The song is "Colors" by Barcelona. Give it a listen if you'd like, it's a favourite of mine. I sort of imagined an acoustic version of the song. Based around the episode of "I do". Also to clear up confusion, I know that Puck moved back from LA but I sort of imagine him wandering a bit; maybe performing in bars or just sort of roaming instead of just settling back into his Mom's house.

Enjoy!

He adjusted the mic in front of him as he settled more comfortably onto his stool. Clearing his throat, he squinted against the harsh stage lighting. The dingy bar was full to capacity but he couldn't see a single face. He was taking a risk, singing this song in a bar just outside of Lima. The odds were pretty good, or bad depending on how you look at it, that someone he knew was in that crowd.

"My name's Noah." He told the room, the use of his first name instead of his last an unconscious decision. "I used to live around here."

He was quietly tuning his guitar as he spoke to the bar.

"I came back for a bit to attend the wedding of an old teacher. Things were a bit crazy, I felt inspired. This one's new, maybe a bit rough but I hope you'll like it."

His fingers began to strum a tune that he'd already etched in his heart. He hummed lowly as he played the intro through a few times. It was hard to stay in the present; the moments that had inspired the song kept pulling him away.

Puck leaned against the wall, invisible it would seem as the girls gossiped just feet from him. She looked good. No, she looked fucking perfect. What a stupid shade of pink for her to wear, but she owned it exactly the way she owned everything she wore. She looked different, clearly experimenting with her look. He missed her knee socks if he was being honest.

"Do not sleep with him Berry." Mercedes scolded when Rachel had finished gushing alternately about Finn and Brody. "Your life is in New York now, and we both know that Finn's isn't."

Puck tuned out the words of Rachel's rebuttal, instead focusing on her beautiful mouth. His eyes trailed over her tanned cheeks and over her long hair. A warm-blooded male, his gaze naturally lingered on the cloth-covered areas that he was so fond of.

She twitched as though she could feel his eyes on her. She paused and glanced around before finally catching sight of him leaning casually against the wall. He hid a smirk as she excused herself from Mercedes and strode over to him.

"Hello Noah!" She breathed out happily, stepping into his arms and accepting a kiss on the cheek.

He held her just a fraction too long but she didn't seem to notice or mind. When he released her she remained close and gazed up at him fondly.

"You look very handsome tonight Noah." She told him, her eyes dropping to his chest as she straightened his tie.

His own eyes closed for a fraction of a moment as he felt her fingers adjusting the flimsy swath of material. She smelled incredible; an intoxicating mixture of her usual cocoa body butter and a new burnt almond shampoo. He cleared his throat and took a half-step back as her eyes rose once more to meet his.

"You look fucking gorgeous Rach. New York looks good on you." His words were confident even though his heart stuttered as a blush colored her cheeks. "I miss the knee socks though."

She brushed some hair behind her ear with one hand and smoothed out her dress with the other. He still had the old effect on her it would seem. His smirk turned into a wide smile as she bit her lip lightly.

"Thank you Noah."

"It's hard for me to say what I want from You, I have had 22 years of trying to form the words that somehow might mean I am feeling"

"I'm sort of living with him right now. I decided to take the plunge."

He nodded as she wrung her hands unconsciously. She didn't love the guy, he was sure of it. He hadn't seen her with Finn yet but he was sure that his friend wouldn't allow her to leave without making some grand gesture.

She was chewing that damn lip again and he was finding himself sufficiently distracted.

"So many colors in this distraction, Brown hair makes her lips more red. Words would not describe what I'm seeing, I try to hold my tongue but it's useless."

"You really do look great Rach." The words were past his lips before he could stop them. She'd still been yammering on about Brody and his timing could not have been more awkward.

"So do you Noah." Her brown eyes were wide as she smiled up at him. The air around them became charged as they held each other's gaze. Music flared in the other room and Rachel looked away. "I should really get back in there." Her words were an apology as she turned her back on him and hurried away.

He was starting to wonder how many times he could watch her run away from him.

"She makes my heart scream color. I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa. And every sense I have has been exhausted, but color makes her smile."

"He's dating a sophomore?" Rachel's tone was colored with disbelief as Kurt gossiped to her at the next table.

Once more it would seem he was completely fucking invisible.

"Yeah, she's really nasty too. Think early Quinn and Santana." Kurt announced, eyeing Kitty who was talking to Ryder across the room.

"I'm sure he has a reason for dating her." Rachel replied. "Sure, she's a bit young but-"

He didn't hear the rest. He got to his feet and stalked over to where Kitty was standing. He pulled her onto the dance floor and did his absolute best to enjoy himself.

"She's always waiting for me to speak, but all she hears is whitest noise. Though I may not communicate my heart, She knows the color I'm screaming."

Their eyes connect briefly as she dances with Finn and Puck with Kitty. She smiles brightly at him but his mouth refuses to lift. Finn's hands are all over her and Puck's having a hard time remaining in the room. Rachel's smile disappears slowly and her eyebrows start to furrow. Her eyes are searching his face, seeking something. His jaw clenches and with effort he turns his back on her and twirls Kitty to a patch of floor further away. As he dances he does his very best not to remember the color of her cheeks earlier.

"She makes my heart scream color. I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa. And every sense I have has been exhausted, nut color makes her smile"

Of course she caught the fucking bouquet. Who else would catch it? He knew that realistically everyone at this damn shindig was too young to get married but seriously, why did it have to be her? He could practically hear the stupid speech that Finn was writing in his head as Rachel sniffed the colorful bouquet.

I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming, I feel it coming

Finn's eyes were all over her as she smiled and giggled with the girls surrounding her. Puck's fists clenched as she turned and smiled at his friend.

I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming on, on, on

Their voices blended together and filled the building. He could still feel the sexual tension between the two of them with his back turned. He'd done his very best to not be within twenty feet of the two of them for the last hour. He knew just what kind of crap Finn fed her when he followed her out of the hall after the bouquet toss. He'd bet the words destiny and endgame had been used and Finn had probably pulled out a corny metaphor or ten.

She should be smarter. She should have learned by now. He could hear it though, in her voice that she hadn't. She'd leave with Finn tonight, her boyfriend in New York and Puck himself, be damned.

"I need a drink." He muttered to Kitty as he stalked away from her. The look on his face stopped the bartender short as he began to ask for his ID.

"On the house, man."

Puck grunted his thanks to the bartender before downing the contents of his glass in one gulp.

"Whoa, she makes my heart scream color, I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa. And every sense I have has been exhausted, but color makes her smile."

His fingers gripped the tumbler tightly and he gasped as a knuckle popped. He'd watched several couples run from the room like the horny teenagers they were in the last two minutes. He'd done his very best not to notice the pink dress and black tux among that group. A hand clapped his shoulder as Sam Evans settled beside him at the bar.

Puck glanced over at him as he motioned for another drink. Sam's eyes were understanding as he asked for a drink of his own. The two of them sat in silence for a while as the party died down round them. He didn't want pity and thankfully Sammy knew it. The silence was more soothing than the alcohol pumping through his system.

Sam drained the last of his drink and thanked the bartender. He gave Puck a sad smile and shrugged before leaving to find Brittany.

"You had enough yet?" The bartender wondered.

Had he had enough yet? What a perfectly complicated question.

"Yeah." He threw a tip on the bar as he rose to his feet. "I'm fucking done." For now.

"Yeah, she makes my heart scream color, She should have found me out, whoa, whoa. And every sense I have has been exhausted, but color makes her smile."

They met in the foyer on his way out. Her walk of shame halted momentarily as the two of them stood there, staring at each other. Her hair was damp with sweat and her skin was still flushed. She was taking in his drunk, miserable state as he was assessing the evidence of her affair. Her mouth opened as if to excuse her behavior and he just couldn't deal with it. He shook his head and walked past her towards the door without a word. She was stunned for a moment but quickly caught up to him as he walked out of the hotel.

"Noah, I-"Her words faltered as his feet stopped moving. "I-"

The irrational anger was bubbling up within him and he lost control for a moment as he spun on her. "You what, Rachel? You're a big girl. If you want to bed hop between your ex and the guy you're living with, do us both a favor and don't try to justify it."

She recoiled against his harsh words and her mouth twisted in anger as her eyes filled. "You're judging me? You're dating a child!" She snarled and he almost smiled at the irony of her judging her replacement.

Kitty was a pain in the ass. He didn't particularly enjoy her company but the process of making her come undone helped him forget about Rachel, even if only for an hour at a time. She was also nothing like the seething Brunette in front of him and that helped. A lot.

"Who I date is none of your fucking business Princess. I don't want to hear about your shit and I won't tell you about mine." His jaw clenched around the toxic words that were fighting to escape.

"Why are you being like this?" She demanded.

The anger was instantly replaced by exhaustion. He gave her a sad half smile and sighed. "If you haven't figured it out by now, you're never going to."

Her mouth snapped shut. He stared at her beautiful, stunned face for a moment more before turning and walking away without another word.

She'd called him several times the next day, and a few times every day since.

He hadn't felt like answering.

"She should have found me out."

His fingers stilled on the strings of his guitar and he sat back and listened to the applause and whistles of the crowd. He flashed a false smirk before standing and striding offstage.

Blaine whistled through his teeth and shared a glance with Sam. Sam was shaking his head as he picked at the peanuts on the table in front of him.

"Kurt's been sure that they're secretly in love with each other but I guess I've been a bit oblivious to it all." Blaine yelled over the whining of the next singer.

Sam shrugged and took a sip of his soda. Blaine noticed Puck walking towards them with his guitar and raised a hand to call him over. Sam quickly grabbed his arm and turned his back to hide them from Puck's notice. Blaine watched in confusion as his friend stalked out of the building.

"Why did-?"

"He's been in love with her forever. And how many people do you think he's told about it? This was private. He wouldn't have liked to know we were here." Sam insisted.

Blaine contemplated his best friend's words and nodded. He grabbed his coat and followed Sam out into the parking lot.

"I won't say anything."

Sam nodded and the two of them drove back to Lima, both humming the tune that Puck had penned about the girl he loved the most.

I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!