Author's Note: Hey y'all! It's a later than usual update, I know! And I'm sorry for it! So, here it is! I finally remembered the original version of this story that got deleted when my USB got broken. Yikes! Thanks for the alerts and favorites and reviews!

Chapter 11: "God's Plan"

They sat together in a coffee shop, but neither spoke. He watched her reddy eyes that flowed with endless tears. He realized that she wasn't like other girls when she cries. She doesn't make those muffled cries that make their words inaudible. But her face just stays like that, wide-eyed with matching sea water-like tears everywhere. Her lips trembles a bit, but not like those people with epilepsy. He wanted to comfort her, but he had nothing else to say.

"Noah," she suddenly breaks the silence. He made a short humming sound, without really processing the reason for his actions. "I—" she pauses to stifle a cry, "I—I can't—" [TRIES TO SWALLOW HER CRIES] "I don't understand why this is happening to me!" [SWALLOWS]

He sighed. He hated crying chicks, hated each and every one of them. But not her; never her! He can learn to hate Rachel Berry, but it still wouldn't be the same. "Babe, it's okay. You'll get another one." He held her hand that was lying on the table top.

But with much force, she shook it away. "You don't get it! This is my life! Broadway; the stage; the spotlight; it's my dream!"

"But are you happy with it? Honestly? Do you enjoy it?" He demanded. Her crying suddenly halted to a stop as her face dulled down. Shit! She looks like crap! He thought. He handed her some tissue paper that she willingly took. She blew her nose and slowly moved her head up and down. "It does hurt to see Jesse, I admit, but I've come a long way. I started small and am now where I deserve to be. I am happy, and I would do everything to be back to where I was just hours before Roxy came to ruin my dreams."

Puck's eyes looked to the left and he knew that something must be done, and he is the solution. He needed to find Roxy and talk to her.

"Rach, do you see this?" he asked, raising the pendant that lay on his neck.

"Yeah. It's a Jewish necklace. I have one, too." She raised her own. "My dads told me that it used to beShelby's. Well, that explains why the initials carved were 'SC'." She paused, "It's the only thing I have left of her. Well, this and the glass she gave me." Puck winced at the name of the woman that adopted his baby. "Why?"

"This was my dad's. It's the only part of him that I have left," he frowned, "He never carved his initials, so I carved mine. But still, whenever I needed courage, I kinda get by just holding it to my chest." He trapped the pendant in a fist.

Rachel looked at him," What's your point, Noah?"

Puck sighed, "Even if my deadbeat father is, well, deadbeat, he still helped me get to where I am right now. Maybe the people we meet along life have their rightful reasons to leave us. Maybe it was God's plan for Roxy to fire you."

"But what good would that do?" she asked.

"I dunno. Maybe it's just for the better."

She sighed, "I hope so."

Puck gave his spiritual necklace one last look and said, "Here. You can have it." He handed her the necklace. "I figured it'll help you to remember me by."

Whatta think? It's kind of a "nothing much happened" chapter, but I just thought you guys might like a PB moment. Review please? =))