A/N: So how many times does it need to be rehashed? I don't own. Please review!

Chapter Seven

Rachel was shouting at the referee making Puck laugh. She suddenly turned to him and demanded,

"Do you thing that he was planted? Because if that was a charge than I'm not Jewish!"

Ever since they had taken that trip to see the basketball game, Rachel had become almost as savvy as he was. Puck nodded in agreement still chuckling. Rachel twitched.

"Are you laughing at me Noah?"

Nodding, he said, "Yup."

Rachel glared at him and turned back to the television. She cried out again when the opposing team scored this time though Puck stopped laughing and complained right along with her. She had come over to help him study for his Algebra final but the game had been flipped on during a short break that, though meant to last only ten minutes, was onto an hour by now. Their books and calculators were pushed to the side and a box of pizza was covering the majority of the coffee table now.

"Can you hand me that slice on the left Noah," Rachel pointed to one during a time out.

Puck picked up the piece and passed it to her before stuffing half of his slice into his mouth. Waiting for Rachel's tsk indicating her disgust, Puck closed the lid of the now empty box. Puck was impressed. Not only did Rachel show up wearing those tight yoga pants that he loves, but she also ate her fair share of pizza not at all trying to be dainty.

"Ouch! He's going to be hurting later," Puck winced when a player dove into the sideline seats to save the ball from going out-of-bounds.

Rachel nodded her eyebrows pinched in worry. Puck poked her side to get her to lighten up. She flinched and poked him back before settling back into the couch cushions. When the game ended and Rachel successfully gotten him to finish studying for the Algebra final, they stared at each other idly.

"Since we are finished with our finals early tomorrow and we don't have Glee practice because we didn't qualify for National's, what are you going to do?"

Trust Rachel to explain things he was a part of, "I dunno. Might go to lunch with Finn and the guys. Depends."

"On what?"

Puck had no idea, he shrugged. Maybe where they might go, maybe what she was doing. He shifted and stood up going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Rachel followed him to the hall before heading to his room. Looking after her Puck wondered if she would be up for- nah, best not get his hopes up. Suddenly he realized he left some magazines near his bed that he knew Rachel would find offensive.

"You know that girl Delilah that has a huge crush on you at the synagogue? For some unknown reason she told me a couple weeks ago after service that as soon as she gets out of her house she's going to make her way to Las Vegas to become a showgirl. I think she thinks you would find that erotic and appealing. Though really I don't understand that."

Puck was staring at her. She was flipping through one of the magazines her face twisted in disapproval, though he had a feeling it was directed more at him than the pictures.

"All that stage make-up and sequins, of course they wear tights and tape the tops so they won't slip, so that is hardly alluring. A strip club is more your style. Maybe I should tell her that."

"Berry! What the- put that down! Stripper," Puck was trying to wrap his head around the information she spewed. He was still thinking it through when Rachel picked up another magazine and shook her head. "Give me those! What's going on?"

Rachel snorted derisively, "I'm going to go make dinner."

She stood and brushed passed him slapping the magazine into his chest. He caught it and snatched the others hiding them in his closet. Realizing that she was meaning to leave he sighed and flopped onto his bed. The house was quiet except for his sister's radio down the hall. Going through sheet music from Glee, Puck sorted them into a folder before sliding it in his night stand. Thinking he heard his mom in the kitchen he looked at the clock. It was too early for his mom. And he could hear his sister singing along with the radio in her room. He bounded downstairs and crashed into the kitchen after his toe to get caught on the stairs.

Cursing, he hopped on one foot, grabbing his other foot before sliding and hitting the floor with a thud. Rachel was standing back pressed into the counter wielding a spatula. She glared at Puck before her eyes widened and she dropped the spatula next to the sink and knelt next to him. Puck felt his heart start to slow down when he realized that he had not heard an intruder or his dad making an unwelcome appearance.

"Noah! Are you okay," his sister called from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, it's okay! Slid," Puck tried to wiggle his big toe.

His sister asked, "Again? Jeez, Noah!"

Rachel grabbed some paper towels to staunch the bleeding asking, "Are you okay Noah? Is it broken?"

Puck shrugged, "Probably. Not that there is anything we can do about a broken toe."

Rachel sighed before stepping over him. He sat on the floor looking at his toe until she came back with a Band-Aid and Neosporin. After bandaging the toe, Rachel looked at him.

"I thought you went home."

"No, I have been delaying going home," Rachel shook her head. "I'm about to though. I just thought I would help out and get dinner in the oven for you. I'm eating with dad and daddy tonight. Some of their colleagues are coming. They try to have a meal with their coworkers once a month to keep everyone happy."

Puck chuckled at her dry tone and disgruntled expression, "I take it they aren't fun."

Rachel answered seriously, "How many dermatologists' do you know that are fun to be around?"

"If you want you can tell them that I injured myself and need to be looked after tonight," Puck offered with a smirk.

"And how is that any more fun," Rachel stood up and offered her hand. "Do you think I would become Florence Nightingale?"

Puck frowned, not knowing what she was talking about, but knowing it wasn't complimentary. Rachel checked that oven before turning to him and saying, "Aspirin and ice."

He nodded before Rachel left. Hobbling over to get an ice pack from the freezer, Puck listened as Rachel started her dad's car and drove away.