Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. I've been trying to reply back to all of them but real life calls.

A lot of people want Puck and Rachel to get together sooner and I'm sorry to disappoint but it's not going to happen anytime soon. I've got several chapters pre-written and I haven't gotten around to adding Puckleberry yet. They will have a strong friendship coming to light in the next few chapters but anything romantic is going to take some time. Hopefully this doesn't make me lose any readers. Stick with me. It will happen and I'll try to make it worth the wait.


Hiram Berry was not a worried man. His daughter always told him everything that was on her mind. When she got her first period, she came straight to him because he was doctor and would know what was wrong with her. When she got her first crush, she sat both of her dad's down so she could tell them it was time for her to start noticing boys and she thought they should be informed. She came home one day after spending most of at the JCC to fill them in on the fact that Jacob Ben Israel liked her but she would rather not play with him anymore. His daughter told him everything so when she rushed into the house and ran straight up to her room after prom without even acknowledging her fathers who were sitting on the couch, waiting up for her, Hiram got worried.

"We should go talk to her." Hiram suggested. "She's obviously upset."

"I think we should leave her be." Stephen sighed. "She must not want to talk to us about it or she would have been back downstairs by now."

"What if that Hudson boy hurt her again?" Hiram asked. "I swear I will rip that boy's throat out if he touched her. You know what happens at prom?"

"Hiram." Stephen warned.

"I'm going to talk to her." Hiram said firmly and, much to his partner's dismay, he marched right up the stairs to knock softly on his only daughter's bedroom door. He smiled fondly on the large gold star planted right in the middle of the door. It had been there since she was four and no one planned on taking it down. "Sweetie… Rachel? Can I come in?"

Rachel wretched the door open, already changed out of her dress and into a set of sensible pajamas. Her cheeks were stained with tears and it took Hiram all he had not to turn and drive over to Finn Hudson's house to beat some sense into the boy.

"Daddy." Rachel threw her arms around her father's neck and clung to him for dear life. "I had a horrid night. I can't go to school Monday. I should just transfer. I can't face any of them anymore."

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?" Hiram smiled softly, glad his daughter wasn't in hysterics.

"You're right." She pulled away and nodded. "I've always been very theatric… just like you."

He led her over to sit on the edge of her canopy bed. "You want to talk about what has you so upset? Did Finn do something to make you cry? Did I tell you that he's not worth it?"

"Yes, you did." She nodded and then gnawed on her lip. "But it's not about Finn. It's… another boy."

"Another boy?" Hiram raised his eyebrows. "Well how many suitor's do you have, Bunny?"

Rachel blushed and then snorted. "He's not a suitor, Daddy. He doesn't really even know I exist. He spent the entire night dancing with me, wishing it was the beautiful blonde princess across the room, and then went home with the sexy girl everyone wishes they were." Her eyes fell to the floor.

"Bunny…" Hiram patted her knee. "If this boy chose to spend his night dancing with you then you must be pretty special."

"Didn't you hear me? He was pretending it was someone else." She shook her head. "I can't even be one guy's first choice. It's always Quinn. She has everything and I just thought that for one night… for one night I could have just a taste of what that would be like." She laughed bitterly. "But I guess that's too much to ask for."

"It's just high school, Bunny." He told her. "One small milestone before you get to what you really want. Broadway. You're not going to let some boy get in the way of that, are you?"

"Broadway." She smiled. "You're right, Daddy. I want Broadway. Not Finn or any other boy." She hugged her dad one last time. "Thanks. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Rachel." He kissed her forehead and shut her door quietly behind him after she was tucked in. He joined Stephen back downstairs, who was just getting into their bed. "She's okay now. Boy trouble again."

"Finn?" Stephen asked.

Hiram chuckled. "It's another boy."

"Another one?" Stephen raised his eyebrows. "How many of them are there?"

"Too many." Hiram mumbled before crawling into bed.


Rachel walked hesitantly into the school on Monday. She hadn't talk to anyone since Friday except for Kurt and Mercedes. She spotted Santana down the hallway and her stomach twisted when she saw that the Latina girl was talking to Puck. Rachel held her head high and walked straight to her locker, trying to ignore the fact that it was located no more than six lockers down from where Noah was standing.

"Hey, Rachel." Santana smiled over at her.

"Hello, Santana." Rachel replied coolly. "How was your weekend?"

"Same as it always is." Santana walked over to her. "Yours?"

"Uneventful." Rachel shut her locker a little too hard.

"Prom was pretty great, huh?' Santana smirked. "It's a good thing you decided to go with me or you would have missed out on a fuckload of fun."

Rachel snorted. "It's been nice talking with you." She stepped away. "Class starts in five minutes so I have to go." She rushed off, her heels stomping down the hallway.

"What's with Berry?" Puck asked.

"No idea." Santana shrugged. "Oh, before I forget. Thanks for Friday night. It was fun."

"For you maybe." Puck rolled his eyes. "I went down on you and you fell asleep before you could return the favor." He pouted slightly. "I had to rub one out in the shower while you drooled on my pillow."

Santana smirked. "Maybe I'll return the favor. Maybe."


"Prom was fun." Mercedes mentioned to Sam as they walked down the hallway together.

"It was." Sam agreed. "So uh, Mercedes…" He chuckled nervously. "Never mind." He turned on his heel and rushed off, leaving her to stare after him.

"Hey." Rachel fell into step beside Mercedes and all thoughts of Sam Evans were washed from the black girl's head when the smaller of the two started to talk. "I really liked you and Satan's performance at the prom. I really like ABBA and Dancing Queen was a great song choice."

"…Thanks." Mercedes was a little surprised by the compliment.

"Of course it wasn't the greatest vocal performance you've done, Mercedes, but I really enjoyed it." Rachel smiled over at Mercedes.

"I saw you dancing with Puckerman." Mercedes commented. "What happened after I got dropped off? Did he take you back to his room? Show you what you've been missing?" She teased.

"He took someone back to his house but it wasn't me." Rachel bit the words out. "I'm sure he and Santana had an excellent time."

"Woah, he took Lopez?"

"Yes." Rachel nodded. "It's only appropriate, I suppose. They both greatly enjoy sexual intercourse so it's only natural that they chose each other."

"There is nothing natural about that pairing." Mercedes shuddered.

"What's wrong with Santana and Puck being together?" Rachel asked.

"If you hadn't noticed, Santana's kind of…" Mercedes looked around to make sure no one was listening. "on the down low." She whispered the last part.

Rachel furrowed her brow and stammered. "I… I don't know what you're talking about."

"Let off, Rachel." Mercedes rolled her eyes.

Rachel sighed. "You can't tell anyone."

"Who would I tell?" Mercedes asked. "I only talk to you and Kurt. There's no way I'm telling Kurt, it'd be halfway around the school by now."

"Obviously she's not as lesbian as she thought or she wouldn't have engaged in intercourse with Noah." Rachel quipped sharply and then marched off, heading for her first class.


"Hello, Noah." Rachel walked into the choir room that afternoon, unusually late. "Santana." She nodded at the Latina girl who was seated right next to Puck.

Rachel held her head a little higher and took her chair in the front row. Her bright smile only faltered when Finn and Quinn walked into the room. Quinn was still glowing from her Prom Queen win and Rachel forced herself to look away.

"Hey, Rachel." Brittany sat down next to Rachel.

"Did you need something?" Rachel asked.

"Nope." Brittany replied but didn't move from her chair. "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"

Rachel raised her eyebrows. Shouldn't Brittany be sitting with Artie or Santana? Or anyone that isn't Rachel? "I-I guess." She shrugged. "But… why?"

"You smell nice today." Brittany smiled and actually leaned closer to sniff Rachel. "Strawberries."

"Oh… my shampoo." Rachel stammered. "I started to use a new shampoo last week. That must be what you smell."

So that's how Rachel ended up sitting beside Brittany during practice with the blonde running her fingers through the brown hair and telling Rachel how shiny it was. Rachel found it a little odd but she honestly didn't mind. It took her mind off of everyone else in the room.


"You wanna come over tonight?" Brittany asked, walking over to Santana.

"And why would I want to do that?" Santana questioned. "Is Artie too busy?"

"I… don't know what Artie's doing. I didn't ask him. I'm asking you." Brittany smiled brightly. "It'll be fun, San. It'll be me, you, and Lord Tubbington. We'll watch that movie you love. I caught my microwave on fire last week after I tried to bake a potato so we'll have to make that popcorn you do on the stove."

"Britt…" Santana sighed. "I already made plans for tonight. I can't drop them just because you decided I'm good enough to hang out with again."

"I've never said you weren't good enough." Brittany furrowed her brow.

"Like I said… I have plans. Puckerman and I are totally getting it on tonight." Santana quipped. "So why don't you go call Artie. I'm sure Wheels doesn't have anything to do. Go lead him on because I'm done being your second choice." She turned on her heel and stomped off, leaving a very confused blonde standing at her locker.


"What the fuck are you doing here, Lopez?" Puck asked, opening his front door to find Santana.

"Repaying the favor." She shrugged innocently, grabbing his hand and leading him up to his room. "Your mom is working late and I'm sure that your sister is asleep already."

"San." He groaned when she shut his bedroom door behind them. "As much as I love watching you go down on me… I'm really not in the mood tonight."

"Please." Santana rolled her eyes. "You're always in the mood, Puckerman."

She dropped to her knees and yanked on the button of his jeans, successfully getting them undone and then her hand was wrapped around him.

"Stop." Puck grabbed both of her elbows a little too hard and yanked her up to her feet. "I said to fucking quit it, Satan." He ground the words out.

"I knew it." Santana glared at him and he quickly fastened his jeans back. "You're an idiot, Puckerman. What's wrong? Am I not the right girl? Let me guess, if I was a certain blonde you'd be a little more willing to have my lips around you."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about?" Puck shoved past her.

"I see you looking at her in Glee." Santana shook her head. "You finally break up with Lauren and then you decide to go after the only girl that could possibly be worse for you." She laughed bitterly. "Did you learn nothing from last year? Quinn is not the girl for you."

"The fuck do you care?" He asked.

"Believe it or not, Puck, I care about you." She stepped towards him.

"Whatever." He glared at her. "Why don't you go be lesbian somewhere else?"

Santana stumbled back a step. "You… I told you in confidence."

"I didn't mean it like that." Puck ran his hand over his mohawk.

"I told you because I thought you were the one person that wouldn't throw it back in my face. You're just like the rest of them." She yanked his bedroom door open. "You make it sound like I have some disease."

"Santana." Puck sighed but she was already rushing out of his house, slamming his front door in the process.


Brittany was watching 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' when she heard someone knocking lightly on the front door. She called back to her parents that she would get it and then rushed over to the front door, Lord Tubbington in her hands. She had a hard time getting the door open but when she finally did, she was faced with Santana.

Santana offered Brittany a small smile. "Got any of that popcorn left?" She asked softly.