Chapter II – It has been my dream to sing with you (Noah 'puck' Puckerman's Point of view)

Everyone had a shocked look on, even Mr. Schu. Kurt's jaw even dropped. "W-WHAT THE HELL?! WHY AIN'T ANYONE TELLING ME ANYTHING?!" Mercedes asked, Diva-ing out, once again. "Oh, O-ok, Puck, you start practicing with R-Rachel now." Mr. Schu said, stumbling upon his words. I was glad that my 'puppy dog face' had worked once again. "Finally, I can prove to her that I really do love her" I whispered to myself. "C'mon, Rachel!" I said, energetically. We moved over to one side of the room. "Noah, why me? Why not Quinn? I know you love her. I know you're doing this to make her jealous." Her words pierced my heart. "You're doubting me again. I think of you more. I love you more. I mean this, Rachel. I just wish I could tell you how much I loved you that even the person ho wrote the tanakh* wouldn't doubt me. " I said, holding her face gently. "Noah… Thank you. I've been holding back my feelings… because…

I didn't want to be in a fake relationship wherein you only go out with me to make someone jealous. I do love you. And I never said we were over." She said, winking at me slightly.

"GREAT! Do I get to touch your boobs now?" was my personal joke to her.

"No, Noah. Ha-ha" she said chuckling. "But now, I can do this, right?" I asked leaning closer to her as our lips touched. "Yeah!" she said as our lips parted. "So, uh. Let's talk songs." I said. "I want it to be a love song, Berry—err I mean Rachel" It would take a while for me to get used to calling her Rachel, but it could be done. After all, we do have mutual feelings against each other. "So… I should call you Puck now, huh?" She asked, with a quirk tone. "It's up to you, Rachel. I like you calling me Noah. It makes me feel like it's your special nickname for me." I said, putting my 'I'm a badass' grin on.

"Ha-ha. So, what're you thinking of singing with me, Noah?" She asked. I already had the perfect song in mind. "Let's do lucky. I could be on my guitar and stuff.?" I asked, hoping for an answer of yes. "I'd love to do that song with you, Noah." She said as I sighed wit relief. I really wanted to sing that song with her, even though I'm a badass and it's a gooey love song. We practiced all day. It was amazing. Everything about her was. Her butt was shaped oh-so-finely. Her voice was phenomenal. I loved her. Well, it didn't actually start that I really loved her. But she's Jew and I'm Jew. That's how it started. "Badass" I thought to myself.

But alas, the fun had to end. She needed a ride home so I offered. "Thanks for the ride, Noah." She said, leaning on to my face for a kiss. I kissed her softly and bid goodbye. But she didn't want our day of togetherness end. She invited me to her room to practice some more. Her room was… different… there were wallpapers of unending stars… no pictures of werewolves from twilight. It wasn't girly like satana's… it was her. It was Rachel. "Rachel, can I confess something to you?" I asked, looking right into her eyes. "Anything." She said in awe. "It has been my dream to sing with you. With someone as amazing as you." I said, leaning on her face, asking for my deserving kiss from her. Our lips parted as I looked at the time. "Oh man, Rachel, I got to go. It's almost 10:00… I'm really sorry. Till next time Berry—err Rachel." Damn it, I have got to stop calling her Berry. I bet it annoys the heck out of her. "Bye, Noah!" she said as I went out through her window. I had a bad fall and I heard her loud chuckle. It just made me laugh, too.

*Tanakh - Jew's special book (like our bible)