Wow! Thanks for all of the comments! I was worried since this is my first fan fic. Anyways, here's another chapter! I'm going out of town this Saturday, so I HOPE to get another chapter posted before I leave. Maybe if I get more comments, it'll inspire me ;)

The next day at school, Puck strolled into school nearly an hour late. He tries to make it to class on time, but his bed is just needing more attention. At least he didn't miss second period. Now THAT would just be lazy. He walked around the hallways, waiting for first class to end. But one locker caught his eye. As he approached the locker, he saw that "LOSER" was spray painted on the front along with pictures mocking the target. He knew whose locker this was. Rachel Berry. He's seen this done several times before. Not even he would do something like this. Okay, maybe to one or two or seven people in the school, but that's only because those AV nerds just really piss him off.

The bell rings and student flood the hallways, rushing to get to their lockers before the next class. Puck walks away from Rachel's locker and bumps into Finn as he turned the corner.

"Sorry, man. Didn't see you." Finn apologized. "What's going on? Skip first period again?"

"Yeah, it's just math." Puck shrugged. "So how's the Glee assignment going? Britney said you two worked on it last night. And then she said something about wanting Segway races to be an Olympic sport."

"Dude, think about it. Segways are totally cool. You stand on them and they don't fall down. So the racers could like hit each other and try to knock them off as they race around a track. It would be the coolest Olympic sport ever." Finn explained as they walked side by side down the hall. It's official. Finn is just as stupid as Britney. But Puck wasn't stupid. He just didn't go to class or really apply himself. There's a difference. Even he knew Olympic Segway racing was probably the worst sporting idea in the entire world. Aside from the WMBA. "But it was cool. We're actually working pretty well together." He replied, finally answering the question. As they approached Rachel's locker, Finn sighed at the graffiti all over her locker. "Jerks."

"That's it?" Puck asked, surprised at Finn's reaction to someone publicly insulting his girlfriend in front of the entire school. "You're not going to beat the shit out of Kirofski?"

"What's the point? They'll just start attacking me next." Finn said as he opened his locker to swap out books. "She already told me not to worry about it anyways. She said she's used to their childish antics and doesn't let it bother her anymore. She said that by not reacting to them, they'll just go away and pick on another target who would react."

Puck bit his tongue. Rachel has been the target of "childish antics" for a long time. Hell, even Puck joined in on the fun before he joined Glee club. But he wasn't going to argue with Finn. She was his girl. It wasn't Puck's place to tell him what to do. Even though Finn was being a complete pussy.

"Sup, Santana? Nice outfit. Do you own anything else?" Puck asked the Cheerio as she passed by in the hall, mocking her comment to Rachel yesterday.

"Shut it, Puckerman. You know I have to wear this everyday." Santana shot back. "Plus, I happen to know you have a fetish with this Cheerio outfit. You love when I kept it on during our..study sessions."

Puck just scoffed at her comment. Okay okay, so he and Santana have hooked up a few times. Can you blame him? She's fuckin hot. A fuckin hot bitch. Their relationship was complicated. I guess some people call it "friends with benefits". He just calls it "no strings attached sex" because, well, they weren't exactly friends either. She's usually Puck's type, but recently he hasn't been scheduling many study sessions. She was always good in the sack. Like what she says, she's never had an "unhappy customer". But he just wasn't feeling it anymore.

"Speaking of, I need help with biology. Do you think you can come over tonight and help? Maybe we can both figure it out. Together." Santana offered.

"Nah, I'm good. I"m gonna work on the Glee assignment with Rachel anyways." Puck replied. Even if he didn't already have plans, he would have declined.

Santana groaned loudly. Puck knew she hated Rachel, but she looked more pissed off than usual. "Whatever." She said, turning around and storming off down the crowded hallway.

"So you're working on the assignment with Rachel tonight?" Finn asked as he closed his locker.

"Yeah. After her dance practice." Puck said, walking beside him as they headed down the hall to their next class. Except Puck still wasn't carrying any books.

"Cool. I need a break from her crazy calendar. She had us schedule for an impromptu trip to a poetry reading tonight. I don't even know how that makes sense." Finn said. "I thought that after we started dating, she would become less...controlling. She's kinda freaking me out. She even told me to pick between her and football."

"So? I did." Puck said. He knows Finn doesn't like when he talks about his little fling with Rachel, but he didn't care. They both knew that Rachel was very passionate about everything, and nothing was going to change once she and Finn started dating. She was obsessed with Finn from day one. And just because she finally got her way didn't mean that her obsession wouldn't stop. She would just now focus it on keeping him.

"That was different, dude." Finn said, rolling his eyes. "She didn't ask you. You just did."

Puck wanted to argue it with him, but he knew there was no point. He wanted to say that what he was more admirable because he did it for her even though she didn't ask. But he didn't because, well, he's Puck. He's not supposed to admit things like that. He was supposed to take lunch money from the nerds and beat them up when they refused. He wasn't supposed to be the guy that tried to make girls happy without them asking. That was for guys like Finn.

Later that afternoon, Puck strolled lazily down the hall as he headed toward Glee club rehearsals. Yeah, he was late. So what? But as he turned the corner, he saw Rachel run out of the classroom and down the hall. What was up with her? Another one of her famous storm outs? Not long after, he saw Finn run out after her. Puck walked into the room and he saw the entire classroom was abuzz. Everyone was talking loudly, obviously discussing what just happened.

"What's going on?" Puck asked as he entered in on the discussion.

"Santana just told Rachel that she slept with Finn." Kurt explained, blatantly.

"What?" Puck asked with wide eyes. He looked over at the Cheerio who was proudly sitting in the chair, filing her nails. He quickly ran out of the room to find Rachel. He went to the usual spots- the girl's bathroom, the parking lot, and auditorium. But he only saw Finn walking slowly back down the hall. Puck went down another hallway, trying to avoid running into him. But suddenly, one more spot popped into his mind. He saw Rachel sitting there one day after being egged by that stupid Jesse kid. When she was humiliated, she wanted to hide. She didn't want anyone to see her broken or hurting. Puck left the building and started for the football field.

There she was. Sitting under the bleachers. Her head was buried in her hands and she was obviously crying. Puck didn't like when chicks cry. They were had to console and they usually talked about feelings and shit. Puck slowly walked up to her.

"Hey, Berry." Puck said, softly. He didn't want to frighten her.

"Go away, Noah." Rachel cried, not bothering to look up at him. Her knees were up to her chest, despite wearing a skirt. She was trying to curl up in a ball as much as she could, trying to shut the world completely out of her mind.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." Puck said as he continued to walk toward her.

"Just great. I'm just fuckin' great, Noah." Rachel spat. Whoa. She cursed. Puck knew it was major when Rachel Berry cursed. He's only heard her curse once, and she said "damn" when talking about Jesse throwing "damn eggs" at her. Given "damn" isn't really that much of a curse word, but he knew that it was a big deal for Rachel.

"Berry." Noah sighed as he sat down beside her on the steel framework of the bleachers. "I'm here if you need to talk."

"Thank you for the offer, Noah. But I REALLY don't want to talk about this right now." Rachel said, finally looking up. Her eyes were red and puffy. She looked so incredibly vulnerable. He has never seen her broken down this much before. She's usually the one who would hold her head up high and ignore the negativity in her life. Puck thought it had something to do with the fact that she was so driven in life. She knew that one day she would get out of his small town, so why worry about what others thought now? But Puck knew that this was the straw that broke her back. All of her pent up emotions were coming out.

"Alright, I understand." Puck said. But he didn't move. He didn't say a word to her, only sat there with her. He didn't want her to feel alone, but he didn't want to get in her space during this time.

"Why are you still here?" Rachel asked, wiping her nose with her giraffe sweater (really? another one?).

"Because I don't want you to be alone right now." Puck explained with a shrug.

Rachel sniffed as she put her legs back down from the fetal position. Her legs dangled just inches off the ground. She began to swing her legs back and forth, starting at them blankly.

"Why are guys such jerks?" Rachel asked, almost like she was thinking out loud to herself. But when she picked up her head and looked at Puck, he knew that it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Well, not every guy is." Puck said, giving the stereotypical answer. Rachel only rolled her eyes at his answer. "Look. Santana likes to get her way. She doesn't care who she hurts. Sometimes she only does things to piss people off."

"I get that Santana's not the most friendly person on the planet, but why would she do that? I get that it all happened before we started dating, but he lied to me about it. Then it's like she planned on telling me about it when she thought it would hurt me the most." Rachel said, beginning to open up with what was going on in her head. Her head went back down to the ground, watching her feet swing again. Occasionally she would let out a sniff, trying to hold back any more tears.

"She might have. I already told you Santana's a bitch." Puck admitted. "I don't know why Finn lied to you. He probably didn't want to hurt you, or some shit like that."

"But just by lying and keeping it from me, he just hurt me even worse. Where is the trust?" Rachel asked as she picked her head back up again. "I always thought Finn was different."

"He's still a dude, Berry. I can't say I don't blame him for hooking up with Santana." Puck said with a shrug.

"Thanks for the support, Noah." Rachel said, rolling her eyes as she jumped down off the steel framework.

"Hold on, Berry." Puck said as he reached out to stop her from walking away. "I'm being honest with you. Santana hooks up with everyone. She's hard to resist."

"I just don't understand why guys are interested in someone like that. Why aren't guys happy with someone like me? Someone honest, genuine, passionate, and caring? Someone who will always try to make you happy and puts everything into a relationship. No, I'm not the most attractive girl in the world, but I think that I offer a lot more than something physical." Rachel vented.

Puck just stared in her eyes as she spoke every word. Despite hearing her talk about feelings and shit, he actually cared about what she was saying. She was opening up to him. More than she usually does. "Trust me. Guys want someone like that more than you think." He said with his famous smirk.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Rachel said, leaning down to pick her books off the ground. "Thanks for staying around and talking, Noah. I didn't want to talk to anyone initially, but I'm glad you stayed."

"No problem." Puck said as he stood up off the framework. "Look, if you don't want to work on the assignment tonight, I completely understand-"

"No, I'll be there." Rachel cut in. "I like to work when I have a lot on my mind."

"Alright, cool." Puck said, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. "Ummm, want me to walk you to your car?"

"You don't have to." Rachel said as she pushed her hair back behind her ears, trying to somewhat compose herself before walking through the parking lot. "I'll see you tonight, Noah." She started to walk off, clutching onto her books in front of her chest. Puck watched as the tiny singer walked away. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Sure, she was annoying as hell sometimes. But she didn't deserve what Santana did. Rachel wasn't some slut who had this bombshell coming her way via another jealous slut. Rachel had her moments where Puck wanted to cut his ears off- no wait, cut her mouth off. No harm to him. But anyways, putting all of that aside, Rachel was kind of a cool chick. Puck didn't know why, but he felt comfortable around her. It was weird. Just a year ago, he wanted to throw slushies in her face. But now, he wants to dry the tears running down it.

This was more of a sweet chapter. I'm hoping to get into the GOOD stuff very soon! Love y'all!