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Rachel gave Sam a small wave and unlocked her door. She closed the door to her apartment and leaned against the door. The short brunette gave a happy sighed thinking back to how amazing her date had gone. She was brought back to reality when her phone rang.

Incoming Call from UNKNOWN…..

"Hello?" Rachel didn't know who would be calling her this late.

"Hi, is this Rachel Berry? We have a friend of yours here, and he's pretty intoxicated. He doesn't seem to have a ride, and won't let us call a cab. Do you think you could come pick him up?" A friend of mine, that's a he? Rachel thought about who it could be.

"Excuse me; could you give me a name?" Rachel asked politely.

"Uh, his ID says, Noah Puckerman?" Noah? Is he okay? I have to go. Rachel had many thoughts running through her head. She may have been mad at him at the moment, but she still cared about him.

"Keep an eye on him, I'll be right there." Rachel quickly wrote down the address the bartender told her, and got in her car and drove to the bar.

*AT THE BAR*

Rachel walked in and scanned the room for Noah. She finally found him basically passed out on the bar, and ran to him.

"Noah, Noah, look at me, it's Rachel." She tried to wake him up. He opened his eyes, and looked at her.

"Rachel? What arrre you doooingg herrrre?" Puck slurred his words. Rachel tried to get him up, but failed miserably.

"I got a call. Let me call Sam, he can help get you home." Puck suddenly got angry at the mention of Sam's name. He knew he was drunk and he couldn't control himself, if he saw Sam and Rachel together, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"NO! D-Don't call Sssam!" Rachel put her phone down, and looked at him curiously.

"Why can't I call Sam?" Rachel raised an eyebrow in question.

"He's the reason I'm like this. I don't need him here. Just help me get home, please." Rachel looked into his eyes, and saw something she hadn't seen in years, vulnerability. Something was going on between him and Sam, and she didn't want a fight to go down. Taking him home was out of the question, so she did the only thing she could think of, "Come on, I'll take you back to my place." She held her hand out.

Puck looked up at her, is she seriously inviting me to her place? He thought to himself. He took her hand and she led him back to her car.

When they arrived back at Rachel's house, she had to wake him up again. She led him inside, and let him sit on the couch. She went to the kitchen to get him some water.

"Here drink this" She handed him the bottle of water. He took it from her and drank.

"Thanks. For all this. I really didn't feel like goin' home and facin' Sam." Puck shrugged.

"What's up with you guys anyway? He didn't seem too mad at you." Rachel sat next to him, and looked into his eyes.

"That's because he's not." Puck chuckled dryly. "It's more of a one-sided thing, and in he's defense, he didn't do anything wrong." Rachel's eyebrows creased in confusion. Puck took this as a sign to keep going. "He kind of took something of mine, well it was never mine per say." Puck gave a sad smile.

"What was this thing he took?" Rachel hadn't seen this side of Puck in a long time. She had barely noticed she had been calling him Noah all night. Maybe that was because this is the Noah she remembered, the Noah she had a crush on. He had put aside this 'badass' outer layer, and inside he was vulnerable, and kind. When she noticed that he hadn't answered yet and was still looking down, she put a finger on his chin and turned his head so he was looking in her eyes.

Puck looked into her eyes before gently placing his lips on her's. At first she hesitated, but after a second, she started to kiss back. The kiss was chaste and sweet, it represented the side of Puck she was seeing tonight, Noah.

As the realization hit him he pulled away. Rachel looked a little disappointed, but she registered what was going on and decided it was for the best. She hopped up and cleared her throat. "I'll let you get some sleep." She quickly skipped upstairs.

"You." Puck finally managed to say, but it was too late. He took out the pillow and blanket she had left him and tried to get some sleep.

*NEXT MORNING*

Rachel woke up in the arms of Noah Puckerman. She sighed, remembering the events of last night. She had been trying to fall asleep when she heard the faint sounds of vomiting coming from downstairs, so she ran down. Rachel took care of him all night and eventually invited him to sleep in her bed, since there was an attached bathroom. By that point though, Noah had been feeling better, so they spent the rest of the night cuddling. The brunette slowly tried getting out of his grasp, careful not to wake him up.

Puck woke up in an empty bed. He was in cuddling position, with no one to cuddle, although he knew who had been there. He smiled thinking back to last night, she had been so caring and gentle, and he didn't think he'd ever been so happy just cuddling with a girl. He tried to sit up, only to be blinded by the sun. He groaned in pain. His head was pounding, although at this point he was pretty used to it. Puck looked at the night stand; on it were a Tylenol and a glass of water.

At the sound of footsteps, Rachel turned to see Noah coming down the stairs. "How are you feeling?" Rachel smiled.

"Like I got hit with a truck, but thanks for the painkillers." Noah smiled back. "What are you making?" He looked over at the stove.

"Pancakes. Here, drink this." She handed him a cup of coffee. Rachel put the pancakes into a plate and put them on the table in front of him. She got her own vegan pancakes and they began eating.

After many awkward, silent moments, Noah spoke up, "We need to talk about what happened last night." Rachel almost choked on her coffee. She smiled innocently at him.

"Noah, nothing happened. You were in need of a friend, and I was more than happy to help." She looked back down.

"I meant the kiss, Rachel." She looked at him with wide eyes. It wasn't that she didn't remember, because not only had she remembered, she had spent all night thinking about it. The reason she was surprised was because he had remembered, Rachel had spent all night convincing herself that it was because he was intoxicated.

"I'm with Sam." Was all Rachel could say. She was afraid that if she kept talking, that she would tell him how much she had enjoyed it, how she barely slept because of it, or how much she wanted to do it again. Rachel looked up at him and saw the hurt in his face.

"Are you seriously going to stay with him? Rachel please give me a chance." Noah pleaded.

"Noah-I"

"I may have been tanked, but I meant everything. Rachel I really like you. Please." Rachel was speechless. He had finally done it; he had left Rachel Berry speechless. Before she could say anything though, Noah cupped her face and crashed his lips onto her's. She didn't even bother fighting it, she melted into the kiss. Rachel felt her knees go weak when he put his arms on her waist. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck. They jumped apart at the sound of the doorbell. Rachel cleared her throat and straightened her skirt before answering the door.

"Sam." Rachel gasped.

Okay so, the story turned out a little different than I thought. Start of Puckleberry!

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