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Puck knew it was a bad idea to look at old high school photos the second Quinn mentioned it. Still, he didn't say anything. For once because he didn't want to anger his girlfriend (that always ended bad - for him) and also because he thought it could maybe take a bit of this weirdness out and loosen up everything...

Wrong. So wrong! There were pictures of him and Rachel in Quinn's fucking album. Why did she have it anyway? They never talked about their past, let alone look at old pictures and videos. But here he was, sitting next to his girlfriend of 3 years, looking at a picture of him and his kinda-ex-girlfriend that sat two meters away from him. That alone wouldn't have been as bad if it had been Santana or, hell, even Zizes (even though Quinn would've run amok). But this was Rachel. She wasn't just his Ex-girlfriend. Shit, he wasn't even sure she ever really was his girlfriend in the first place! That week in sophomore year was nothing against what happened in their senior year (or at Kurt and Blaine's wedding). But whatever was going on between them back then, they hadn't been a couple.

"Have you heard of anyone else from Glee Club, Rachel?" Quinn suddenly asked and pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Not really... I still talk to Tina every few month on the phone and we try to visit each other at least twice a year, but it isn't that easy." Rachel explained and he tried his hardest not to stare at her to obvious. He just couldn't help it, she was just so... overwhelming. In the best way possible.

"Tina lives in Seattle, right?" Quinn asked. Finn had told them this piece of information a few months ago when he was back in Lima for a week, visiting his mom and Burt. Apparently he had it from Kurt, who had it from Mercedes, who had it from Brittany and Brittany... well, Puck wasn't so sure anymore, but it's safe to say he didn't really listen because, surprise, he didn't care. It seemed like he wasn't the only one who lost contact to nearly everyone; the others weren't that close either.

"Yeah! We actually went there together for the first time a year ago, but she immediately fell in love with the city and decided to go back again... and stay!" Rachel explained and Puck wondered what she had done in Seattle. It was a rainy, depressing city at the end of the world and not exactly a holiday destination.

"And she works there as a designer?" His girlfriend asked and he was already so bored with this conversation. He leaned back against the sofa and stared at the white ceiling. Granted, maybe he should show a little more interest in his former classmates lives, but it's not like they cared more about his life then he did about theirs. The only people he was genuinely interested in were Rachel and Mike. And Quinn, of course.

"Yeah well, she owns a small boutique with a friend there, but the clothes are rather... special. You know, there are a few normal shirts and pants and stuff like that, but they also make costumes for Halloween or Carnival and some really unique wedding dresses. It's a mixture out of everything, but they're pretty successful with it from what I know." Puck pictured a gloomy, little room with cobwebs, stuffed with Vampire costumes and black wedding dresses. He knew that this probably wasn't even close to what the store looked like in reality, but he still had this picture of the Goth-Tina from sophomore year in his head every time someone talked about her.

"Sounds... interesting." Quinn laughed. "We should visit her some time, Puck!" She looked at him and he had to force a smile. Visiting the chamber of horrors in Seattle? There were a few thousand things he'd rather do than that.

"I'd really like to see everyone again! I mean, Finn still comes around every Christmas and Mike and Puck go on their 'Men weekends' from time to time, but I haven't heard from Mercedes or Sam or even Santana in ages!" The blonde sighed. Who thought that one day she'd miss all of their Glee club friends, considering half of them never really were her friends in the first place and she always complained about them? He didn't.

"Oh my god, I know! We should plan a reunion!" Quinn suddenly blurted and gripped his tight excitedly.

Oh hell to the no!


"I'm so tired." Rachel yawned, climbed into her white four-poster bed and pulled the pink covers over her legs.

"No wonder, Twinkle, it's already midnight!" Cedric said softly as he unbuttoned his white button-down shirt and put it away neatly in his corner of Rachel's old wardrobe.

"God, how did it get this late..." She groaned and sunk deeper into the mattress. Originally, she had planned to leave somewhere around 9 pm so she and Cedric could talk some more with her dads or watch a movie... But then Quinn got the wonderful idea to invite all of their former classmates for a reunion and, of course, wanted to start with the planning right away. So that's how she found herself sitting on the brown fabric sofa for three more hours, writing down things Quinn dictated they had to do. She wasn't totally against the idea of a Glee Club reunion, it just could have waited another one or two years. Maybe five.

"Quinn likes to talk just as much as you, I guess." Her boyfriend chuckled and climbed under the covers next to her. "But I like her. She sure knows how to boss people around and sometimes she has this slightly arrogant look on her face, but overall she's really nice."

"Oh, as if you don't have this 'slightly arrogant look' Mister! I see it every time I visit you at the hospital and you're talking to one of your trainees, or wait, how do you call them? Clinic slaves!" Rachel huffed, half-ironically, and wrapped her arm around his waist.

"Hey, they just have to learn that working in a hospital is anything but easy! That's the first lesson and if they can't even handle that, then they should quit right away." He said quietly, not to wake her dads.

"Right. And I thought you just want someone to boss around!" Rachel countered as she drew small circles on his shaved chest.

"Well, it certainly has its appeal..." They both laughed and Cedric dropped a kiss on Rachel's head.

"And what do you think about Noah?" She asked after a while, not sure if it was a great idea to turn the attention to the boy she couldn't stop thinking of, even if she lay in bed next to her boyfriend. Did she feel guilty about it? Yes. Could she prevent it? No.

"He's alright. I mean, he didn't say a lot tonight, so I can hardly judge him, but he seems to be a bit... harsh. You know, the way he talks and what he says in general." Rachel knew exactly what he meant. She had thought the same when she first met Noah. Well, when he first threw a slushie in her face and she saw him laughing with his friends. But then Glee happened and the more she got to know him, the more he let her see his softer sides.

"Yeah, Noah can definitely be a little rough around the edges. But if you get to know him better, he is a really... lovely guy." Rachel had to stop herself before she said something else. Lovely wasn't the first word that came to her mind when she thought about Noah, but the first she could actually say to her boyfriend.

"I don't doubt that. You wouldn't have dated him if he was that much of an asshole as he wants people to think he is!"

For a second Rachel's heart stopped beating. Had he... did Cedric just... ? She turned her head around to face him. "What makes you think I dated him?"

"Well, the two of you looked really cosy on those pictures Quinn showed us tonight. And with all the things you've told me about him, I just figured you two had something going on at some point." Cedric shrugged. If he was uncomfortable with this conversation, he managed to hide it pretty well.

"We did. For like, a week in sophomore year. But he had feelings for Quinn, who was already pregnant at this point, so that was all..." Rachel turned around again, afraid that he could see in her eyes that she wasn't completely honest. They did date for a week in sophomore year, but that wasn't all. Not by a long shot.

"Well, at least I don't have to consider him as a rival then!" Cedric laughed and combed his fingers through her long, brown hair. Rachel just huffed, pecked him on the lips and switched off the lights.

As she lay in the dark she tried her hardest to shove the thought of Noah Puckerman as her boyfriend as far away from her as she possibly could. Without any success. It was already to late to act like Noah didn't exist, now that she had seen him again and even talked to him. But did that mean Cedric should consider Puck as a rival? Rachel just hoped the next two weeks would pass by really quickly so she could fly back to New York and continue with her normal life where Noah Puckerman didn't have a place in her mind at all.


"Puck, are you finally done?" Quinn called from their bedroom down the hall as he was drying the last cleaned dishes.

"Just a minute!" He shouted back. She had asked him to do the plates because, apparently, she was already so tired and she had cooked tonight and anyway, he should do more in this household and not just cry for food when he was home, yada yada yada... Yep, she was a little bit moody tonight. But instead of going to bed to actually get some rest, Quinn shouted something across the hall every few minutes, waiting until he was done to join her. She could have helped him with the washing up and they would've been way faster, but you know. She was so tired... Women!

"You already said that 10 minutes ago!" She replied in an annoyed tone. "Maybe you should do the washing-up more often so you'd learn how to do it faster!" In moments like this he was just thankful to live in a house instead of a tiny flat with thin walls and neighbors who'd call the police when their arguing got a little too loud. Which happened more and more often.

"And maybe you shouldn't keep me from doing it with your constant talking! I'm sure I'd be faster than too!" Puck shouted back, shoved the last plate in the cupboard and hung the towel over the cold heating to let it dry.

"Don't yell at me, Noah Puckerman!" He stocked for a moment. Quinn rarely used his real, first name! Only when she either was really pissed or frustrated with him. So it wasn't all that weird when his thoughts slipped to the tiny brunette that made his name sound so much better coming from her soft lips. Right?

"Puck! Are you done now?"

Jeez, he'd never get used to this.


"What did you think of Cedric?" Quinn suddenly asked as they were lying in bed together. Yes, he actually made it there before she came into the kitchen and pulled him into their bed by his balls.

"Dunno. I don't know a lot about him." He just mumbled. Well, maybe he would know more now if he had actually listened to what Cedric said without constantly thinking of the dudes girlfriend the whole night.

"I think he's really nice! And the way he talked about his job was just really impressive, don't you think? I mean, literally holding the live of another human being in your hands... I don't think I could do that. You?"

"Dunno." Puck answered again. Hopefully she'd get the hint and just drop the topic.

Or well, maybe she'd be Quinn and didn't.

"I was surprised to hear that he can't sing, though!" The blonde laughed. "I always expected Rachel to have some kind of Broadway-boyfriend who is at least half as talented as her. Someone like Jesse St. James, or even Finn." I'm way more talented than Finn, he thought. "But a blonde Cardiologist from Colorado? Not really what I had pictured."

"As long as she is happy." Puck replied. Uh huh, sure. That's all that matters. Keep lying to yourself.

"She seems to be, they make a really cute couple! And I guess opposites attract, otherwise I wouldn't be lying next to you right now!" Quinn said and moved closer to him to squeeze herself under his arm. Puck just hummed, switched off the little bedside lamp and kissed the top of Quinn's head.
Her shampoo didn't smell at all like the strawberry vanilla shampoo Rachel used since she was 17.


So this chapter was a bit shorter than the first two. Sorry for that!
But before you say anything: in the next two chapters you'll finally get some more Puckleberry action, so... get excited!
Like always: let me know what you think through a review and (hopefully) I'll see you soon!