AN: Hey everyone! I'm back! I hope your enjoying the story so far. Thanks to all my readers for sticking with me so far and don't forget to review. Also feel free to give me your input or any ideas you might have for the story. I'll try to fit them in accordingly. Anyways here is the next chapter!

When glee rehearsal ended, Kurt voiced the question the rest of the glee club had been thinking. "Why wasn't Miss Diva at rehearsal today?" He asked loudly. "It's not like her, in fact, I don't even remember he ever missing a day of school in her entire life!"

The others murmured in agreement except Puck, who was trying his hardest to get the fuck out of there and to his truck as quickly as possible. He brushed by Kurt roughly as he was making his way out of the room.

"Well hold on there, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mohawked." Kurt drawled out. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Puck cringed, "Can it Beyoncé. I don't have to explain myself to you."

"Well, well no need to get defensive." Kurt answered him as he crossed his arms over his chest and turned his back on the muscle-bound jock. "If I didn't know any better," He called over his shoulder. "I'd say you knew something about Miss Berry that the rest of us do not."

Puck narrowed his eyes dangerously. He was not in the mood to deal with this crap. "I don't know shit about, Crazy." He spit at him so viciously that the fashionable soprano took a step back.

Puck didn't give him a chance to answer as he stormed out. He didn't want to deal with Kurt's questioning and he definitely didn't want to talk about Berry. He'd only see her when she'd been crying in the choir room. He didn't know anything else about why she was upset and he wasn't going to dwell on it. Why should he? He didn't care about her before. Even when they dated for a week, they'd been in love with other people. Quinn was the one he wanted. She was the mother of his child. They were supposed to be together, right? If that was the case then why did his thoughts keep drifting back to Berry?

As soon as Rachel saw Puck outside the choir room she froze. This was not how she wanted anyone to find her, especially Puck. Whenever she felt the icy sting of a slushie on her face she would turn on her heel, head held high, off to clean up. She prided herself in being able to never show weakness or vulnerability to her tormentors. Now, she was standing in front of him at her weakest point.

He visibly tensed when he saw her but then relaxed and his expressed changed to one that looked bored and slightly annoyed. She'd seen that look before, countless times actually. When they had dated for a week early in the year he'd had the same expression whenever she tried to have an actual conversation. In fact, he looked like that whenever they did something other than making out. It was then that she realized Puck didn't care about her. Not before when he was throwing slushies on her, not when they had dated, and not now when she stood there falling apart in front of him. So instead of berating him for intruding on a private moment, Rachel simply stared at him before walking out of McKinley.

Rachel hopped in her car and drove to her house as quickly as possible. She stormed to her room and threw herself on the bed, crying for what seemed like that the thousandth time that day. The crumpled letter was dangling from her hands as the sobs ripped through her body.

"No!" She screamed to the empty room. Rachel shot straight out of bed and walked over to the box. She picked it up and dumped its contents everywhere. 'There has got to be something in her.' She thought to herself.

"Here we go." She smiled triumphantly as she stared at a thin piece of paper it her hand. It was a photograph, taken by one her fathers she presumed, of herself and her mother. Rachel looked to be about five or six with messy brown hair and wide-brown eyes. Her mother shared the same physical features but instead of the bright-eyed innocence displayed on Rachel's face, her eyes shown with motherly compassion. Rachel scoffed at the picture.

"If you had any ounce of compassion if your body." She spit at the picture. "You wouldn't have left me in Lima."

Puck jogged over to his truck and slid into the front seat. He threw his stuff into the back roughly and turned around before he heard the loud clatter of something falling out of his bag. He stuck his hand behind the seat and rummaged around until he found the source of the noise. He lifted it up to see that it was the old cassette player that Berry had been messing with earlier. He ejected the tape and flipped it over. 'For Rachel' was scrawled at the top of it. He set the player on the dashboard and his finger hovered over the play button.

"What do you think you're doing?" A voice spoke from outside the truck.

"What the fu– Ouch!" He cried out as he smacked his head on the roof of his truck. Puck rubbed the sore spot on his head and turned around to see none other than Jesse St. Douche staring through the truck window.

"I said, what do you think you're doing." He said calmly, but with a hint of annoyance. "That doesn't belong to you." He said to Puck as he eyed the cassette player perched on the dashboard.

"Dude, how the fuck did you –? Why are you –?" Puck tried to formulate sentences.

"Shut up, Duck. Just give me the tape and we can put this whole incident behind us. Jesse seethed as he stuck his hand out, waiting.

"It's Puck." He spit out behind clenched teeth. "And how the fuck would you know that this isn't mine?" He questioned raising an eyebrow.

Jesse visibly tensed then glared at Puck. "Just give me the damn –"

*Beep*

Both boys were startled by the sound of a phone going off. Jesse dug around in his pockets and pulled out his cell phone, checking the name on the caller ID.

"Crap." He muttered under his breath. He threw one last glare over his shoulder before stalking off in the opposite direction.

'What the fuck just happened?' Puck thought to himself. He glanced back at the cassette player and shoved it back into his bag. He had no idea what the hell St. Douche wanted with Rachel's things, but he didn't like it, not one bit. He shifted his truck out of park and sped out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. Something weird was going on with Rachel, something that Jesse knew and a big part of it had to do with the tape that was currently in his bag. He knew that the 'Puck' thing to do would be to give Jesse the tape and pretend like none of this had ever happened, but the 'Noah' inside him told him not to. As much as Berry annoyed the crap out of him, there was something about her that made him care. Noah Puckerman caring about Rachel Berry? Stranger things had happened he supposed.

AN: So there you have it. Puck is now determined to find out what's going on with Rachel. I may or may not have Shelby make another appearance in the next chapter; you'll have to stay with me to find out. Also I'm currently away from home so I may not be able to update for a while, but we'll see. Anyways hope you enjoyed the chapter!