A/N Hello! I'm sososososo sorry about the late update! D: I've been really busy lately, with school and all. My English teacher's being a complete and utter asshole, deciding that we have to do all this fuck-ass homework, so I have NO FUCKING TIME FOR ANYTHING. GOD DAMMIT. Ok, so here's chapter two of Star-Shaped Scars! :D

Once in the hallway, I could hear the music pounding in the boys' dorm. Opening it, there were more than just the Warblers in the room. We were accompanied by the New Directions. Well, fuck.

Upon going inside, Blaine walked up to me and yelled, "OH MY GOSH BAS IS HERE!" Yup, there was alcohol. Walking up to Kurt, who was obviously one of the sober people there, I spoke, "Hey, Porcelain." He glared at me. "What do you want, Meerkat?" he asked, taking a sip of his Coke. I picked up an unopened beer, took a sip, and said, "Sorry, I didn't know I was allowed to talk to you..." my voice trailing off at the end.

He looked at me and could tell something was up. 'Shit. Stupid face gives away everything...' I thought, looking away. I saw Frankenteen grabbing Rachel, and I knew something was up. Putting my beer down, I headed over to the distressed singer.

"Come on Rae!" slurred the giant, drunken teen, pulling the small brunette's hand. "No, Finnie!" she whined, pulling away. "C'mon baby! Pretty please?" asked the bigger boy, forcefully. "No, Finnie! I wanna wait!" she whined again, pulling from within his grasp, and burrowing into Puck's chest.

Putting his arms around her, the mohawked boy spoke, "Finn! What the hell? Leave her alone!" Finn rolled his eyes like a child, and said, "Hmph! She's just a prude." Surprised with all that had happened, I stood there dumbstruck.

"Finn! Get the fuck out! No one talks about my Jewish American Princess like that! Now fuckin go!" he yelled, as the lanky teen flopped out. Leaning over to Puck, I spoke, "I dunno if letting a giant, drunk teen go around an unknown neighborhood alone's such a good idea. Especially if he's a dumbass before the alcohol."

"Shit, you're right," said Puck, "Here, take Berry. I'll be back," and he thrust the small girl into my arms.I caught her, and realized, 'I'm standing here. With a drunk Rachel Berry in my arms. Fuck.'

Once she calmed down, she was stable enough that she wasn't using me to hold her up, but she still wouldn't take her face out of my chest. "Barbra, you can go now..." I stuttered, slowly. "Uhuh! I wanna wait till Noah comes!" she whimpered. I sighed, and waited for the said teen to return.

Then, I realized, Puck, the guy who always drank, was completely sober. And he was protecting Rachel. But wasn't Rachel dating Finn? Damn New Directions, confusing the shit outta me.

When Puck returned, Rachel flew into his arms, and squeezed him. Looking down into the girl's beautiful brown eyes, he spoke in a comforting voice. Comforting, not douchey. "Rae, why don't you go over with Quinn?" he asked. Rachel sniffled, and nodded. Giving him one last hug, and looking at me, with a confused expression, she left to the cackling blonde.

"So, Puck..." I started, as he handed me a Cherry Bomb. "Yeah?" he asked, looking at me. "Why are you so protective over Rachel? I mean, isn't she dating Finn?" I asked, truly confused. He laughed a little and responded, "Rachel's my best friend, man. We tried the whole dating thing and failed epicly. She's my Jewish American Princess, and I protecting her as much as possible," he explained, "As for Sasquatch, they're dating, but I have a feeling they're gonna break up, resulting in me beating the shit outta him."

I laughed, and looked over to Blaine and Kurt who were doing an awful rendition of Katy Perry's 'Last Friday Night'. "So, you and Barbra are best friends? Why does that surprise me?" I asked, my douchey manner returning. He laughed. "Well, some ass on the football team and the glee club diva don't seem like they would be very good friends, but as it turns out, I guess we are. Jews gotta stick together, right?" he laughed.

I smirked and nodded, looking at the time. It was just about 3 in the morning. "Shit..." I muttered. "What?" asked Puck, looking concerned. "It's three in the morning, and everyone's drunk... Wanna help me clean up a bit?" I asked, putting my drink down. Sighing, the mohawked boy agreed, and turned off the music, telling everybody to put their drinks down, and get to a dorm.

A/N There it is! Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to get something out there. The next one will be longer and I PROMISE SOONER! Again, so sorry for the long wait! :|