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Rachel POV:

Sam grabbed my hand as we sat in the chorus room. Glee would be starting in just a few minutes. I put my head in my hands. Sam rubbed my back gently.

"We can wait if you want," he said. "No rush."

"I don't want to wait. I'm so happy with you. I want to go public. I'm just worried. What are Quinn and Finn going to think? They are going to tell everyone we are dating to get back at them."

Sam took my face in his hands. "Let them say what they want. I'm crazy about you. I want to be with you because being with you makes my day. My heart speeds up every time I see you. I want people to know I'm yours so I can make you proud of me. That's all that matters."

"You're right, Sam. I'm ready."

He pulled my face to his and kissed me right as Santana walked in.

She stopped in her tracks. "Woah, what happened here? Are you guys together? I'm usually up to-date on this stuff."

I smiled and said, "We are actually going public this afternoon. We haven't been seeing each other for that long, but it doesn't matter. We're happy." Sam squeezed my hand.

"Well good for you, Berry. And you too, Trouty Mouth."

Sam looked down and pouted. I chuckled softly and pecked him on the lips.

"So cute I could puke. Well, I'm having a party this weekend. You guys in?"

"Sure, Santana," I said.

"If Rachel is there, I'm there," Sam smiled.

Santana shook her head and laughed as she took a seat.

Puck POV:

When I walked into glee, the first thing I saw was Rachel and Sam holding hands. Sam is a douche. But, I can't blame him. If I had Rachel, I would never let her go. I saw an empty seat next to Rachel, but I honestly couldn't watch her swoon over Sam. I was going to sit next to Mike until I heard Rachel.

"Noah, over here!" Damn.

I can't resist her. I nodded and took the seat to her left. I saw Sam cringe as I walked by. Good. I scared him a little.

"So Berry, umm, are you and Sam together?"

She nodded enthusiastically. Sam kissed her cheek. Well, with those lips, it was more like half of her face.

"Oh. Well, good luck." Not.

Mr. Shue entered the room with a huge smile on his face and clapped his hands to get our attention.

"Okay guys," He said. "Our singing at regionals was awesome, but we need to work on our dancing. So take your spots and follow me."

I rolled my eyes as I took my spot next to Artie. This sucks. The only person who needs to work on his dancing is Finn. Finn kind of sucks. Mr. Shue started flinging his arms around like an idiot. I'm not sure if what he is doing even counts as dancing. Suddenly, I heard a scream. It was a scream I would recognize anywhere. It was Rachel. She was on the ground clutching her nose. Sam was kneeling beside her, and Finn was standing over her.

Finn put his hands on his head. "Shit! I'm so sorry, Rach."

I pushed through everyone to make my way to Rachel.

I glared at Finn and said, "What did you fucking do?"

He kept shaking his head. "I accidentally hit Rachel while I was dancing."

"Nice going, Finn. You hit a girl!"

"It was an accident," he screeched.

While Finn and I were shouting at each other, Sam and Mr. Shue were attending to Rachel.

Mr. Shue stood up and got in between Finn and me.

"Guys, Rachel is bleeding. We need to get her to a doctor."

"I'll take her," Finn offered.

"Hell no," Sam said as he helped Rachel stand up.

"I'll take her," I said.

Sam shook his head. "I'm taking her. She is my girlfriend."

I cringed. I hate hearing Sam call Rachel his girlfriend.

Mr. Shue sighed. "Puck, you can drive, and Sam can sit in the back of the car with Rachel."

We all nodded and rushed out to my car.

-gleeeeeee-

Rachel POV:

I clutched tissues to my nose as Noah, Sam, and I waited for the doctor. Finn is such a mess. How can he not control his own damn body? Sam sat next to me on the examination table and rubbed my shoulder. Noah sat in a chair and joked around, trying to distract me from my throbbing nose. Finally, the doctor walked in.

"Miss Berry," he said. "It looks like you have a broken nose. It's a clean break, though. This could be a great opportunity for me to fix your deviated septum and maybe straighten out your nose."

"What? You mean a nose job?"

He nodded. "It's like a right of passage for Jewish girls when they turn sixteen."

I bit my lip. "I don't know. Wouldn't it affect my singing?"

He smiled and said, "It could only help. It would open up your air ways."

I never really had thought about a nose job. It is tempting though. I love myself, but my nose has always bothered me. What would I look like if I had Quinn's nose? Not only would a nose job enhance my beauty, but it would also improve my singing.

"I'll think about it," I said.

Sam and Noah were silent as we walked out of the doctor's office. But the minute we got into the car, they both started in on me.

"Rachel, you are gorgeous. You do not need a nose job. Your nose is beautiful," Sam said.

Puck nodded and added, "Really, Rachel. You're hot. Plus, your nose was passed down to you from our Jewish ancestors. You should cherish it."

"But, it would help my voice," I said weakly.

"Rachel, you're voice is already amazing," Sam said.

Puck looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Rachel, you want the nose job for your looks. Not your voice. You are letting the whole Finn-Quinn thing get to you. Quinn Fabray has nothing over you except for the guy who broke your nose."

I opened my mouth in surprise. He was right, but I didn't want to admit it.

Puck continued, "A nose job would just say you have low self-esteem. And Rachel Berry does not have low self-esteem."

"Please just leave me alone. I just need to think," said.

Sam shook his head. "Rachel, you don't need a nose job. Think about Barbara Streisand. She is your role model. Don't you want to be a role model for other little girls?"

I bit my lip. Yes. More than anything. But, Barbara's nose isn't as bad as mine. And now, mine is broken. I feel like it is a sign.

"I just need to think."

-Gleeeeee-

I powdered my nose gently. It took a lot of makeup to cover up the bruising. I winced but continued powdering my nose until I was satisfied. I really did not want to go to Santana's party with a broken nose, but Sam convinced me. I just felt so ugly with my swollen nose surrounded by black and blue. I would just have to keep the attention off my nose by wearing a great outfit. I stood in front of my closet with my hands on my hips. I pushed through my animal sweaters and plaid skirts, looking for something to stand out. I finally decided on a black sequined mini-skirt and a one sleeved, purple top. I looked at myself in the mirror one final time. I put my hand over my nose. Much better. Too bad I can't walk around like that. When my doorbell rang, I ran downstairs. I opened the door for Sam.

"Wow, Rach. You look beautiful."

"Even with a broken nose?"

He laughed. "Especially with a broken nose."

I lightly hit his arm. "Let's go."

-Gleeeeee-

Puck POV:

I took a swig of my beer as Rachel walked through the door with Sam. The bastard had his arm around her.

My conscience said, "Well, he is her boyfriend."

My heart said, "Fuck him. She should be yours."

I had to go with my heart on this one. I pushed through the sweaty, drunk crowd.

"Hey, Berry. How's your shnoz?"

Sam looked at me like I was speaking another language. Well, I was.

Rachel giggled and explained, "It means nose in Yiddish. And it's still sore. And the bruising looks worse."

Sam said, "Well, I still think she looks amazing."

"Me too," I added.

Sam glared at me. I guess he still feels threatened by our little talk.

"Thank you, boys. Noah, if you'll excuse us we are going to get some drinks," Rachel declared.

I nodded and gestured towards the kitchen. Rachel grabbed Sam's hand. As they made their way to the kitchen, Sam turned around to give me another glare. I took another sip of my beer. If they were going to be all over each other, this is going to be a long night. I tried to not think about Rachel and Sam. I talked with some of the guys from the football team. I wasn't listening very closely. They were talking about how bangable the freshman cheerios are. I just nodded absentmindedly.

"So Puck, who was your latest conquest," Karofsky asked.

Shit. I don't remember. When was the last time I slept with someone? I can't remember. This is pathetic.

"As if I remember her name," I lied. "I'm going to get more beer."

I walked into the kitchen and headed towards the keg. I saw Sam and Rachel in a corner, making out. So much for getting their drinks. Fuck this. I haven't gotten any action because I'm waiting for a girl who's getting action right now? That just can't fly anymore. I looked around. Some red-headed cheerio winked at me. She was decent. Her hair is too red, her eyes are too blue, and she is too tall. But, I can't wait around for a Rachel Berry clone to walk in the door. I strutted over to her, putting on my game face.

"I haven't seen you around before," I said.

She giggled. "That's a shame. I'm Katherine."

I gave her my famous smirk. "I'm Puck."

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, I know. And I've heard you can show a girl a good time."

"A great time," I corrected.

"Well, how about it?"

"Let's get a room," I said.

I grabbed her hand and headed upstairs to find an empty room.

-gleeeeeee-

Rachel POV:

The line for drinks was too long, so Sam and I decided to wait until the line shortened. We stood in an empty corner. I smiled up at him as he bent down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes. I was really starting to get into the kiss when I felt something vibrate.

"Sam, I think that's your phone," I panted.

He pulled it out of his pocket. "I'm so sorry, but I have to get this."

"It's okay, Sam."

He smiled and picked up the phone. "Hey, Stacy. Really, kiddo? It's okay. Don't worry. I'll be there in a few minutes."

He hung up the phone.

"Is everything okay?"

He ran his hand through his hair. "Well, Stacy is at a sleepover, and she got homesick. She wants me to pick her up. I'm so so sorry, Rach. My parents are working, and they can't get her."

"Don't worry at all, Sam. It's completely fine," I said as I stroked his cheek.

"Do you need a ride?"

"Nah. I can get one from Mercedes."

He bent down and kissed me. "You're amazing, Rachel. Good night."

"Good night, Sam."

He waved to me as he headed out. Man, it was hot in here. I decided to go to the bathroom to see if I had sweated off my makeup. I couldn't walk around with my nose exposed. I wandered upstairs. I had been to Santana's house once before, but I don't remember where her bathroom is. I took my best guess and opened a door. My eyes widened in shock.

"Noah," I gasped. I put my hand over my mouth. I quickly turned around and ran as fast as I could, pushing through the swarm of people on the stairs.

A/N: Cliff hanger! I think this might be the first cliff hanger I've left you guys with. Well, maybe it will encourage you all to review! Thanks! Hope you enjoyed (: