicker to my lips.

"Prove it... to yourself. Kiss me." I demand and her eyes widen. She tries to pull away but I won't let her.

"Berry I swear on everything that-"

"Kiss me. I won't do it for you. You have to meet me halfway." I tell her with a smirk. I can see her contemplating and fighting with herself. "Prove it to yourself. This is only a one-time thing. I won't tell anyone if you don't." I offer. It seems to be all she needs because in the next moment her lips are on mine.

I kiss her back as firmly but slowly as I can, letting her take the lead. She's the one that needs to do the exploring, not me. I notice that her hands are clenched into fists at her sides. My hand is still resting on the back of her neck, but not moving. After a few more firm pecks and kisses I feel her take a deep breath and her tongue runs over my bottom lip. I open my mouth to grant her access. At the first touch of our tongues my breath hitches as she tilts her head to a better angle. Once again I let her take the lead but I'd be lying to myself if I didn't say I wasn't enjoying it as well. Just as I felt her hands come in contact with my waist...

"Holy hell! That's so fucking hot!"

"Oh Good Lord..."

Quinn snatches away from me and jumps away until her body is pressed against the wall. She's looking at me with fear and I return her look with one of sympathy before I turn around to the doorway to scold the two boys. I'm surprised when not only Puck and Kurt are standing there, but Santana as well. Puck is grinning like the joker, Kurt's hand is covering his mouth in shock and Santana's staring at the floor with her lips formed in a thin line, her hands clenched at her sides.

"Fuck I wish I would have thought to take out my phone and get that on video." Puck groaned and I swear he stomps his foot a little.

"Well that was definitely... interesting" Kurt says with wide eyes then turns around to walk out the room. I sigh, knowing that the rest of the school was going to know about it by next week. Great, now Quinn was going to be even more upset.

"I-I have to go!" Quinn says quickly, staring at me with wide eyes before hurrying past me towards the other two. "S are you ready to leave?" she asks in passing, not bothering to wait for an answer. I look at Santana who nods then glances up at me. I see a flicker of emotions pass through her eyes anger, desire and was that last one jealousy? Without another word she turns around and walks out the room.

"You guys weren't supposed to see that." I admit as I put my hand over my face. Puck just smiles and walks towards me, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"Well I'm glad I did. Too bad I didn't have my phone though. That video was totally spank bank material" he says grinning. I scoff in disgust and throw his arm off me before walking out the room. "What I say?" he yells behind me as a small smile graces my lips. He's incorrigible.