Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor anything to do with it. I just like to play with the storyline.

"So my Jewish American Princess, what'll it be? Truth or Dare?" Noah quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

For a moment, she looked deep in thought. Suddenly she screamed out "Truth!" in his face.

"Jesus fuck Rach! Alright, no need to yell at me!" He wriggled his finger in his ear dramatically and muttered a "Damn" so low she didn't hear. He mulled over a few questions in his head before deciding on one.

"Okay, how many people have you made out with?" he asked, although he had a pretty good idea of the number. Every head turned to Rachel, who looked deep in thought.

"15!" She cheered proudly and clapped a little.

That definitely was not the number Puck had in mind. What the fuck? "Who?" he blurted out.

"Nuh uh! That wasn't part of the question! I don't have to answer you!" she sang out. Figuring it was her turn to ask somebody now, she turned to Santana. "So Sanny, truth or dare?"

There was an immediate response. "Dare, bitch."

"Ooooh, risky. Okay. I dare you to… pick Noah's nose!" she giggled.

"Fuck you Berry! No me gusta!" Santana screeched, while Noah also protested beside her.

"You have to! If not, you have to do something worse!"

"Ugh. Fine. Kill me now. THIS DOES NOT leave this room! ¿Comprende?" They all nodded vigorously. She slowly turned to Puck, who had a look of disgust on his face.

"Get it over with Lopez, or we will never hear the end of it," he spat.

Quickly, she poked her finger up his nose, barely inside and pulled it back out and ran to the bathroom connected to Rachel's bedroom. They could hear the water running and shouts of "Culos" and "Me van a matar por esta " in angry Spanish. After a few minutes, she returned to the bedroom and sat down, not saying a word.

"Santanaaaaaa! Pick someone!" Rachel insisted after the Latina settled in.

Scowling, Santana turned towards Sam. "Puffy lips, truth or dare?"

Wide eyed, Sam's immediate response was "Truth" and then regretted it a minute later.

The Latina grinned and turned to Rachel, winking. "So Trouty, what are your feelings on Berry's new look?"

Sam quickly looked over to Rachel, who was staring at him with wide eyes. She had on tight short black shorts, a bright neon green tank top that had ridden up a bit and he could see another couple of piercings of hers. Her hips and bellybutton. Add in her bright pink and purple hair, and she was practically his wet dream. Her long as fuck legs were crossed as she leaned back against her bed that was behind the two of them. Gulping, he turned back to Santana.

"Uh- um…I- mmmm… fuck." He barely got out. Shaking his head, he looked at Rachel and smiled. "Well,I think she looks fucking amazing either way."

"Ugh, enough with the mushy shit lady lips," Santana complained. "Sam, it's your turn."

"O-okay. Uh, Puckerman, pick one," he all but stuttered out.

"Dare, asswipe."

"Alright, alright… I dare you to switch clothes with Santana." Immediately he was seeing a very irate Latina in his face, once again.

"NO! This uniform does not stretch! And Puckerman's clothes, they smell like Berry and sex. No." she crossed her arms and shook her head. Puck, well he was in agreement with her.

"No fuckin' way dude. Puckasaurus does not do chicks clothes," he stated.

Rachel finally broke her silence by a burst of giggles. She leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. "Do it Noah, and I'll let you fuck me later," then licked his ear before moving back to her spot. He gives her a cold look, not forgetting she was just dry humping Sam before he and Santana walked into the room.

"Whatever," he spat. He got up and stormed out of the room. Santana looked from Rachel to Sam and shook her head.

"I'll follow him, see ya later Berry and lady lips."

By now, Rachel's high had worn off. She felt slightly bad about Noah and what he had walked in on. She thought the two of them were only fooling around, being the person to itch that scratch that needed to be taken care of. I hope he isn't getting feelings for me. Fuck!

Her and Sam had been sitting in silence for about ten minutes before he broke it.

"Um Rachel? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, worried. This was the longest he had gone while knowing Rachel for her to be silent.

"Huh?" She shook her head. "No Sammy, you did nothing wrong. I did though, and I need to fix it. Um, I need to go see Noah…" she hinted.

He under stood, and got up to leave. "Rach?" he asked.

She looked up from her place on the floor, eyes wide. "Yeah?" her voice quiet.

Sam took a deep breath before looking at her. "I…like you. And I know you're going through some stuff right now, and you've got… Whatever that is with Puck going on, but I just want you to know that." He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. It was quiet, and he couldn't take it. "I'm just gonna go, I'll see you at school if you show up," he turned and walked out of her room and then out of the house.

Rachel stayed in her room for an hour before deciding she couldn't stall anymore with Noah. They needed to talk and then she had to figure out her feelings for Sam. She knew she liked him, who couldn't? But Noah had always been there for her. He was her best friend. Even when the whole school, including the glee club thought he wasn't a friend to her, he was. Probably the only friend she had.

Since Noah lived only down the road, she walked to his house, not seeing Santana's car in the drive. Maybe he's cooled off then, she hoped.

Slowly, she walked up the steps to his front door and knocked. After a minute, it opened to reveal a very disheveled Noah Puckerman.

A/N: So... sorry it took a while for this chapter. I got stuck and I've been busy with work. I'll try and get the next one out faster.