A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the first part! :)

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Puck stared down at the unconscious girl, still completely stunned. She looked to be around his age, probably seventeen or eighteen, but he just couldn't understand what she was doing here, lying in the middle of field where a giant meteor or something had just landed. None of this made any sense.

Maybe she's an alien? He thought to himself before shrugging off the idea as insane. Aliens weren't real… right?

He didn't know much about aliens, but as he took in her appearance, he guessed that a hot chick clad in silver was probably the fantasy of every teenaged sci-fi nerd from here to China. And she was hot. Any guy would jizz their pants over the thought of getting it on with a hot alien chick, especially if she looked like that. Him included.

He took a moment to study her; her form fitting dress, the curve of her hips and the gentle rise of her breasts as she breathed shallowly. Her long flowing brunette hair shimmered in the moonlight. To be honest, he wasn't normally one to notice such things; he was very much a tits and ass man. Oh, and legs. Legs were very important. But on her… he noticed everything.

He noticed her long lashes brushing her cheeks. He noticed her full red lips. He even noticed the unique arc of her nose. It was weird, but he found himself concentrating on her nose. It wasn't anything he ever noticed in the past, but right now he seemed fixated on it. It was a hot nose. He didn't even know that was possible.

Puck shook his head sternly. Surely there had to be a better explanation for this than aliens.

He had hit his head pretty hard. Maybe she was just a hallucination, his mind playing fucked up tricks on him after such a traumatic accident. Or maybe he was dead and this was his version of heaven. As messed up as that would be, he could definitely be down spending his afterlife with a smoking hot babe like this one.

Slowly, Puck reached out his hand towards her, moving to touch her angel-like face, but just as his fingertips grazed her cheek, her head moved slightly and her eyes fluttered open.

Immediately, his hand shot back to his side, but his gaze never wavered from her face. She smiled up at him dazedly before the realization of her strange surroundings seemed to jolt her back to life.

She sat up suddenly, glancing all around her before meeting Puck's gaze once more. Her expression became confused as she took in the giant crater. "Is this New York?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Huh?" Puck asked, dumbstruck. "What?"

"Is this the city of New York?" She asked again eagerly. "Home of Broadway? The greatest city on Earth?" She continued glancing around her as Puck stood there, too stunned to form a proper sentence. But she didn't seem to be expecting an actual answer. "Funny. I always expected it to be more… more."

She stood up, wiping the dirt away from her dress. It fell away easily, as if the material repelled anything that would mar its perfect shine. Now that he looked at it properly, it almost seemed to make her glow. "I must say, this is rather disappointing. After all, the grandeur of New York City has been talked about for decades, and this is what I'm greeted with? Very disappointing, indeed."

"What?" Puck asked again, his voice hoarse. He was so fucking confused right now. The hot possible-alien chick was talking, but none of her words made sense. Well, at least not to him.

"Well, I always expected New York City to be, well, a city. Not an empty field. It seems to reason that a city should look like a city. I should complain about misrepresentation. It's strange. I always thought I saw large buildings when I looked down here, but the view from above can be quite obscure. Now I suppose–"

"This… this isn't New York." Puck finally stammered out, cutting off her long winded speech. He was still reeling from shock, and possibly a concussion. He blinked and shook his head again, still wondering if she was just a figment of his imagination.

The girl's head snapped towards him, her hair flying as she turned to look at him again. "What?" She cried.

"This is a field," he explained. "In Ohio. Lima, Ohio."

The girl frowned. "Lima, Ohio?"

Puck nodded. "Yeah, it's about a ten hour drive to New York City."

"No, no, no!" The girl stamped her foot in annoyance. "How could this have possibly happened?" She began ranting to herself, pacing frantically. She seemed to completely forget Puck was there. "This is all wrong! This was supposed to be New York! Now how am I supposed to get there? This is simply unacceptable. If I'm not in New York, then I need to get there immediately. No matter what it takes. But... but I don't know the way." Then suddenly, she whirled around and looked at him, realizing his presence again. She took a large step closer and looked up at him imploringly. "You could take me!" she said excitedly.

"W-what?" Puck sputtered, still beyond confused. Everything felt so surreal. Like a dream, or a nightmare, he wasn't quite sure which yet. Maybe it was all just a really convincing hallucination.

"You could take me!" Rachel clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "I just need you to take me to New York! This is perfect; fated, in fact. If I was ever going to fall anywhere other than New York, then it makes sense that I would need a guide!"

Puck blinked at the beaming girl as she stared up at him expectantly. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He yelled in frustration.

She looked taken aback at his outburst. "I-I..."

"You – or whatever 'you' are – completely trashed my truck!" Puck burst out, flailing wildly as he gestured towards his overturned truck. "What the fuck makes you think I'd want to take you anywhere? Even if it wasn't lying upside down with broken windows and a crumpled hood, I wouldn't take you anywhere. Fuck, I don't even know who – or what – you are!"

Puck stared at the now timid girl as she stared back at him, bewildered; his breathing was harsh and rapid as he tried, and tried, to process what was happening. He half-expected the girl to run away crying, but instead, a bright smile slowly formed on her face.

"Oh right, how silly of me." She gushed before offering out her hand towards him. "My name is Rachel." This girl seemed completely unfazed by his earlier outburst. "And as for what I am, I would have thought that was obvious? I mean, there aren't that many possibilities, so any rational person should be able to guess."

He stared at her incredulously. Rational? They were standing the middle of what used to be a field, after being hit by a fucking ball of fire, and she was spouting on about being rational? She stared up at him expectantly, and Puck found himself spluttering out the first thing that came to mind.

"An alien?" he guessed wildly.

She giggled softly and shook her head. "No, silly," she said. "Aliens aren't real." She said it like it was the most absurd thing he could have ever said. She continued to look up at him expectantly, but didn't elaborate.

As he looked back at her, his mind racing a mile a minute trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, the girl seemed to begin glowing again. However, as soon as he blinked, the effect was gone, and he brushed it off as a result of the extreme trauma he was currently experiencing. "So, if you're not an alien, then what the fuck are you?"

She giggled again before coyly saying, "I'm a star."

She gazed up at him like those three little words were supposed to mean something, but in reality, they meant jack shit. In fact, they didn't make any sense at all.

"A what?" he asked again, shaking his head in disbelief. Whoever this chick was, she was obviously just messing with his head, trying to confuse him. He just knew it.

"Well," Rachel turned to look up at the sky and pointed to where the giant fireball had originated. "I came from up there, and now I'm here. The logistics of my journey are actually quite hard to explain, and someday I'd be happy to sit down and explain it to you, but at the moment, it isn't pertinent to the task at hand, which is to get me to New York."

"But, but..." Puck stammered out disbelievingly, completely mystified by this... creature before him. It was the best – the only – way to describe her. Despite her good looks and tendency to ramble, he couldn't seem to make heads or tails of what she was going on about. She was just some... confusing creature.

He groaned as a particular violent throb wracked his head. "But that's impossible. There's no way in hell you could be an actual star. I don't believe you. In fact, I've had enough of your bullshit." He turned and stalked back to his truck. "I'm outta here."

"Wait! Please wait!" Rachel pleaded and ran after him, but he refused to turn around. "You don't understand, but I need you to! Please stop! If you stop, I can show you!" It wasn't until she hooked her hand in his arm and tugged that Puck stopped. Not that she was strong enough to do so, but there was something in her voice, and touch, that made him want to stop. She gazed up at him, her breathing labored.

He tried not to think about her heaving chest in that slim silver dress as it clung to the curves of her body. But let's face it: he was a guy with eyes. And a mind-splitting headache. His concentration skills weren't too good right now. He blinked and tried to clear his head again. Come on, Puckermen! He silently reprimanded himself. This is not the time!

"I know it's incomprehensible but, here, I'll show you," she offered. She took a deep breath before closing her eyes.

It happened so quickly, Puck thought it was all in his head, but as she stood there, a brilliant white light began emanating from within her, spreading outwards until her skin shone lustrously, lighting up their surroundings. It was just like the faint light he had thought he'd seen just moments ago. It surrounded her, encased her entirely with a light so bright it almost blinded him.

As the light started to fade away again, Puck stood completely astonished, staring once again.

"You- you're a-a..."

Rachel smiled widely. "I'm a star." Puck took a step back in disbelief, ready to scramble away as fast and as far as possible. "Please, don't be afraid." Her voice was soft and comforting. "I won't hurt you. I just want to get to New York."

Puck frowned and shook his head in confusion. "Why?" he asked. His head was still pounding from the accident. And this star wasn't helping things.

Rachel sighed dramatically and turned away. "I was afraid you'd ask me that." She took a moment to compose herself, which also allowed Puck the opportunity to not freak the fuck out. "Have you ever had a dream?" she continued somberly. Puck muttered a muffled "yes," before she continued on, ignoring his reply. "Well, stars also have dreams, and my dream is so big, that not even the sky can contain me!"

Puck looked on, almost concerned, before she turned back to him dramatically. "I want to perform on Broadway. I want the world to see my talent and love me for it. I want to sing. I want to be a star. And not just any star, but a Broadway star, where everyone will know my name, and everyone will love me."

Puck blinked again, still completely confused. His instinct was to assume this chick was completely and certifiably nuts. He was just about to say as much, but instead he found himself blurting out, almost incoherently. "But-but can't you just do that where you're from?"

Rachel shook her head, her eyes tinted with an unknown sadness. "No. I can't," she turned her face away, looking at the ground before whispering softly. "It's different for stars. Life's... different..."

"Oh..." Puck had no idea how to deal with the sudden downturn in her mood, but he really didn't need to worry because it didn't last for long.

"That's why I need to do this." She said enthusiastically, looking up at him, her eyes shining with hope. "I want – no, I need to be on Broadway. And to do that, I need to get to New York. The city that never sleeps; the Big Apple; New York City!" She took a step closer to him, causing Puck to inhale sharply at her close proximity. The chick might be insane but she was also insanely hot, and he just too tired to pretend otherwise.

So sue him if he kind of liked them a little crazy. He found her intensity oddly arousing, like what if she just channeled that intensity into the bedroom...

"That's why I need your help." She continued softly, breaking his drifting train of thought, which was probably a good thing. "I need you to help me get to New York. Please help me make my dreams come true, and I'll return the favor in kind."

"Huh?" Until that point, he guessed he kind of understood where she was coming from, but now she had once again completely lost him. "What do you mean?" His immediate thought was: sex? But he sincerely doubted that's what she was getting at.

"Well," she said, somewhat shyly. "If you help me make my dreams come true, I'll grant you your wish."

"My wish? What wish?"

"Your wish. The one you made."

Puck thought back to his earlier musings. It felt like it had been hours since he was lying in the back of his truck, simply just staring up at the sky. "How can you do that?" He asked skeptically.

She looked at him coyly. "Well, I am a star, aren't I? And you know what they say about falling stars, don't you?"

Puck scoffed loudly. "That's complete bullshit. Some old wives' tale that some bum who couldn't get off his ass made up to make people think there was some divine being in the universe listening to their problems. Life doesn't come that easy. I may be stupid but I know that much."

Rachel continued smiling at him, her eyes twinkling. "You're both right and wrong. All old tales have a basis in truth, whether it be something small or something big; it just so happens that this tale is right about wishing upon falling stars." She laughed. "But you're also right, wishes don't come easy. What people have forgotten over the millennia is that you have to find your fallen star to make your wish come true. The human species can be so lazy sometimes. That's why the majority of wishes don't come true, because they can't be bothered searching anymore. They simply blame the universe for nothing extraordinary happening in their lives, but the truly spectacular, they go out and seek the extraordinary. They don't sit around waiting for something to happen. Don't you want to be extraordinary, young man?"

Puck nodded slowly, trying to understand, but he stopped suddenly. She was going a mile a minute, and his mind was struggling to keep up. "But I didn't wish upon any fallen stars."

"Yes," Rachel nodded. "But you made a wish, and I can hear it now. Your dream is imprinted on your soul. So in this case, you help me with mine, and I will grant yours."

"But-but..." Puck still couldn't believe this was happening. No matter what he'd seen, this world had made him cynical about such things. There was no such thing as magic. "I'm sorry, I just can't believe it." He turned and began stalking back towards his truck.

Not that it stopped her from chasing after him, babbling so fast it was hard for him to hear what she was saying.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Puck suddenly burst out, swinging around to face her once again, interrupting her long diatribe about 'the kindness of others' and 'strangers helping each other out.' "I mean, I'm sorry," he continued. "But this sounds like complete and utter bullshit!"

Rachel rolled her eyes in frustration and replied, rather sharply, "Fine! If you don't believe me, I'll show you!" She strode over to pick up a fallen flower, its bud completed closed over. She held it in the palm of her hand and made a fist. "Now watch..."

Puck stared expectantly as she opened her palm again and he saw the flower had opened, too; it had bloomed with pretty pink petals.

He looked on disbelievingly, still not completely convinced. He arched his eyebrow and asked, "Is that it?"

She laughed and rolled her eyes yet again. "Okay, fine. You want something more. Here." She closed her palm once again, and this time when she opened it, a pink butterfly stood where the flower had once been. Puck watched amazed as the butterfly flapped its wings lazily before suddenly taking off. He continued to watch it, following it with his eyes as the butterfly slowly fluttered out of sight. "So... now do you believe me?"

Puck gulped and nodded, eyes wide in wonder. "Uh-huh."

She clapped gleefully, jumping up and down. "So you'll take me?" She squealed in delight when Puck simply nodded his head, his eyes still trained where the butterfly had disappeared into the night. He turned to study this "star" as he thought about what this could mean. If she granted him one wish, any wish, it could completely change his life. It was so easy. In one fell swoop he could fix all the mistakes and fuck ups he'd made over the years.

And all he had to do was a take this girl to New York.

As unbelievable as all this was, he believed her; her eager smile, her twinkling eyes.

Puck coughed softly, forcing himself to look away before he numbly began walking. He stopped momentarily to fish some of his stuff out of his truck before continuing on his way, forming his plan to get her to New York. He chanced a glance at her, studying her features. Even as he walked, he could see the next few days unfolding. Like he said, she was hot. And with each passing moment, he found her more attractive, more intriguing.

Now that he'd had the chance to look at her properly, without the added stress of his mind fighting the possibility of it all and the burning question of what the fuck was actually going on?, he could fully appreciate the way she looked in that flowing silver dress which glided with her as she walked. She had large brown eyes that twinkled as she took in her surroundings, relishing each moment she spent here on Earth.

Even as he watched her, he could totally picture them making out. With all that pent up intensity? That scene would be mind-blowing. But as he let the fantasy play out in his head, he had to promise himself that that was as far as it would go.

This was his chance. Puck wanted nothing more than to finally get out of this dumbass town, and for someone with no plans and no prospects, this Rachel chick was just the ticket he needed to get out of here. She was literally offering him the stars and all he had to do was take her to New York. It was so easy. He couldn't fuck this up.

He wouldn't – couldn't – get involved with her, and he couldn't get too close. With his track record, they'd probably crash and burn after a week, and he didn't want to ruin his chances of finally getting everything he ever wanted.

And besides, who even knew the logistics of that pairing? She was probably too good for him anyway. At the very least, she was way too… cheerful.

"Wait, where are you going?" She asked as he started down the old dirt driveway.

"Lima," he replied gruffly as he continued walking.

Rachel's brow furrowed. "We have to walk?"

"Well," Puck said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "Your arrival kind of totaled my truck, so yeah, we walk. Unless you have some magical way to fix it," he asked with a hint of hope in his voice. He really didn't want to walk the entire way back to town. At this time of night, it was unlikely that they'd pass any other cars, so the possibility of hitch-hiking was slim to nil, but Rachel shook her head helplessly. "So yeah, we walk."

Rachel took a moment before she nodded determinedly. "Okay. So be it! We'll walk! Anything to get to New York!" she said enthusiastically.

She ran up to Puck and looped her arm in his, not that he'd offered it or anything, and walked beside him, all the while chattering excitedly.

Puck almost smiled at her energetic personality. Almost. He almost found her amusing, like nothing could deter her from her goal. He almost, sort of, admired her for it. But as she continued chatting merrily, he was sure that come morning, he'd have a very different opinion of this particular fallen star.

"Oh yeah!" she burst out suddenly, "I told you my name, but you haven't told me yours!"

Puck turned his head to see her looking up at him expectantly, an excited smile stretched across her face. It was hard not to smile back at her.

"Noah," he replied without thinking. "You can call me Noah."