Disclaimer: For clarification, I do not own Glee or Puckleberry.

A/N: Oh my god. Thank you thank you thank you sooo much. I didn't actually think so many people would alert this story. But like I said, thank you. This chapter is longer than what I'm used to. But, it was requested, so yeah. So, this chapter is probably one of the few that didn't have a song to it. Enjoy and please do review.

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It was six o'clock and Rachel had forgotten to set her alarm, probably because of the obvious distractions of life the previous day. Thankfully, her bladder had woken her up on time for her to start the day on the elliptical. As Rachel worked out, her mind continued to drift to the events of yesterday. She couldn't believe so much had happened in one day. It was ridiculous.

She also couldn't believe that it was Puck who had given up football, his popularity, basically everything that made him who he was—except that he still kept his Mohawk, looks and attitude in check—for her. Rachel Berry. The girl he had made a daily ritual by throwing slushies in her face ever since freshmen year. Her mind couldn't wrap around it.

However, what hurt Rachel so much more was the fact that it Puck who had done all that. Not Finn. Instead of coming back to Glee, Finn had stayed with the football team. And Rachel knew exactly why. He was scared. Of losing his popularity, of getting slushied in the face, of having to face what she has faced for years. Despite this… Rachel couldn't hate Finn. She couldn't bring herself to do so. This wasn't fair. It just wasn't. If anything, it was plain cruel. She wasn't made for this.

Rachel Barbra Berry was talented. She was named at birth by her two gay dads as Rachel after a favorite character from Friends and her middle name was from Barbra Streisand. She could sing notes that most girls would find absolutely impossible, she could dance way better than any person in Lima—at least that's what she told herself—, and she was more dramatic and theatrical than anyone sans Kurt. She basically oozed talent. Rachel Barbra Berry was made to be a Broadway star.

But she wasn't ready to tackle this. These boy problems. This popularity stuff. For crying out loud, she was sixteen with the ambition and talent to get to Broadway. It was just that, nothing else before. Rachel knew her life would be hard on the way to New York, but no one told her she'd possibly go through this.

She sighed and hopped off the elliptical. This was way too much to process in one setting. Far, far too much… She needed a shower.

"Rachel, honey, that Noah boy is waiting outside to pick you up." Her Caucasian dad poked his head in, half an hour after Rachel's deep process thinking and shower. Rachel put on her acting spirit and smiled at him.

"Thanks dad," She replied, picking up her bag. She was about to walk past him when he blurted out,

"Are you dating him?" Oh goodness…

"Umm… In a sense…?" Rachel knew what the concept having a partner—if that was what Puck was—by studying it through movies, music, plays, etc. However, Puck in truth had never really asked her on a date. They just made out a lot…

"In a sense?" He frowned, his glasses slightly falling down his nose as he gave her the usual look. The Rachel-Berry-tell-me-the-details-look.

"Well, he hasn't officially asked me to be his girlfriend… But, I guess in a sense, we are together…" Rachel knew it was a pathetic excuse, but she just didn't know how to explain her relationship with Puck, despite them saying they were together… It was just... In truth, she herself was still trying to uncover what in the world it was… And if she even lov—

"Wait, in a sense as in you two are… umm that kind of partners?" Her dad asked, stopping Rachel of her train of thought.. Rachel blanked, unable to respond quickly to what her father—of all people—had just asked her.

"No, I assure you dad, Noah and I are in no way that kind of partners…" We just happen to make out a lot. Especially, when you and Daddy aren't home.

"Oh well, alright… Have fun at school." He walked away, awkwardly, heading to the master bedroom. Rachel groaned and knew that such words of hope was purely impossible. That and soon Daddy would be hounding her about her new friend.

Somehow, Rachel ended up in front of her door, ready to open it and walk over to the driveway, where Puck obviously was at. Great… Another out of body state. Shaking her head after making sure she had everything, she opened the door and walked out to Puck's truck, which happened to be waiting—surprisingly—patiently outside her house.

"Good morning, Noah." She greeted as she sat in the passenger's seat, after having to hop up five times before finally being able to climb in.

"Hey," He wasn't paying much attention, just staring at the wheel. Rachel cocked her head to one side and realized something was obviously wrong.

"Noah, are you alright?" Puck shrugged nonchalantly as a response and Rachel knew that it would be a while before he finally said anything.

"Well, we should probably go to school now…" He just nodded, started the car and they were off.

The drive to school was excruciatingly silent, too silent for Rachel. She wanted so badly to talk to him, to understand what had left him in such a state, but of course, she didn't. If anything was wrong, Rachel would have to wait.

This day is going to be far too long.

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Puck had another dream starring Rachel. The two had gone to school, arm in arm and Mr. Schuester had given them the lead to a song in Glee because they were the most good looking Jews in the school. It was a little weird, but hey, dream-Rachel had been so excited that they had trailed off to one of the empty classrooms to celebrate… And then, somehow, it turned into a nightmare.

Rachel was standing with a gang of football players and Cheerios surrounding her, and in each of their hands was a slushie. Puck wanted to shove them away, tell them to leave her alone, but his body didn't listen. He had no control of it.

"Hey Puckerman, want the first throw?" Someone asked, the group parted like the Red Sea to let him in front. Puck then realized that in his hand was a slushie as well. Grape-flavored.

He wanted to yell no, tell them to go fuck themselves. But he didn't. He felt his head nod an affirmative, and his legs move forward to a cowering Rachel, her hair covering her face.

Puck was mentally yelling at himself, what the fuck are you doing? This is Rachel! Fuck… Puckerman, this isn't you anymore. Stop, damn it!

The hand holding the slushie swung back slightly, ready to hit her with its icy contents. Puck's mind was yelling in protest, trying desperately to stop himself.

Right before the slushie hit her, Rachel looked at him, her brown eyes filled with hate and the two most horrible words came from her lips,

"Lima loser."

Puck woke up from that. He groaned and looked at his clock. It was three in the fucking morning at the time. Shaking off the dream—and nightmare—Puck went back to sleep for a good three more hours before his mother began to yell at him to awaken. Fucking school days…

He kept thinking about his dream, unable to shake off her words… And somehow in all his thinking, he had ended up in front of Rachel's house in his truck. Sighing, he put his head to the wheel and wished he would stop getting into these out of body states.

Closing his eyes, he tried to not think of his dream… But the damage was done. God… Why did making the right choices have to have so many side effects? Puck had given up his popularity for Rachel. He knew deep, way deep down, he truly cared for her. She made him feel better, and every minute they spent together was spent with good intentions. He didn't get the guilty feeling that he normally got with his friends after bullying someone—which he would never admit aloud to anyone that he actually felt kinda bad for shoving kids like Jacob Ben-Israel into dumpsters, although after yesterday's actions, Puck would gladly make Jacob Ben-Israel's dumpster diving, a tradition—and it was because Rachel wasn't like them. She was sweet, fucking hot and so very talented.

This just wasn't fucking fair. To Rachel, especially. Puck knew that his reason for joining Glee at first was to be with Quinn, because the chick had his fucking kid in her. But, it was Rachel that made him come back to the club. And Rachel didn't have his kid, she didn't have that popularity status that he normally went for, but she had something that no other girl he went for had, she had this belief that he, Noah Puckerman, could do anything and she would never give up on him. Rachel was the best girlfriend Puck ever had…

Wait… He realized that he had never… He had never really asked her to be his girlfriend… So fuck, what the hell does this make them? They did say they were together before, but he had never really, well asked her to a date… Damn it. Puck's head was hurting terribly, from all this deep thinking, it was just too much, even for him. Thankfully, Rachel had opened the passenger door and—after trying to get in, which normally Puck would laugh his ass off at—his head stopped hurting and he felt better, well physically. He lifted his head away from the steering wheel, thankfully she hadn't noticed.

She greeted him a nice good morning and Puck had responded with the usual hey. Of course, with her brains, Rachel saw through him and asked if he was alright.

And fuck, he sure as hell wasn't. But he just shrugged and she then finally suggested going to school. Puck couldn't speak, afraid to say anything that might end up her jumping out of the car and leaving him to be alone, so he just started the car and drove.

Fuck, it's gonna be a long day… Puck thought when the drive to the school finally ended. The ride from Rachel's house had been silent, and Puck felt awkward knowing that for once in his time with her, Rachel's mouth had stayed closed. It was just unsettling… Damn, after spending so much time with her, Puck was starting to say her language. Intellectual words….

"I'll see you later, Noah. Thank you for the ride…" She smiled, pecked him on the cheek and exited the vehicle. As soon as her presence left him, Puck's head started to hurt again. Thankfully, he had math class, so he could just go to the nurse's office and sleep off his troubles.

Puck exited his car and was about to shut the door when he spotted something hanging on the back of his seat. Grabbing it, he realized that in his daze of earlier, he had taken another set of clothes and stuffed it in his gym bag. Good call, Puckerman, he thought as he put it on his shoulder and shut the car door, locking it. He had never realized how much trouble that people like the old him had caused to people like Rachel. God… He was becoming a pansy, but in all due reality, he just had to accept it. Right?

After his nap in the nurse's office, which he ended up skipping his morning classes, Puck went to lunch. He gave himself a mental high five for the extra set of clothes after getting slushied in the face by an old team mate and went to the bathroom to change and get his Mohawk cleaned. Unfortunately, Puck didn't have Rachel's skill and ended up just dousing his head into cold water.

As he exited the bathroom, he noticed Rachel, Kurt, Tina, Mercedes and Artie near the lockers. He was about to walk over to them when he noticed another person, taller than anyone of them, within their group, standing in front of Kurt and Rachel, with the others behind the tall figure. Finn. Fuck, what now? It was bad enough that Finn had dropped Glee, but to be so bold as to be in Rachel's face. That shit wasn't going to just roll.

Then Puck noticed what Finn had in his hands. A slushie. Oh fucking shit. This was how Finn had to prove he was one of the guys again… Puck tensed up, ready to kick some ass if Finn threw that at Rachel.

However, he saw Finn hesitate, unable to choose what was right and what he was told to do, so he could avoid major ass kicking. Puck frowned, unsure of what Finn was thinking. It looked the dude was fucking embarrassed. And shit, Rachel was giving him the death glare. Oh fuck, she looked hot… Not now, Puckerman.

Puck watched as Rachel said something to Finn that made him falter, and splutter. And then, Kurt grabbed the slushie. Damn, maybe the kid's finally gonna show the humiliation that Kurt had gone through for years. Puck anticipated the throw, only to be shocked that Hummel actually threw the slushie to his own face. The whole group was surprised at his actions. Puck walked closer, finally able to hear the last words that Kurt said,

"Now get out of here, and take some to think whether any of your friends in the football would've done that for you." Finn blinked, and walked away. Puck could see the shock in his face, as Kurt yelled for a spa and the girls took him to the girls' room.

Puck just stood there, and then headed over to the only place he knew would help him think… The bleachers.

A/N: Well, that was my first time actually writing such a long chapter. Sorry for taking so long, I have no excuse for my actions. Except that I was busy. :/ Well, I hope you enjoyed this and please do review. Please?