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AN: Again, I can not tell you how amazing you guys are! Your reviews and alerts make my day. Read, review, let me know what you think. Good, bad, I promise I won't get mad. Here is chapter 4, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it.

Chapter 4

Kurt stood beside Rachel at her locker, once again giving her the third degree.

"Rachel, come on. This is me, Kurt, fellow diva, bff. There is no way that you gave me all the details." He huffed and leaned back against the lockers as Rachel reapplied her lip gloss in the locker mirror.

"Kurt," she said exasperated, turning towards him, "I swear. There is nothing else to tell. There might have been." She smiled, "But, you interrupted."

"Girl, you are out shining the sun this morning." he said smiling back at her.

Suddenly Rachel stiffened and her smile fell. Kurt turned to see Puck walking towards them as if he were on a mission, slushie in hand.

"I knew it was too good to be true." Rachel mumbled, shutting her eyes waiting for the inevitable icy goodness to slide down her face.

Puck walked confidently down the hall towards Rachel. Target acquired. He had to make sure that she understood that there was a natural order to things. He, Noah Puckerman, was king of the jungle, while she, Rachel Berry was snack food. His arm tensed as he drew back ready to let the slushie fly.

"Shit!" He turned at the last second and slammed the slushie into the garbage can, purple ice splashing across the flap, and just kept walking.

Kurt and Rachel both opened their eyes and sighed.

"Somebody was having a bipolar moment" Kurt said turning back to Rachel.

Rachel could feel the tears burning at the back of her eyes and she could feel a lump forming in her throat. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat, plastered on her best fake smile and stammered "It's to be expected. I'm fine. I just thought…thought that maybe…"

"I know." Kurt said comfortingly and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go." He said leading the way towards her first class.

Rachel stood in the door way of her class and saw Puck smirk at her. She straightened her back, lifted her head and walked through the door. This was going to be a long day.


Puck walked into the lunchroom to see all of the Glee club members huddled around Rachel. Typically he sat with the jocks and Cheerios, but he was curious as to what was being said over there.

As he walked closer he could hear Mercedes saying, "Crazy white boy! Who does he think he is? I could kick his ass if you want."

"No. While I appreciate your concern and your willingness to perform physical violence, it is I that am the crazy one to think that he actually liked me." Rachel said sadly.

"But…" Mercedes was cut off by Artie clearing his throat and nodding his head towards Puck.

"Well, well. What do we have here? He asked sliding onto the bench next to Rachel.

Rachel shifted towards Kurt who was beside her and ignored Puck. "How is your duet coming along?" Rachel asked Mercedes.

Giving one last cutting look at Puck she brightened and started to talk about the costumes she was designing for the performance.

Puck half listened and when Mercedes asked about her duet he threw his arm around Rachel's shoulders and said, "We rock, right Rachel?"

Rachel stiffened at his touch and tried to shrug off his arm which really started to irritate him. She hadn't minded him touching her the other day.

"Right." Rachel said and stood, excusing herself from the table.

Everyone watched her leave then turned back to stare at Puck.

"What? He asked indignantly. "I didn't actually throw it on her."

The gleeks continued to stare and Kurt started to speak, but Puck stood up and cut him off. "Fine, I'll go talk to her."

Puck knew there were only two places that she could be, in the music room, where they held Glee meetings, or in the auditorium. Since he didn't see her still flouncing down the hall he figured it was the auditorium.

Puck opened the door to the auditorium, gently closing it so as not to announce his presence just yet. Rachel was already on stage belting out Avril Lavigne's, My Happy Ending, pouring herself into it.

Rachel gave her all to the song and wiped away the single tear that rolled down her cheek. She didn't understand why she was so upset. She knew not to expect anything more from him. He was a jerk. Everyone knew he was a jerk. She just needed to get her head on straight and everything could go back to normal. He could go back to being the bad boy he pretended to be, and she could go back to being the girl he gave a slushie facial to, at least once a week.

Puck took a seat in the back of the room in the shadows, listening to her inner struggle through the sound of her voice. Then he saw her wipe away a tear and his gut tightened. He didn't want her to cry. He didn't want to hurt her at all. It killed him to know that she was hurting this bad over something that he had done. Maybe he should have just thrown the slushie in her face, he'd bought grape, her favorite flavor. Maybe if he had done it, she wouldn't be this torn now. He really hated moments like this, the ones that tested his badassness.

When she finished the song he stood up and walked down the aisle. Her eyes followed him as he walked up the stairs to the stage. She was too emotionally drained, having put everything into her performance, to argue. He stopped inches from her and she said on a sigh, "What do you want Puck?"

"I'm sorry." He said and pulled her into a hug. She didn't fight it; she just wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. She needed a hug right now. It didn't matter that it was coming from the person who caused her pain.

"I can't promise to be something I'm not" he said matter of factly.

"I know." She whispered and started to pull away.

"But, I can try." He said kissing the top of her head.