Happy Friday everyone! I bring you the gift of chapter 4.

First major props to my beta for holding my hand on the really scary parts of this ride. She's working just as hard as I am. Sorry for any mistakes that we may have let slipthrough the cracks but nobody is perfect.

Secondly thank soooooooo much for all the reviews. They keep a smile on my face and my fingers on the keyboard. Really I hit a wall while writing last night and got a review at 3 am that helped me push through it. So thank you for loving this family as much as I do.

Lastly some questions about the time line. As far as I'm concerned everything that has happened in the show so far has happened in this world. So that means all of season 1 and the first half of season 2.

Hope that clears some things up. Let's move on to the real reason why you're reading this...

This was the worst date night they've ever had. Puck had insisted on taking Rachel out for dinner so they could talk and have some alone time but he hadn't plan for the night to go like this. She was pissed.

Rachel slammed the door of the truck and stomped off to the house with out even waiting for her husband. This was worst than the time that stewardess had offered to make him a member of the mile high club right in front of her and the children on their trip to Disney World when they were seven. She stuck her keys in the door and swiftly opened it. She attempted to slam the door in his face but he caught it and walked in unaltered.

"Rach, come on you can't seriously be pissed at me. I didn't even do anything." He said while taking off his jacket and hanging it in the hall closet.

"You had sex with her didn't you?" She finally exploded now that they were in their own home and she could yell as loud as she wanted.

"Yeah... okay so maybe I did. But it was a long time ago it's not like I did that shit yesterday or anything." He told her.

"Ugh!" She said throwing her coat at him. He easily caught it and hung it up. "This was the worst date ever, Noah." She told him and she continued to storm into the house. "She flirted with you the whole night. She got my order completely wrong." Rachel stopped when she reached the family room and saw her son watching TV. "Caleb, go to your room please." She told him

"Aw man. Ben 10: Ultimate Alien is on," He said

"You heard your mother," Puck said "Wait…Ben 10 is a bad ass mother fucker. Record that shit to the DVR," Rachel rolled her eyes at her husband antics.

Caleb smiled as he hit the record button, turned off the TV, and made his exit.

As soon as he was out of sight Rachel continued her rant. "For goodness sakes she spilled your drink on your crotch so she could help you 'clean up'! And what did you do? You pretended not to notice." She threw a pillow at him

"Okay look she didn't get anywhere near the goods so I think we all dodged a bullet there. And so maybe she was my lab partner in freshman year of high school and maybe we did fool around a little bit so I could keep my A in the class. She wasn't even good. I was using her for the grade and as soon as I moved out of the class I dropped her okay?" He said sweetly as if this cleared the whole situation up.

"Nice one dad!" They heard from the staircase.

"Caleb,"

"Sorry,"

"Noah, this isn't about if she was good or not, this is about her throwing her self at you and you doing absolutely nothing about it."

"What! I didn't encourage that shit. She came on to me!"

Rachel stormed her way around the family room, picking up things and making them tidy while she continued to make her point. "But you didn't discourage her either! Gosh, why is this so hard for you to understand how I feel? Women throw themselves at you and you just let them!"

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Bitch slap them into next week, baby that's assault" He told her playfully.

"Ugh!" She said storming past him and making her way upstairs. She had every notion in her mind of locking herself in the bathroom and sleep there. Why could he not understand how things like that make her feel insecure? He's supposed to be telling her that she's the only one and not making jokes about her feelings. "You know for once I'd like to go to a place where someone you slept with wasn't in a five mile radius" She said as she stomped her way up the stairs.

"Well baby you know my history and I have to be honest. I don't think you could go anywhere on the continental US,"

"Ugh!" Rachel said and she took her shoe and threw it down at his head from the top of the steps. There it was; the shoe. When she got so upset that words escaped her and the only way to express her feelings was by throwing things; normally her shoes.

He easily dodged it and looked back at her chuckling. She's so hot when she mad. "You know I think there are some places in Canada and Europe would be off limits too."

Rachel glared down at him. She slipped off her other shoe and threw it down at his head. This one he wasn't ready for and the shoe hit him right on the side of his forehead.

"Ow. God Damn it! Son of a-" Puck said clapping a hand to his wound.

Rachel felt all of the anger drain from her body. She rushed down the stairs to help him; maternal instincts kicking in. "Oh honey I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

"No, I'm not okay. My crazy ass wife threw her shoe at me!" He said back to her while she tried to pull his hand away and access the damage for herself.

"Well, you normally dodge it." She told him in her own defence.

"You normally only throw one," He said back to her.

She finally got his hand away and saw that her heel had cause a gash in his head. It was bleeding pretty badly. "Oh gosh, it's bleeding, here sit down on the couch and I'll get the stuff to clean it up."

"It's all fun and games till someone throws a shoe" He mumbles as she leaves to get the first aid kit. She found it quickly, stopped by the kitchen to get a wet paper towel and made her way back to the living room.

When she came back she noticed him slumped down in the couch with his head tilted back. It looked like he was sleeping and panic sunk in. Maybe she hit him harder than she thought. "Noah! Noah? Wake up? Did I give you a concussion? Wake up! You can't fall asleep after a concussion. Oh God, should I call an ambulance?" She wondered looking for her phone. She stopped he she felt his hand reach out and grab hers pulling her to his lap.

"I don't have a concussion crazy. I just don't want to bleed all over the new couch and have you yell at me for it." He told her peeking his eyes open.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began cleaning his wound. All was quiet for moment. She was concentrating on her work he was concentrating on not looking like he was staring at her boobs until Rachel couldn't take the silence anymore. "I'm sorry." She said quietly.

"You should be. Now I have to go in and tell the guys I got into a huge fight with a guy twice my size." He told her playfully.

"No, Noah not about throwing the shoe." She paused "Well yes, about throwing the shoe, but I'm also sorry for starting a fight." She stopped her work and looked into his eyes.

His hands came up around her waist "Aw baby-"

"No," she told him. She had to get out what she was feeling. He wasn't going to take the blame this time. Here's the thing about their fights (well about their relationship period) 75% of the things that go wrong are his fault. They both know it.

So on those rare 25% occasions when something is actually her fault she refuses to let him take the blame. That's how they keep the delicate balance in their relationship. "It's just sometimes when I see these beautiful women throw themselves at you, I get- I don't know – insecure. And I know that's silly but in my mind, I understand that you've had a wide variety of sexual experience and even dating experience and I just don't see how I could compare. Sometimes I'm afraid you're getting bored of me, or of our family or the whole domesticated life as whole and I just love you so much that it drives me crazy to think that maybe somewhere out there someone else could make you happier." She said finally breaking down into tears. She hid her face in his chest so he wouldn't see.

It's not like this was the first time she's felt like this. Hell this wasn't even the first time they've had this argument. Every year or so one of them totally flips out and worries that the other will get up and leave one day.

"Baby, look at me." He told her and waited for her to sit up and look him in the eye before dropping a sweet kiss to her lips. "You're being stupid," he told her.

"Noah-"

"No, babe you really are being stupid. You really think I'd be happier out there with some random skank than with the beautiful mother of my children. Come on, babe you know me. They don't even hold a candle to you," He told her as he wipe the tears away from her cheeks. "You wanna know why I don't do anything when someone comes on to me? Because to me, whoever they are, they aren't even a blip on my radar. All I see is you. All I know is you and all I love is you. So stop being stupid," He said before leaning in and kissing her deeply.

She leaned into the kiss and slipped her tongue in his mouth. She was being stupid and she knew it. Of course he was happy with her. Their family may be a little dysfunctional but she wouldn't have it any other way. They were perfect to her. That was all that mattered. They were perfect and happy and in their world nothing could go wrong.

She shifted a bit so she can straddle his lap. Her dress rode up a bit but neither one of them was complaining. She pulled back a little and touched her forehead to his. "I love you," She whispered to him and felt him smile.

"You know you're kinda hot when you're being all jealous and stupid," He told her, giving her a peak on her lips a few times.

"And you're kinda hot when you're right."

"Babe please," He said looking her in the eye "I'm always hot."

She giggled and moved her hips a bit. "Let's have make up sex now" She concluded.

It's what they do. They fight. They make up. They laugh. They have sex. He chuckled as she attacked his neck and started unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled back only slightly. Since dinner had been such a disaster he had to try to get this out now.

"Actually, I have something I wanted to talk to you about."

Rachel paused to try to determine if he was serious or not. He never said no to sex especially make-up sex. "Is it more important than sex?" She asked running her tongue over his ear and biting his lobe. Who was she kidding, she was in the mood and when she wanted her man she got her man.

Puck sigh "God help me it is," He said trying to hold her hands from unbuttoning his shirt.

"Okay, I'll tell you what. How about I work on the sex part and you work on the talking part and we'll see who gets finished first." She said taking her hands back and undoing the last of his buttons. She opened his shirt and ran her hands down his abs biting her lips seductively before kissing his neck again and grinding down.

"Actually I wanted to talk about….oh God…..um….I was thinking about….Fuck Rach…" He said struggling for higher brain function. "I think you should take St. Douche's offer." He finally managed to blurted out.

That effectively stopped all movement. Rachel pulled back and looked at him. "What?"

"I called him today to find out what he was really offering and I'm gonna admit it sounded pretty damn good to me."

"Noah why would you-"

"Because you sure as hell didn't tell me anything about it and you made your decision without even talking to me."

"There was nothing to talk about," She said and tried to get up from his lap. His hands kept her in her place.

"Well I think there is. This offer…it sounds like the real deal Rach. And I think we should at least consider taking it."

Rachel folded her arms and looked away from him but he gently unfolded them and turned here face back to his. "Why did you say no? I mean I thought playing Maria was your dream."

"It was my dream, Noah, but I'm in no position to be considering-"

"Babe, I am loving your position right now," He said gesturing to the way she was straddling him. She laughed and buried her face in his chest.

"I mean it. I haven't done any work on the stage in such a tremendous amount of time. I can't just play Maria especially in a production of this size. I mean the Chicago Theater circuit is not a place for amateurs."

"Please you haven't got one amateur bone in your body." She went to argue but he cut her off. "Look, so you haven't danced in a few years. You can pick that shit back up. You've still got a fucking amazing voice and when to comes to acting if you can stomach being in the same room as St. Fucktard and not want to punch him in the face. I think you're pretty much covered. Don't give up on your dream so easily." He told her while rubbing circles on her exposed thighs.

"I'm too old" she whispered to him.

"Fuck that. Somebody Menzel was in her thirty's when she stared in thatplay about the sad green chick. And Kristin what's-her-name was forty when she did some other important shit on Broadway. I know, I googled that shit" He told her proudly.

She stared at him for a few moments trying to gauge his reasoning "What about my other responsibilities? I can't just abandon them."

"Like what?" He challenged

"Like my voice lessons, the Children's Theater Thanksgiving production and Glee club?"

"Look we can cover you" He said easily. Rachel just arched her eye brow to him "Caleb can take over your voice lessons. I mean come on Rach it's a bunch of ten year olds that want to be the next Britney Spears. I think he can handle them." She sighed in defeat. "Sarah's always helping you with the Children's Theater anyway, so she can just take that over. It's not like it has to be an Academy Award winning production anyway. Just slap some cute costumes on the little mouth breathers, stick them on the stage and their parents are happy."

"I'm glad to see what you really think of my work. What about Glee huh? We got to Nationals last year. It's not as easy as 'slapping some costumes on the mouth breathers and sticking them on the stage' Noah, Glee actually requires work and guidance. I really think-"

"I'll take over Glee" He said with out thinking.

"What? You can't take over Glee club"

"Yes I can. I was in the club for 3 years I'm sure I can handle them until you get back. I'll even call in backup to help me if I need it. Face it Rach. You don't have any excuse not to take this deal."

"Why do you want me to take this so badly?" She said placing both hands behind his neck.

"Well because I once knew a girl who used to put a gold star behind signing her name. In fact she put gold stars everywhere; they were kind of her thing. You see the stars were a metaphor or some shit for her one day being a star and metaphors are important." He told her playfully before turning serious. "I'm already living my dream baby. I've got everything that I've ever wanted right here in my hands. It's time for you to go after yours," She let a small smile grace her lips as few tears spilled out of her eyes. "Besides how are you gonna tell the kids to go after their dreams if you never went after yours."

She leaned in and hugged herself to his chest again. This time she failed to try control her tears. "Are we really doing this?" She asked.

"Yeah, babe we're doing this" He said into her hair.

"I'm scared," She whispered.

"I know you are but that's the fun part about being an adult. You still do the thing that scares the shit out of you."

She laughed at his logic. He was right. She needed to do this. This part of her has been on hold for so long that she almost forgot it was there. If she was ever going to do it, now was the time; time to stand tall and go after what she's wanted for so long. Only…"Noah this is going to be hard. I mean not only on me but on you and the kids. How are we going to get through this?"

He shrugged "We just are. The way I see it, getting married at nineteen was hard and we did that. Trying to get two degrees with a newborn was hard and we worked that shit out just find. Feeding two kids and paying the rent was hard but somehow we did it. Just like we're gonna do this. We're not bitching out cause it's hard," He told her before pulling her lips down to his for a lingering kiss. His hands found their way up her thighs again and started heading to the promise land. "You still in the mood for that make-up sex?"

She shook her head no and almost laughed at the pout on his fact. She decided to put him out of his misery "I'm in the mood for thank-you sex," she said with a small smile.

"Thank you sex is so much hotter than make-up sex," He said as he reached for her zipper and she started unbuckling his belt. They heard a noise from the kitchen that made them both freeze.

"Oh gross! Did you guys make me leave just so you can have sex on the couch?" They heard their son shout from the kitchen.

"Good Night Caleb!" They said in unison.

"Wrap it up. I don't want another brother or sister," He said as he made his way upstairs.

They decided to tell the children the next night; Thursday nights are always game nights. Rachel had been making them do this for a long time now. Some shit about quality family time and a nurturing environment. All he knew that was losers had to make breakfast Saturday mornings for the winners and he hasn't made a Saturday morning breakfast in almost 3 years.

His secret was to play to his partner's strength. The kids called it cheating that he and Rachel always got each other for partners and then kick their asses. So they made rule that every week they had to switch partners. He knew how to work everyone to his advantage. Sarah was a whiz at Scrabble and Scattergories. Caleb could wipe the floor with anyone at Spades, Hearts and Poker. And he and Rach were like a well oiled machine when it came to Charades, Taboo and Catch Phrase.

Yup game nights always held the best memories for them and he figured tonight would be the same. One slight miscalculation was telling the kids before they stared the games.

"What the HELL man? Way to be a Benedict Arnold" Caleb blurted out

"You're kidding right. You're not actually letting mom go with that St. Fuckface guy are you?" Sarah asked her dad.

"Yeah, traitor you're supposed to be on our side," Caleb said.

"Look," He said to his kids defensively "I hate the guy as much-if not more -than you guys do. But just cause he's a Fuck face son of a bitch doesn't mean that his offer isn't good and your mom shouldn't take it."

They were quiet and glaring at him. Rachel was upstairs packing while he broke the news to the kids. He knew they might act like this and he didn't want their negativity to bring her down. She'd been happy and excited about the opportunity and he was going to do whatever he could to keep it that way.

"This is complete and utter bullshit." Sarah said finally "You know he's just gonna try something with her right."

"Yeah why don't you just stab mom in the back while your at it. Et tu Brutus?" Caleb yelled. Puck looked at his son confused.

"Brutus betrayed Caesar by stabbing him in the back" Sarah explained .

"Look, your mom's a big girl and she can handle her own." He told them. They both gave him looks that suggested that they believed otherwise.

"What about all the shit she has going on here; is she just gonna cancel Glee and shit so she can run of and be famous?" Caleb asked. He was beyond pissed. One thing dad always taught him was to protect his family. Yeah, they may fight and argue but his family was the most important thing. How the hell was he suppose to protect it if it was four hours away.

"Well I'm gonna take over Glee club." He told them

"You," Sarah said snorting

"Yeah me, what you don't think I can do that shit?"

She shrugged. "What about the other stuff; voice lessons, and Children's Theater. Is that shit just not important anymore?"

"Yea it's important." He told them getting fed up with their attitude. I mean seriously. "We're all gonna help mom out with her shit okay. Caleb you'll take over voice lessons and Sarah you'll take over full time at the Theater."

"What?"

"Hell No!"

"Yeah I got better shit to do than-"

"Babysit some spoiled, tone deaf-"

"-snot nose brats."

"Okay, you know what I'm getting pretty fucking ticked at way you guys are acting. And right now I'm kinda ashamed of you." He said to them. That caught there attention "Your mom has sacrificed and dedicated her whole life to you kids and now when she's finally got a chance to do something to truly make her happy you guys are turning your backs on her. That's some fucked up shit man and I thought you two were better than that."

Caleb and Sarah both bowed their heads in shame. When Dad spoke to them like this it always cut like a knife. They knew he right. If mom needed their help she should get it with out question.

Sarah looked up at Caleb and they had one of their unspoken conversations. For now they lost the battle but they'd make a plan to turn this shit around whether dad was gonna help or not. No way could mom run off with St. Fuckface. Not if they had anything to do with it. They'd accept defeat for now but this war is far from over.

Rachel chose that moment to enter the tense family room. She looked to Noah hesitantly expecting the reaction from her children. He grabbed her with one arm and kissed her forehead. "So who's ready for game night?" She said cheerfully.

Sarah was the first to scowl "I'm not really in the mood for game night anymore," She said while getting up from the couch and throwing the pillow back down.

"Yeah me either," Caleb added dejectedly. Just cause they were excepting defect didn't mean they had to do it graciously. They both headed to the exit.

Rachel looked at Puck who just glared at his kids. "Hey! I don't give a shit if you're in mood or not. It's fucking game night. So get your asses back here, pick up a fucking scrabble tile holder and pretend for one second that you're a bunch of teens that give flying fuck about what you're parents say and not be the bitching spoiled brats you are now."

They sat back down and the game went on as planned. Caleb scored the first few points with the works 'sucks'. Sarah soon followed up with 'Betrayal'. Puck tried to earn points with 'self-centered' but it was an invalid word. Rachel broke the tension and anger by spelling out one word on the board 'Family'.

Now was not the time for them to be turning on each other. Right now they needed each other more than ever. She knew they were upset with one another but something had to be done.

"You know let me make sure this word is valid and check the scrabble dictionary," She said glancing around at all of them daring them to tell her no. She grabbed the dictionary and proceeded to read the definition out loud "Family: a group of persons related by blood or marriage," well that was anti-climatic and it certainly wouldn't do for making them realize that they all been acting like idiots. So she made up the rest "…who care, respect and love one another so deeply that they would make any sacrifice to protect each other. A family is one of the strongest units known to man and the members look past one another's flaws to cherish the person within. A well-built family is able to endure any hardships that come their way through love and trust."

Rachel just gave a verbal bitch slap to the whole family and they all felt the sting of shame. They were stunned silent basically feeling the same thing, guilt. This was going to be one of their last game nights as a family and they were wasting it being pissed at each other. Puck was the first to break the ice.

"No fucking way the scrabble dictionary says all that." They all chuckled

Sarah added on "Yeah mom you were doing good till you got all PBS after-school special on us at the end." She leaned in and gave her mom a hug.

"So…who wants to play some Mario cart?" Caleb asked hesitantly

They all jumped up and abandoned the scrabble game from hell. The rest of the night the Puckerman family enjoyed their game night and one of the last times they'd get to all be together in the next couple months.

And needless to say Puck won.

I'm sorry I'm breaking up the happy family but it will get better I promise.

In the mean time though I need some help. Since Puck is taking over Glee club I need ideas for a song he would pick for them. Remember this is Puck so the song has to be totally badass. Just send me a PM or a review with your ideas.

Thanks again for all of the support. Chapter Five is being checked right now and will be up tomorrow. Please don't forget to review. It brings a smile to my face.

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