A/N - This story is not coming easily to me. I'm writing as fast as I can though, so please be patient with me!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own GLEE. Or there would be WAYYYY more Puckleberry.

I hope you enjoy. (:

Chapter Two:

She bumps into Finn and his wife Stephanie her first week back, while she is taking a break from unpacking her, her daughters and Santana's things. He's surprised to see her back in Lima, but when she tells him about her daughter, he completely understands. Rachel had met Stephanie once before, of course it had been five years, but the girl was really sweet and they hit it off. This meeting is what finds her on the Hudson's door step two days later for a dinner party.

When the door opens she expects to see Finn or Stephanie; instead she sees a very, very surprised Noah Puckerman. Santana pushes her way past him, then turns shoots her a look, and she's gone. Rachel smiles at him, but he still looks too shocked to say anything. Finally after a moment he brushes it off,

"what are you doing here, Berry? Why is San here?" He looks so confused it's cute.

"I'm living here. Well, not here, but, you know, in Lima." She knows she is rambling a little but she can't help it.

"But... Why? I thought you were doing good in New York." She knows the look Santana gave her was saying not to tell him anything about Caroline, but she can't help it.

"I… I didn't want my daughter to grow up in the city. I want her to grow up somewhere that I know she will be safe." He stood, shocked for the second time tonight, and slowly came out of his stupor.

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense. You have a daughter?" Rachel nods as an answer.

"Can I come inside now, or are you going to continue to make me stand out here?" As soon as the words are out of her mouth he's moving to the side and letting her in. For the rest of the night she tried to occupy herself by talking to everyone she hasn't seen in forever. Kurt, her and Mercedes decide they are going to go shopping soon. She was preoccupied all night though, trying not to notice the way Quinn kept herself wrapped around Puck.

Santana made a face as she walked past Quinn and Puck, one that Puck saw. He tried to ask her what her problem was, but Santana just kept walking. Rachel is standing in the corner talking almost frantically into her phone. By the time Santana got to her Rachel was off the phone.

"Is everything okay? Is Caroline okay?" Santana never really worries, unless it comes to little Caroline. Rachel sighs.

"Yeah, but we should go. She's having trouble sleeping; my dad's think that she's getting sick." They had both started walking while they talked. They thanked Finn and Stephanie and said goodbye to Kurt and Mercedes. When they got outside they bumped into Puck and Quinn who looked like they were doing things Rachel did not want to think about. Santana pulled on her hand and Rachel followed ignoring the look of question on Puck's face.

Sunday, the day after the party, Rachel was sitting at home trying to find a new doctor for her little girl. Her parents were right, Caroline is getting sick. Santana is watching her while Rachel looks. Now that she's actually sitting here thinking about everything, she doesn't think she could have done this without Santana. She sighs when she hears someone knock on the door; who shows up at someones house at 8:30 in the morning anyway? She opens the door definitely not expecting to see Noah Puckerman again.

"Um, how did you find out where I live?" Is the first thing out of her mouth.

"Nice to see you, too, Berry. Can I come in?" Rachel sighs, once again, and moves to the side. "Nice little place you got here."

"Thanks. That's not what you're here for though, is it?" She asks. He shakes his head.

"Why did you leave so fast the other night?" He's sitting on a stool by her counter now.

"My daughter is sick and she wasn't sleeping well. Not that it's any of your business." She's being hostile, and she knows it's because of her daughter being his daughter.

"No, it's not. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." The sincerity in his voice is overwhelming, and Rachel has to force herself not to melt.

"Well, as you can see I'm fine. You can go back to Quinn now." Rachel rolls her eyes at the look on his face.

"Are you jealous?" He has that stupid smirk on his face and Rachel just wants to hit him. She's saved from having to answer that when the door opens again. She's grateful, but at the same time she knows her daughter is going to meet her father. Unknowingly, but still.

"Mommy? Are you in here?" She's running through the apartment like she isn't sick.

"I'm in the kitchen, sunshine." Caroline comes running at her then and Rachel bends just in time to pick her up. Caroline notices someone odd sitting on the stool in front of her mom and looks confused.

"Who you, mister?" She wonders like any four year old would. Santana's leaned against the wall, watching.

"I'm Puck, one of your mommy and Santana's old friends. What's your name, cutie?" Rachel almost blurts out that it's his daughter because of the soft look in his eye.

"I'm Caroline." Puck's eyes widen slightly. Rachel looks at Santana whose eyes tell her that she told Rachel it was stupid to name her that. "Puck is a silly name." Rachel's eyes grow when her daughter says Puck, while Santana laughs behind her, and Puck grins slightly.

"Oh, well you can call me Noah. Your mommy calls me that." Caroline nods, with a little smile on her face then looks to her mom.

"Mommy, I wanna lay down. I feel yucky." Rachel nods and sets her down. She knows she'll only lay on the couch for now.

"I need to find her a doctor that I can take her to in the morning." Santana looks at Puck then back at Rachel. Rachel knows that Santana wants her to tell him; she always has.

"So, why are you with Fabray, Puckerman?" Santana asks for lack of anything else to say.

"Um, because, how long did I want her?" He replies like it should be obvious.

"I thought you were over that shit. You wanted her in high school, and you got her. She's really nothing but a bitch and you know it as well as I do." Santana never did have a problem being blunt. Puck just shrugs. Then he gets this little smirk on his face.

"So, you named her Caroline, huh?" Santana makes her escape, hoping that Rachel will tell him.

"Yeah, I like that name. It's pretty, don't you think?" She won't look him in the eye though.

"Of course I do. I just think it's funny that you would name her that after I sang 'Sweet Caroline' to you." Rachel makes a very unladylike noise in the back of her throat.

"That was in our sophomore year of high school, Noah. It had nothing to do with it." She lies and he can tell.

"Sure, it didn't, Rachel." She represses the shiver that threatens to run down her spine when he says her name like that. Her throat closes up then, and she can't stop the words that follow, "she's your daughter."

Chapter Two.

A/N - DUN DUN DUNNN, sorry, I left you hangin'. If you wanna you should give me some ideas.

Thank you broadwaybound2016 for the idea of Quinn and Puck being together. They aren;'t married but you gave me an idea.

R&R it'll make me update faster.

Love,

Katie. (: