A/N: I was too excited about this chapter that i couldn't just not post it lol This goes out to everyone that's encouraged me so far to write this story. I really enjoy it :) Mistakes are mine. There is a line in here that you one tree hill fans may or may not reconize, i paraphrazed the hell out of it but it was so good the first time in the show I just couldn't help myself from putting my own spin off. Watch out for it in the library scene lol

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Obvs

Chap. 7

The first week of Glee did not go so very good. There were many fights and storm outs and most of them were from Puck and Rachel. They were so much alike that they butted heads on everything, even if they agreed. It was weird and awkward and no one knew why they couldn't just get along. So one day after a particularly grueling glee session Kurt and Mercedes cornered Quinn and Santana after fourth period. Since they had Glee twice a day they needed to come up with something fast. Kurt pulled Mercedes closer to him when they saw the two Cheerios standing by one of their lockers.

"Quinn, Satan." Kurt addresses them. The Latina glares at the fair skin boy and he takes a step back. Mercedes who's unfazed, chuckles and eyes the two cheerleaders.

"Listen, I know we all aren't going to start holding hands and sing kombiya anytime soon, but things between Puck and my girl Rachel need to change. I mean did you see all the colors they turned today when they were yelling at each other?" the young black girl chuckles. Quinn nods in agreement, and Santana looks utterly unaffected but still nods.

"With all that tension in the air we are going to start going grey, and I don't know about you ladies but I don't want to have to start dying my hair for another twenty years capiche?" Kurt says. Quinn sighs, looking to her on again off again best friend. The Latina shrugs her shoulders.

"I suppose we could lock them in a room until they come to some sort of truce?" Santana offers. Mercedes smiles widely and Kurt tilts his head in thought.

"Well, I know Mrs. Downey the librarian mentioned to me the other day that she's going to be on vacation all week, and since this is McKinley no one really wanted to substitute so it's basically deserted?" Kurt tells them. Quinn laughs looking to Santana, and the Latina catches on quickly laughing as well.

"Remember that time we locked Azimio in there when he tried to slushy you?" Quinn laughed. Santana nods enthusiastically, and then turns to Kurtcedes.

"I gots this." She laughs, her hands waving in the air. She walks off but turns around briefly and walks back to the three.

"After last period, before Glee, text Berry and tell her to meet you at the fiction section." She tells Kurt. She waves Quinn to her and they walk away, not before Mercedes questions as to why 'the fiction section'.

"It's the farthest away from the door Wheezy!" The Latina exclaims not looking back. Kurt and Mercedes look at each other than shrug.


At the last bell Quinn is gathering her stuff at her locker when Puck approaches. He seems casual, but she knew better. Things with Puck were never just casual unless he was hooking up with you. She slams her locker closed and is about to leave and just ignore his presence when he stops her with a hand on her arm.

"Yes?" she asks him. When she looks at him, for a moment she can see something close to hurt in his eyes. She shrugs it off, seeing as though their whole relationship all he ever did was hurt her, so why should she care now?

"I want to get back together Quinn." He tells her seriously. She blinks, and then blinks twice more before looking up and down the hall.

"You're serious? Where's Santana? Shouldn't you be with her right now?" she asks him, pulling her arm back. He steps forward into her personal space, giving her a soft, albeit cocky grin.

"Don't be like that baby. I'm sorry okay?" he pleads with her. She takes a step back and to the side, away from him. She glares up at him and takes a deep breath.

"The whole time we were dating all I've ever heard about you is…'he's a bad guy, he's a good guy. He's this guy…that guy'. Yet all I ever wanted was for you to be my guy. And you never were Puck. You were never just mine and that's okay." she pauses briefly, taking another deep breath. She raises her hand to stop him when he opens his mouth to speak. Suddenly she sees Rachel at her locker and finally the pieces of some unseen puzzle come together and she staggers slightly, catching herself on her own locker. She looks up and into Pucks eyes.

"It's okay….." her smile grows. "It's okay because one day I'm going to be with someone who loves me for me. Not for the way I make them look on their arm when we walk the hall, or even the way their social levity raises a peg cause I'm their girlfriend. No, they'll be with me because they love me and they'll be mine. So, yeah. It's okay Puck. Be with Santana or whoever it is you're screwing this week because it's okay." Without another word she pats him softly on the arm and walks away. On her journey down the hall she slows a bit when she gets to Rachel. She catches the brunette's eye and grins at her. The diva perks a bit, grinning back, a soft 'hi' passing between the two momentarily.

Puck is completely stunned. Not only did his ex-just shut him down but she made it very clear they weren't ever going to get back together. He stood there for a moment staring after her as she walked away from him. He knew he had screwed up badly, but what he didn't realize was that he ruined it all. He shook his head when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

'Meet me in the library, the old make-out spot – S'

He smiled slightly; maybe this would cheer him up a bit. So he turns and heads down the hall towards the staircase that led to the library. But, what he failed to notice was Rachel, whom got a similar message, was just a few feet behind him. And Quinn, who had turned around to follow Rachel to make sure everything went smoothly.


Puzzled, Rachel watched as Noah waltzed into the library and back into the same section where Kurt had texted her to meet him. As the doors to the library slammed shut once more she turned to see a brief flash of blonde hair scoot across the room and into a place unknown. Frowning, Rachel carried on to her destination. When she arrived she found Noah sitting at one of the desks playing with his phone idly. When she approached, he looked up and scowled.

"What are you doing here Berry?" he asks her. She narrows her eyes at him accusingly.

"I could ask the same question of you Noah." She seethes. He ignores her and gets up out of his chair. Rachel watches as he dials a few numbers on his cell phone then curses.

"Whatever, I'm out." He says and heads for the door. She follows him, smirking menacingly.

"Ya know if you get tired dragging those Neanderthal knuckles around, there is a water fountain down the hall!" she yells at him. He stops, but then carries on.

"Says Polly freakin Pocket!" he yells back at her. Her grin gets deeper.

"Was that the best you got Puckerman" she taunts. He swivels around to glare at her, but then just turns back and pushes on the door to open it. When it doesn't open the first time, he tries a second, then a third, and then finally he punches it with the palm of his hands. He rests his right hand on the door, gritting his teeth. Rachel watches in fascination then steps forward.

"Not strong enough to open a door Noah?" she asks. He glares at her again, this time stepping away and gesturing towards the door.

"It's locked moron." He tells her. She frowns deeply, concerned at the prospect of being locked in a room with him. She steps forward and tries to open it herself. When it doesn't budge the first or second time she turns to him with a pout.

"It's locked." She tells him. He laughs, and then catches himself.

"Really? You don't say!" he mocks her. She huffs and pulls out her cell phone. When she sees that there's no signal she grips her phone tight growling.

"This is great. Just great! I'm locked in the library and my phone has no signal!" she cries out to no one. Puck raises his eyebrows in amusement.

"Again, tell me something I don't know." He says to her. She whips around to glare at him.

"Shut it, Puckerman. I wasn't talking to you!" she exclaims. Her hand comes up to her forehead. She takes a deep breath trying not to panic.

"It's okay, really it's okay. They'll just see that I'm not in glee today and wonder where I am. Naturally, they'd be concerned and come looking for me. Kurt did want me to meet him here so maybe…" she tries talks to herself trying to assert some calm into her body. Puck watches her annoyed.

"You need to really stop talking to yourself. It's getting out of hand. And by the way? You're so annoying that they're going to be glad you didn't show up." He tells her. She flips him the bird and he laughs. Quinn, who was watching from behind a bookshelf, bites her lip, she wants to make her presence known but she wasn't too sure she'd be welcomed.

A sudden noise from behind the librarian's desk catches everyone's attention and the two siblings make their way over. When they get to the desk they see a red Santana who has her hand over her mouth to cover her laughter. She looks up at them and then drops her hand, letting go a full belly laugh. Puck and Rachel look at each other inquisitively.

"May I ask what you're doing behind that desk Santana?" Rachel asks. The Latina looks up at the two brunettes and catches her breath.

"Well…I was supposed to just lock you guys in here but I forgot my cell. So I snuck in here to get it then I remembered that there's no way out!" she laughs. Rachel furrows her eyebrows at her and Puck smirks. He bends down to help her up and when she stands she tilts her head to the side.

"Quinn?" she calls out. Puck and Rachel both turn to see the blonde cheerio step out from the bookshelf she was hiding behind. She waves shyly at them, ducking her head in shame. Rachel steps forward, turning slightly.

"Okay can someone please tell me what's going on?" she looks to Quinn and then Santana. Quinn walks over to them and stands next to Puck.

"Well Wheezy and Lady Face came to us this morning with a plan to get you guys to stop fighting. It was either lock you in a room or glue you together until you both killed each other, but your friends weren't about that at all so I offered my co-operation if I got to knock you over and steal your gold." The dark haired cheerleader told Rachel. Puck laughed whole heartedly and Quinn slapped Santana's arm. Rachel took a step back from the fiery Latina and looked to Quinn.

"Well, I get why she's here," she points to Santana. "But why are you here?" she asks Quinn. The blonde purses her lips and sighs.

"I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I know you guys wouldn't…I don't know…like hit each other, but things can get pretty bad. So I…." her voice fades and she looks to Rachel and shrugs. The tiny Diva eyes the blonde curiously then looks at Santana.

"Well did this master plan of yours have an expiration date?" she questions. The cheerio frowns and shakes her head.

"We didn't really…." She starts. Rachel grinds her teeth in frustration. Leave it to her friends and this…cheerleader to make up such a great plan.

"Wonderful." she grounds out. The two cheerleaders look sort of sheepish when she glares at them. Suddenly the door to the Library opens and they all shove past each other to stop the person from closing the door. When they get to the front of the library it's too late and Brittany is standing there looking shell shocked.

"What are you guys doing?" she asks, her eyes widening when she witnesses her friend, her friends brother and two cheerios clamoring all over each other in a haste to get to her.

"The door closed!" Santana shrieks, pulling at her hair. Puck groans and Quinn just stands there looking tired. Rachel steps forward and hugs Brittany.

"Please tell me you came to get us out!" she pleads with her. Brittany looks confused and shakes her head.

"No, I came to return my book before Glee." She says, holding up a book about ducks. Rachel whimpers and clings to the blonde even tighter.

"Kurt and Mercedes came up with the brilliant idea, along with those two," Rachel points haughtily at Quinn and Santana. "To lock Puck and myself in the library until we got over our issues." She whines to Brittany. The blonde narrows her eyes at Puck and then the two Cheerios.

"Well why didn't you call me to get you out?" she asks sweetly. Rachel groans and mumbles into the tall blonde's sweater.

"No service in the library." She tells her. Brittany sighs, and then looks around the room, her eyes shining brightly.

"Well why don't we just order from the café?" she asks, disentangling herself from her short friend. Rachel follows the blonde over to one of the computers in the corner of the room, her face breaking out into a grin. She hops a little and slaps Brittany on the butt.

"My friends a genius!" she tells the other three. Quinn looks amused and Puck and Santana look annoyed.

"How is ordering food going to get us out of here?" Puck asks. Santana nods her head in agreement. Quinn comes around to Rachel's side and looks at the others.

"Because the café does deliveries!" she exclaims. Rachel smiles at her and Quinn fights the urge to hug her. Santana grins approvingly and slaps Puck on the arm.

"So what are we gonna get?" she asks. Rachel and Brittany both shout muffins and Quinn says apple pie. Rachel looks at her funnily and goes back to looking at the screen Brittany is tinkering on.

"As long as it's not blueberry, I hate blueberry." Brittany says. Quinn nods in agreement and Santana steps forward.

"Banana nut?" she asks. Puck nods and puts his arm on her shoulders. Brittany looks to Rachel and shakes her head.

"No, Brittany is allergic to nuts." She tells them.

"Chocolate chip?" Quinn asks, and Puck sighs.

"Does it matter? All we need is for the delivery guy to get here so we can get out. Just order the damn food!" he says. Rachel glares at him wickedly.

"Do not yell at us!" her voice raises. He smirks tauntingly at her.

"Make me." He says. Quinn, Brittany and Santana all groan in unison. The two blondes look at each other with the same expression.

"Making up for lost time?" Quinn says and Brittany laughs.

"Definitely." She says.


A few minutes after the order is placed, Rachel and Brittany join Quinn at one of the study tables. The blonde cheerios is playing with some cards she found at the librarian's desk and Rachel watches her carefully. Quinn looks up when she feels eyes on her and smiles softly at Rachel.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Rachel asks. Quinn's hands still for a moment before placing the cards on the table before her, she turns to Rachel.

"I'm not particularly nice to anyone really. I just don't see the need to go of my way to be mean to you." She tells Rachel. The brunette nods, processing this information.

"I could ask you the same thing you know. Why are you nice to me?" Quinn asks. Rachel shrugs, picking up one of the cards previously in the blondes possession.

"I don't go out of my way to be mean to anyone either. I feel everyone has a chance proven otherwise." She tells the cheerleader. Her eyes move to Puck, whose sitting on the librarian's desk talking to Santana.

"Why don't you quit cheerios Quinn? You seem so unhappy when you're with them." She asks the blonde. Puck chooses this moment to come over and intervene.

"Thinking of taking her place Berry? You don't think taking Glee from me is enough, you have to take the Cheerios from Quinn too?" he sneers. Quinn turns to him to protest but Rachel beats her to it.

"So this is it, huh? This is what your problem is? I joined Glee? And now you're all twisted inside? Grown up Puck! Not everything is about you!" she yells, her face is red and her chest is heaving. Puck takes a step forward, frowning down at her.

"Why not, Berry? You take everything else from people. Glee, my Mom….." he grounds out. Her face turns a deep purple at the Mom statement. She crosses her arms and stomps her foot, she vaguely aware of Brittany's presence behind her.

"Oh, so now you decide to bring it up. Well get one thing straight Noah Puckerman. I do not want your Mother. And I most certainly did not take her from you. She just so happened to give birth to me and send me to the most wonderful Dads a girl can ask for. You are ignorant and self-righteous and you should do us all a favor and move on!" her heart feels like it's going to beat out of her chest, she's so angry, so hurt that he had the gall to use this against her. He looks so angry too and she takes a step back when he comes closer to her, his own chest heaving.

"Move on? You arethe one who did this to me! You got the best of her! After you were born she just shut down. She turned into this…thing. I can't even begin to explain. Like the best part of her left with you! So yeah, I'm bringing this up now. You got the good life. Two Dads who love you no matter what you do and to top that all you got her talent. Do you know how hard I work just to be half as good as her? And here you are, little miss diva, and you don't even have to work a quarter as much as I do and you blow people away…. It's not fair." He whimpers. He turns his head and wipes angrily at his eyes. He hates that she does this to him, that his Mom did this to him.

"It's not my fault Noah." She tells him, defeated. He looks up at her with red, blood shot eyes.

"I know." He admits.

"And I never asked for this." She reiterates.

"I know." He repeats.

"Then why do you hate me so much?" she asks. He lifts his head and looks at her. She looks so broken so sad, and he has no definite answer for her.

"I don't know." He says truthfully. She bites her quivering lip, trying hard not to let go of the broken sob making its way up her throat.

"When I was little, all I remember wishing for was a brother or sister. Every time my Dads would take me to the park I'd play alone. No one wanted to befriend the freak; the girl with the homos for parents. Then one day, my Nana -God bless her- she let it slip in conversation that I in fact had a brother. His name was Noah and he belonged to my biological Mother Shelby. Of course growing up my Fathers were very open about where I came from so I wasn't surprised to hear about my Mother. I was though, surprised to hear about you. I thought, wow, finally someone who'd knock down all the bullies who knocked me down. Finally I have someone who'd yell at all the kids who called me names, finally…someone who'd hold my hand…" she pauses briefly, her voice cracking at the end. Puck looked at her with a blank expression and she looked away, avoiding his gaze.

"My Fathers were way too busy in the beginning. Papa had the café and Daddy had his nursing job at Lima General. So when I was sad, when I felt lonely….no one was there to hold my hand. And that's what I really needed you know? I needed a friend; someone to make me smile, so that day on the playground? When I came up to you and introduced myself? That was the day I was going to be okay. That was the day all my wishes were going to come true. But I guess you had other plans because you pushed me down and called me a freak. And when you did that, two things happened, one- I decided that I didn't need to think of Shelby anymore. And two- I met Brittany. And every day since then she's been holding my hand. So Shelby, she was just someone who gave me life and that's it. She was someone who gave you yours…and I felt sorry for you." She hiccupped. Brittany grabbed her hand and Rachel turned to smile sadly at her. Puck stepped forward and sighed.

"I was jealous." He admits. Rachel looks up at him questioningly, and he continues.

"I was jealous because ever since you were born my Mom held a secret place for you in her heart. And even though I was a kid I knew that because of that secret spot, I'd never have the impact on her life that I used to. So I hated you. I never really knew who you were until you came up to me that day, you know? But, when I was young, I'd always hear my parents fighting over you; how my Dad made her do all of 'it' for the money, how she needed to stop carrying on and on about you; that you were with your real family now. But she still cried at night, she still called for you in her sleep. So I hated you. I didn't know who you were but I hated you. And I'm sorry." His voice is soft and sad. He looks up to apologize, but she had already bolted. Brittany and Quinn both move to follow her but he stops them, going after her instead.


He found Rachel sitting quietly on the floor in front of the fiction section. He bit the inside of his cheek and sat down next her. She didn't look up, but he knew she knew he was there. He sat there with her for a few minutes before breaking the silence.

"So what do we do now?" he asks. She looks up at him then, her cheeks wet with tears, her nose red with irritation.

"What do you want to do?" she asks, her voice cracking slightly. He shrugs nonchalantly, feeling bad when her face drops.

"I'm not really ready to be your brother right now, it's a lot to deal with ya know?" he admits to her. She nods her head dejectedly.

"But, I could use a friend?" he asks. A small smile makes its way on her face, it grows when he reaches out his hand. She takes it into her small one and he smiles softly.

"Tell anyone about this and I'll kick your butt Berry." He teases. She laughs whole heartedly.

"I wouldn't dare." She chuckles. Just beyond shelf three, Quinn watches them with a soft smile. She wipes a tear from her eye and sighs. She knows he can't deal right now but she hopes one day he'd heal enough to know how much he and Rachel really did need each other in their lives.

Quinn turned around and walked back to Santana and Brittany. She looks to her cell for the time and realizes that the delivery person should be here soon. She walks to the door and when she's about to look out the window Finns goofy, smiling face pops up. Startled, she stumbles back. But she quickly recovers and starts yelling at him to open the door. He tilts his head confused and slack jawed, he looks slightly keen to a mentally handicap puppy and if she wasn't so pissed she'd laugh. Santana comes to her aid and gets him to realize they need the door opened. He makes an 'o' expression and quickly opens the door.

"What are you guys doing in here? Glee ended like two hours ago" he laughs. Quinn quickly grabs the door before it can close and glares at Santana.

"Never again." She tells her friend. Santana nods empathetically. Rachel and Puck emerge from the fiction section and lunge when they see the door is open.

"Thank God!" Rachel and Puck exclaim. They push past Finn and step into the hall way. Brittany slides up to Rachel's side and grabs her hand tightly. Quinn and Santana walk next to her and Puck leads the way with Finn bringing up the rear. When they see Tina round the corner with a white box they jog to meet her. Puck quickly takes the box from her earning a frightened 'Hey!' Rachel laughs and joins him.

"What did we get?" she asks him, peering over his arm. He hands her a muffin before taking his own and turning around to give the box to Quinn.

"Chocolate chip!" he whoops, extending his fist for Rachel to give it a bump. She looks at it curiously, not knowing exactly what he wants. Quinn scoots up to her with a laugh and grabs her hand making it into a fist.

"He wants you to bump his fist with yours Rachel." She laughs and guides Rachel's fist to his.