A.N.: Chapter 11 is all new now, thanks! On a side note, apparently unshed isn't a word?

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Puck sat in front of the door to the old science wing with his buff arms folded across his chest.

"Sorry, Princess. You'r not leaving. Queen Quinn's orders." He shrugged and leaned back coolly.

"I-" Rachel was about to say her rebuttal but," Why am I a princess but Quinn gets to be a queen?" She quirked an eyebrow. Puck laughed at her indignation.

"Please, don't even try it. Everyone knows I call you my Jewish American Princess. This time, I just cut off the Jewish American part. Besides, Quinn's scary as fuck and rules this place with an iron fist and tongue. It's that simple." The pint sized diva huffed.

"Noah! I would appreciate if you could kindly act like the badass you always claim to be and disobey Quinn! I really don't want to be here." She was pretending to cry now.

"Okay, first, where's your Grammy? Because that was some world class acting. And second, you're not the only one that doesn't want to be here. I have a whole school full of lames that I could be torturing." He got a really shocked look in return.

"What now?"

"How did you know I was faking? I was using a good portion of my acting abilities there." The jock rolled his eyes.

"I feel like I always have to remind you that we did date. Even if it was for a short amount of time. Regardless of what you think, I do pay attention sometimes."

"Pssht, look at you Noah! Since when are you so wise? Anything else you want to shine you light of wisdom on?" She snarked showing off how much time she's actually been spending with her Latina other half.

"I'm glad you asked Princess. I thought it'd be rude if I just said it. You and San-" Rachel cut in.

"No! Oh, no. I'm not talking about this. Especially not with you. God, just no!" Puck moved forward and grabbed her hands that were moving as frantically as her mouth was.

"Rachel, calm down! I just want to know what happened. I'm like the older brother you never had. Can I at least get that?" He let go of her arms and lent down to her eye level to get a solid answer. That was mistake number one.

Rachel shows him her eyes that were swimming in unshed tears and gives him and shaky nod.

"I'm sorry Noah." He nodded and grabbed her up in a bear hug.

"It's fine, you did nothing wrong." Rachel sniffled."Not about that, about this."

Mistake number two was letting his guard down because the next thing he knows, Puck is holding his crushed toes and Rachel's running for the now unguarded door.

Rachel's mistake was running with her sights impaired by the unshed tears she was desperately fighting. If she hadn't been holding them back, she probably would've seen Brittany running around the corner towards her.

"Gotcha! Good thing Quinn texted me. Where do you think you're going, Tiny?" The tall dancer asked her while holding her in the air by her waist.

"Ugh! Brittany! Put me down! I am so sick of being manhandled today!" Brittany laughed but ignored her for the most part as she dragged the starlet to where Puck was standing tapping his foot that wasn't throbbing.

"That aggravated mom face is a good look for you, Pucky." Brittany chuckled at Puck's scowl.

"Yeah yeah, Pierce. Shouldn't you be somewhere swallowing Quinn's tongue?" Brittany ignored him and flashed a fake smile, only to get one in return.

"Anyway, she was running pretty fast, but I had practice from chasing after Lord Tubbington all the time, so I managed to get her." Puck nodded his thanks and saluted her good-naturedly. Brittany copied his actions and closed the pair back into the science lab, standing watch on the other side.

"That was a pretty shit move Rach." Sensing that she wasn't going anywhere until she talked, Rachel sat on top of one of the many sinks in the room.

"Well, if people would get the hint and leave me the hell alone, I wouldn't have to stoop to such levels." She said as if it was common sense.

"I'm trying to do this for you. And San, because as much as she hates me calling her it, she's my lesbro for life. You guys are just being too stupid and selfish to realize that it hurts us to see you guys like this. Jesus, I sound like I ate a box set of chick-flicks." Puck chuckled his complaint while running a hand through his freshly shaven mohawk.

Rachel looked at him. This is her Puck. Her Noah. He can be an asshole at times, but he's also pretty sweet when he tries to be. She can pretty much guess anytime he's in a mood and the reason behind it. She can also almost always call bullshit when it comes to him. This time's different though. This time, he seems...genuine.

"Okay, if I tell you, I get to take you to my stylist and let her cut that squirrel off your head. You look real grown up and professional with a shaved head, Noah." The boy looked appalled at the idea of any type of sharp object near his beloved mohawk but relented after a stare down with one Rachel Berry.

"Fine," he grumbled, "just get on with the feelings and shit." Rachel smiled triumphantly but got a bit more serious before she spoke.

"Ahem. Okay, well you pretty much know what happened in the kitchen, with Mandee, and after that we may have went into your "man cave" and had a very confusing conversation." Puck nodded to show he was listening.

"In this conversation, we both said some things that we didn't mean, because of course being in the heat of the moment, and considering the amount of alcohol involved, especially on my part, it was bound to be disastrous." Puck sighed getting more comfortable.

"Is there a problem, Noah?" He shook his head.

"Nope, I just wish I'd have brought some beers with me if I knew this story was gonna take so long. Then again, this is you we're talking about, so I should've expected it. Anyway, continue." Rachel just looked annoyed and cleared her throat again.

"Like I was saying, we both said things. She told me she loved me, which I don't doubt, it's just it was extremely premature. With that in my head, I may have taken her home and done something that also would have been considered jumping the gun." Rachel sat twiddling her thumbs. She always thought she had made a mistake but it made it more real to say it out loud.

"Don't tell me you gave her your cherry and that's why you guys are acting like this." Puck asked with his brows furrowed making Rachel go wide eyed.

"No! I am still very much a virgin. We, well I, may have made a bad situation worse by letting my jealousy get the best of me." Rachel didn't know why she was so nervous now, it's just Puck.

"Is this that thing where you really want me to guess what you're talking about? Because if so, I'm really bad that."

"No, Noah. I just wanted to prove that this relationship was something that I wanted, but I went about it all wrong. Santana and I may have gotten into it when my hand was halfway down her pants." Puck whistled lowly and Rachel didn't need a mirror to know her cheeks were red. Very red.

"Okay, sorry. It's just that, damn Lopez has game. I couldn't even get you to take your shirt off when we were making out." Puck laughed despite himself.

"Well yes, I'd say this situation and relationship is different entirely." Rachel concluded tucking a stray piece of hair under her headband that rested behind her ear.

"The point is, I feel like she did that just to prove a point. It was so raw and cold. I just. I felt like something was off. And then afterwards, she cried. I mean she rolled away from me, covered herself in the sheets, and cried herself to sleep. I was so, just so fucking scared, that it was me. That maybe Mandee had a point and Santana does want her. That I was the foolish one for trusting her all those months ago." Puck nearly scared Rachel with the way he came up to her.

"Let's get a couple things straight here, okay? First, you are beautiful, like stunningly so, inside and out. And as for Mandee, she's just trailer trash. So don't let her get to you because she's not worth it, you know? What you should be thinking about is you and San, not what some psycho bitch is trying to put in your head. So maybe San mess up, cut her some slack. She's basically the female version of me and she's not used to relationships or people not using her for their personal gain. She's human and she's gonna make mistakes, especially the first time around. I know you care about her and I'm damn sure she cares about you too. She's trying. That's what counts and that's what should guarantee her loyalty to you, okay?" Rachel could only nod as she was down right flabbergasted at the football player's passionate speech about his female counter part but she was still a bit unsure of where they stood.

"You did nothing wrong. Neither of you did, you guys just have so much going on and so many feelings. And when you think about it, neither of you have had the proper time or the opportunity to sort through it. San is messed up, like really messed up. I don't know why, but every since freshmen year, she's been different, less like herself. She became more like the bitch everyone sees her as now. Until she saw you. She became meaner and more brutal and used you as her main target. It took me a while, and twenty minutes of Quinn explaining it to me, but I could see it. She was acting out like a 6th grader with a new crush. Then, when you guys got together, she was like her old self again, and she needed that for her own good. She needed you. We didn't care about who you were or that you were a girl. We just wanted her to be happy. So, I guess you could say we were Team Pezberry from the start and we haven't given up on you guys so you shouldn't either. Talk to her. Show her what your willing to do and I guarantee she'll show you the same thing ten times greater."

"I don't think I can. I left Noah, I just left her there and all I could give her was a letter and a stupid poem that didn't even begin to explain how I felt." This perked the boy's interest.

"Was it a poem about destructive love or some crap?"

"Yes, how'd you know?"

"I heard Quinn talking about it. She said she found it when she went to go check on Santana a few days ago. She repeated it because she knew it from somewhere. It was really sad, Rach." Rachel chuckled.

"Well, Noah, I felt pretty sad in that moment. I had to start the letter over three times because my tears kept smudging the ink." Brittany opened the door causing both of them to look in that direction having forgotten the Dutch girl was there.

"What do you wish you'd have told her, Rae?" It only took a second for Rachel to answer.

"That everything in that poem is a lie. That even though our love is one of destruction, I would gladly sit there and burn to ashes if it meant I could be with her. That I shouldn't have let my insecurities drive me away from her. That I should've stayed and talked it out instead of running when this was obviously hard for both of us. That I was selfish and stupid because we both have the same amount to lose just as we have an equal amount to gain. That I don't even care if I lose it all because what I'm gaining with her is so much more than all of that," She was finally letting those unshed tears fall when Quinn walked in pulling an also crying Santana behind her, "I'd tell her that Mandee can go fuck herself because she doesn't even have the mental capacity to feel what I feel for her right now, in this moment. Then I'd tell her that what I do feel is so strong and it scares the shit out if me because I never felt this with anyone, not even Finn." She chuckled dryly but didn't notice Quinn, Brittany, and Puck creep out of the room.

"Listen to me, she's not even here and I'm pouring my heart out to her. So very typical."

"Wow. I don't know why you're pursuing Broadway. You obviously have a poetic talent." Rachel could've gotten whiplash at the speed she turned around to see the angelic face that matches that devilish voice.

"Santana. How-how much did you hear."

"Enough to know that I'm a dumbass and you were right."

"San, you don't have to-" Santana cur her off with a finger over her lips.

"Yes, I do, Tiny. Just let me do this, please?" Rachel nodded quietly.

"I regret what happened at the party and what happened afterwards too. I'm a sexual being and that doesn't always work in my favor. I can't tell you there's a reason why I let Mandee get to me because honestly there is none. It was a mistake. A huge one, but there are no rulebooks to this dating thing. It's pretty much a hit and miss type thing. Nonetheless, I should've thought better about what went down that night. Even though 'aggressive possessive' you is super hot, I should've never let it get that far. Can we just both collect ourselves and agree to blame it in the alcohol, this time?" That earned her a smile and an excited nod.

"San? Can I say something now?" Santana nodded her of course, "Can we start over? Like as in go back to the summertime. I really want to be with you but I think it'd be best if we work on some separate things for now."

"I agree. So, that's what we'll do then. We'll be friends and start this over the right way."

"Yes. There's actually just one more thing."

"And what's that, Tiny?" Rachel looked at her and searched for something in her face. She guesses she found it because next thing she knows, Rachel's kissing her with everything she has like they'll never see each other again and frankly, it feels damn good.

"While they're in their 'after-kiss' moment with their foreheads pressed together and arms wrapped around each other, the look in Rachel's eyes breaks Santana's heart and puts it back together at the same time.

"I just had to get that off my chest. That should hold us over for now."

A.N.: AAAWWWSS. I literally cried thrice writing this thing. Happy readings! RR people, it helps! Until next time...

TGWL