You guys really wanted a sequel! So here it is! Puckleberry getting back togetherrrr. :) Ahah I love you all. Stay beautiful!
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Mike couldn't have been more correct in his assumption that Puck would be ostracized from the Gleeks. The mohawked teenager had sauntered into the choir room, only to be met with glares and a very angry fashionista.
Kurt jabbed his finger at Puck's chest and spoke, punctuating each word with a sharp poke, "What in the name of Gucci is your problem? We all know that Mike and Rach have a sibling relationship. Just like Brit and San. And we accept it. But you apparently had a bad night and decided that the proper response would be to take it out on your innocent girlfriend. Look at her, Puck. Really look at her."
And he did. The boy turned his gaze to Rachel and his eyes softened. The small brunette was wrapped in Brittany's arms with red-rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks. Her hair was falling out of its messy bun and she wore gym shorts and one of Mike's old sweatshirts. Now that he had calmed down, the Asian's friendship with the girl didn't bother Puck. And unsurprisingly, neither did the linked hands. It just made him smile.
"I messed up."
"Yeah," Santana quipped, "You did." She strode towards him and pointed a perfectly manicured fingernail in his face, "You let your old self takeover and look what you did to Rach in the process. She's used to Noah. She loves Noah. Not Puck, not the jock that makes out with Cheerios."
Puck nodded thoughtfully, "How do I fix it?"
"You don't," Artie added harshly. His voice was filled with anger and disgust towards the mohawked teen. "You don't do anything, you don't even go near Rachel unless you can get rid of that jerk part of you for good. She's been hurt enough, Puckerman, and you screwing up again might just break her. She was at my house last night, sobbing until three in the morning. She's my best friend and seeing her cry physically hurts me. The only way to get her to stop was Brittany."
They all looked to the tall blond dancer as she rocked her sobbing diva back and forth and hummed quietly in her ear. Her fingers ran through the girl's hair and calmed her slowly.
"She knows how Rachel's mind works. It's like how Rach comes to me if she is angry or how Wheels knows what she needs whenever she needs it. Brit knows what she's thinking." Santana commented, smiling at her two best friends. "But he's right, Puck, you have to be in this all the way or we aren't letting you near her. She's special."
Puck frowned, "I love her. I love her more than I've ever loved anyone and I'm not giving her up. I messed up big time, I know that. But I can't let her go. She makes me want to be a better person. She's the best thing in my life."
Kurt nodded, "Go get your girl, Puckerman."
The teenager nodded and hurried up the bleachers until he could crouch in front of his girlfriend, "Baby?"
Rachel looked up at him with tearstained cheeks and watery eyes, "What did I do wrong, Noah? I would never cheat on you. But you kissed that Cheerio."
"I know, baby, I know I did. And I am so sorry. So sorry. I was just stressed and I saw you and Mike and it made me angry. And I know you guys are closer than sibling, I know that. But it just made me snap. And I grabbed the cheerleader. But I swear to you, you are the most important thing to me and I would never do anything like that to you again."
"But what if you get stressed again? Will my friendship with Artie make you snap? Or Sam? Or even Blaine?" The brunette asked with her eyebrows knitted together.
Puck reached out and cupped her face in his hands gently, "I promise that if I'm stressed I'll talk to you about it or keep my cool around you. You mean far too much to me for my idiot self to screw it all up."
Rachel sighed and looked down at her lap, "I forgive you. But I can't forget. I don't trust you. Not yet."
"I understand. I love you so much, Rach." He leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek, tasting the salt from her tears on his lips after he pulled away. She smiled hesitantly at him and leaned back into Brittany's arms.
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