"Accidentally in Love" - Ch. 10: Total Eclipse of the Heart

Summary: Quinn wakes up after the accident and thinks it's sophomore year. She's dating Finn and Rachel's dating Puck. After some coaxing, they play along for the sake of Quinn's mental stability. A Puckleberry Fuinn fic.

Rating: M

Author's Note: So over a year ago I disappeared because I moved, got a new job, lost interest in Glee for a bit, and then a bunch of crazy stuff happened. But I was cleaning out files and came on across this, and decided I'm going to give you all what you wanted and finally finish this out. Expect the last few chapters over the next week or so!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. Seriously, or we would've had a Puckleberry + Santana and Kurt take NYC spin-off.

Rachel woke-up to the rays of sunlight sneaking through the curtains. Puck's arms were wrapped tightly around her, and if she was being honest, it felt like heaven. She just laid there enjoying it for a few minutes before Puck realized she was awake. He had woken up about a half hour ago and was just enjoying the blissfulness of having her wrapped in his arms.

"Mornin' Rach," he said, kissing her bare shoulder gently, hoping this time she didn't yell and kick him out.

"Morning Noah," she replied, turning around to face him and intertwining their legs.

"Have I mentioned how much I missed you calling me Noah?" he asked smiling.

Rachel laced her fingers with his, "I call you Noah, not just because I hate calling people by their last names, but because you're different with me," she said looking him straight in the eyes. It was probably way to early in the morning to go into a crazy Berry explanation but she wanted him to know. "Noah is the guy that took a slushie, quit football, sang his first solo, performed in a really stupid music video, staged a Barbara-vention, for me. Puckerman is for when you just annoy me, and Puck is well," she said, biting her lip and glancing down. "Puck is when you're being Puck."

"I always thought you just loved the Jew-ness of my name," Puck teased.

Rachel smiled, "Well, that too."

"I've said it before and I'll say it again. Finn, Jesse, any of those other guys...they'll never fully understand what it means to be a Jew," Puck said.

Rachel giggled. She loved their Jew-bonding. "Yeah, Finn got me a pig for Christmas or whatever."

Puck just shook his head, "That's so not Kosher. And you're vegan!"

"Tell me about it," Rachel said with a pout, "I just wanted bling."

Puck laughed, "Of course you did my little Jewish American Princess." Rachel unlocked their fingers to playfully punch him.

"You punch like a princess too," Puck teased, which led to Rachel trying to punch him again but Puck pinned her under him before she could. Puck smiled down at her before kissing her.

Five minutes later a knock came at the door, "Hey do you losers want to go get pancakes?" Santana yelled from the door.

"Yeah, give us 15 minutes," Puck yelled back, almost as if they had had this exchange before. Rachel didn't let it phase her though. She instead ran her fingers through his hawk.

"I don't want to leave this bed," Rachel said.

"If you're not remotely hungover from all that tequila, I might hate you," Puck teased.

"No, I could totally go for pancakes, I just don't want to face reality." Rachel said, biting her lower lip.

"We still have 15 minutes to enjoy," Puck said before bringing his lips down to hers. He knew what reality was out there. A reality in which, he may never get to kiss the hot little Jew under him again if she chose to stay with his best friend. Puck didn't want to think about that, so he decided to make these last 15 minutes count.

...

An hour later they had ordered their pancakes, and Rachel and Santana left Brittany and Puck at the table while they retreated to the bathroom for quick girl chat under the guise of Santana needing to throw-up.

"So, you gonna spill or what B? How was sex with the Puckasaurus?" Santana asked, sitting on the counter as Rachel fixed her hair in the mirror.

"He refused to sleep with me," Rachel said looking up at Santana.

"Come again?" Santana answered in disbelief, Puck slept with anything that was breathing and had boobs.

"He refused to sleep with me," Rachel said, biting her lip, "Until I'm his."

Santana sat in shock for a minute, "Wow, go Puckerman," was all she could muster.

Rachel slid down and sat on the floor, "I don't know what to do."

Santana twirled a strand of her hair mindlessly, "Well, you already clearly know how I feel about you and Finn," she said, eliciting an eye roll from Rachel, "But Puck's been in love with you since Sophomore year. The boy would do practically anything for you. And you're more you when you're with him, he doesn't suppress all your Berry-isms."

Rachel looked questioningly at Santana, "We don't make sense together."

"Yeah you do," Santana argued, "Do you realize that your relationship with Puck is the only one I ever respected? I fucked him when he was with Quinn, threwdown when he was with Mercedes and Lauren...trust me honey, that's saying something. Everyone sees the potential between you two."

Rachel massaged her temples, "This is so confusing."

They sat in silence for a moment. "So, you guys did fool around last night though right? Cause I definitely heard some moaning and 'yeah babys' coming from the guest room last night," Santana said, mostly because she wanted to see the girl squirm a little bit.

Rachel blushed. "So I'll take that as a yes," Santana said sliding off the counter. "Here's my question for you. Which one makes you feel sparks when you kiss, and just electrifies every nerve in your body?"

Rachel got up from the floor and smiled, "Is that how you knew you were into girls, no guy ever made you feel like that?"

"No one's touch ever lit me up like Brittany's does," Santana admitted while tossing her hair back in a messy bun. "Listen Berry, whichever guy you end up with, even if it's neither of them, don't let them change you. I like this Rachel Berry, the one that's being real and not trying to just get everyone to like her."

"Thanks, that means a lot, especially coming from you," Rachel said with a laugh before embracing her new friend.

Rachel followed her friend back out to their table, thinking only about how easy it seemed with Puck and how electric it felt every time her touched her.

...

Rachel walked into her house, wanting nothing more than to take a shower and curl up on the sofa to take a nap. However, she had seen Finn's car outside and reality struck her. Her brain was too jumbled and plagued with guilt to venture into the contemplation of whether he stayed over or just came by this morning to check on her.

Just as she went to head up the stairs she saw Finn walking out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

"Hey, um, your dads made waffles. I'm just heading out," he said, nodding with his head that they could talk outside. "How was Santana's?" Finn continued once Rachel had followed him outside.

"Good, uh, how was your date?" Rachel said, feeling a lump forming in her throat.

"Good," Finn said, also glancing downwards, "So um, see you at school tomorrow?"

"No," Rachel answered, "I'm on Quinn-sitting duty tomorrow. Mercedes and I had to switch because she has a Biology lab tomorrow." They had created a schedule rotating who would stay home and hang out with Quinn each day for the next week. Mr. Schuester and Sue had gotten them excused from their classes on the day Rachel had assigned each of them.

"Oh," Finn said blankly.

"Well, I'll uh text you later," Rachel said giving him a quick peck on the lips before heading back inside.

Rachel closed the door and fell back against it. What kind of mess have I gotten myself into, she asked herself.