A/N: Hey guys. Here's chapter 8. This is mostly a filler, but you do get to learn a little more about Puck's background. I'm not sure where I want to go with this story as of now. Please review and give me some ideas!

I am really busy, as the school year is almost done. I have maintained a 4.0 GPA this year and I am trying to study and do all my homework to keep my GPA intact. Please bear with me, as the chapters have slowed from twice a week to once a week. The good thing about summer vacation is a.) no school and b.) more time to write! Yes! Another reason I have been slacking on writing, is a guy and I have started seeing each other romantically. We have been spending time together studying and hanging out in between classes...

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Summary: Puck and Rachel meet at Rachel's audition for a movie. Puck's a director; Rachel's an up-and-coming actress. Puck realizes he has real feelings for her the first time she kisses her love interest in the movie during one of their scenes. Does Rachel have the same feelings? AU. Puckleberry ending. Starts with OC/Rachel. Glee characters do come into the story.

Chapter 8:

"Alright, guys, I think we got that scene," Puck said, behind the cameras.

They were filming a dance scene with Rachel and Eric in a mock dance studio. In this scene, they were dancing to hip hop, so they were both in sweats and loose fitting shirts, with sneakers. As the two danced, they had definitely worked up a sweat. They had been working for almost four hours.

"Here are a couple bottles of water," Mike Chang offered. He was a choreographer along-side Brittany. "You guys did a great job on those routines. You got all the steps."

Rachel and Eric nodded in thanks, chugging down the cold, refreshing liquid.

"So, after our lunch breaks, you'll go back to hair, makeup, and wardrobe for the first ballet scene," Puck briefed them.

Rachel slips off her microphone with the help of an assistant, nodding in agreement.


A little while later, Rachel's back in her trailer, getting ready to go out for lunch, when her phone rings.

"Rachel Berry speaking," she answers, pulling on a cute red skirt.

"Hello, Beth," a masculine voice answered, calling her by the name of the main character.

"Hi, Blaine. It's been a long time since we talked," Rachel said, smiling. "What are you doing?"

Blaine had been her friend since meeting at a rehearsal for Mamma Mia. They had each gotten a supporting role, so they became closer and closer.

"At Starbucks. So, I hear that you and a Mr. Noah Puckerman are an item," he says, matter-of-factly.

Rachel knew this was going to happen. She was actually surprised Blaine hadn't called sooner. Of course, Blaine had been rehearsing for his role as Bert in Mary Poppins for the past couple of months. She hated to lie to one of her best friends, but she couldn't exactly tell him.

"I meant to, I did," Rachel tried to explain, finding words to side-step the issue, "but it kind of… let's say sprung up on us."

"I'm just glad you finally have a straight, hot guy," he answered.

"Now, Blaine. I didn't know Ralph was gay when we dated!" Rachel reasoned.

Puck stuck his head through the trailer door, confusion written all over his face. Rachel waved him over to the couch, where he fell in a heap.

"He wanted to go shopping more than you did!" Blaine argued. "He planned your outfits for you!"

The two friends laughed. This was their usual banter. On almost every argument they had they would almost always talk about each other's past relationships. Blaine used this relationship in most of their quarrels.

"I'll give you that, but he honestly was a sweet man," Rachel responded.

"Well, sweetie, I have to go. Someone's calling me. I'll talk to you soon," he said.

After bidding each other goodbye and hanging up, Rachel looked over at Puck. He was lying on his back, head on the armrest with his eyes closed.

When he heard her lock her phone, he opened one eye and said, "So he was gay?"


The next morning, Saturday, Rachel was at her vanity putting on her makeup when she got a call. From caller ID, she saw that it was Puck.

"Hi Noah," she answered.

"'Sup baby," he said in a raspy voice. "I wanted to know if you wanted to come over."

Rachel had never been to Puck's home. They only ever really hung out at either her flat, the set, or out in public.

"Alright, you'll have to give me your address, though," she agreed.

Rachel rang the doorbell with her finger while holding two Starbucks coffees. She had gotten them on her way.

Puck swung the door open, with one hand leaning on the doorframe.

"Hey baby. Come on in," he said, moving to the side so she could walk by.

"Thanks, Noah. I got you some coffee," she said, handing him the cup as she passed him.

"Thanks, Rach. I needed this. I didn't get much sleep last night," he commented as he took a sip.

Rachel looked around. It looked like an average bachelor pad. Huge plasma TV, video games, surround-sound stereo, slight clutter, etc.

The living room opened up to the kitchen which was styled very well. It looked like he constantly cooked in it.

As she walked around, she stumbled across many professionally taken and framed black and white pictures. There were photographs of an older woman around forty and a younger girl about eighteen that she guessed were Puck's mother and sister.

There was one of a little girl about three years old, with some more pictures of an older version of her. She looked beautiful with her wide eyes and lopsided smile with a dimple on her cheek. Rachel looked over her shoulder at Puck for an explanation.

After clearing his throat, he explained, "This girl from my high school and I got drunk off of wine coolers one day in sophomore year. She was feeling insecure and I wanted to pop her cherry so we had sex," Rachel walked over to him, slipping her hand into his, wrapping one arm around his waist. "She was dating Finn at the time so she told him it was his. He found out though, and he was pissed at me for a long time. I'm lucky he forgave me at all. Quinn put Beth up for adoption. It's an open one so I still get to see her and talk to her."

Rachel listened carefully as he talked. She could tell this was a touchy subject.

"I'm glad you can see her. She's very lucky to have a father that cares so much for her," she commented.

He chuckled humorlessly. There were a couple minutes of silence where all they did was hold each other.

"She's beautiful," she whispered against his chest.