Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, any of its characters or the plot of the show. Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox.

I do not own the song by Bon Jovi; I am just using it for a title.

I do own this plot line.

Rachel knew that Puck had his moments. She just never knew he could be sweet. What he did for her three hours ago was something she never expected from Puck.

It wasn't Puck who had his arm around her. It wasn't Puck who ran his fingertips up and down her arm as she slept. That was all Noah. Rachel enjoyed it so much that she pretended she was still asleep.

She moved a little which caused Puck to jump.

"Sorry." He whispered. He moved a strand of hair out of her face.

"How long did I sleep?" Rachel sat up and blinked a few times. Puck glanced at his watch.

"Three hours."

"Oh, I'm sorry Noah. I didn't mean to make you stay here. You probably had plans." She smoothed her hair.

"Just to practice."
"You weren't going to do anything with Santana?"
"What makes you think I want to hang out with her?"
" She's your girlfriend." Puck laughed.

"No, not since last night." Rachel raised her eyebrow. "I'll tell you what I'm telling everyone else. I got bored." She shook her head.

"Whatever you say." She said before she put her head back on his shoulder.

They continued to sit on the couch with his arm around her until her dad came in. Alexander had a ghost of a smile on his face when he saw the two of them.

"Hey dad!" Rachel beamed up at her father.

"Hello, baby girl." He smiled fully in return. "I take it that you are Noah Puckerman."

"Yes sir." Alexander raised his eyebrows at his daughter.

"Well, you are welcome to stay for dinner."

"Um, yeah. Thanks." Puck said as he ran a hand over his Mohawk.

"I'll let you know when it's ready."

Puck let out a sigh as soon as Alexander was (hopefully) out of earshot. "He hates me."

"That's absurd, Noah. He doesn't hate you."

"We were just sitting on your couch. Happy, content, and my arm around you. Your hair is kind of a mess and your face is all flushed and shit."

"Why would that make him hate you?" He nearly laughed at how naive she could be.

"Think about it." He prompted. It took her a few seconds but she slowly began to turn red as she grasped what he said. Her jaw dropped and she gasped.

"Noah, I highly doubt that my dad thinks we are-"

"Having sex?" Puck supplied. Her face became redder (if that was possible). Puck just grinned.

They were in Rachel's kitchen, hand-washing dishes after dinner. They were both quiet and were okay with staying that way.

"Rachel, I need you to bake something for me for tomorrow." Alexander called to his daughter from the study. "I would but-"
"But you want it to turn out correctly?" Rachel laughed.
"Hush now, baby girl." Alexander appeared in the doorway.
"What is if for?" Rachel asked while she handed Puck another glass.

"Dr. Wayridge invited me to a group. It's for gay men who have lost their partners." Rachels face turned white. She turned sharply and stormed outside.

"Rachel, wait." Alexander attempted to go after her. Puck held out his arm telling Alexander to stop.

"Let me talk to her. I can calm her down." Alexander looked at the door with a worried expression.

Puck walked into the studio where Rachel sat in one of the chairs, her back ramrod straight.

"Rachel, are you okay?" Puck asked quietly.

"It's only been three months since the accident."
"He is tryin to cope, Rach. It's not a bad thing."

"I don't want him to forget Daddy. They loved each other."

"He'd want your dad to be happy." Puck sat on the arm of the chair Rachel was in. He remembered the day he told her that her daddy would want her to be strong. She seemed to doubt everything so much.

"I know that, I do. How am I supposed to deal with the fact that my father is trying to get over my daddy? How do I just sit there while he is out enjoying himself while his daughter still grieves? It's going to suck."
"Then go to dinner with me tomorrow night when your dad is gone." Rachel looked up at Puck. "It'd be fun. Face it, Rachel, you need to have fun. Loosen up a little bit." Rachel smiled.

"I guess that would be good." Puck smiled back at her after her agreement.

"I've got to get going. I'll meet you here tomorrow."

"Good night, Noah."

Finn watched in disbelief as Puck's truck pulled out of Rachel's driveway. It was weird because Puck was hooking up with a cougar, or at least that is what he led all the guys to believe.

It was a total coincidence that Finn was driving by Rachel's house. He wasn't there to ask her out on a date (as friends of course) tomorrow. Okay, he was but he started thinking that heading to Puck's house first would be in his best interest. After all, catching Puck in a lie would nearly seal the deal with Rachel. Finn was sure of that much.

Finn pulled up nearly an hour after he left Rachel's because he didn't want to raise suspicion. He got out of his own vehicle and walked up to the door. After knocking a few times, the door finally opened to reveal Elina Puckerman.

"Finn, how are you doing?"

"I'm great. Is Puck here?" Elina rolled her eyes.

"Noah is upstairs. Go on up."

Finn walked up the stairs, not caring that Puck wasn't going to be happy to see him. Puck looked up when he heard the door to his room open. He scowled at Finn but decided it best to be nice since he saw his mother in the background.

"Hey dude." Puck said while trying his hardest to act like he normally did with Finn. He hadn't told his mother that he and Finn weren't on the best of terms.

"Hey man. How was your hook up?" Puck frowned.

"What hook up?"

"The one you rushed out of the locker room for."

"Oh, that." Puck said with a shrug. "I was practicing for glee with Rachel." Puck was absentmindedly strummed his guitar, playing "Sweet Caroline". Finn shook his head. He had come in hopes that he'd be able to catch Puck in a lie

"How's that going?"

"What are you doing here?" Puck asked then shook his head. "You know what? Never mind. I know why you're here. You wanted to tell Rachel some shit about me."
"You're making Rachel think that you're into her. I think that as her friend, I need to tell her that you aren't."
"You fucked with her head and told her that no one would want her."

"She needs to know not to get her hopes up."

"Fuck you dude." Puck spat at his once best friend.

"Just admit it, Puck. You don't do girlfriends."
"Santana was my girlfriend."
"That just proves my point! You broke up with her because you got bored!"
"Hudson, drop it. Rachel is a great friend. Period."
"Whatever man. Just don't hurt her." He paused. "If you hurt her, I will hurt you." He moved to leave the room. "You can count on it."

Puck glared at the door after it closed.

This one isn't as long as the next ones will be. I just wanted to get this posted when I said I would.

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