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A/N: I'm sorry for my mistakes...again. I just don't have time to go over what I wrote. Anyways, thanks to the people who reviewed my story. But, I really need feed back. I know I'm doing something wrong, and I need your help to make me be an improved author. So, please? Once you read the chapter, give me some advice? It's appreciated :)

On with the story...

Two weeks ago. It's been two weeks since she left without a trace but the small promise ring that is probably in the garbage or sold on eBay. She wouldn't be surprised if he threw it away. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if he burned the ring. For all she knows, he's probably burning everything that reminds himself of her. He probably moved out too. And you know what's worse? She never would have thought these things about Puck. And this just comes to show that he is who he is... Puck. She expects all these things with Puck and just because Noah was left to grieve about his daughter in peace. Isolated from the world and throwing Puck at whoever tried to help him. And unfortunately, Rachel was one of Puck's victims.

His mother tried to reach out to him and comfort her baby boy, but he simply ignored her phone calls and deleting her e-mails. Puck knew she couldn't afford to take a plane to New York, so he took that as an advantage to hurt her. And he did, no matter what Rachel did he wouldn't give in. His guards are up, and she fell down trying to climb over it. And he was the tyrant that stood there and laughed. That's when she waved the white flag she only took out after Finn and her mother. She just stopped.

She didn't give up because deep inside her, she knew she still had hope for him. No matter how many times he hurt her. She still has hope. For him, for Beth, for Finn— even for Shelby! The one person who abandoned her. She can't wish someone to just rot in hell and that they deserved it. She isn't like that. And sometimes she hates it. She wants to hate someone for the longest period of time, but she just can't. Her soul won't let her. Because she believes in the saying, "Don't regret what once made you smile." And everyone she knew made her smile at least once. Even Santana, the day she stood up for Kurt. She just can't. It's one of the things beyond her control.

She looks up at the laptop where she's staring at her Facebook info. The one questioning about her relationship status. It currently says "In a relationship" with the name "Noah Puckerman" on the bottom. She has to make it official everywhere. She can't keep doing this, and if she leaves it at "In a relationship", he'll think she just needed time to breathe. She can't tell him because it hurts too much and she'll probably start bawling right then and there. So the only other choice she has is to prove it. It might seem a little too cowardly and stupid to be ending their relationship through Facebook, but what else can she do?

She just hopes Puck won't come and ruin her plan. She's smart enough to know that Noah Puckerman is one stubborn, determined, scary bad boy. She didn't know what to expect and that scared her to no end. He could say mean things to her on Facebook, text, e-mail, or even in person! Or, he could do something much worse and take the pictures she sent him of her either half or completely naked and post it online. He can maybe even rub his relationships in her face and— she wouldn't be able to handle it. She would literally crumble to the floor and try to grasp her heart that's slowing turning into ashes after everyone branded it with permanent images, sayings, and memories. Some of them good, most of them bad.

She closes her eyes tight once she feels the faint feeling of water behind her eye lids. Why did end like this? She just wanted to be the Princess to cure his injuries after a long war. And all he did was he took of his helmet and whacked her with it, taking his sword and limping away. Okay... maybe not whacked her, but verbally, it was like he was repeatedly stabbing her.

Every time he came home late.

Every time he left saying he's going to Santana's to "blow off some steam."

Every time he would yell at her and accuse her of being a bitch.

Every single moment with Puck since the Beth incident was a painful stab to the chest. And that's enough to kill an army, that's how much she was hurting.

She moved her mouse to the box right next to "Relationship Status" and clicked on the box, looking at the scroll of words that came out from "Single" to "In a domestic partnership." She moved her mouth down a little to "Single", and clicked it with shaking hands. She moved the page down and saved the changes she made.

Rachel Berry went from being "in a relationship" to "single."

Puck stepped out of his car and shoved his keys in his pocket as he shut the car door. He knew something bad was going to happen. In other words, it's going to be pretty messy. But Puck can't take it. The house feels so empty, so cold, so... alone. He comes back from work every day expecting to see Rachel cooking her non-meat lasagna, or cleaning the living room just to be reminded that she's gone once he steps into the house. It's frustrating, it really is. It's like you forget that she's gone for half of the day, and realize she is the other half. He even cooked dinner once originally made for one, but there was enough food for two. That's how bad it is. And it sucks.

Puck walks up the steps, thinking if he'll die after an hour or five minutes. Who knows? Maybe the second he's seen he'll be attacked and stabbed to death. But it's worth a try, because right now he's losing hope. Well, the little hope he has once he read on Facebook that Rachel berry is now "single and ready to mingle." That saying he used to say every day, but now that she's saying it makes him want to kill every guy in the world just so no one can woo their way through her heart. He's so possessive with her; he could be a K-9 protecting their babies. He knows he has no right, but it's a habit he's had for six years and it's not going away any time soon.

He knocks three times on the metal door; the faded numbers on the door making him think it says 47 instead of 42. He shoves his hands in his pockets and rock back and forth on the heel of his shoes, hearing the footsteps of the one person who is brave enough to claw his eyes out without a second thought.

He hears the door unlock and open, revealing the man he really doesn't want to confront. He gives him this icy, cold glare that he's seen only twice in his life. And that's rare for twenty-four years of life.

"Hey there, man." Puck says, not too cold, but not too smooth or happy either.

He can see his knuckles grip the doorknob as if he's restraining himself from attacking. "Puckerman,"

Puck doesn't smile, nor frown. He's just... plain. "You haven't changed since the last time I saw you, Chang."

"I should say the same for you since the last time I saw Puck he was shagging up a girl he met at the bar." Mike responded, sarcasm and hatred visible in his voice. Puck has a straight face, but inside he's fuming and planning murder. "What do you want, Puck?"

Puck does not like this little tough attitude that Mike's putting up, and Puck's blaming him if this encounter gets bloody. "If you let me in instead of freezing my ass out here, that would be most appreciated." Puck snapped back, feeling the cool air of the late September breeze.

Mike hesitated, obviously thinking it through until he pushed the door wider, giving Puck enough space to step into Mike's apartment he shared with his roommate, Luke. The last Puck was here was a month ago when he was in a fight with Rachel and Santana was in Lima with her parents for vacation. Mike told him to stop treating Rachel like a piece of nail that keeps bugging you and biting it until it's weak enough to pull it out. Puck just laughed at his comparison and told him a simple, yet meaningful, "Whatever happens between Rachel and me is what it's meant to be."

Puck walked into the living room, but in reality he wants to run up the stair and into every room in the house to see if Rachel was there. He needs closure, besides the hate obvious in the air. It's not the same without her. It's different, and it's not exactly a welcoming feeling. It's his like did a whole 180 and he couldn't be more lost.

Mike walked into the living room and sat down on the wooden chair from his kitchen, and stared at Puck with a confused and heated glare. "I asked once, I'll ask again. What are you doing here? Last time I saw, you weren't welcomed."

"Last time I checked, I never got an invitation." Puck snapped back.

Mike scoffed. "Because you weren't invited."

Puck took a deep breath, and after he felt his heart calm down from his fury, he spoke again. "I don't give a shit, okay? I'm not even here for you."

"If you're here for Rachel, you got the wrong person to fill you in after you treated her." Mike said, and proceeded to lead Puck to the door but Puck stood up and stepped away from him.

"It wasn't my intention to hurt her. Why don't you guys understand that, huh? How do you expect me to react after Beth? Ecstatic? Okay? Fucking happy? Tell me, how should I react? After finding out the one little girl I desperately wanted to be with doesn't want anything to do with me—her father!" Puck yelled out, having been fed up with everyone saying he has no reason to be acting like he is. He has a damn reason, for fucks sake! His daughter wants nothing to do with him when all he wanted was to hold her and be a part of her life.

Mike stands up and gets in his face real fast. "Yeah, I get it Puck. But why take your anger out on Rachel, huh? Did she take Beth away? Did she? No! She didn't! Instead, she tried to help you and all you did was hurt her. She doesn't deserve what you did and said to her. No one does, but she was unfortunately one of them. You hurt her. And now? She's trying to get herself together. And I think you should back off for now."

Puck shook his head, and looked at Mike straight in the eyes. "You don't know how much I love her. Because right now, I sacrificed my life into coming into this house just to see if she's here. I just need to talk to her."

Mike stood back and walked towards the door. "I said it once, I'll say it again. You got the wrong person." Mike chuckled coldly. "Hey, how was that red-head in the club you took to your car the day right after Rachel left?"

Puck flared his nostrils. "I was drunk, and I stopped before it went too far."

Mike laughed bitterly again, and Puck knew Mike wouldn't believe him. "This is why I despise you, Puck. Rachel doesn't need this. And apparently, you don't either. I do feel bad about the whole Beth thing, but didn't you ever think that Rachel might have known more about that stuff than both of us combined? She was adopted and correct me if I'm wrong, she didn't want anything to do with her mother in the first place either."

Puck grabbed the strip of hair on his head in frustration. "Rachel's situation is different than mine! Shelby gave her up. I didn't want to give Beth up, Quinn did. It was all Quinn's idea and I couldn't do anything but agree with her. It takes two to take care of a kid, and I didn't have the money to support me and her at the same time."

Mike looked at him, not with the heated glare but still a little dread in them. "I'm sorry Puck, but there's really nothing you can do. With Beth, Rachel— only time will tell." Mike walked up to him and clamped a hand on his shoulder. "I don't hate you Puck, but you need time to yourself. Away from all this. I'd say two, maybe three weeks."

Puck sighed. "I was scared to come here because in reality, I don't want to see Rachel. I still kinda hate her, but I just needed to know if she's okay. I may not want to see her, but I have to know its fine between us." Puck rubbed his neck. "I-I think I do need time. I need time to think all this through and get my mind back on track. Everything just came so fast and the things I said weren't a solution."

Mike grabbed a beer from the fridge and passed it to Puck. "Take it easy, man." Mike grabbed another beer and cracked it open. "Y'know, there's a game on Saturday, me and Lucas are going over there with a couple of friends, you should come with us, it's a start, isn't it?"

Puck nodded. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks man, I mean it. For a second I thought you were gonna rip my head off my body. I know how tight you and Rachel are. You guys are like brothers and sisters."

Mike sipped his beer and plopped himself on the couch. "Well, speaking of sisters. How's Bekah doing? Heard she's finishing college."

A/N: Short, but next chapter we get to see the two meet up. Oh-la-la. Also, review, please. I need feedback. Thank you again guys, really.