The first time Rachel ever laid eyes on Noah Puckerman he was standing on the other side of the Council hall and they were about five years old. She was standing with her Daddy, holding onto his hand while her father was talking to Harmony's mom.
His arms were crossed and he was staring into space. Rachel noticed his eyes were a bright green like the leaves in the forest outside of town. She was fascinated by the color.
The second time was about a month after her Daddy had been killed. Some boy had said she was an abomination against God and that was why her Daddy had been killed. She had lost it and started hitting the boy.
Ms. Owens walked her to the principal's office and it took her a minute to realize someone was beside her. It was the boy with green eyes. He had a black eye and liked a little rough around the edges, nothing like the boys she was used to.
The third time she saw him was in sixth grade math class. The woman must have been new to town for her to sit them so close to each other. She noticed that he frowned a lot during that time and she would usually whisper something after looking at what he was working on. It earned her a lot of smiles from the boy.
A month into sixth grade she was being sent away by her father because she had started to act out and had nearly killed Harmony when the girl had called her a traitor to her kind. She was sent to the middle of nowhere for training and programming. She was gone for three years.
The next time she saw the boy with green eyes she was on door duty for the Council and a blond boy had almost knocked her over. She had looked up and noticed the green eyed boy was watching her. She didn't want to be here; she wasn't trained for politeness or for dealing with civilian problems.
Music shut the world out and helped her to hear her own thoughts not those that had been drilled into her head. She had finished her job and snuck out the back to release some stress. She never expected for someone to come out least of all an Alpha with a mohawk and green eyes she had dreamed about.
Talking to him and noticing that he didn't care she was a Hunter made her feel something she hadn't in a long time. He had introduced himself and Rachel couldn't help but noticed his eyes lightened as he talked.
She was never afraid to break the laws even before she left but now she was above them as enforcer of the Council. She didn't mind talking to the Werewolves. Samuel Evans made it even easier because of their project.
The spent hours in the library asking each other questions about their pack or group when they were supposed to be working on writing their essay in spanish. Sam made her smile and laugh. It was still Noah she dreamed about; Sam had told her Puck's real name was Noah Puckerman.
She'd never admit to anyone ever she hated seeing Puck with girls and seeing him with Quinn hurt more than anything. She couldn't figure out why she felt like this for a boy she's only said a few words to.
She hated that in Junior year the feeling got even worse. Sam said they were talking arranged marriage for Puck. She watched the boy a lot and Blaine had even figured it out but she had blackmailed him because he had a thing for Kurt who happened to be a Werewolf.
Jesse and Brody were nothing to her; she had tried to entertain herself with them but found herself wanting to kill them. They treated her like a princess and that's not what she wanted. They were always right behind her asking if she needed anything and she was tired of it. Que the party and getting drunk enough to have sex with the one person she was never meant to touch unless it was killing him.
Four months later her father catches her throwing up and crying. Rachel never cried and her father put two and two together and got pregnant. He was so excited and kept going on about the future and how happy he was. She never thought he would tell everyone so soon but still asked for it to be just between them for now.
He father had lied to her. He told the whole town and she was glad she refused to go to the Council meeting. She didn't need the questions and the looks. She had wandered into the woods behind her house not paying attention to where she was going or how far she had walked. She didn't even notice walking into a clearing until she heard a voice yell Fuck.
She watched as Puck paced and then as he hit the tree. She winced and knew he had figured it out. She was a Hunter about to have a pup. She should have felt disgusted with herself but couldn't, all she felt was queasy.
He asked her if it was his. He was the first one to ask her that the rest had just assumed. Rachel told Puck the truth and felt defeated when he said he wouldn't walk away from his child. She knew better but she had hoped; it would had made it so much easier well until people realized that the child had werewolf tendencies.
Their child would be killed and so would they. In over 500 years the laws hadn't been broken like this. There was a fight coming.
