Spoilers: Only up to 'Sectionals' though stuff from the back 9 may pop in if I think it fits with my plot line.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Also, some of this is from Puck's viewpoint, and he's kind of an offensive guy, so I'd like to point out that his viewpoints don't always reflect mine. I don't own 'Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee' or 'I Kissed a Girl'.

A/N: For this chapter, I would like to acknowledge xomarcyox. Your idea is included in this chapter although I had to modify it to fit the fact that it's summer and school's not in session, so I hope you approve. Thank you so much for your wonderful responses to my last chapter. I would like to reiterate to those of you who have reviewed that your encouragement means a lot to me, especially heading into the smuttier portions of the story, although the smut is on hiatus this chapter. Also, thank you to everyone who's reading the story. As always, please read and review. I'd love to know what you think of the revenge and reviews are like an addiction. Thanks!

By the time Puck got home, Tina was already there (she lived two houses down). He unlocked the door and let her in to wait for the others. He knew that it wouldn't be a problem to have the whole group over because his mom was working the night shift at the hospital and his sister was spending the night at a friend's house. It took fifteen minutes before Matt, the last to roll in, arrived. (And, yeah, they were breaking city curfew, but whatever.)

He looked around at the group. "We have a serious problem with Kessinger and we're going to do something about it."

"If Rachel has chosen him instead of you then I don't know what you expect us to do," Artie said from his spot next to Tina.

"That has nothing to do with this. Rachel fucking chose me; we went out tonight. No, this has everything to do with what Kessinger did when she broke up with him," he explained in a menacing tone that had Quinn and Santana exchanging a disturbed glance.

"Well, what did he do?" Mike asked. "Don't keep us in the dark here."

"The bastard fucking hit her."

He was happy with the reactions that statement pulled from the group, ranging from gasps to a very loud 'bastard' from Santana. He knew he wasn't going to have any fucking problems getting them to help him out (just as he had thought).

"What are we going to do to him?" Brittany asked eagerly.

"Nothing that will get any of us arrested," Quinn stated, shooting a stern look at Brittany.

Puck nearly laughed at that; for two people who hadn't gotten along until shortly before Regionals, Rachel and Quinn could be scarily similar.

"Okay Quinn," Santana agreed easily. "But we have to destroy him. No bastard should ever get away with hitting a woman."

"Especially not Rachel," Matt added. "She's tough, but she's also roughly the size of a large dog."

"Dude, not cool to call her a dog. She's much prettier than that." Mike frowned at Matt.

"I said she was the size of a dog, not that she looked like a dog. I think we can all agree that she's hot," Matt corrected him.

Puck scowled when all of the guys, plus Santana, nodded.

"Santana!" Quinn exclaimed. She sounded shocked.

"What?" Santana asked innocently. "You know I'm bi. I'm just saying that if Rachel ever wanted to experiment, I'd be more than happy to help her out."

"I kissed a girl and I liked it," Brittany sang and Santana and Tina both joined in. "The taste of her cherry chapstick; I kissed a girl just to try it; I hope my boyfriend don't mind it."

"Somehow I doubt Puck would mind it too much," Santana pointed out. "Would you?"

Puck rolled his eyes. "I haven't even fucked her yet; I'm not about to let you get to her first." But he would definitely file that info away for later; maybe he could talk Rachel into it (he was actually pretty sure she'd kick him in the balls when he suggested it, but he'd still try).

Santana stuck her tongue out at him and slouched back in her seat.

"Tina, you kissed a girl?" Artie questioned interestedly.

She blushed. "No, I just really like the song. It was my audition for glee club; you know that."

"Oh," Artie sounded disappointed.

Puck realized that they had gotten way off course with the planning they were supposed to be doing here.

"Okay, as much as I like talking about girl-on-girl action, that's not the point of this meeting," he pointed out.

"We should definitely have a meeting about it at some point though," Mike chipped in. When Puck scowled at him, he put his hands in the air in surrender. "Shutting up now."

Puck nodded. "What we need are ideas to destroy Kessinger. When we're done with him, I want to make sure that he has nothing left to his reputation when we head back to school. I want him to be in the same pain that Rachel is in right now," he declared coldly.

The group was completely silent for several moments as they fully absorbed what had happened to Rachel.

"Was she very badly hurt?" Quinn asked in a quiet voice.

Puck sighed. "Badly enough that she winces when she talks."

"How bad does it look?" Santana wondered. "Usually you can tell how bad a bruise hurts by how it looks."

"She had it covered up, so I didn't see it. I wouldn't have even known it was there if I hadn't brushed up against it while I was kissing her," he admitted. He felt like a bad boyfriend; he should have known exactly what was wrong with her by the way she was acting.

"Rachel's really good at covering up bruises; she used to hide them all the time when she was with Finn. She has a special concealer for it," Brittany explained.

Puck felt a surge of anger; Finn had hit her too?

Tina noticed Puck's expression and hastened to say, "Finn used to bruise her during practices for Regionals, remember? She turned me onto the brand of concealer after I started singing lead opposite him."

Puck calmed down. That's right; he remembered her helping Tina out the first time Finn had accidentally hit her.

"I think we should go over and talk to her sometime tomorrow," Brittany decided. "She could probably use some friends to talk to about this, and sorry Puck, but you'd never be able to keep your temper long enough to help."

He wanted to argue with her, but he knew she was right. "Okay, she probably could use some girls to talk to and I sure as hell don't want to be around for that."

Mike and Matt nodded their agreement.

"While you guys were talking, I've been thinking. The most effective way to ruin someone's reputation at McKinley is to get incriminating footage of them onto Jacob Ben-Israel's blog," Artie mused thoughtfully.

"Most of the people at school do check it regularly for gossip," Tina agreed.

Puck considered that. Jewfro was a little freak who was way too into his girl (though that could work to their advantage here) but he could spread a rumor like no one else (except possibly Kurt). It might be worth getting him in on the plan. It'd also be a good opportunity to threaten him to back off of Rachel.

"Yeah, you've got a point. Can you get a hold of him tomorrow?" Puck directed the question at Artie.

The other boy nodded. "I have his number because we're in AV club together."

"Good. Now we just need to figure out what we need to do to ruin him."

The group was quiet for a while, deep in thought. There were so many options but they knew that they had to be careful not to get in trouble which ruled out Puck's first choice of just fucking beating the shit out of the bastard. Half an hour after the quiet had fallen, Santana broke it.

"I have an idea," she offered, an evil grin on her face.

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When Rachel woke up the next morning before the alarm went off, she knew that something was different. Mostly because someone was in bed with her. Her eyes flew open with the knowledge and she jerked away from the warm body on her right.

"It's okay babe. It's just me," Puck said in a calm voice.

Rachel turned to face him. For a second there, that fear had reared it's head and she had thought that Jack had broken into her house to hurt her again. She knew now that was a silly thought brought on by the fact that she hadn't gotten to bed until after one and it was only just after eight now according to her alarm. Plus, she'd had another awful night's sleep as she kept rolling over onto her bruise and waking up.

Unconsciously covering the bruise that was currently visible, she asked Noah, "How did you get in here?"

He smirked at her. "Darren let me in; he gets that I'm badass."

The smirk slid from his face and he reached over to pull her hand from her cheek. She cringed back as he examined it; she could only imagine what it looked like right now. She knew it was bad from the fury that she could see in his eyes.

"That bastard really did a number on you," he observed quietly. Leaning forward, he dropped light kisses along the entire length of the bruise. "He'll never touch you again though, I fucking promise you that."

She started to smile, but it turned into a yawn and she covered her mouth.

"You look tired still babe."

She nodded. "I usually sleep on my right side, so I keep waking up when I roll onto it. This was the second night I've dealt with that."

Noah looked thoughtful for a moment before he crawled over her, causing her to giggle. Once he was situated on top of the covers to her left, he wrapped an arm around her waist under the blankets and pulled her against him so that the left side of her head rested on his chest.

"What are you doing Noah?" she asked curiously, turning her eyes up toward his face.

"Just go to sleep Rach. I've got a hold of you so you can't roll," he directed her gruffly.

She smiled and let her eyelids droop shut. She really was tired and he was so comfortable.

An hour later, Daddy looked in to let her know they were leaving to get groceries. When he saw that both teens were asleep (and fully dressed, thank God), he smiled and covered Noah up with the quilt at the foot of Rachel's bed before pulling the door closed and leaving them to nap (he also made a mental note to ask his daughter about that nasty bruise).

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At four that afternoon after seeing Rachel off to practice, Puck met up with Brittany, Santana, Quinn, and Jacob Ben-Israel at Artie's house. It was time for the negotiations to bring him in on Santana's portion of the plan.

"I don't know what you want from me," Jewfro said, cowering back into the chair.

"I told you, you're going to do us a fucking favor, so shut up and listen while I explain." Puck scowled at him.

Jewfro gulped audibly and nodded. Good. Puck wanted him fucking scared so that he'd do what he said and back off of Rachel.

"You're always sticking your nose in where nobody wants it, so you probably know that Berry's been dating Jack Kessinger from the baseball team. What you won't have picked up on yet is that she dumped him the night before last."

Puck frowned when Jewfro's eyes lit up with a revolting look of hope.

"Don't get any ideas; you still don't stand a fucking chance with Berry."

His face fell and Puck smirked momentarily before slipping back into his serious mode.

"When she broke up with Kessinger, he got pissed and hit her." He paused here to let that information sink in.

"Why that's just abominable! Rachel Berry is not the sort of girl you hit in the face unless it's with your penis," Jewfro announced.

Puck shot forward and wrapped his hand around the disgusting boy's neck, pinning him to his chair as Quinn gasped and Santana made a revolted sound.

"Let's get this clear; Berry's my girl and you're going to keep your fucking eyes, hands, and comments to yourself from now on, got it? Or I will kick your ass," he threatened very seriously.

"Got it," Jewfro choked out, gasping for breath.

Puck let go of him. "Good. Remember it because I don't want to repeat myself. Back to Kessinger. I'm fucking pissed and as Berry's friends, Brittany, Santana, and Quinn feel the same way. We've..." Santana cleared her throat and he rolled his eye before clarifying, "Santana has come up with a plan to destroy his reputation and that's where you come in. We're offering you front row seats to the destruction. You would get to take the video and post it on your blog for everyone to see. What do you think?"

The other boy considered it for a moment before stating, "And I suppose you want something from me in exchange for the exclusive."

Puck respected that the guy was smart enough to realize that (even if he didn't respect anything else about him). "You're right; we do want something. In addition to you staying the fuck away from Berry, you're going to give back any panties you have of hers."

"But that's my prized possession! I earned those fair and square; she gave them to me to keep Quinn's pregnancy secret months ago," Jewfro protested.

Puck was caught off guard for a moment. When Berry had mentioned him having her panties when they'd left the auditorium that day, he never would have guessed that she'd given them to him, let alone to protect Quinn. Turning, he looked at the blonde and noticed that all three Cheerios were just as stunned by that revelation as he was. Quinn was the first to recover and when she put on her bitchiest face, Puck knew Jewfro was in for it.

Standing up, Quinn moved in front of the seated boy. "You may have kept it out of your blog for a while, but you told Coach Sylvester. You didn't earn those panties, so you're going to give them back or heaven help you I will unleash Santana on you."

Puck watched Jewfro look past Quinn at the other Cheerio; turning his head, Puck saw that she flashed Jewfro a terrifying smile.

The other boy gulped again before nodding, "Okay, I'll give them back. So, what do you need me to record?"

Puck gave a feral smile. "Santana and Brittany are going to lure him into a trap and you're going to tape the end results; we want the girls' part in the setup to be kept quiet. Quinn's going to keep an eye on you though and tell you when to start recording. She'll also make sure you do your job, because you're there to record what happens, not to perv on the girls."

"And if you get out of line, I'm not afraid to use violence if needed," Quinn threatened.

"Okay, okay, I get it; I'll be on my best behavior. Where do I need to be and when?" Jewfro questioned.

"You'll need to be at my house at eight tonight. Bring your video camera," Santana informed him. "I'm guessing you know where I live," she sneered as he nodded again.

"And bring Rachel's panties with you," Brittany added. "We need your payment before we can let you record the events."

"We're done here," Puck dismissed Jewfro.

Once he had scurried from the room, Puck turned to Santana and Brittany.

"So, Kessinger went for the invitation?" he inquired.

"Totally," Santana confirmed. "He thinks he's about to get the best break up present ever."

"A threesome with San and me," Brittany added.

Puck nodded. "Excellent."

"Have you seen Rachel yet today?" Quinn asked him, sitting back down at the same time that Artie rolled into the room and asked, "So how did it got?"

Puck nodded to Artie in greeting before answering Quinn, "Yeah, I got to her house before she woke up."

"You saw the bruise then, didn't you? What did it look like?" Brittany was frowning. He could tell the thought of Rachel hurt upset her as much as it did him (of course, he knew that Rachel was Britt's best friend; at some point she'd overtaken Santana for the spot).

"Yeah, I did. Her whole right cheek is dark purple; he fuckin' got her good because it doesn't look like it's fading yet." He could feel the anger boil up as he pictured her normally beautiful face marred by the ugly mark.

"We'll visit her tonight after we deal with Jack," Santana decided before glancing at Brittany and Quinn. "If that works for you guys."

Both Cheerios nodded and Brittany mentioned inviting Tina too.

"So, how did it go with Jacob?" Artie repeated his earlier question.

Puck let the girls describe the meeting; he was busy thinking about his portion of the revenge. It was gonna be fucking sweet.

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Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed 'til I'm legally wed
I can't; I'm Sandra Dee

Rachel crossed her hands over her chest in a gesture of shock.

Watch it! Hey I'm Doris Day
I was not brought up that way
Won't come across,
Even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day

She held out the last note until it was time to launch into the next section.

I don't drink (no)
Or swear (no)
I don't rat my hair (eew)
I get ill from one cigarette
(cough, cough, cough)
Keep your filthy paws
Off my silky draws
Would you pull that crap with Annette?

She pushed on Tim Riley's (who was playing Danny) chest on the last line.

As for you Troy Donahue,
I know what you wanna do
You got your crust
I'm no object of lust
I'm just plain Sandra Dee

She pressed a hand to her heart and then rocked her hips as she started into the next verse.

Elvis, Elvis, let me be!
Keep that pelvis far from me!
Just keep your cool
Now your starting to drool
Hey Fongool, I'm Sandra Dee!

Rachel sat down on the blanket next to Tim as the music faded out and her first solo number came to an end.

"Very good Rachel!" the director called. "Everybody take five and we'll come back to finish up Act I."

Rachel hopped up from the blanket and went over to check her phone for any voicemails. She was feeling pretty good right now. She and Noah had slept until noon and she hadn't woken up once. Before practice, her dads had asked both her and Noah about the bruise that Daddy had seen when he looked in on them. Noah's obvious fury over what Jack had done had endeared him further to Daddy, who clearly liked him, and even Dad had warmed up a little more to him. Reaching her phone, she saw that she had one message, so she hit the button to listen.

"Hey babe. I hope you're having fun at practice. I just thought I'd remind you that I should get my test results back in six days, so in six days, I'm going to fucking rail you. Talk to ya later."

Rachel stared down at her phone in disbelief; dear God, if she had to listen to messages like that for another six days (and she definitely wouldn't put it past him), then she was going to spend the next week turned on. Her vibrator was going to see heavy use, she thought as she drank from her water bottle.

When the director called them back onstage to finish out Act I, her face was still flushed.

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At eight that night, Puck met Mike, Matt, Tina, and Artie at the back door of the Kessinger's house with their supplies. They had lured Jack's parents away by planting two free movie tickets (bought by Puck) in that day's mail for the 7:30 showing of the newest action flick and Jack himself should be at Santana's house right now. Santana and the movie tickets had bought them at least half an hour guaranteed and an hour at the most. With all five of them working together, they should be able to get in and do what they needed to within half an hour.

Puck took the spare key from under the outside mat (all the baseball guys knew it was there) and unlocked the front door before replacing the key (they all had rubber gloves on to prevent any finger printing). After they entered and shut the door behind them, he turned to his group.

"Remember, we're only here to torture Jack, not his parents; Berry would kill us all if she thought we'd hurt them."

Mike nodded. "I think we all remember the TP debate over Finn's mom."

The three boys led Tina upstairs to Jack's bedroom (the guys had all been there for parties in the past because Jack was also on the football team and his parents traveled a lot) and Artie stayed downstairs to serve as lookout in case Jack or his parents showed up unexpectedly and they all had to book it out the back door. When they reached his room, Matt and Mike hit his private attached bathroom with their items and Tina and Puck stayed behind in his bedroom.

Puck gave Tina the eggs to place under his pillow; they hoped he wouldn't notice them until they had already smashed and ruined his bed. While she put the eggs in place, he started setting the ten cheap alarm clocks he had bought; they were the really annoying windup clocks that rang an actual bell. They were fucking loud. He set two for 2AM, two for 3AM, two for 4AM, two for 5AM, and two for 6AM. He also reset the time on Kessinger's normal alarm clock for 7AM (it was set for 11AM originally). Tina, done with the eggs, helped him hide the alarm clocks all over the room. When they were done, they stepped back and checked to see if any of them were visible. They weren't and Puck smirked over the fact that this would definitely pay Kessinger back for the sleep he had stolen from Berry.

Next, to pay him back for the pain. While Tina took a pair of scissors to sever the laces of all of his shoes and cut the sleeves of all of his shirts (she was making tiny snips in the shirts that would ensure he didn't have a single undamaged shirt but not bad enough that they were unwearable), Puck pulled out the icy hot that he had brought with him and started to spread it into every pair of boxers (he was damn glad he had on gloves) and pants in the bastard's dresser. Mike and Matt finished in the bathroom before he and Tina did and came out to join them.

"Did you get everything in the bathroom?" Puck asked, spreading icy hot along the crotch of a pair of jeans.

"Yep; small tubes under the rim of the toilet so that when he flushes he'll get showered in toilet water," Mike stated.

"Cinnamon extract sprayed onto all the toilet paper and lifesavers in the shower head; he'll be nice and sticky the next time he showers," added Matt.

"Great. There's a bottle of Jack in my bag that I got someone to buy for me. Put it somewhere that his parents will find it and think that he bought it," Puck instructed them.

Mike laughed and grabbed the bottle.

"What's that supposed to do?" Tina questioned curiously, closing the closet door. "Won't they just think it's theirs?"

"No, neither of Jack's parents drink; they're very strict about it," Matt explained.

"They got pissed and grounded him for two months the last time they found alcohol in the house and that was just a can of beer," Puck finished, shoving the last pair of pants back into the drawer just as he had found it. "Done."

"Me too," Mike responded, reentering the room from the bathroom. "It's hidden under the sink, so the next time his mom cleans his bathroom she'll find it. He doesn't keep anything under there, but cleaning supplies, so he's not likely to find it before she does."

Puck led them downstairs, they collected Artie, and left the house through the back door. They removed their gloves and stuffed them in their pockets before walking the two blocks to their cars. Then they headed back to Puck's house. The Cheerios were picking up Rachel as soon as their part was done and then they and Jewfro were going to meet them at the house.

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After waiting for twenty minutes (and congratulating each other on a job well done), Puck finally heard the front door open up.

"Why did you kidnap me and bring me to Noah's house guys? I don't understand," Rachel's voice floated into the living room where Puck was sitting.

"Just trust us Rachel; you want to see this," he heard Quinn say.

"But why did Jacob follow us?" Rachel was clearly in question mode.

"Shut the hell up and go with it." Puck smirked at Santana's contribution to the conversation and the way Rachel huffed in annoyance afterward.

When Santana shoved Rachel into the room, Puck laughed at the expression on his girlfriend's face. She looked completely indignant at being manhandled by the Cheerio. When her eyes landed on Puck sitting on the couch next to Mike, her expression changed into a smile and she crossed the room to him. As soon as she was near enough, he reached out and circled her waist, pulling her down to sit sideways on his lap.

"Hey babe," he greeted her, nuzzling into her throat and nibbling her collarbone.

She gasped and fisted one hand in his mohawk. "Hello Noah."

"Hey none of that!" Quinn yelled, throwing a pillow and hitting Puck in the side of his head that wasn't pressed against Rachel.

Rachel made an embarrassed noise and pulled Puck's head away from her. The instant he was sitting up straight again, Rachel buried her face in his chest. He ran one hand over her hair the way that he'd noticed she enjoyed and flipped off Quinn with the hand around her waist. Quinn just rolled her eyes at him and dropped down on the floor to sit at Matt's feet.

"Do you have the video Jewfro?" Puck asked, directing his gaze to the boy who was watching him and Rachel in shock.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Yeah, let me just hook it up to the TV so you can watch it."

They waited a couple of moments while Jewfro hooked it up and then he hit a button and stepped back so that he could watch the video too.

"I really do think this was some of my finest work," he stated.

"Shut it." Santana sent him a threatening look, and he closed his mouth.

"C'mon babe, watch the video," Puck nudged Rachel in the side and she moved her head from his chest to watch the TV.

On the screen, Kessinger was sitting in Santana's hot tub with his eyes closed. When Kessinger's eyes opened, Jewfro zoomed out to take in the entire scene. Neither Santana nor Brittany were anywhere to be found. Kessinger looked around in confusion and then, apparently finally realizing what had happened, he let out an annoyed growl.

"This isn't funny. Give my clothes back!" he yelled, staring at the house.

They didn't hear anything except Quinn's quiet giggles on the video, but the other girls must have told him no because he looked suddenly furious. Getting out of the hot tub (Rachel and Tina both gasped and the boys all made various sounds of disgust because Kessinger was bare ass naked and none of them wanted to fucking see that), he stalked to the door and beat on it, making all sorts of threats before turning around and stalking out of the yard. Jacob followed at a distance to continue taping and caught Kessinger stalking past one of Santana's neighbors. They all laughed when they saw that the neighbor was having a party with a lot of guests. The guests' reactions varied between disgust and laughter. By the time Jewfro got his final shot of Kessinger climbing into his car, his whole body was red and he had picked up to a run. Then the screen went black.

While Jewfro moved to unhook his camera, Rachel turned to Santana.

"That was your house. What did you do?"

Santana looked fucking proud of herself. "I invited him over for a threesome with Britt and I. He accepted, of course, and when he came over, Brittany and I just kissed a little to convince him to hop into the hot tub without any clothes on. We talked a little dirty to him and then we told him to close his eyes so that we could take care of him."

Brittany continued the story from her spot in Mike's lap so Rachel swiveled on Puck's to face her (he had to hold back a groan; she always rubbed him in the right fucking way). "As soon as his eyes were closed, we sneaked out of the hot tub and grabbed his clothes before going inside and locking the door. Then we just watched the sparks."

"So what are you guys doing with the video?" Rachel wondered.

"I'm posting it on my blog. Tomorrow everyone at McKinley who visits it will know all about Jack Kessinger's nude run to his car," Jewfro stated. "Can I go now?"

Puck asked Brittany, "Did he pay up?" When Brittany nodded, Puck waved Jewfro to the door. "Get that on the internet ASAP."

Once Jewfro had left, Rachel gazed up at him. "So what were you doing while they were stealing his clothing?"

"We didn't steal his clothes," Quinn protested. "Before we picked you up, I decorated his yard with them."

The others laughed. Quinn had finally gotten in on the act as something other than Jewfro's babysitter.

Puck noticed that Rachel was still frowning at him, so he explained about all of the various traps he, Tina, and the boys had set for Kessinger in his bedroom and bathroom. By the time he was done, she was beaming at him. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"I'm so proud of you Noah. You used your brain to get payback instead of just mindlessly beating him up," she said in his ear.

He couldn't resist moving her face so that he could kiss her deeply. Then a barrage of objects hit them from all of their friends and they pulled apart, Rachel giggling and Puck scowling at them.

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"So things seem to be going well between you and Puck."

Rachel was surprised when Tina was the one to bring it up. The girls had left his house shortly after viewing the video and come back to Rachel's. They were all sitting around her room now; Santana, Brittany, and Quinn had been reliving their conquest over Jack in detail for Tina and Rachel, who hadn't been there. Quinn had also presented her with the panties that Rachel had given to Jacob so many months ago to protect the blonde. She'd thanked the girls and tossed them in the trash (she didn't want to know what Jacob had done with them while he had them). Once they had finished their story, Tina apparently decided to change the subject to Puck and Rachel.

Rachel blushed. "Yeah, we're doing well. I mean, it's still really new and everything and it didn't really have the best start..." she trailed off.

"What's wrong?" Brittany asked with concern. "You look like you did that day we walked around the lake."

Rachel wondered if she should tell them what she was thinking-her fear that she had deserved to get hit. She knew they would argue with her but she kind of thought that was what she needed-someone to tell her she wasn't Finn.

"It's just...I think I kind of deserved for him to hit me."

She saw the stricken looks on their faces and continued, "I did cheat on him; okay, I know that Noah and I didn't have sex, but close enough. I hit Finn for cheating on me, so how was Jack hitting me any different?"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me Rachel!" Santana burst out. "No one deserves that. Yes, we both hit Finn for what he did, but it's not like either of us did any real damage to him; it was more of an insult to his pride. Kessinger did real damage to you though."

Rachel's hand automatically went to her cheek. "How do you know that?"

"Puck told us about the bruise this morning," Quinn said softly.

Brittany nodded. "He looked really scary; I think that if Jack had been in the room right then, he would be dead now."

"He really told you about the bruise?" Rachel asked timidly. It was one thing for them to know what had happened; it was another to have them know that it left her with her very own scarlet letter (so to speak).

"Rachel, we don't want to pressure you," Tina started.

"But between hiding the bruise from everyone and not even telling Puck what had happened until he found it for himself, you're clearly not dealing with this," Quinn continued.

"And you really need to if you and Puck are going to have a healthy relationship," Brittany added.

"Besides, that's what friends are for," Santana finished, rolling her eyes as if she couldn't believe the words had come from her.

Rachel sighed. Getting up, she crossed to the bathroom. She wet down a washcloth and wiped the makeup from her face. The next step to getting past it was facing the reactions of others when they saw the bruise (she'd already taken the first step in telling Noah last night). She looked at the bruise, which was still horrible, and took a deep breath. She left the bathroom for the bedroom again. When she stepped in, the other girls gasped loudly.

"It really is as bad as he said." Quinn's voice was muffled because she had her hands over her mouth.

Santana was furious. "Kessinger deserves to have his ass kicked."

Tina nodded vigorously. "I'm surprised Puck hasn't hit him."

Brittany grinned. "That's because he loves Rachel."

All of them, except Santana, stared at Brittany in surprise. She thought Noah loved her? But they had only just started dating.

"Oh, don't look so shocked," Santana responded to their expressions for Brittany. "He's gone after Rachel with single-minded determination, he hasn't slept with anyone since he decided he wanted her, he was willing to not hit Jack, and you've all seen the way he looks at her. Rachel, he is clearly in love with you; he's just really stupid about feelings so he probably doesn't know it yet."

"Yay! A new mission!" Brittany cheered, bouncing on the bed.

"No, Britt, we're not interfering this time. Puck needs to realize it and tell her on his own time," Quinn quickly put a stop to any planning.

"I'm sorry, but you said it would be a new mission?" Rachel questioned. "What was the old mission?"

The other four exchanged a look as if they were trying to decide what to say before Santana spoke. As Rachel listened to their explanation, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were hiding something from her, but she figured that she was just being paranoid.

"We kind of put you and Puck together for 7 Minutes in Heaven. All of us but Tina had a hand in that," Santana admitted. "I stole your keys of course."

"It was my idea," Brittany added.

"And I told Puck to feel around for your star key ring," Quinn chipped in. When Rachel and Tina stared at her, she frowned. "What? I can help with the plotting too. I just prefer not to help with anything illegal."

"Anyway, the point of this whole visit is that no woman deserves to be hit and that includes you. You are not Finn. You didn't intend to hurt Jack and you weren't using him. You fell for Puck and no one can help who they fall in love with," Tina summed up what they all felt about the situation.

As Rachel considered those words, she felt slightly better. They were right; she really hadn't been using Jack. She'd had every intention of staying with him but she just couldn't resist Noah anymore. And she realized that Tina was right about something else. She buried her head in her hands. When had she fallen in love with Noah?

"I'd like to say something," Santana announced formally.

Rachel lifted her head. "What?"

"I totally called that you'd sleep with Puck," she said smugly.

Rachel grabbed her pillow and hit Santana in the face with it, making everyone laugh.

A/N 2: According to wikipedia, Rizzo sings 'Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee' to Danny during a picnic in the park in the stage version of Grease. I apologize if this is wrong.