Noah Puckerman's Journal Entry, December 30th 2010

Damn, if I thought there was one person who would appreciate my knowledge of Barbra Streisand, it would be Rachel Berry. Instead, all she can do is bitch at me for correcting her. All I was trying to do was impress her. I've never told this to anybody, but when I was dating her last year, it was the coolest thing. I was with a girl who had similar interests to me. She's hot, she's smart, and she loves singing, those things all appeal to me. I guess the only reason I never tried to get back with her was because Finn was with her and I thought it best not to fuck up our friendship any worse than I already had. She definitely has something against me now, though. It's a shame that it didn't work out. It probably would have got me into a lot of shit anyway, me being a popular jock, and her being that undefinable bottom level of the social pyramid. I wrote a song today. I'm thinking of showing it to the Glee Club. I wonder if she'll like it.

Rachel Berry's Diary Entry, December 30th 2010

My oh-so beloved diary,

Today was humiliating! Noah Puckerman made me look like an incompetent fool in front of all of the Glee kids. I knew what the album was called, I just forgot it, but he had to make it seem like I didn't even know. Everyone must have thought I was so stupid. And then he goes and takes my in-class solo away from me, like he's the one who lead us to sectionals last year! He doesn't even understand how much singing means to me. Mr. Schue is getting on my nerves with his whole "Make everyone feel equal!" thing. It's just plain wrong, not everyone is equal and nor do they deserve to feel as if they are. Everybody should be aware that I am a far superior performer to anyone else in that club! Everyone is flawed, from Quinn's nasally whine, to Tina's obnoxiously high pitched voice. I am simply perfect vocally and the sooner people realize that, the less they'll be let down when I'm famous and they're all scrubbing caked on food from dishes. It's no use diary!

Your devoted confessor,

Rachel Berry

Chapter Two

Rachel paced the crowded hallways of William McKinley High School, arms full of books and worried eyes averting the judgmental glances of her peers. She was spooked by the sudden feeling of a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from moving any further. She looked up into the disarming brown eyes of Noah Puckerman.

"Hey, Rachel, I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I just kind of wanted you to see that I'm not what you think I am. I'm more than just the asshole who beats up on disabled things. I'm really into music, y'know? Just like you are. And It would be cool if nobody knew about this whole apology thing," He explained, trying to maintain his "bad boy" aesthetic.

"I get it. You can be nice to me, but only if nobody knows about it. You're so sweet Noah!" She retorted, as her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"Look, I would stand up in front of the whole school and tell everyone how cool I think you are, but it would totally ruin me babe!"

"A: I told you once before not to call me babe. B: You wishing you could confess your acceptance of me, while being too afraid to be scoffed at by the public is a contradiction. You may want to work on not doing that."

"Jesus Christ! You're so impossible. I try to give you an honest apology and all you can do is complain about it!" He shouted.

Rachel covered her ears with her fingers and began singing as she walked away from her current rival.

"Fuck!" Noah screamed in the center of the hallway, catching the attention of everyone who had previously been minding their business. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He barked.

That night, at around eleven o' clock, Puckerman climbed into the window of Santana Lopez' bedroom. She was siting on her bed, flicking through the channels on her television.

"Hey cutie," He joked, sitting down next to her.

"Sup babes?" She shined her sparkly teeth at him.

"Bored out of my mind, and missing you," He replied.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and planted his lips on hers. She giggled and rolled him over, climbing on top of him.

Rachel sat in her bedroom, she stared at the ceiling and sighed. She paced back and forth for a while, before sitting down in her chair. She turned on her video camera and put on her karaoke recording of . She tried over and over again to make it as fun and engaging as Noah had, but she just couldn't. She took her work far too seriously to even consider doing a lighthearted cover. After hours of recording, she came to the conclusion that her cover was far better than Puck's, and until the Glee Club matured, she was going to have to put up with their poor taste.

Puck sighed, slipping his plain white t-shirt over his head. Santana reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of champagne. They took turns swigging off the bottle while laughing at game shows. She looked over at him with a familiar comfortability. He kissed her cheek, and as he pulled away, she pressed in for one last lip lock before he left for the night.

"Night," He said, slipping out of the window.

"Goodnight," She sank down further under the covers and curled up to go to bed.

This had been going on for months, Puck would go to Santana's house, they'd sleep together, get drunk or high, and then he'd go home. This time was different though, he didn't feel right about it, as a matter of fact, he didn't feel anything at all. His breath came out in puffs of steam, and right now, his baggy, gray sweatshirt wasn't keeping him warm.

She tossed and turned in her sheets, unable to fall asleep. Something had broken her wall of confidence. Right now, her talent wasn't enough to assure her that she was amazing. She needed someone else to tell her. She's been making herself feel good for too long, and she could no longer go by her own judgment.

She pressed her face into her pillow and screamed.