A/N: My birthday is friday, so me and my cousin are going to celebrate by going out to eat and watch the new Twilight movie which falls directly on my birthday! As an early birthday gift to you guys I'm updating, and a gift to me will hopefully by me getting some reviews! Anyway, I made an important birthday resoultion to myself, I am going to stop second guessing myself. This story has a lot of readers, reviews, follows and favorites so I must be doing something right. I have the plot I want in my head and I'm not going to stray from it or worry if people will like it or not. So I feel much better writing this chapter than the last.

I want to thank the eight people who took my poll to decide what the slogan of this story should be and the slogan that won was, drum roll please... Obsession Consumes Him!

Beta'ed by xperfectly-imperfect13.

"Hey Kurt, do you want to come over to my house?" Rachel asked, her pride a little wounded that she was the one who caved in first after their little tiff today in school. Rachel still wasn't very pleased with Kurt and his condescending and judgemental behavior from earlier, but hanging out with her friend would sure beat sitting at this empty house alone. Rachel heard shuffling and noises in the background.

"Don't you have plans with Puck?" Kurt asked in a mocking and sarcastic voice. Rachel felt a strong urge to tell him to stop talking about Noah that way, but bit her lip before she could, unsure of why she's feeling so protective of him.

Rachel was about to explain her situation when she heard Kurt's voice on the phone clearly saying, "Mercedes! Don't you dare let me catch you wearing that!"

For a moment Rachel wondered where could they be going to, because this was a school night and it's not like her and the rest of the glee kids get invited anywhere; but then she figured this was just another makeover party Kurt was hosting. Kurt still tries to give her one at least once every year but Rachel is still persistent as ever about not letting him cut her long hair.

"So are you having a girl's night? Can I come over? I'll bring the Gossip Girl fifth season DVD collection with me."

"I think we'll skip it, we have a party to go to."

"Party?!"

"Yes, party. Quinn was so kind to invite Tina, Mercedes, Artie and me to her party-"

"Wait a second, you are going to a party—Quinn's, none the less—without me? And you weren't even going to tell me?"

She can almost hear Kurt shrugging, "I thought you would be busy with that Neanderthal again. Besides this is the first party we have been invited to, did you think I was going to let you spoil that?"

"You're my best friend Kurt, how could you?"

"No, I was your best friend… now all you have is Puck."

Something inside of Rachel snapped when Kurt told her those words: 'was your best friend.' First, Puck then Quinn and now even New Directions is against her; not listening to her; taking solos away from her; and as a final straw, they are going to Quinn's party. Did they not remember or just chose to ignore the fact that Quinn was throwing slushies at them just the other day?

Rachel stormed to her bathroom, slammed the door behind her, stomped into her shower and turned the water on hot while Kurt's hurtful words repeated over and over again in her head.

'Darn Quinn. Darn Kurt. Darn glee. And darn Puck too.' she thought, still unable to bring herself to really cuss even in her mind, as she scrubbed shampoo a little bit too vigorously into her scalp.

'I'll show them. Rachel Berry can have fun. Rachel Berry can party,' she thought as she picked out a short black dress and strappy black heels to wear.

Rachel applied smoky eyes and nude lips and looked at herself in the mirror smiling at what she saw. If they thought they were going to get away with this, they were dead wrong.

'Quinn Fabray's party, get ready to be crashed…' she thought as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Rachel drove one of the cars her fathers left home for her to use in case of emergency while they were gone on their business trip to drive to Quinn's house. She knew where it was because everyone in McKinley knew where Quinn lived.

Her house was one of the biggest, most impressive houses in Lima. It was hard to miss when going down the highway, and it was the only house there; surrounded by nothing but acres of field that her father owned. Mr. Fabray was supposed to be one of the most successful and richest business men in all of Ohio.

As Rachel stopped the car about a block away from the party, her first thought that came to mind was, 'This is not at all what I was expecting; what did I just get myself in to?'

House parties were not as fun or glamorous as they were made out to be, Quinn's house party was downright filthy and disgusting. Her large, luscious and grand house looked like it had just been put through a tornado. Beer cans littered the floor, the strong scent of vomit wafted through the air of the crowded house, filled with drunk sloppy teenagers locked in lewd embraces together.

'Altogether: disgusting,' Rachel thought, making a sour face as she stepped over cans that were scattered across the floor of the entrance and wondered where Quinn's parents were and how could they let her get away with this almost every week.

'Rachel, you do not have to prove anything to Kurt or the rest of the glee kids. You still have that collection of Gossip Girl on DVD, and if you decide to stay up late watching them again, there is no way you can get in trouble with your daddies.' With that thought in mind, she started to head out when she heard a familiar voice—that no longer brought butterflies in her stomach—greeting her.

"Yes Finn?" Rachel asked as she turned around, wondering if he would still be talking to her if he hadn't been drinking. But at least there was one person here she knew and could talk to, unlike the glee kids and just about everyone else in McKinley High. She practically had to scream so she could be heard over the sound of loud rap music.

Finn smiled and stepped clumsily over the beer bottles that littered the floor; as he stepped, the beer in his hand spilled on the floor, making Rachel wonder if he was sober or not.

"You look hot tonight."

'Drunk it is.' Rachel thought, frowning and looked him over deciding that he looked too wholesome. His grin was too large and lop-sided, and his too tall form made him seem awkward and uncomfortable in his own skin.

Rachel has grown so used to Noah's shorter height which just seemed more natural against her short frame. She has grown used to Puck's bad boy look, his cocky smile, and the body he works so hard at and is proud of, much like the way she takes care of her own body through proper nutrition and ballet practice.

She wonders how she ever had such a big crush on him before.

"I have to go." Rachel said her voice uncomfortable and her words rushed.

The only exposure to alcohol Rachel had in her life has been the rare glass of wine her father let her sip on special dinners and holidays. She has never been around a truly drunken person before, let alone this many at one time.

Rachel backed carefully away in her tall black stilettos over the beer cans and past the glassy eyed teenagers, hanging out around the entrance. She headed towards the door but saw a couple making out, blocking the entrance and instinctively took a step back, disgusted at their lewd and very public display of affection.

"No! Don't leave, stay a little while! Don't worry, I'll stick with you." Finn said, smiling at her, his voice almost pleading.

Rachel took another peak up at him. Finn was at a party hosted by his girlfriend, full of people, but he looked so alone. Rachel thought for the first time that Finn might just feel as alone as she does, Quinn wasn't paying attention to him.

Rachel suspects it's either because Quinn is too busy coming up with more plans to ruin her life or stalking Puck; neither thoughts were pleasant and the latter brought envy and anger in her heart.

Rachel realized that Finn was probably so alone because he was too cool to fit in with the glee members and too uncool to fit in with the jocks; so Finn was stuck in no man's land.

Rachel sighed and remembered how in the first week of school—before Quinn, football and his rising popularity—Finn stood up against Puck for her, and even though Rachel might not feel the same way about Finn as she used to, maybe they can still be on somewhat friendly terms.

Besides, Rachel was already here, so she might as well go through with her poorly constructed plan to crash the party, and anything looked better to her right now than being alone tonight and proving Kurt right. So Rachel decided to stay, that is at least until that couple at the door gets a room.

Suddenly Rachel had second thoughts of hanging out with Finn. It seemed disrespectful to Puck to hang around a former crush of hers, plus she knows how jealous Puck can get. But then Rachel remembered him hanging around Quinn all day today and how he left her by herself tonight. So it seemed fine. And besides, it wasn't like her and Puck were really dating anyway.

Rachel let Finn lead her through the large house with which he seemed very familiar with, even in his intoxicated state. He pushed open a door for him and her to the rest of the house where even more underage drinkers were heavily wasted and hanging around.

There was loud music but more people seemed to be grinding on one another than actually dancing, and for the millionth time tonight, Rachel wondered what possessed her to come to a stupid house party her nemesis is holding.

Then it really hit her; this isn't some regular house party, this is Quinn Fabray's house party! And she's hanging out with Quinn's boyfriend, but it seemed only fair considering how Quinn wanted her Noah.

'No Rachel,' she repeats in her head, 'he isn't yours.'

Rachel's parents were well off. They had a very nice two story house in a good neighborhood, but Quinn's house is beyond. There is so much space; so many rooms. But as Rachel walks in through the house, she can only think of how bare the house is; not of expensive furniture and art, but of personal touches in the house.

Rachel's parents practically had the whole garage as a "Rachel Berry monument". And in every room of the house, there were pictures of her parents, her and other family members on practically every wall and every table top. But the only pictures Rachel saw in Quinn's whole house was when they passed through a hallway.

One was a large picture of Quinn from last year's yearbook and next to that was a picture of what must have been Quinn's father and mother's wedding proto. Her mother seemed very young in the photo, and she looked just like Quinn; the same blonde hair, the same fair skin, the same light blue eyes, the same small straight nose, and the same tiny mouth on her pretty face.

Next to her mother stood who must be Quinn's father, who appeared older than the bride. He held her by the waist, obviously enraptured with his young beautiful bride. But Quinn's mother just looked straight forward, her eyes seeming sad and forlorn, like she missed someone; her mouth was set in a hard line as if she had made a decision about her future and she wouldn't look back.

'No bride should look that way on their wedding day,' Rachel thought and wondered what her wedding would look like.

Rachel was like other girls in the way that she always dreamed about what her wedding would be like since she was little. Of course, it would have to take place after she achieved a certain amount of fame and success on Broadway and won her first Tony award. She always dreamed of a traditional Jewish wedding. Both of her fathers would give her away to a handsome young man with a full head of dark wavy hair that Rachel could run her fingers through; covered up slightly with a traditional Jewish hat, the kippah, and Rachel would wear a beautiful white princess wedding dress. The wedding would be full of joy, family, friends and laughter. There would be the traditional stomping the glass, and then dancing with her groom at the reception, and her and him being lifted up on their chairs as they laughed together. But now all Rachel could picture was Noah—

"Rachel, c'mon, the kitchen's over this way." Finn told her snapping her out of her daydream. Rachel nodded and shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

Finn led her to the kitchen. It was high tech and cold stainless steel with unused pots and pans hanging up on the silver ceiling fixtures; a large electric stove that appeared like it has never been used sat next to a large and clean silver sink; next to that was the dishwasher and in the middle, there was a giant stainless steel refrigerator that was completely bare, not one single homemade magnet or pictures on it.

When Finn opened the door and handed her a bottle of water, Rachel noticed there was nothing else inside of it; there was no food or anything. It was as if nobody in Quinn's life came home to eat dinner together as a family. The thought was incredibly sad to Rachel who always ate with her fathers when they were home, but then she stopped herself before she actually started to feel sorry for the heartless Quinn.

Rachel took a sip of the water and thanked Finn for handing it to her then she asked if he has seen Kurt, Tina, or anyone from glee.

Finn laughed and told her he has seen Kurt earlier, heading to a room with a very drunk Todd Flannigan who was sure to deny it in the morning. For a second, Rachel forgot how mad was at Kurt and laughed along with him.

"So um, where's Quinn?" Rachel asked, surprised that Finn wasn't even looking for her yet, since mostly Rachel thought he looked like a puppy following its master wherever it went. Well, apparently that wasn't the case tonight.

Finn scratched the back of his head and sighed deeply, "I don't know. She's been acting kind of funny lately. And she's been hanging out with Puck a lot too." He said and scoffed, taking another gulp of beer.

"Puck?"

"Yeah," Finn said unconscious at the way Rachel flinched after he mentioned Noah and Quinn hanging out together, and stood up sloppily to his feet, reminding Rachel how inebriated he was, "You're probably glad he's leaving you alone now, right? Hey, do you want a beer?"

Rachel insisted no; she certainly did not want any alcohol that could potentially harm her vocal chords, but Finn kept insisting, so Rachel did took it if only to make him quit asking her.

"You know, you look really hot tonight." Finn told her slurring his words now. Rachel put her hand over his chest, uncomfortable with the way he was leering at her, and noticed that this was his third beer. "I always liked you. Quinn can be such a fucking' drag, you know?"

'How many times can a single person say 'you know'?'

"Well she is very mean; a bully… hey—!" Finn tried to kiss her and Rachel backed away, slapping his shoulder and telling him to stop. She no longer felt that way about him. Rachel frowned when she saw his glazed over eyes and his goofy grin, like he is too drunk to listen to her, or even know what's going on. When he tries to kiss her again, Rachel hops out of her chair and hears Finn crashing to the ground. She looks down and sees Finn's eyes closed and faint snoring sound coming from him.

Rachel doesn't know what to do but leave him there, so she walks away, clutching her purse tightly to her chest with every intention of leaving the stupid party. It was pointless coming anyway. She hasn't seen Kurt or anyone from glee so it wasn't like she was proving anything to anybody and besides, it was an incredibly foolish move to come to a party filled with people who hated and bullied her.

'What on earth was I thinking,' she thought for the hundredth time tonight.

Rachel was searching for the way out of the house when she spots a familiar shaved mohawk and red letterman jacket.

Puck. Here. At Quinn's house.

"Babe, I got to babysit my little bratty sister tonight or my mom will kill me."

Liar.

Rachel was livid. She tries to make her way over to him to give him a little piece of her mind but a crowd of teenagers blocks her path. Rachel jumps up looking for a way so she could scream at him; she doesn't care who sees. Then she spots a blonde haired girl standing very close to him. She knows who that girl is. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and the small girl manages to force her way through the crowd, only to see Quinn and HER Noah kissing...

Is it possible to feel your own heart breaking?

Rachel could swear she could feel heart breaking in half, the blood gushing out and the muscles tearing, and finally breaking into tiny little pieces in her chest.

Then everything became very still. Deaf and motionless. All she was aware of was herself, Noah, and Quinn.

He said he loved her.

A lie.

Everything he told her was a lie.

How could he do this to her?

With Quinn, of all people?

Puck was only using her, like he used so many other girls. How could she be so blind to all those rumors? He was a well-known player and cheater; it was common knowledge in McKinley. Rachel was just another notch on his bed post!

Kurt was right. How could she be so foolish?

And to think she was staring to l—

A drink!

Rachel needed a drink!

"What the fuck, Quinn? Get the hell off me!" Puck raised his hand to wipe his mouth to remove the sticky lip gloss off of his lips; trying his best to remove the taste of her fruity lip gloss, and whatever it was she's been drinking, off his mouth in disgust. He pushed her away from him.

Quinn stumbled, giggling drunkenly and fell on her ass on the carpet. Puck found it ironic that Quinn, who everyone thought was this angelic blond, could drink more than her weight in beer; more than he could handle. He rolled his eyes and walked away, to let Quinn sleep it off, glad to be rid of her finally.

"You think I'm fat, don't you?!" Quinn slurred and struggled to get back on her feet trying to catch up to him, but failed to make one step tripping over her own feet and falling disgracefully again on the floor. Then, she was silent, finally completely passed out. Puck took a final step to the door and locked it behind him.

'Don't want Derrick to find out some guy took advantage of his sweet little niece.' Puck thought gravely.

Bitch. Not only at this party did he have to fight Santana to get the fuck off his dick but he had to deal with Quinn too. He expected Finn to keep Quinn busy tonight, but as he walked past the snack bar and saw Finn passed out on the floor, he supposed not.

Shit, he did not want to be here. He's been to enough parties in his lifetime. When he didn't have Rachel, he was a regular at house parties. He slept with countless girls at them, got wasted more time than he could count; and now these parties just seemed pointless and dull because house parties were all the same.

The same drunken fools and no Rachel, who he'd much rather be with right now, kissing her and holding her while they lay together on her couch, watched a movie. However much that made him sound like a pansy, he'd rather be with Rachel, his poor Rachel. She was probably by herself at home, eating that Rocky Rhode vegan ice cream she loves so much, and watching a marathon of Gossip Girl—

"Woo! Go girl!"

'What the fuck is going on?' Puck whirled his head around to see a crowd of people in front of him, forming a circle against a table and all looking up with shit eating grins. Puck furrowed his brow confused about what was suddenly happening and glanced up curiously. His mouth gaped wide open in shock and outrage.

His sweet innocent Rachel was on top of the table dancing provocatively. Her hips rocking back and forth, her hands flying up in the air as she rocked against the beat of the song, her long dark hair swinging freely around her, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and smiling. The uptight Rachel looked free and lost in the music. Her skimpy black dress left little to the imagination and her black stilettos made her longs legs appear endless.

Puck growled savagely as he saw boys around him eyeballing her and throwing cat calls at her. Puck balled up his fist and shoved his way through the crowd. When he saw some little shit trying to record a video of her next to him, Puck grabbed his phone from his hand, throwing it on the hardwood floor and then stomped shattering the cell phone into tiny useless pieces.

"Hey!" The loser tried to say in defence, but Puck grabbed him by collar, using it to hoist him off the ground and threw the boy like he did earlier to his phone on the floor.

Afterwards, Puck breathed heavily and looked up to see frightened people scurrying to get out of his way. He stomped toward the table, grabbed Rachel by her legs, and threw her over his shoulder, storming out the room as she smacked his back and kicked her feet in the air.

"What the fuck, Rachel? You're dressed and acting like a slut up there dancing for those guys! Did you fucking forget you're mine? And how the hell did you even know about this party?!"

Rachel felt anger swell up in her stomach, "How dare you talk to me like that! After all you've done to me!" She barked at him.

After everything he said; telling her he loved her more than anything in this world, he thought he could bully her relentlessly for years, say he loved her then just ignore her, lie to her and cheat on her! Kurt was right; she was stupid to ever believe him, ever fall for someone like him.

"And I hate you for it! I hate you!" Rachel shouted, her usual pristine voice breaking from her unusually loud screams and she was not even concerned about her vocal chords.

Rage consumed her and ate her whole. Rachel wanted to hurt Noah in any way she can; she wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt her and wanted him to feel as much hurt as ever.

She launched her balled up fists at his chest and everywhere she can reach, repeating the words 'I hate you!' over and over again while Puck just stood there, stiff and unmoving, just letting her do it until she's too tired to fight anymore and her body gives out.

Before she could fall, Puck catches her by her forearms and holds her upright to keep her from falling on the floor.

"No, I don't want help!" Rachel shouted as she pushed herself away from Puck and slapped his hands away from her, "Don't touch me! I hate you, I said I hate you!"

"You're drunk, you don't mean that. You don't hate me," Puck said, his voice desperate and pleading,but 'she never liked you; she will never love you...' is chanting in his head and taking over his mind.

Rachel looked up at him incredulously, mascara running down her bloodshot eyes, but her mouth formed a cold hard line. "Of course I mean it! Noah Puckerman, you've made my life hell for years. I could never love someone like you. Every time you touched me, I pretended it was Finn so I didn't get sick."

Puck's blunt dug his nails into his flesh and he felt the skin break underneath them. Rachel heard the sound of a door being slammed behind her and harsh, heavy footsteps walking away. Breaking down in sobs, she curled herself into a ball, her tears soaking into the carpet.

A/N: Time for Shameless Self Promotion! I now have a livejournal account! So look me up if you have an account, my username is, luvlydoll.

And I also started a forum for Glee, where everyone can say what ever they want to say about glee, there are no rules, it's just a place where everyone can just take a break from writing or whatever and discuss anything they want about Glee, it called "Glee's Writers and Readers Lounge" I hope I will see someone joining!