A/N: So hi. I've decided to continue with this story, as you can see. :) I recieved alot of story alerts and favorites which I am very grateful for as well as my first eleven reviewers. THANK YOU so much for taking the time to leave one. It really means the world to me. I dont know how often I will be updating or exactly where Im going with this but I promise not to leave you hanging too long and to keep it interesting. This story is something I really want to finish so it will NOT be abandoned. If you stick with it I promise it'll be worth it. Also I dont have a beta so if there are any typos they're all me. Anyway, here is chapter one I hope you like it. Review? ;D

Disclaimer: I do not own glee, at all, even though I wish I could have mark salling all to myself ;)

The Hangover

Just Like Last Friday, Except Different

Two Days Earlier

Puck's phone starts to go off and he slowly open his eyes, rolling over to see who it is on his caller ID. Sure enough, he finds Rachel's picture popping up and her name appearing on his screen causing him to smile even though she's calling at five in the morning on a Friday. If it were any other day or any other person he might actually be mad, but today isn't just any day and Rachel Berry isn't just any person.

Normally, he wouldn't be getting up for another hour, and when he did he'd be doing his morning workout, while dreading the next eight hours of his day. Seven class periods with seven different teachers. Each one of them going on and on about calculus or English or some shit like that. But not today, because today is the day the New Directions leave for nationals… in Vegas. And Rachel is… well Rachel. So he doesn't even let it ring a second time before he flips his phone open and breathes into the receiver.

"How's my delicious Berry doing this fine Friday morning?" he jokes, propping himself up on his elbows and looking out the window toward the dark sky. What time does the sun even come up anyway?

"Noah. You sound awfully cheerful this morning." she notes playfully.

"Yeah, well, I'm excited is all." He doesn't tell her its also because he likes the sound of her voice first thing in the morning. "I mean its freaking Vegas, baby."

"Yes. It is." he hears Rachel say as she attempts to stifle a laugh and then clear her throat. "I was just calling to make sure you got up early and packed your bags, because despite what you told me last night, when you were over watching movies and helping me pack, I had a feeling you put it off and lied to me about it so I wouldn't tell you to leave sooner or offer to help."

"No. Of course not, Rach. My bag is packed up and ready to go." Puck replies smoothly even though what she's saying is completely true.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" she questions and he looks briefly over at his empty duffel bag sitting on his floor and smiles to himself, thinking about how well she knows him. "Just make sure you pack that black v-neck I bought you last week. Its supposed to be really hot and I figured the cut collar will provide suitable air flow to your chest."

"You just wanna see my guns." he teases and he can practically see her blushing as she giggles in the background.

"Well your arms are lovely." she reasons, playing along.

"You bet they are!" he replies smugly, grunting as he flexes loud enough so she can listens happily as she laughs at his antics on her end of the line.

That's when Rachel starts to ramble about nationals and how excited she is about singing with him, her best friend, and he just tries to listen patiently to her every word, giving necessary input and trying his best to sigh as she calls best friend instead of boyfriend. After they're done he tells her he cant wait to sing their duet either before promising to pick her up in an hour and hanging up.

Puck groans at the actual thought of moving before rolling out of bed and ripping open his draws. He basically shoves the first things he sees inside his bag before pulling on a clean shirt (the one Rachel bought him) and a pair of blue jeans. He grabs the cash he's been saving for this trip from the inside of one of his socks and tucks the roll of cash into his pocket. He's pretty sure he's got enough to get by for the four days they'll be there. And if he doesn't? Well he'll figure something out. Either way he's gong to have a good time.

He grabs his poorly packed bag and slings it over his shoulder before making his way down stairs. His mom's at work and his sister staying with a friend until he gets back, so his only goodbye is a short note, that he's actually surprised to find stuck to the fridge.

Noah,

Make sure you lock up before you leave the house. Good luck at nationals. Hope you have a good time, just, don't get into any trouble, okay? Love you. See you soon.

Love,

Mom

P.S Tell Rachel I said hello. Oh and when you two get back, make sure you invite her over for dinner. I'd love to hear how everything went.

Puck shakes his head, chuckling at his mom's not so subtle attempt to tell him to eventually make Rachel his wife and pop out a few Jewish grandkids for her. Not that he wouldn't mind being able to tell his mom that Rachel is his girlfriend... So yeah, he wants Berry and not just in a get in her pants way. Rachel Berry might be batshit crazy but he cant help but be in love with her. He isn't really sure how it even happened or why. He figures she can be a badass sometimes but its more then that. She sees the good in him when no one else does and he likes that. One way or another: it happened and its not going away any time soon.

The truth is if someone would have said to him, 'hey Puckerman in two years you'll be head over heals in love with Rachel Berry' he probably would have punched that person in the face then thrown a slushie all over them for the rest of their high school life, yet here he was completely in love with the school's resident 'freak'. Something he even thought himself back when he didn't know better. She isn't a freak, a little over baring sometimes and driven but not a freak.

All he knows is, as lame as it may sound, he wants to be the one she runs to, the one to take care of her. But things have been getting even more impossible especially since her final breakup with Finn and that brief rekindled relationship with Jesse ever since the two of them she's been flying solo and Puck's finding it really difficult to get past the friend point and prove that he can be her leading man. He knows it could prove to be even more difficult than getting Lauren to go out with him during junior year. And that was hard as hell. Trust him, he knows.

He grabs a poptart, folding up his mother's note and sticking it in his back pocket as he heads toward the door, his head held high. He strolls through the front door, locking it behind him, before jogging over to his truck and jumping inside. Yep, he's going to do whatever it takes win Rachel Berry's heart, even if it kills him. He starts the engine and takes off toward Rachel's house full speed ahead, scarfing down his food on the way.