Thank you for all of the reviews from the last chapter, it seems that you're all enjoying the Raine friendships and Quick friendships, but also the Fabranderson friendship as well. Something I'm pretty keen on to. I love writing for the two of them in this story, and let's face it, Quinn really needs some friends, she should totally be friends with Blaine and Rachel next season, that would be pretty cool.

Aslo, I know that I was updating practically everyday, but I work on weekends and this chapter was really difficult to write for some reason. I've been adding pieces here and there for a few days, and even then it didn't seem to flow very well. But I'm pretty pleased with it now though, hopefully I've conveyed the Puckleberry relationship in the right way, and there's also Fabranderson interludes that help to break this chapter up as well.

As always, I hope you enjoy, and please review :) x

Rachel had decided to have an early night that night, she knew that she had to smash her solo performance tomorrow if they had any chance of moving past the qualification rounds, she knew that the group performance would go pretty well, she and Blaine worked incredibly well together. She'd tried to convince Quinn to do the same, but Quinn had apparently made plans with Sam, and she had no intention of changing them. So Rachel had resorted to spending the evening alone, hoping that the rest of New Directions had the same initiative that she had. She was just beginning to relax when her phone beeped on her dresser; she rolled her eyes and leant across to read her message.

'911! Throat starting to hurt, bring remedies!'

Rachel's eyes widened in horror as she read Blaine's message, he couldn't get ill now, there was no way that she was going to allow this to happen. If he couldn't sing lead then she'd be forced to sing with Finn, and that would open a new can of worms that she just didn't want to deal with right now. So she quickly scrambled around her room, picking up all of the vitamin packets and throat soothers that she had on hand, before dashing out of her room and heading across to Blaine and Mike's room.

"Rachel's going to kill me," Blaine groaned as he hit send.

"Oh chill out!" Quinn laughed, "She'll be thanking you, when they actually realise how stupid they've been and finally get together!" Blaine nodded in agreement before handing Quinn Sam's phone, which he'd managed to 'borrow' as he leant across the dinner table, earlier that evening.

"Okay, you're next," he told her. Quinn nodded and started typing another message. Blaine glanced over Quinn's shoulder as he read the text.

"Classy Quinn," Blaine smirked

"It's Puck." Quinn countered and Blaine nodded.

"You're right, send it," Blaine shrugged.

Puck let out an annoyed grunt as he continued to flick through the television channels, he hated English television, it didn't compare at all to what he was used to at home. He threw the controller across the room and let out another frustrated grunt. This trip was turning into a complete disaster, he'd had his doubts about it when Mr Schue had first told them about it, but then he figured a free trip before everyone left for college would be a good thing. Rehearsals were getting to him as well, things had been as awkward as hell between him and Rachel since he'd apologised for kissing her, he knew that Rachel had been avoiding him after that. Quinn had been laying on the pressure thick for him to talk to Rachel again, but Puck didn't see the point, at the end of the Summer Rachel was leaving and she was pretty adamant that she wasn't coming back. He just couldn't deal with that kind of crap right now. He was also pretty annoyed that he had to sit in his room alone, as the other guys had plans of their own. Stupid couples! He was pulled from his thoughts when he phone flashed on his dresser. He rolled his eyes and reached over to read the message.

'Dude, babe spotting in Mikes room, come check it out!'

Puck let out an irritated grunt as he read Sam's message, Sam had told him that he was going out with Quinn tonight, and he was pretty sure that Mike was supposed to be with Tina. Puck shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up his room key before heading down to Mike and Blaine's room. If Sam had stood Quinn up, then Quinn would be turning up at his door any minute now, and Puck couldn't do with any more heart to hearts.

"Puck's not going to be happy about this," Quinn mumbled as the pair sat and waited patiently in Blaine's room.

"This was your idea," Blaine told her, "If this back fires, then it's all your fault Fabray," he laughed. Quinn shook her head and checked her watch.

"Any second now," she whispered, and as if by magic Blaine's door flew open and Rachel rushed inside holding up a bag of medical supplies, she paused when she saw Quinn and stared at her incredulously.

"Quinn, what are you doing here?" she asked her friend, Quinn glanced quickly at Blaine and shrugged.

"I came looking for Sam," she said quickly, "He said something about having to talk to Mike, but I guess he isn't here," Blaine nodded, seemingly impressed by how easily Quinn could lie. Rachel nodded slowly as she walked across the room and handed Blaine the bag with her medical supplies inside.

"These should help," she told him earnestly, Blaine smiled and opened his mouth to speak but Rachel hushed him.

"If your throat is sore, then you need to rest it, you can't speak until at least tomorrow morning," she told him firmly. Blaine nodded and glanced across at Quinn who was smirking at him. Quinn shrugged and walked across the room as she heard footsteps approaching them, she nodded Puck was on schedule tonight.

"Dude, show me the babes!" Puck said loudly as he walked through the doorway, stopping short when he saw Blaine, Quinn and Rachel staring at him.

"Classy as always Noah," Rachel smirked; Puck rolled his eyes and turned his back on her, focusing his attention on Quinn.

"Okay, so where's your boyfriend?" he asked, Quinn shrugged and glanced at Blaine, who quickly got to his and walked towards the door, Quinn following behind him.

"Sam's not coming," Blaine stated, Rachel frowned at him and Blaine shook his head, "And I'm not sick."

"I can't believe you lied to me!" Rachel gasped, seemingly hurt by her friend's betrayal. Blaine hung his head in shame.

"But you two need to talk to each other," Quinn started trying to calm Rachel down,

"I don't have time for this," Rachel said defiantly, as she headed towards the door, but Blaine held his hands up and shook his head.

"Rachel, you're both being to stubborn to realise what has been under your nose this whole time, so we're going to leave you here until you're at least able to look at each other," Blaine said quickly, before shutting the door behind him and Quinn, leaving a frustrated Rachel and Puck behind them.

"We're bad people," Blaine groaned as he leant against the door, Quinn shook her head as she forced a chair underneath the door handle. Blaine raised an eyebrow and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"It's just a precaution," she told him,

"Uh huh," Blaine nodded, grinning at Quinn as the two of them sat down outside his bedroom door. "So what do we do now?"

"We wait,"

"Our friends suck!" Puck groaned as he paced across Blaine's room. Rachel nodded in agreement.

"Unfortunately, I'm inclined to agree with you." Rachel sighed sitting down next to the window. She stared outside, watching the people of London walking below, whilst she was locked in her best friends bedroom. Damn her caring nature. She let out a frustrated sigh and angrily pulled her phone from her purse and began furiously typing away.

'You're going to wish that you were sick once I'm finished with you!'

She smiled as she read the message one more time with a satisfied grin before sending it to Blaine. She sighed as she put her phone back into her purse and glanced briefly at puck who was pacing back and fourth, obviously just as frustrated as she was. Puck paused and turned to face her, and Rachel frowned, defiantly crossing her arms across her chest and looking out of the window again.

"It's too quiet," Blaine commented as he and Quinn stood with their ears firmly pressed against the door.

"At least they aren't killing each other," Quinn quipped.

"Yet," Blaine mumbled, Quinn waved at him to be quiet when she heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door.

"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Puck finally asked, breaking the silence that had been held in the room. Rachel turned to face him, her eyes burning into him.

"Well, apparently they want us to talk, I can't think why," she stated coolly, Puck sighed and shoved his hands awkwardly into his jean pockets before shuffling over to her.

"What's up with you today, Berry?" he asked her quietly, Rachel looked up at him and softened her gaze, and shook her head.

"I'm fine Noah," she told him; Puck shook his head, not convinced in the slightest.

"You know for an actress, you suck at lying," he smirked, Rachel tried not to smile at him, she was still furious with him for blowing her off in the way he had, but Puck had an air about him that made him so charming that made it nearly impossible to resist.

"You're mad at me for kissing you, I get that," he told her earnestly. Rachel shook her head in disbelief and walked across the room, trying to get away from him.

"Is that what you really think?" Rachel asked him, half shrieking at him.

"Well yeah," Puck shrugged, and Rachel scoffed loudly at him.

"What the hell am I meant to think Rachel?" he shouted, becoming infuriated by her stubborn behaviour, "We hung out together, and I kissed you, it was a mistake and I apologised for that, you were the one who said we were cool!"

"That's the problem Noah, I want us to be more than just cool!" Rachel shouted, unable to control herself anymore, Puck's expression changed from annoyance to pure confusion, as he stared at Rachel.

"What did you just say?" he asked her quietly. Rachel realised what she'd said and a feeling of nausea took over her body. She quickly turned her him and sat down on Blaine's bed, wishing that she could go back in time and erase the last minute from history. Puck let out another frustrated sigh as Rachel refused to answer him, and moved across the room, sitting down in front her.

"Babe, you need to help me out here, you know I'm no good at this kind of thing," he told her and Rachel smiled faintly at him.

"I shouldn't have said anything, we're competing tomorrow and this added stress isn't going to help," she said quickly.

"It's us, we perform better when we're stressed, where have you been for the last three years?" Rachel smiled again and allowed her eyes to meet Puck's for the first time that evening.

"I don't want you to apologise for kissing me Noah," she whispered quietly, "If I learnt one thing from being with Finn, is was that I don't ever want to be second best to anyone again."

"Babe, I told you it was mistake because I didn't want to be the jerk that messed you up before you went to New York." Rachel stared at him in confusion as Puck opened up to her.

"You shouldn't have to choose, we all saw what you were like with Finn, you were actually contemplating staying in Lima to be with him, cheating on you was the best thing he ever did for you," Puck finished and Rachel frowned at him.

"I don't know what you mean Noah," she sighed.

"Rachel, you're destined for New York, and you shouldn't have to choose between your future and anything else. I kissed you because it felt right and because I want to be with you."

"But you told me that it was a mistake," Rachel said, shaking her head.

"I told you it was mistake because I didn't want to be the one who you'd consider changing for, Finn was constantly trying to change who you were, I'd never do that to you." He smiled at her and Rachel's heart melted, she moved closer to him, and pressing her lips onto his, it was his turn to be stunned by the kiss, but it didn't take him long to respond, knowing that this time there wouldn't be any repercussions caused by their kiss, he'd laid himself bare for her, and by the way that this kiss was going she understood perfectly and was okay with it.

Half an hour later Quinn and Blaine were still stood outside of Blaine's room, ears still firmly pressed against the door, Puck and Rachel had finished shouting at each other a while back, and they'd strained their ears to hear them talking in hushed tones, but that had long stopped and Blaine was getting anxious from just waiting around.

"Do you think they're okay in there?" he asked Quinn.

"Maybe Rachel really has killed him," she smirked; Blaine laughed with Quinn, not totally dismissing the suggestion either. The pair waited a further ten minutes, before Blaine had decided that they'd had enough time to talk and moved the chair from under the door handle. He swiped his room key and Quinn stood behind him as he pushed the door open and walked inside. He let out a disgusted moan when he saw Rachel and Puck making out on his bed.

"Do you have to do that on my bed?" Blaine asked loudly, Rachel pulled away from Puck and blushed slightly when she saw Blaine and Quinn staring at the two of them. Puck on the other hand smirked and stared at Blaine.

"That's what you get for locking us in here, alone," he smirked; Blaine rolled his eyes as Puck leant across to kiss Rachel again.

"Okay, seriously guys, I have to sleep in that bed," Blaine moaned, "I'm happy that you're together and everything, but you have to find another place to make out,"

"But your bed is so comfy," Puck smirked, causing Rachel to giggle.

"Fine, I'm sure Kurt won't mind making out with me in your room on your bed." Blaine smirked, pulling his phone from his pocket. Puck detached himself from Rachel and sat up abruptly.

"You wouldn't," Puck said, glaring at Blaine who had his phone firmly in his hand.

"Get off my bed," Blaine argued, and when Puck remained firm, Blaine shrugged his shoulder and hit the call button. Rachel and Quinn watched as the two boys continued with their stare off, neither one of them refusing to back down.

"Hey Kurt!" Blaine grinned, "Yeah, we're pretty much finished up here…yeah, about that, change of plan, my room is occupied right now, so meet me in Puck's room."

"Okay, you win!" Puck shouted, taking Rachel by the hand and pulling her from the bed, "You can have your bed back." Blaine grinned as he watched Puck leave his room, with Rachel quickly following behind him, barely having the time to wave to Blaine or Quinn. Blaine laughed as he closed the door behind him and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

"Don't you say goodbye anymore," Quinn asked and Blaine laughed at her.

"I called to check my balance," he told her, "But he didn't have to know that, did he?"