Thank you so much for the reviews and story alerts guys! And I apologize for the lack of updating, my laptop crashed; so its just been dropping on a friend's laptop, or mom's desktop to update LOL. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Noah Puckerman bitterly turned off his computer; he had been looking for ways to stonewall his dad from getting anywhere near him or his family. So far there had been no luck. He couldn't shake the images from his past where he would see his Dad freaking out because he hadn't had a hit of drugs for a few days. Noah growled, and grabbed his keys; he needed to get away for a while. Before he could storm out of his house, his cell phone started to go off. From the Sweet Caroline ring tone, he immediately knew that it was Rachel. "Hey Rache," he murmured, answering his phone.

"Hi Noah," she took a deep breath, and he knew a long winded speech was about to erupt from her mouth. "I was doing some meticulous research about divorces, and abandonment, which there is an astonishing-,"

"Rachel…honey," he whispered huskily. He was trying not to be mean to her; in all honesty he just wanted a break. He appreciated everything she was doing, but maybe just a day alone with her would get his mind off of things.

"What's wrong Noah?" she questioned, noticing the tone of his voice.

"Nothing babe," he lied, "are you busy right now?" he questioned softly. He heard rustling in the background, and then Rachel's voice appeared on the other line.

"Not anymore," she said to him.

"Good…I'm going to come pick you up ok?" he questioned.

"Alright…" before he could hang up she stopped him by whispering, "Noah…I love you," hearing that from her, made him calm down slightly.

"Love you too Rache," he closed his cell phone. He walked down the stairs and found his mother humming to his little sister. It was nice to see his mom getting back to normal. "Hey Mom," he called out softly; trying not to disturb his little sister. "I'm going out with Rachel for a while," Rebecca looked to her son.

"Ok Noah," she said to him. "Noah…" she whispered, heading over to him. "I know you have been stressing out, but when you are with Rachel…please try and relax?" she questioned. He nodded his head, and she smiled. "Alright, if you need anything we will be home ok?"

"Thanks Ma," he mumbled, pulling his surprised his mother into a hug. "I'll see you later," he smiled, and then headed over towards his truck. He slowly started to find himself calming down and looking forward to seeing his girlfriend. She had this insane ability to make him be him, and he knew he had this calming effect on her. As he slowed down to the front of her house, he saw a couple of guys in front of her house. He opened up the door, and walked over to the guys. "What are you doing?" he questioned, and he saw them with eggs and toilet paper. "Get the fuck out of here!" he growled, scaring off the group of teens. He was shaking; he was barely resisting the urge to go after them to beat the ever living crap out of them. Noah took a deep breath, and headed towards the front of the house. He rang the doorbell, and he heard something behind the door. "Rachel…" Noah softly called out. The door was thrown open, and Rachel pulled him inside. "Babe…what's wrong?" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her.

"I…" she sighed, and snuggled into him. As he inhaled, it smelt like she had just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was damp.

"What did they do to you?" he questioned, feeling a bigger anger fueling inside of him than when he saw his dad.

"It's nothing Noah," she said, pulling away from his embrace. He shook his head, and burying her body against his. "Noa-,"

"Rachel, don't you dare lie to me," he mumbled, "Please…" she nodded her head, and looked up to his face.

"They threw some eggs-," she shuddered, not wanting to think about the unborn babies that were supposed to come out of it.

"They aren't going to hurt you ever again," he promised, running his hands through her hair. He wished that he was there earlier, to save her from this. "Well…I was going to suggest going out for food or something-,"

"Let's do that," she whispered. "Let's just do something to get my mind off of this…please?" she questioned. He finally nodded his head, but kept his arms encircled around her. "Really I'm alright," she whispered, running her hands up and down his tense back. He was still resisting the urge to hunt down the people that hurt his girl. Rachel reached up and cupped his face in her hands. She pulled him down, and pressed a kiss to his lips. He let out a sigh through his nose, and finally felt some of the stress leaving him.

"I'm sorry Rache," he murmured. "So what do you want to do?" he questioned, trying to get his mind off of his and her problems. She suddenly pulled him towards her couch, and they sat down. Was they were settled on the couch, he found himself content holding her in his arms.

"What's going on with you?" she questioned, noticing the silence.

"Let's not talk about this right now," he murmured, running a hand through her long locks. She looked up at him, and was about to open her mouth. "Babe…I promised that we wouldn't talk about what was bugging-,"

"I'm sorry," she apologized, looking downwards. He didn't like the uncomfortable silence around them, and he knew that maybe if he opened up he'd feel better. It wasn't like they'd do anything else until Rachel felt better or was in help mode.

"Don't worry about it," he murmured, brushing his lips across her forehead. "With everything going at school, the looks we…I…get from everyone and my dad coming back…" he sighed lowly. "It's just been building up," instead of one of her classic Rachel Berry speeches, she moved up to his embrace. She placed a kiss on his lips, and tightened her arms around him. "Then those assholes throwing-,"

"Well you scared them off before they could really unload on me or the house," she whispered, "and I'm better that you are here," that made him smile, and she snuggled against him. "I'm glad that you're here," she murmured.

"Me too," he admitted softly. "You're the only girl for the Puckerone," he murmured with a smirk.

"Don't know where I would be without your guns," she laughed, placing a hand on one of his biceps. He felt at peace for the first time in a long time. He tightened his arms around her.

"Babe…" he mumbled, "I have been so worried about my dad coming back to get custody of us just to start stealing money again," he felt himself stiffen as he thought about his past. "But in the far back of my mind, I am wondering if he really was back for us,"

"There is only one way to find out," she whispered, "maybe you could talk to him,"

"If…if I do talk to him," he murmured, running his hands through her hair, "could…could you be there?" he questioned. She wasn't expecting this reaction at all from him; he wasn't mad just being open and honest with her.

"Of course," she said to him. Her body was suddenly crushed against his, and his lips were pressed on top of hers.

"Thank you," he kept thanking her in between kisses. "I love you so much Rache," he murmured.

"Love you too," she mumbled against his lips. He felt so blessed to have her in his life, and now that things were better in his life, he was starting to strive for better things.

"So...do you want to stay here?" he questioned, "we could go out for a little while," he offered. She shook her head; she was content just staying home today. A part of her could have sworn that Jesse St. James was apart of the crowd that had tossed eggs at her. She didn't want to mention it to her boyfriend until she knew for sure.

"I'm going to go make us some lunch," Rachel said, hopping out of his arms. Before he could snake her back in, Noah heard the doorbell ring. She looked at him, fear entering her eyes once more.

"I'll get it," he promised, "It's ok," he smiled reassuringly, and then opened up the front door. He saw a couple guys running away; there was a box on her porch. He looked through the box to make sure that there wasn't anything in the box to hurt her. Looks like he was going to have to bring out his guns again. Ever since her car got vandalized, he had made sure that there was a school-wide ban on ever hurting Rachel or Glee ever again.

"Noah?" she questioned, hanging a couple feet behind the door.

"It's ok babe," he said over his shoulder. "They're gone," He offered up his hand and gently brought her to the door. Her body relaxed, "Do…do you want to see what's in the box?" he questioned. She bit her lip; she wasn't sure what she would find in there. "I can throw it out if you want," he offered.

"No…bring it inside," she murmured reluctantly. He shook his head, and picked up the box, and brought it into the living room. "I just…" she cleared her voice after it appeared shaky, "I just made some sandwiches," Noah carefully put the box on the coffee table, and then walked back to his girlfriend. He embraced her, and kissed her on the lips. He suddenly brought her into his arms. "Noah," she squealed, and he smirked. He pressed his lips against hers.

"Much better," he pulled away, and she seemed much more relaxed. "Let's…lets just ignore the box today," he whispered. She shook her head, and tried to approach the box.

"It's better to get over with," she assured him, giving his arm a squeeze. He reluctantly followed her to the living room again, and she began searching through the box. As she looked through the box, she found a picture of a baby. She felt the color drain from her face; she would know that'd baby face anywhere.

"Rachel?" Noah questioned softly. She walked towards the little shrine of Rachel her dads' had set up. She found an identical picture of herself, but not in a woman's arms. "Babe…" he whispered, as she began to shake.

"Why…why after all this time does she want to reach out?" she questioned. He gently turned her around, and brought her gaze to his.

"Who?" he questioned, lightly rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

"My biological mother," she said, showing Noah the picture of a newborn Rachel being held by her mother.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter :D