A/N: Thank you to all who subscribed, favorited, and reviewed. Special thanks to Legally Positive for pointing out that Rachel posts videos on Myspace, not YouTube. You are awesome! Just letting you know, I write all of this in a notebook and I'm working on another story for Pirates of the Caribbean at the same time, so updates may end up being a little random.

Noah was getting worried when Rachel didn't appear after fifteen minutes. What is she doing in there? This is getting ridiculous! I have pools to clean. Five minutes, Berry, and I'm dragging you out.

Time passed too slowly and was back inside the theatre after two minutes, "Rachel?"

"What do you want?" She looked up from a notebook that she had found in the front row, "I thought you had somewhere to be."

He shrugged, "Can't leave you here yourself. Wouldn't want something bad to happen to you. Everyone in Glee would be devastated." He started walking towards the stage.

She glared at him, "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"Is that why you've been really distant and unfocused? Is that why your eyes are red and puffy?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you." Rachel turned her attention back to the notebook, "Besides I… I've been working on a project for the club. I'm going to show Mr. Schue tomorrow."

Noah raised an eyebrow, "What project takes over a month to finish? Especially when it's you who's working on it." He jumped up to sit on the edge of the stage, "What's really going on, Sherri?"

"It's Cherie!" When she looked at him, he could see a touch of fear in her eyes, "Everything is perfectly fine, Noah. You can stop acting like you care."

He ignored her, "Let me see what you've written." He leaned over and snatched the notebook out of her hands before she could protest. His face showed no emotion, but his eyes grew wide as he continued to skim the page, "God, Berry… What the hell happened to you? Everyone is singing a song that's somehow related to death."

"It's not the final choice. That's up to Mr. Schue. It's almost Halloween anyways."

"That didn't answer my question. Do I need to get Miss Pillsbury?"

She growled and yanked the notebook away from him, "Of course not! Like I said before: everything is fine! I'm fine! Leave me alone, Noah."

"If I were Finn, would you tell me?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Rachel stared at him incredulously. Of course not. I don't love him anymore! He's not you…

Noah sighed, "I just want to help. You said we could still be friends when we broke up…"

"I believe you said that we weren't friends to begin with."

She is so damn stubborn! He shook his head, "Rachel, I just want to help. Thanks to Glee, we're friends whether you like it or not. You really are worrying me."

"Oh, just go clean pools and shag the cougars!" She snapped at him and stood, "I don't know what game you are playing, Noah Puckerman, but I won't have any part in it! You are an untrustworthy pig!" She ran off stage and into the audience, quietly singing to herself.

He heard her sobs as the door shut behind her. Now how did that get all screwy? I was just trying to help. It's not like I throw slushies at her anymore. Hell, I haven't thrown a slushy since we all got Mr. Schue. Shaking his head, he went out to his car.

She looked at the truck next to her convertible. Of course he'd be parked by me. She groaned and slid into the driver seat, trying to wipe the tears out of her eyes before she started driving. To help clear her mind, she pushed play on the CD changer.

At once, Elphaba's voice filled the car, "Hands touch. Eyes meet. Sudden silence. Sudden heat."

Noah got into his truck and looked at the passenger seat to make sure he had his things. He sighed in relief and went to turn on the car when something caught his eye through the window. That looks like her car... What is she doing? Shit, she's still crying. She needs to talk to somebody. He got out of his truck and went around to her door. With out asking, he opened it, "Rachel. Stop holding in it in and just tell me. Please."

Her tear stained face looked at him, "Kurt… I need… Kurt." Her eyes closed as she sang over and over again, "There's a girl I know. He loves her so. I'm not that girl…"

Noah opened the passenger door of his truck and threw his stuff to the floor before lifting Rachel out of her car and into the seat, "Don't worry. I'll get you there."

She pulled a cell phone out of her denim skirt pocket, "I have to call…"

"I'll take care of it. Just calm down." Noah took the phone and climbed into his seat. He found Kurt's number and hit "call" as he started his truck.

"Well, it's about time, Rachel." Kurt answered on the second ring.

Noah sighed, "It's not Rachel, Kurt."

"Well hello mystery man."

"Kurt," he growled, "it's Puck."

"Why do you have Rachel's phone? What's going on?"

"She's a mess. I found her in the theatre. Something happened, but I have no clue what it is. Your name is the only thing she said before really freaking out."

"What is she doing?"

Noah glanced at her, "Rocking back and forth in the seat, crying, and muttering to herself."

"Bring her over, stat."

"No problem." He hung up and sighed, "Hopefully, Kurt can help. Rachel, do you trust him?"

"Don't remember that rush of joy. He could be that boy. I'm not that girl." Rachel closed her eyes.

"Shit, Berry, you're really scaring me here! Surely what happened wasn't that bad." He pushed on the gas petal. Kurt better know what to do.