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Rachel Berry had succeeded the impossible it seemed. She mused about her day as she drove back to her house. Her dads still hadn't seen what she had done to her hair, or her attitude. She was thinking maybe she should take down the front around her dads. She bit her lip as she wondered if they were going to find out that she cut a couple classes with Noah Puckerman. They were going to freak out when they saw the boy she was dating. Since their previous relationship had only lasted a few days, she didn't even introduce him. She frowned deeper at that note; they were going to grill him like no other. People thought she was bad earlier about her critiquing their singing; they should see her dads critiquing possible candidates for people to date her. She shook her head; this negative thinking was going to stop. She was starting to grow up, and if that meant stepping on her dad's toes a little bit so be it.

She saw that both of her dads were home and she wondered what was going on. They were never home at the same time. She took a deep breath, and remembered the look on Jesse's face when she sang Chivas, and the day she had with Puck. That got her in a better mood once more, and she found her cool. She opened up her car door, and grabbed her backpack before heading into the house. She walked in, and headed into the kitchen to fix a snack. "Rachel…" she stopped in her tracks. That was the you're in trouble voice, but she rolled her shoulders back.

"Yes Dad?" she questioned, grabbing an apple from the refrigerator.

"The school called," her other Dad said in a calmer voice. "Is something going on with your friends at school?" he questioned softly. Rachel always talked to him when it came to problems at school; of course she embellished the truth about having tiffs with her friends. In reality, she really didn't have any friends of her own; not until today anyways. She just realized that she had always been lying to everyone; even the people who care most about her.

"Skipping classes is out of the question Rachel…no matter what happens you stick with school…"

"David," her other father, Alan said, pulling him aside. "You know how sensitive she can get…"

"And you two seriously need to get that I hear everything you two bicker about," Rachel replied in a cold tone.

"Rachel Barbra Berry," David started to growl.

"What?" she questioned, "So I cut a couple classes today, so what? I'm not the only teenager who has cut in the past,"

"So if people jumped off a bridge…"

"Oh don't even get me started on that," Rachel shot back, her voice cracking slightly. She coughed lightly and before she knew David's face was sour once more.

"Have you been taking care of your voice-,"

"David that's enough; this is only going to cause more yelling," he said, finally dragging his seething husband away from their daughter. Rachel let out a sigh, and felt herself rubbing her eyes. Tears were coming from them, and she couldn't take it. She put down the apple and walked up the stairs and into her room. She locked the door, and put a chair up against the door. She settled herself on her bed, and then pulled out her cell phone out of habit. There were a couple messages. She didn't recognize two of the numbers, but she saw Puck's number there. What are you doing right now? She looked down at her phone then towards her door.

She bit her lip, and she knew a part of him didn't want to be at this house. Nothing…why? She sent a text back, and then looked towards the other texts. The first one said, Hey Berry, there is a little get together going on, Puck probably already told you about it, but since it's at my place…just letting you know you're invited. She wondered what was going on. She looked at the next message and saw it was Brittany.

Its Santana, Brittany texted you. She doesn't tend to let people know who it is the first time. C u at the party. This was the first time that she had ever been invited to a party, and a part of her felt nervous. What if this was just some ploy to publicly humiliate her? She took a deep breath, and then found another text message from Puck.

Come outside. She wasn't going to argue with that, she just grabbed a heavier jacket considering it was much colder at night. She pulled the chair out and unlocked her door. She could still hear her dads fighting so she could sneak by them easily. She pulled on her jacket and snuck out the front door. Puck was there waiting in his truck. She walked over to his truck meeting with his grin. It deflated slightly when he saw the look on her face. She noticed the look and wiped her stray tears away. Thank god her face didn't puff out, or get red. "You ok Rache?" he questioned. She nodded her head, hoping he would just leave it at that. "Rachel…" he sighed, deciding it was time to let Noah out and hold back his asshole tendencies. "You aren't ok…" he whispered, as she got into the passenger seat. Before she could go crawling back into her shell, he leaned over and wrapped an arm around her. She never got this comfort from anyone except Alan when gave her comfort after a huge fight with other dad. Rachel wrapped her arms around him, burying her head into his chest. Rachel knew this was only going to last a moment, so she took it for all it was worth.

When she started to pull away, he snagged her closer once more. "What's wrong?" he questioned, running his hand down to the back of her neck. He massaged her neck, and felt her slowly relax.

"I…" she was going to open up about it, but she decided not to say anything.

"Its ok…" he murmured, "I'm not going to force you to open up," he sighed, "I know I wouldn't…at least not right away. Finn learned that the hard way when it came to me and opening up about my troubles at home. So…I've learned through my past mistakes, so I'm ready when you are ok?" he questioned. She nodded her head, "I was going to take you to a little party Brittany is throwing, but if you aren't up for it I can make an excuse and we can do something else," he offered, still rubbing her neck.

"It's alright," Rachel said, finally getting a hold of herself. "Thanks," she whispered in an appreciative voice. She felt his hands wipe away her tears, and his lips to her forehead. He smiled lightly, and kept her close once more. "So you said that there was some party going on?" she questioned.

He nodded his head, "Did you want to go?" he asked, rubbing her shoulder lightly, "We can do something else," he offered once more. It wasn't like Puck to do this, but he never got out of the shield he set up for himself very often so it was nice to not act "normal".

"No…I think I'm alright," she whispered, then she decided to say, "maybe next time?" she asked shyly.

"Sure babe," he said, a smirk coming onto his face. He reluctantly let her go, and restarted his truck. She buckled up, and pulled down the mirror. She saw her makeup was messed up. She wiped her face clean, and then reached out for Noah's hand. He lightly gripped it, and headed towards Brittany's house. "Last chance…" he said, as he slowed to a stop in front of her house.

"Lets go…" she said. He shrugged his shoulders and turned off his truck. As they got out of the car, She found Puck had embraced her once more; holding her together. She smiled and wondered what the party was going to be like. It seemed lower key than the parties she had seen in movies, and she found herself grateful for that. He knocked on the door, and saw some of the Cheerios and some of the football players that used to slushy her. Puck squeezed her shoulder, letting her know that everything was going to be okay.

"Hey Berry," Mike said; she wasn't used to people actually willingly talking to her. She knew that this was something that people did, so she smiled.

"Hey Mike," she said, as she and Puck passed him. Santana and Brittany were looking through movies; she was shocked. She was expecting drinking games, and possibly humiliating teens lower on the food chain. This wasn't what she was expecting. She then saw two people who must have been Brittany's parents. Things then made sense and she smiled relaxing slightly. Soon they went up the stairs, and found that there was some alcohol stashed around the house. She didn't say much, and she felt scared all of the sudden.

"Hey Rachel," Brittany said, "we were just picking out a movie to watch. The guys wanted to make a drinking game out of the corny things said in stupid action/romance movies,"

"I think they just meant movies in general, but they'd probably get more shots out of the gooey crap," Santana said to her friend. She found that drinking really lowered her standards on guys, so she wasn't really in the mood for a bad screw. Once they picked a movie, she saw that Matt, Mike, and Brittany had drinks, but she saw that Santana and Puck had no drinks at all. She saw him flash her a smile; he wasn't going to drink with his friends while she was there. This was a surprise to the rest of the group, but they didn't question it.

While they were drinking, Puck suddenly pulled Rachel away. As much fun as it was to see their friends getting drunk, he could tell that she was starting to get uncomfortable. "Is something wrong Noah?" she asked.

"Nope, was just thought you were getting uncomfortable," he remarked.

"I'm ok Noah really…you can have a drink if you want to…I don't mind," she said softly. He shook his head, and they went to the backyard. There was a hammock in the back, and he laid them down on it. "Its so weird…I didn't think people would be this nice…especially those who used to slushy me,"

"I…I guess I should have told you they were here," he said softly.

"I'm ok…really. Its just going to take some getting used to," she murmured. For a while they just sat like that, rocking back and forth on the hammock. She felt her phone vibrate and she pulled it out of her pocket. Her dads were throwing a fit about her going out without asking.

"Rache…" he whispered, "is everything alright?" he questioned, rubbing her shoulders lightly.

"Just my dad's throwing a diva fit," she murmured, ignoring the calls and text messages. "The glee club thinks that I throw bad diva fits, they should see my dad whenever they get upset about Dad putting out the wrong curtains," she sighed, and felt her boyfriend bring her in close.

"You don't have to go home tonight," he said, "sounds like you need a break from your Dads," he remarked. As great as that sounded, she knew that she should probably go home. She was about to say that, but then she heard him humming. She opened her mouth to protest, but he murmured, "Just relax," he commanded lightly. Soon she found herself calmed down, and she was getting drowsy. "Still wanting to go home?" he asked with a smirk on his face. She murmured something unintelligibly, and found herself burying her body close to his.

"Thanks Noah," she whispered sleepily. Tough girl act definitely went out the window when it was just the two of them, but she found that she didn't mind.

Santana had managed to pry Matt off of Brittany, and forced him to stay on the couch. "Oh come on San…she wants to…" he wined.

"Yeah, I'm sure she does," she snapped at him, "Bring it up again when you're both sober," she said, pushing him down on the couch. She turned towards Mike, and saw him frowning.

"Sorry babe," he murmured.

"Its ok, get some rest," she said, and then helped her fallen friend off the floor. "Brittany come on…you got to get up to your room," the drunk blonde tried to kiss her Latina friend, "Not now," she commanded lightly. Brittany frowned, and then it became questioning, "Is it me….or is Puck acting…nice?" she questioned. The Latina turned her head towards Puck and Rachel. He was being comforting, and not treating Rachel like some floozy.

"Yeah…Britt he is," Santana said, "Don't worry about it now," she said as she pushed her friend towards he room.

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