A/N – Sorry I didn't update sooner! I have had so much to do with school and filling out applications for high school I haven't gotten the chance to write and on top of that I had extreme writers block. Anyways I decided in honor of Puck back on glee last week so half of this chapter will be in his pov. Also thank you so much for all the feedback I feel so loved!

Rachel's Point Of View!

I was frozen, I couldn't move, and for the first time in my life I was speechless. It was like my whole body went into electric shock of something.

"Rachel, are you ok?" Brittany asked staring at me. Suddenly I flooded back to reality.

" I-I-I don't know." I couldn't form the words I wanted to say. It was like my brain abruptly stopped working all together. I just wanted to break down and cry my heart out. Just sit down and cry until there were no more tears left, then never talk to Finn again! But I wasn't in the comfort of my own house, I was at Noah's.

"Brittany, could you excuse me for just a moment? I have to use the restroom." And with that, I got off the couch and moved my way though a crowd of drunken Neanderthals and out the back door. No one was outside...perfect. As I sat down on the cold porch I couldn't hold in anymore, I broke down and cried.

I had to be frozen there balling my eyes out for at least 15 minutes. What was I going to do? I couldn't run away, that never helps. Switch schools maybe? Or just move to New York now. Get out of this god forsaken town and start over, finish high school there and then go to NYU the next year. Yeah, that could work out…

Puck's Point Of View!

"OK …Yeah alright… I'll be right back. I need some air guys."

God! Now-a-days these chicks are always hanging around me. I guess that's the price I pay for being a badass. Wow these Lima Losers need to get a life. Hey, hey, hey who is the leggie brunette hanging out on my deck? I don't recognize this hottie from school. Then again when am I ever at school?' I thought as I opened the back door- WHAT THE?

"Berry?" I asked walking towards the small brunette. She didn't answer, she just kept crying.

I stood there feeling like an ass so I told her, "Rach, if you don't tell me what going on I'm going to get Finn out here." My goal was to make her laugh but instead she just cried harder, which I didn't think was possible. Never underestimate Rachel Berry. And all my attempts to make her feel better just ended with more crying, and I'm not good around crying women. But don't tell anyone that 'cause they'll think im a little pansy. Then it came to me….

- Show quoted text -

"Hands, touchin hands

Reachin out

Touchin me

Touchin you

Sweet caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I've been inclined

To believe they never would

But now I

Look at the night

And it don't seem so lonely

We fill it up with only two

And when I hurt

Hurtin runs off my shoulders

How can I hurt when I'm with you

Warm, touchin warm

Reachin out

Touchin me

Touchin you

Sweet caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I've been inclined

To believe they never would

Oh, no, no

Sweet caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I've been inclined

I believed they never could

Sweet caroline"

I sang softly to her. And believe it or not, she stopped crying. That was actually smart of me. I knew how much she loved that song, and it was one of my favorites, too.

"Noah?" Rachel asked wiping her eyes, "why are you out here?" I looked at her, confused.

"I mean, the biggest party of the year is going on and you're sitting on a cold deck with a crying and heartbroken girl?"

"Well," I started. Wait, did she just day heartbroken? What did Finn do now? She didn't find out, did she?

"You're my friend now, and friends are there for each other always, and so I'm going to be there for you. Now tell me why you're outside crying?" She took a deep breath before starting to talk…

Glee!

Finn. I should have known he was a no good piece of shit! I can't believe he crushed her like that. She was so venerable, so delicate. Like if you said the wrong word she would break into a million pieces.

"Hey Rachel," I asked "How about I'll take you back to your house and we'll watch that movie you like so much. What's it called…Chicago?" she slowly stood up holding on to her waist with one arm.

"Come here." I said with open arms. She stumbled into them and started sobbing again. God, how much longer could I take crying women?