Author's Note: Here is the 10th Chapter of Secret Crush! Thank you for all those you viewed, read and reviewed. Viewed + read = reviewed! Lol. I know, I is lame. Haha.

Btw, I'd like to thank JasonDragon64 for basically reviewing on every chapter posted. You rock, man!

Anyway, enjoy this slightly short chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. This is from an RP I was in. So there are 2 POVs. Please bear with me. I just love me some Puckurt.

When Rachel heard through the grapevine that Puck was in the hospital, she swore her stomach sank more than she'd ever felt before. Her first thought was questioning his well-being; her second was how much she could not believe Karofsky; and her third was that Noah Puckerman was a deadman for not telling her this bit of information. Stab wound or not, he should have been on the phone with her, she decided.

Grape slushie in hand, cell phone in the other, she questioned the first nurse she found about Puck's whereabouts. She navigated through the hospital's rather confusing halls (she did not approve of this), up a flight of stairs, and down another hall before she found his room. Rachel was on a mission.

"Noah Puckerman," Rachel stated harshly as she entered the room, brow furrowed. "I swear, if you die on me…" What? You'll never hear the end of it? I'll bring you back to life to fully convey my anger at dying in the first place? I'll never forgive you? Rachel paused, glancing over him and her demeanor softened. "Are you okay?"

Puck was alone in his hospital room, watching some lunatic driving his car on a brick wall. And he was enjoying every minute of that show. He remembered what he did with the ATM and wished he had a footage of it to send it to the makers of the show.

He was alone since he sent his boyfriend home and 'present' himself to his dad. Puck didn't want any trouble with Burt that he would think that he's making his son his hospital slave. But role playing that with Kurt would be totally hot and awesome.

Puck's thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice that came in his room. He furrowed his eyebrows at his fellow Jew who had a slushie in one hand and suddenly change her demeanor after a few seconds, pausing. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just a small cut on my abs." He shrugged his shoulders and returned his attention back to the television. "How'd you know I was here, my Jewish princess?" Puck asked without looking at Rachel.

"A small cut, huh?" Rachel questioned disbelievingly as she walked over to the side of his hospital bed. She placed the slushie on the table near Puck and casually dropped the straw next to it, wordlessly offering it to him. Grape was her favorite flavor, he even knew that, and it seemed sort of natural and humorous to bring him one. It seemed to be their thing.

"Oh, I found out through the grapevine," she stated offhandedly. "You know, since someone neglected to inform me of recent happenings," Rachel sighed, noticing he was hardly paying her any attention anyway. She plopped down on the seat next to his bed and glanced up at the television.

It only took a few moments for her to wonder how such a silly show could capture his attention. Who drives a car on a wall, anyway? "How can you watch this?"

Puck saw through his peripheral vision that Rachel placed the slushie on the table next to his bed. Sure he loved throwing them at the gleeks before but he totally loved having brain freeze because of it. Of course by drinking it not by getting slushied. He was getting confused by the minute. "What the hell is a grapevine?"

Puck felt that he was the one Rachel was saying that neglected to tell her about what happened. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I was in surgery for six hours, I was asleep for almost two days and I didn't have a chance to call everyone and tell them what happened to me. I was assuming people will spread it to other people and those people who cared would just come to me." He said with one breath as he gasped for air when he was done. "Sorry. I was preoccupied." Puck took the slushie and started to drink it. "Thanks, Rach. And it's a cool show! I've done it already. Remember? Volvo, ATM, juvie." He said as he sipped.

"Cool. Grape. Your favorite flavor." Puck smiled and patted the space he made on the bed for Rachel. "Kurt said it's more comfortable up here. I don't want my Jewish American princess to have a sore ass." Puck laughed as he waited for Rachel to come sit with him.

Rachel rolled her eyes, watching as Puck rushed out a slew of words in a single breath. It would have impressed her if she wasn't capable of the same exact thing. "People will spread the news to other people… That's through the grapevine. It's an idiom, Noah," she sighed once he'd finished his mini-rant. "Now that you're done, I would just like to say that I'm glad you're okay."

She nodded at his Thanks and couldn't help but raise a brow at his response. Who drives a car on the wall, anyway? Oh, right, Noah Puckerman. "Of course, how could I forget," Rachel deadpanned, waving her hand airily in front of her. A smile curved her lips, though, as he recalled that grape was her favorite flavor.

"You know," Rachel started as she stepped toward his hospital bed, plopping down in the space he'd made for her. "I'm almost positive your level of badassness has increased tenfold due to this incident," she laughed lightly, after emphasizing the word 'badassness.' She was sure it wasn't a word nor was she prone to cursing, but it was Puck she was talking to—one of the few people who didn't judge her too harshly, if he did. "So, care to tell me the whole story?"

"Ohh. Didn't know it was an idiom. Wait. What's an idiom again?…" He thought for a second. "Nevermind." Puck's face scrunched up a little but continued to watch his amazing show while sipping on his slushie. "Thanks. Good thing Karofsky didn't stab me hard. The doctor said if he stabbed me with a little more pressure, I'd be in critical condition right now. I even had a blood transfusion because I had minimal internal injuries because the stupid asshole kicked me a lot of times before stabbing me." He sighed softly.

Puck turned his head to look at Rachel, who was now lying right beside him on his bed. "Tenfold? Dude, I've been in a lot of fights and some of them I ended up worse than this that's why ma doesn't give a shit when I get hospitalized anymore. And I kind of liked the pain before because the nurses loved to take care of me but now.." Kurt suddenly flew in his mind. "I wish I didn't get stabbed because a person cried a lot for me." Puck shook his head and looked down at his drink.

"Well.. I tricked Karofsky into saying that he's gay. And I was right. He is gay and he likes Kurt. But who the hell hurts the person they like? Like literally. He injured Kurt's hand and Kurt had a lot of bruises so I told Karofsky to back off Kurt and we ended up having a fight. I asked Sam and Finn for help. Sam and I faced Karofsky while Finn was in charge of calling a teacher if it started to get messy. Karofsky punched me on the nose first then he kicked Sam in the nads then kicked him a few times when he was down." He paused and thought about his promise of Sam never getting hurt, sighing as it was broken. "Then I put Sam in the car so he wouldn't get hurt anymore while I confronted Karofsky. He wanted Kurt but I said no way. So our confrontation ended up with me in the hospital and him in juvie. Awesome, right?" Puck's tone in his question was sarcastic.

As she watched Puck's face scrunch up in minor confusion, she bit her bottom lip to keep the laughter that threatened to bubble up at bay. Her gaze finally wound up on the pointless television show as she relaxed into the bed, listening to Puck's words. She winced slightly once he mentioned being kicked repeatedly, and she felt her cheeks flush as anger toward Karofsky began to course through her veins. How Karofsky could be such a neanderthal absolutely boggled her mind.

Her eyes met his when he turned toward her, her expression transforming from one of anger and sadness to pure interest. She lifted a brow, her interest piqued at this mysterious person, but she didn't interrupt him just yet. His story was one that had her full attention, and she listened intently.

Rachel sighed heavily, placing a comforting hand on his arm as she looked up at him. For once, Rachel Berry was speechless because so much had happened and if she was overwhelmed, she could only imagine how Puck was feeling. She also figured that he'd had to recount the story to every person who had visited, and she took a chance at assuming he was done talking about it. She squeezed his arm gently, almost afraid of hurting him. "You're a good guy, you know that?" And he was, even if he was too badass to admit it. He was protective and supportive—he made sure Sam was safe while he was out defending someone's honor. Kurt's honor.

Wait.

"Oh. Oh," She pursed her lips, thinking. "You and Kurt," she said knowingly.

Puck smiled, still looking at his Jewish friend. "Thanks." He kept his smile as he leaned back on his bed. Puck appreciated that Rachel told him he's a good guy because in the past few years, he was a big ass douche even a bigger douche than Karofsky ever was. And he was ashamed of it.

Puck pursed his lips, trying not to laugh, as Rachel said her last statement. "Yeah, me and Kurt. What's wrong?" He slightly turned his head to the side to look at Rachel. "Is there a problem?" Puck raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response from the brunette.

Rachel returned the smile with one of her own and a tiny shrug. "No need to thank me for simply stating the truth, but you're welcome," she replied as she repositioned herself slightly next to Puck, finding a more comfortable position.

"Oh, please," the brunette raised a brow to match his, getting into full-on ramble mode. "I have two gay dads, Noah, and I've even thought about the possibility of my getting involved with a member of the same sex, if you're insinuating that that would be the problem. I haven't seen you two together, but I'm sure you two make a wonderful couple," she breathed, reaching for the remote beside Puck. She flipped through the channels absentmindedly. "The only problem, per se, is that this is yet another aspect of your life in which you have neglected to inform me of!" Rachel sighed dramatically, teasing.

"Woah. Woah. Woah." Puck put up his free hand to get Rachel's attention. "What did you say?" He was a shocked at Rachel's revelation to him. "You've been thinking of hooking up with another girl? Damn, Berry!" Puck was excited to hear more about this thought of Rachel. He was looking forward to seeing her kissing another chick. That would be so fucking hot. Puck thought as he licked his lips. "Since when have you been thinking about this?! You neglected on telling me this too!" He started to smile goofily as he daydreamed about Rachel getting it on with another hot chick right in front of him. Puck shook his head and turned his attention back to the brunette. "So who have you been having your eyes on?" He quirked his eyebrows as he sipped on the remaining of his slushie.

NEXT CHAPTER: Kurt and Puck receive good news from the doctor!