AN: This is a total rewrite and sorry I completely deleted every chapter but things must change.

Summary: Eleventh grade year is going to be a bang, Rachel Berry has come out the closet with the help of her best friend Puck, with Sam now under their wing, she has full intention of living it up and making sure that the one and only Quinn Fabray is hers. It's a lot easier said than done. With her ever growing popularity Rachel Berry is somewhere between lost and helplessly devoted. It's just like the man said, the longest journey begins with a single step.

Warning: This is extremely AU and has a lot of Jew Pride

JTYH

Complete silence, that's how Mama Puckerman likes it, she looks into Puck's room watching her favorite threesome sleeping in Puck's bed. Puck on his back, Sam across the foot of the bed, and Rachel sprawled over the the right side of the bed with her head on Puck's chest and her feet on Sam's back. She grins and closes the door, nothing like having some peace and quiet from the ever hyper trio in her home. She goes in her room and closes the door, lying down, she can't wait for school to start.

The chaos started innocently and easily enough when Rachel and Puck realized they were spending time on the same Jewish cruise for some of the summer. They broke into the bar, a move that surprised Puck when Rachel pulled out a lock pick kit and got them to the liquor. They sat down in their room, Rachel gave her room to Mama P and Little Puck so she and Puck could stay in the same room, they got drunk and decided that they would share secrets, Rachel told the him her only secret. Her crush on Quinn Fabray and her being a lesbian. Puck challenged her into proving it and spending the summer to see who could make out with the most girls. Rachel won.

Rachel's phone rings, Sam raises his head then drops it back down making a muffled sound as Puck reaches out grabbing Rachel's phone and drops it on her head. Rachel rubs her eyes as she sits up looking at the phone. It takes a moment for her eyes adjust and as soon as they do she jumps up, kicking Sam and elbowing Puck in the face. Both boys groan as she turns on the night lamp.

"It's...Quinn, what the fuc...IT'S QUINN!"

Puck and Sam both groan out loud, Sam covers his head with his pillow as Rachel continues to freak out while Puck tries to sleep through it. Sam joined the group half way into July when his parents kicked him out for his relationship with Kurt that had started in secret when they were at the homecoming dance Sophomore year. He showed up at Rachel's house, devastated and scared then he was confused then he was initiated into their Jewmily, their Jew Family. After getting his stomach pumped he moved in with Puck and the Jewbs were born.

"She sent me a text!" Rachel slaps Puck on the chest, "Help me, she asked me how my day was and I don't know what to say."

Puck opens one eye, "I don't care, ask Sam. Sammy."

"No." Sam yawns, "Go away."

Rachel looks at the phone, "Hey Rach, been at practice all day, hope your day was great...see you tomorrow I guess."

"Rachel," Puck looks at her, "Tell her you love kittens for all I care but shut up so we can go to sleep."

Sam nods, "Here, here."

Rachel glares, hitting them both and sends a quick text to Quinn before turning out the light and lying back down, both boys let out happy sighs then groan when her phone goes off again. She looks at it,

"She sent an emoticon. I am in there."

"And driving us nuts." Sam throws his pillow at her face, "Shut up."

JTYH

The next morning Puck, Rachel, and Sam sit around the table eating breakfast and forming a game plan for the school year to help Rachel get the girl though she didn't like the idea of taking any advice from them. Sam has a boyfriend by default seeing as Kurt has adored him since he showed up so he didn't have to try, and Puck's single by choice and by lifestyle. Rachel twirls her spoon around in the oatmeal watching Puck pour another bowl of cereal as Sam eats a bowl of chocolate pudding.

"Obviously we need to get her friends pushed back." Puck nods, "Brittany and Santana are a problem."

Rachel looks at him, "I can handle it." She wiggles her phone, "Santana won't be a problem."

"Neither will Brittany." Sam smiles, "It's Quinn. She's not gonna wanna do anything with you."

Rachel and Puck look at him, "What would you say that for?"

"Quinn, head cheerio and Rachel Berry, head gleek. That doesn't scream out power couple." Sam smiles, "But you're pretty and kinda cool, with our help you'll have no problem unless you count Quinn which I do."

Rachel and Puck share a look then throw toast at Sam before getting up from the table and walking out the house. Sam sighs picking the pieces up, tossing them in the trash and runs out to catch with his friends in the truck. They were all dressed in a similar fashion, black jeans -boot cut for Puck and straight leg for Sam while Rachel has on skinny jeans. Their shirts paying homage to some type of super hero, Puck and Rachel wearing Superman shirts and Sam wearing Captain America shirt. Puck peels out the driveway and starts speeding down the street with the music turned up as loud as it'll go. Rachel looks at the text from Santana on her phone and smirks.

'We're in the parking lot. Far left side. Don't screw it up.'

She nudges Puck and shows him the message as Sam tries to look over. She whacks him on the nose and shows him the message before tucking the phone in her pocket. Santana and Rachel had formed a friendship in secret over the summer while Rachel was discovering herself and Santana was lonely. It's still a secret to everyone but the Jewbs and Brittany. Puck whips the truck into the parking lot right across from The Unholy Trinity. Puck hops out the truck with Sam and Rachel, both of them stumbling slightly. Sam smiles and runs his fingers through his hair as Rachel looks at her reflection and Puck grins putting on his sunglasses, aviators. Rachel and Sam put on their matching Ray-Bans, leaning on the truck -not acknowledging the Cheerio's.

"Play it cool." Puck looks at Rachel, "Seriously."

"Of course Noah, I'm gonna be the coolest."

JTYH

Santana sits on the hood on Quinn's car, filing her nails and watching the three losers stand there laughing with football players and trying to not look at the hotness of the red and white surrounding the space behind them. She looks at Brittany wandering over to talk to Rachel, getting her attention immediately as she puts her hands on her shoulders. Santana smirks, her eyes going over to Quinn -ignoring the Cheerio talking to her as she glared watching Brittany and Rachel talk. She smirks and clears her throat getting everyone's attention.

"Berry is looking hot this year, right girls?"

"Totally hot."

"Super hot."

"I'd do her."

Quinn shrugs, "I can't see her...anyway, I like wearing this sundress over wearing the Cheerio uni.."

"I mean, she's looking hot." Santana smirks, looking at Quinn, "I bet she likes your dress. New rule, Berry is now cool. No slushy facials on the nerd, got it?" She watches them nod, "Spread the word. Come on Q, let's go speak to the nerds."

Before Quinn can protest Santana links their arms and tugs her over, the football team leaves the threesome plus Brittany and Puck elbows Rachel, she takes off her sunglasses and looks at Quinn going silent immediately. Her mouth hangs open slightly, Quinn raises an eyebrow -staring at her like she's insane- and looks to Santana. Santana gives Sam a look, he nods and "discreetly" smacks Rachel in the back of the head. She glares at him then smiles at Quinn.

"You're not a Cheerio."

"I quit."

"You said you were in practice."

Quinn gestures to Santana and Brittany, "I was helping Sue pick a new captain."

"Which is me, looking kinda hot Berry."

Rachel looks at Santana, "Tell me something I don't know."

"You're a nerd that thinks you're cool and no one has told you that you're not. Guess what? You're not."

They glare at one another and Sam smacks her again, Rachel pushes him then looks at Quinn, smiling at her.

"You look nice in normal clothes."

"I like to think so, let's go to class." Quinn starts to walk away, "See you later."

Santana jerks Rachel close by her shirt, "Walk her to class, stupid."

Rachel glares at her but quickly follows Quinn, taking the books out her hand, Sam and Puck give her a thumbs up even though she's not looking. Sam looks at Santana and smiles, she plucks him putting her hand out for Brittany to take.

"San, why do you and Rachel text so much?" Sam puts his hands in his pockets, "I mean, when did you guys get so close?"

Santana looks at him, "Brittany."

"Don't ask San questions that require her to kick you in your boys."

Santana grins looking at Brittany and walks into school with her. Puck pats Sam the shoulder, heading into school with him.

JTYH

Quinn walks with Rachel, watching her interact with people in the halls, pounding fist with the football players and smiling at Cheerio's all while talking to her. The girl still didn't take a breath and it's still just as annoying but kinda of cute. Quinn watches her without really listening but hearing everything. She stares at the way Rachel's soft lips move up and down, in and out, as she talks. And how the right corner of her mouth twitches right before she grins or the loud, obnoxiously cute laugh that comes out nowhere. Quinn stops at her locker and stares at Rachel before turning away, too much cuteness is irritating that's why people shut puppies out of their room. She opens her locker and Rachel silences, leaning on the locker beside hers in confusion, why did Quinn always get the same locker? And it was the first day of school, they didn't even have class yet, as a matter of fact -now that Rachel is looking around- this whole section of the hall has nothing but Cheerio's standing in the same places. She quirks an eyebrow and looks down, Quinn's not even a cheerleader -anymore-, trying to think of a way to move her locker.

"Are you done?"

"I'm sorry, Quinn, what did you say?"

Quinn gives her an amused grin, "What?"

"Well...why do you girls get to keep the same lockers?"

"Coach." Quinn shrugs, "Adds to the intimidation factor of being in high school."

Rachel watches Quinn close her locker, "Well, that's awful."

"Like you have anything to worry about."

"What's that suppose to me?"

"Bro!" Sam yells from down the hall, "Come on!"

Quinn smirks and turns, walking away, "Nothing, bro."

JTYH

Quinn walks into class and sits down beside Santana with Brittany sitting on her other side. Santana looks at her as she tucks her phone away, Brittany doodling in her notebook. Quinn licks her lips and stares ahead, her eyes cutting over to the door as Rachel stands there talking to Sam and Puck, laughing as the bell rings. They look up and keep talking, Quinn turns away jealous that she didn't have an early morning free period. Santana leans back and looks at Quinn, turning close to her, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans in.

"Watching Berry?"

Quinn looks at her, "No, go away."

"We're sitting beside one another, don't be dramatic." Santana smirks, "Got a boner for the nerd?"

Quinn rolls her eyes, "She's a nerd."

"Hot nerd, hot nerds are all the rage. Don't you look at magazines? Suspenders, bow ties, and Sheldon Cooper."

The blond makes a face then looks away. It's always better to ignore Santana vs. encouraging her. She rest her face against her hand as her phone vibrates, she looks down and sees Berry flashing across the screen. Berry. She's not even sure how they began texting but one second Santana had her phone and the next she's getting Rachel Berry text, she quirks an eyebrow and Santana continues to text.

'Would you like to go for lunch? Maybe on the football field, London or even the greenhouse?'

Quinn shakes her head and flips the phone upside down, not moving quick enough to stop Santana when she grabs the phone and reads over the message. She makes a cooing sound against her ear before putting her chin on her shoulder.

"Got a date with Berry huh?" Santana speaks quietly, "Not gonna reply? Should we say London?"

Quinn looks at her, "Give me my phone."

"No, are you not going to text her? You read her text a million times yesterday just to ignore her today?"

Quinn takes her phone out Santana's hand, "I'm not gay."

"You're so gay you make Kurt seem masculine."

"I hate you."

JTYH

Rachel taps her pencil on the desk as she stares at her phone, her eyes go to Puck sleeping behind his book and Sam staring at the pages intently, giving away the fact he's clearly reading a comic. She leans back against her seat as Puck opens his eyes, he sits up and rubs the back of his neck.

"Study hall is stupid. It's the first day of school." Puck looks over his shoulder, "Sammy...wait, is he studying?"

Rachel shrugs, "Reading a comic. Mrs. House is sleep...let's leave."

"Wanna crawl out? James Bond style? Maybe mission impossible..or just get up and leave that's cool."

Puck stands up and walks by Sam, smacking him in the back of the head to follow them out the room. They walk into the hall and Sam tucks his comic into his back pocket crossing his arms as they walked.

"Where are we going?"

Rachel looks over her shoulder, "You're gonna get Quinn out of class."

"Why me?"

Puck grips his shoulder, "Teachers don't trust me and you asked where so you gotta do the deed."

"Teachers would totally trust Rachel over me."

Rachel looks at him and pouts, "Please, Sammy. Pretty please."

"Did you just give me the Puss in boots look?" He frowns and walks toward Quinn's classroom.

Puck shakes his head, "He's gonna do some dumb voice and they're not gonna let her out."

"His impressions are awesome."

"That's why you're both single."

JTYH

Sam walks into Quinn's classroom and looks around, his hands in his pockets as he knits his brow trying to look for the teacher. He walks over to Brittany at the pencil sharpener and leans on the wall, letting his head rest against the wall.

"Britt, where's the teacher?"

"Um I'm not sure, why?"

Sam shoves his hands in his pockets, "I need to get Quinn for Rachel for..because

"Rachel likes Quinn." Brittany smiles, "I'll get her."

He grins watching Brittany walk over to Quinn and grab her hand, pulling her toward the door with Santana trailing behind, filing her finger nails. He leads them out the room, giving a not so secret thumbs up to Rachel, Sam walks up and throws an arm around Rachel's shoulders, the smile still apparent on his face. Rachel looks at him and shakes her head then looks at Puck as he puts a five in her pocket muttering about how Sam's impressions must of worked.

"Hey Quinn, trying to get out of here?"

"Wait, wait is Rachel Berry suggesting that we skip school?"

Rachel looks at Santana, "We? Did I invite you?"

"Didn't I just make you off limits? Do you want me to change that? All it takes is a snap."

Rachel snaps her fingers, cocking her head to the side with a grin playing on her lips before walking away, Sam and Puck following her down the hall. The threesome laughs, fist bumping one another on their way out the door. Quinn side eyes Santana, Brittany gives her an innocent smile, placing her chin on the former head Cheerios shoulder.

"You like her don't you?"

"Nope." Quinn walks toward the classroom, "Come on, we have class. We don't hang out with delinquents."

Santana follows her, "Yes we do, Puck."

"Finn."

Santana looks at Brittany, "Finn?"

"When he and Puck slashed those tires or that time they flooded that school."

Quinn sighs, "Point is," She looks at them, "we don't."

JTYH

Rachel lies flat against the bed of the truck between Puck and Sam, staring up at the sky, her hands behind her head and Sam leaning up on his elbows with his eyes half closed. Puck sits up and places the joint between his lips as he takes his phone out as Rachel leans up and pulls the joint from between his lips handing it to Sam.

"Let's start a band." Puck takes out a cigarette, "Two guitars and a lesbian."

Rachel giggles putting her head in his lap, "Do you think Quinn likes me?"

"Yeah, totally." Puck begins running his fingers through her hair, "But she likes her spot at the top more."

Sam sits up putting the joint out and drops it into the baggy, "We can change that. Let's start a band."

"Two guitars and a lesbian." Puck mutters letting his head fall back.

Rachel sits up, "The Lost Boys?"

"You're a girl." Sam looks at her.

Puck nods, "So? Queen was all dudes."

"Very true." Sam stands up, "All hail The Lost Boys!"

Puck smirks, "Sit down, we're skipping class right now."

Sam sits down and Rachel shimmies across until she's lying across both boys. To Rachel, this is probably one of her happier moments in a long time. After an awful break up with Finn, her dads constantly leaving and losing out on a chance to be a part of a local musical that had rave reviews and most of the cast moving out to the New York she hadn't been happy for a long time. When she came out to Puck he just smiled, tried to make her prove it and then accepted her for everything she is, inside and out. Sam smiles down at her, resting his hand on her forehead with a goofy grin. When Sam came to them, tears streaming down his red face and his split lip telling them his parents kicked him out for being bisexual and his dad punched him in the mouth. They created their own little world away from everything, hiding from the outside world, she had been calling them 'The Lost Boys' since Sam turned their duo into a trio.

"I love you guys."

Sam smiles, "We love you too."

"Yeah, you know that." Puck pats her leg, "Let's go to lunch."

JTYH

Quinn watches as Rachel, Puck and Sam walk into the cafeteria with people around them, people that once laughed at at least two of them. She had seen Sam, alone, get a slushy facial at least 3 times Freshman year alone and she's almost certain that Puck had thrown 2 of them. She watches as they sit down on top of a table as Rachel opens the small red cooler that Puck holds up. He eyes linger, taking in her dark hair and the wide grin on her face, she laughs under her breath at the way Rachel tries to hold back her manic grin. When they make eye contact, the dark haired girl stands and walks across the cafeteria, coming up to the table. She sits down across from Quinn chewing on her bottom lip.

"Hey, Quinn." Rachel smiles, "How are you?"

Quinn looks at her, "I'm fine, Rachel. How was skipping class?"

"Great, didn't even leave the parking lot." Rachel smiles, "So, about that lunch date."

Quinn rolls her eyes, "Not interested."

"In lunch?"

"You." Quinn smirks, "I'm trying to eat."

Rachel leans up on the table, "Me too."

"You have two seconds to explain whether or not that was sexual or I'm smashing this banana pudding on your head."

Rachel smirks, "I'll believe it when I see it."

JTYH

"Well," Sam starts, trying to hold in a laugh, "in her defense, you should have explained it."

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AN: Total rewrite.

As you can tell I have deleted all my stories for total rewrites on everything. Starting with the first one. Journey To Your Heart.