Aaaaaaaaaaand here we go with chapter 15. I hope you all enjoy. :) Also, this chapter's a little OOC with Rachel. I hope you don't mind. Puck brings out the best in her.

After glee practice the next day, Rachel and Quinn were standing in the hallway, talking about Mr. Schuster's sister, who had paid another quick visit to rehearsal that day. "No, I bet she's actually a really good singer," Rachel said, running a hand through her hair. "Even if she's not really related to Mr. Schue."

Quinn nodded. "Yeah, agreed. And she's really pretty, too. She reminds me of an actress, but I can't place who…"

"Blair from Gossip Girl," Rachel filled in for her, pulling chap stick out of her back pack.

"Yes, exactly!"

"She's hot," Puck said from behind the blonde and she turned around, hitting him lightly on the chest. "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I am. Rachel's coming over, though." He arched his eyebrow at her. "Don't look at me like that. Currently, I'm the woman of the house, and as we live in a matriarchal household, I am saying she's coming over."

The two girls smiled and linked arms as Puck stood there, watching them as they walked away. "A matriwhosal whathold?" he said, following after them confusedly.

They all walked over to Puck's truck, climbing in and snuggling together on the front. Both Rachel and Quinn had squashed themselves onto the passenger seat and Puck rolled his eyes, pulling out of the parking lot as Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel for warmth. Puck could hear their teeth chattering together and he reached out, turning on the heat and angling the vents toward the two girls.

"I hope you two don't mind, we have to pick up Joey from a friend's house," Puck said, turning left at the town center, instead of right, which was how he usually got to his house from the school. They just nodded, unable to say anything. "Why is it that you two are cold and I'm not?"

"You're-r wea-aring t-t-wo-o j-jacket-ts," Quinn stuttered out, her teeth still chattering loudly. Rachel nodded again, agreeing with the blonde and Puck smirked, glad he had planned ahead in the morning.

Soon, they pulled into the driveway of Josephine's friend's house and Puck hopped out of the truck, leaving the heat on. He walked up and rang the doorbell, rocking back and forth on his feet until the door opened. A short boy with static-y hair was standing there, his shirt wrinkled as he looked up at Puck with wide eyes.

"Hey, Freddy, my man," Puck said, high fiving the toddler.

"Mah man," the little kid said back, his hand smacking against Puck's palm, which was bigger than the stretch of his fingers.

Puck laughed. "Your girlfriend around?" The blonde kid nodded then scurried off, his mother taking his place. "Hello, Mrs. Lewis. How was she?"

"Joey was good. She and Freddy had a snack when they got home, but she's been complaining about being hungry for the last half hour, so I think dinner is definitely a good idea when she gets home. She's also been yawning at least every five minutes," Mrs. Lewis said, looking down when Joey popped up from behind the tall woman's legs. One of the straps from her overalls was unbuckled and her pigtails were falling out of the elastics. "They also played wrestling for quite a long time. Your sister's quite the professional."

"I sat on Freddy's head!" she said proudly, putting her sneakers on as well as her coat.

Puck knelt down and fixed her hair as well as her overalls before laughing once. "Well, that's great, Jo, but, did you say sorry? Because you know that sitting on someone's head is only something you do when you absolutely need to."

Joey turned around and faced her friend. "Sorry, Freddy."

Puck nodded and then picked Joey up, balancing her on his hip. "Better… Well, thanks for watching her, Mrs. Lewis."

"Anytime," Mrs. Lewis said, giving Puck and Josephine a big smile. "Have a good night."

"You too." Puck looked down at Freddy. "I'll see you tomorrow, my brotha."

The two of them high fived again. "I'll see you tomorrow, too, mah brotha."

And then Puck and Joey turned around and headed back to the truck, where Rachel and Quinn were talking in the front seat. Puck set Joey in the back seat, waiting to close the door until she had secured herself in her car seat. Once he was in the driver's seat, he turned the radio on and pushed a CD into the slot. Instantly, a mix of Princess and the Frog, Tangled, and other Disney songs came on, and Joey started singing along in the back seat.

"What are we going to have for dinner?" Quinn asked, her stomach growling along with her words. "I'm starving."

Puck pressed his lips together as he thought. "Hmm… Well, it's gotta be vegetarian, right, Berry?" Rachel nodded, pushing her hair out of her face. "Why don't we just order Chinese? That way Quinn can have all her foods and there's still some vegetarian stuff, too."

The two girls nodded. "Sounds good to me," Rachel said, bouncing her head along with Goin' Down The Bayou, one of Ray The Firefly's songs.

All of a sudden, a high pitched scream filled the car, making Rachel and Quinn slap their hands over their ears. "Whoa!" Puck said, the car jerking to the side slightly when her scream flew into his ears. "Hole crap! Josephine, stop screaming." The car suddenly fell silent and Puck pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car in park. He turned around and faced his sister, who now had tears trailing down her face.

She was sobbing loudly, managing to say, "I forgot Ray," as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand sloppily.

"Where did you have him last? Freddy's house?" She nodded. "Then we'll go back to Freddy's house, okay? Just stop crying, baby."

But, she continued to cry, shrieks occasionally filling the car. Her face was turning gradually more and more red and soon Puck climbed out of the car and opened her door, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. Then she reached her little arms forward, hugging her brother as she cried into his shoulder.

"Hey, baby, are you gonna be okay?" She sniffed and looked up at him. "Can you calm down for me?"

After a moment, Joey nodded and Puck kissed her forehead before he got back in his seat, looking at her in the rearview mirror as her sniffling quieted and she started hiccupping. Puck looked at Quinn and Rachel, but they were just having a quiet conversation about how the baby had just kicked, Puck giving them an unnoticed grateful look as they made a U-Turn and drove back to Freddy's house. Soon after she calmed down, Joey went back to singing the Disney songs as if nothing had happened and as if she hadn't just thrown a temper tantrum while they were on the road. Only fifty seconds of A Whole New World played before Puck found himself singing along.

A whole new world

A dazzling place I never knew

But when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear

That now I'm a whole new world with you

Rachel and Quinn looked at each other for a moment, but then shrugged and sang along with the two siblings.

Unbelievable sights,

Indescribable feelings

Soaring, tumbling, free-wheeling

Through an endless diamond sky

Suddenly, Puck made a sharp turn into Freddy's driveway and put the car in park, running up to the door. "We seem to have forgotten a very important firefly," they heard him say to Mrs. Lewis as soon as she opened the door. They saw her smile and reach next to her, producing the Ray the Firefly plush, which must have been sitting right next to the door. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll see you tomorrow."

Puck jogged back to the truck and climbed in, tossing the firefly to Joey, who smiled and hugged it tightly. "Are we all set now, or did you forget Sebastian there too?"

"Sebastian is at home," she said, buckling Ray into the seat next to her, making sure he was secure. "Okay… We can go."

With a salute, Puck pulled out of the driveway for the second time and headed home, this time without any interruptions at all.

At seven o'clock, after eating her dinner in front of the TV as she watched Pocahontas for the millionth time, Joey was asleep in her bed, tucked tightly under her Little Mermaid bed set. The three teenagers had waited to eat until she was asleep, and so with the cartons of Chinese food, a two liter bottle of Fanta, and a six pack of IBC root beer, they all gathered together in the TV room, The Simpsons playing quietly in the background.

As Rachel dug into her chicken free Lo Mein and Puck and Quinn chowed down on General Gao's Chicken, Puck looked up at the small brunette. "Sorry about what happened in the car," he said, taking a quick swig from the root beer bottle.

Rachel waved her fork at him before twisting some noodles around it. "Don't worry about it. It was no big deal."

"Joey does things her own way…"

"What do you mean?

"It's not like she has any social or emotional issues or anything, but whenever she feels like doing something, she'll just break out into a certain emotion." Rachel nodded slowly. "So, I just wanted to apologize. It's kind of… embarrassing."

Rachel's eyebrow rose. "Why is it embarrassing?'

He shrugged. "Well… It doesn't really matter where she is or what the situation is. If she wants something or needs something, she'll just break down. And I know that happens with a lot of toddlers, but it takes a lot more to calm her down that it usually does for other kids. Once she gets something in her head, it takes a lot of effort to be able to calm her down."

"I know how that is."

Puck shook his head. "No, you don't."

"I do… I used to take care of my cousin. He had autism and so it was harder for him to be around other kids and get along with them. Whenever he wouldn't get something he wanted, he would just cry and cry and when you tried to calm him down to talk to him, he would try to hurt you. Like, he would scratch you or he would throw his toys at you." She pulled out a root beer and opened it, taking a quick sip. "But, I don't babysit him anymore."

Quinn sat forward. "Why, did something happen to him?"

Rachel's face fell. "Um, yes," she said quietly, looking at her carton of vegetarian Lo Mein. "Probably the worst thing that could happen to a little kid…"

"What?" the other two said together.

She looked up at them, and in a sorrow filled voice, she said, "He got older."

Puck looked at Rachel for a moment, then burst out laughing. "I approve of that, Rachel, well done." He tipped his bottle toward hers, making them clink together. "Highly approve."

The two of them lifted their bottles to each other and Rachel smiled. "Well, thank you," she said before the two of them drank from the root beer quickly.

Quinn smiled, watching as Puck and Rachel, for what seemed like the first time since they broke up, got along and were actually joking around with each other. She started at Puck for a moment, then Rachel. The two of them were just sitting there, laughing, before Rachel put her noodles on the coffee table and reached for a container of spring rolls.

"Hey," she said, getting up from the couch and going to the bookshelf that they had that was piled with DVDs. "You, uh, like horror movies, Puck?" Rachel smirked, scanning the three entire shelves that Puck had completely dedicated to scary movies.

He nodded, cutting an egg roll in half with his fork and shoving half into his mouth. "Mm-hmm…" he mumbled around the roll. "I love 'em." Rachel smiled and sat back on the couch. "What about you?"

She laughed. "Are you serious? I would die if I couldn't see a scary movie again."

Puck's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, really." Rachel nodded once, pulling a DVD off the shelf and reading the back. "Who directed the Scream series?"

"Wes Craven."

He nodded once. "Very good… In Nightmare on Elm Street, what was the name of the killer, and what did he use?"

Rachel snorted. "That's easy. Freddy Krueger, and he had gloves with knives on them."

"In Carrie, how did she kill her mother?"

She sat back down on the couch and picked up a carton of spring rolls. "She did the St. Joseph crucifix and nailed her to the wall with kitchen knives."

"I am impressed." She shrugged, acting like it was no big deal. "What do you like better, Scream or Friday the 13th?"

"Scream, all the way," she said, taking a bite from a spring roll. "No question about it."

He nodded. "Why?" he asked, taking the spring roll she had offered him.

Rachel licked her lips as the thought, taking another bite of her food. "Because, it's more like… Instead of a possessed person or someone who's gone crazy, it's just people trying to get revenge for the awful life they had…"

"Very true. Like it was said in the forth one, 'It's not zombies or aliens or little Asian ghost girls."

"'There's something real about a guy with a knife who just… snaps'," Rachel finished for him and he smiled. Puck turned and held out his fork to Quinn, which had beef and broccoli on it. She leaned forward and took the bite just as he said. "Scream order?"

"I don't know... I like the forth one… I think the order for me would be, like, tie for first and fourth, then second and third."

Puck nodded as took another sip from his soda. "Mm, agreed. But you know what I like?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Nightmare on Elm Street."

"Ooh, me too."

He grinned. "You know… I think I've got the Nightmare movies in my room somewhere. If I find them, care to watch?"

Rachel grinned. "Do you even have to ask?" she said and he smirked, getting up from the couch and walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

After a moment, Rachel looked over to Quinn, who was staring at her, mesmerized. "Wow, Rachel," she said, giving her an approving look. "I'm impressed."

"What?"

"Aside from me, Puck has never had anything in common with a girl before. All the relations he's ever had with someone were sex. You actually talk to him."

The brunette scoffed. "That is not true. I'm sure Noah has other things in common with other girls." Quinn shook her head. "Well, whatever."

Quinn laughed. "Seriously, you talk to him, Rachel. Doesn't happen often. Or ever, really."

"It's true," Puck said, walking back into the room with the DVDs in his hand. "Next thing you're going to tell me is that you're obsessed with Call of Duty and Halo." Rachel looked at the floor, then up at him, blushing slightly. "Wait, you're actually obsessed with video games?" She nodded. "I think I just found my new best friend," he said as he put the first Nightmare on Elm Street movie into the DVD player, turned off the lights and settled himself on the couch. "Alright, let's start this thing," he said, turning the TV on and grabbing a random carton from the coffee table and opening it. "I love this movie."

Rachel leaned into the couch. "Agreed."

Quinn looked at them both. "You guys scare me."

Puck snorted. "Ha, of course we do, Quinn. It's our job."

"Just promise me one thing, Rachel." She looked at her friend at the other end, who was running a hand over her baby bump. "Promise that you won't turn into a female version of Puck."

At first, Rachel was silent, and when the TV screen turned black, she let out a menacing laugh. Then, Freddie Krueger's face flashed onto the screen and Rachel had a dark look on her face as she stared at Quinn. "Too late."

Quinn looked terrified. "Oh, God."
~*~

In glee rehearsal the next day, the glee club had gone back to talking about Mr. Schuster and Ms. Jenson and the relationship in question.

"Do you really think Mr. Schue would all of a sudden go for her, after he and Ms. Pillsbury broke up?" Mercedes said, pushing her bangs out of her eyes.

"Who knows," Santana said as she sat down next to Brittany. "He's Mr. Schuster. And he just got out of being in an awful marriage to the town's craziest woman. Don't you think he'd try to go for as many women as possible to try to make up for all the years of meaningless sex he missed?"

Quinn rolled her eyes as Brittany spoke. "Maybe she's selling him hair gel. Or turtles."

"Really? Turtles?"

"Why not?" she said to Puck, twirling her hair around on her finger.

Puck sighed. "Why do we even care about this anyway?" he said, his wrists resting on the back of his chair as he sat in it backwards. "It's not like it affects us in anyway."

"That's where you're wrong my friend," Mike said from one row up, and Puck tilted his head up to look at the lanky boy in front of him. "If Mr. Schuster starts to have another woman, instead of Mrs. Crazypants, then he's going to change. When he was with his old wife, that made him wicked uptight. It was like someone stuck a fire poker up his ass that no one was allowed to remove. Ms. Pillsbury, for the short time they were together, made him try to fix everything because he was trying to fix her. Imagine what Ms. Jenson will do to him. It'll be freaking doomsday."

Tina looked up at him. "Why is that?"

Mike crossed his ankles and stroked his chin. "Mr. Schuster is used to being in charge. So is Ms. Jenson. Soon, it'll become a battle between them, and whenever he's around us, well… That can only mean that we're the punching bag and he's the boxer."

"You can't possibly know that. Maybe that won't happen… Maybe they'll get along," Quinn said to him, readjusting her headband.

Finn, who had been silent for most of this conversation, finally spoke up. "I say we just stay out of it. We don't even know if they're dating."

"I bet they are," Kurt said, taking off his top hat and placing it on the toe of his shoe as he crossed his legs at the knee. "I've been wondering whether or not they would, and I think it's about time they did, just so they can realize that it's the stupidest idea ever."

Mercedes shook her head. "I completely agree. They wouldn't work together, even if you ignored the fact that they would try to control each other. It would be like oil and water."

"Can't we just let it go?" Puck said, letting his head fell onto his hands.

Finn sighed. "Yeah, I agree."

"Fine… We'll just stay quiet and not talk about it," Kurt said, facing forward, as did the rest of the glee club.

Everyone mumbled something in agreement and they all did their one thing, Mercedes and Kurt filing their nails while Quinn and Puck started texting Rachel to see where she was. It was silent. They could all hear the clock ticking. After a while, you could hear Santana quietly count the seconds, starting all over again when a new minute started. Finn was wrapping a strand of string around his finger tightly before unwinding it. Matt started tapping out a drumbeat and next to him, Mike was playing Tic Tac Toe with himself on the tips of his Converse sneakers in Sharpie. Brittany started humming the Tellitubbies theme song.

"But, what if they are dating?" Kurt finally said and everyone groaned, complaining.

Then, all of a sudden, Rachel came running into the choir room, a flustered look on her face. She wasn't wearing her flats, they were being clutched in each hand, as well as now crumpled sheet music, and she was as wide eyed as a deer in the headlights. "You guys… You'll never guess what I just saw," she said, standing in front of them by the piano, which she had put her shoes and papers onto.

"What did you see?" Mike said, patting the plastic chair in the center of them all.

Rachel went and sat down, everyone turned to face her as they leaned in to listen. "Well, I was walking down the hallway on my way to glee club…"

Rachel was walking down the hall to glee club, humming You Can't Stop The Beat softly to herself as her flats pattered on the linoleum floor. She was absentmindedly shuffling through the sheet music she had in her hand, not really paying attention to her surroundings as she rounded a corner, but then she saw two shadows and quickly, she backed up, hiding behind the wall.

"You've got to be quiet," an all too familiar voice said as he shushed the woman who was giggling softly. "You never know who could be here."

As slowly as she could, Rachel subtly popped her head around the corner to see who it was. She couldn't see faces, but she recognized those suede boots anywhere. "Listen, Will, I've got to take off. I have some casting to do, but what if we met later for dinner?"

Rachel's jaw dropped and she silently gasped as she continued to watch. "Definitely. I've got some papers to grade after the glee practice is over, so why don't we meet at Hamilton's for a very late, romantic dinner?"

The woman's silhouette nodded and leaned forward to press her lips against the now confirmed Mr. Schuster's. "Of course. I'll see you then."

Then she broke away and revealed herself as Ms. Jenson as she walked toward where Rachel was standing.

"Oh, dear," the teenager whispered to herself, and then she took her flats off and ran silently, in her socks, the same direction she came in, taking the long way to the choir room so as not to cross paths with the secretive couple who had, right in front of her eyes, become not so secretive anymore.

"Oh, my God…" Quinn said, her eyebrows raising. "I can't believe it… They're actually together."

Mike nodded. "So, it is true, ladies and gents… So. It. Is. True."

I'm not sure what to say about this chapter. It's a chapter that's needed obviously, but it's neither cliffy, or bad in the sense that something bad happened, or good in the same sense as bad. I just don't know what to say. Review though, and tell me what you think.