Guardian Angel
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 14
A/N: I still need your opinion. Do you want this story to continue, or end in the next chapter. My original plan was for it to be about 15 chapters long, but if you want it to keep going, I don't have a problem with writing more for it.

It was about a week later when Puck and Rachel were relaxing at her house on a lazy Saturday morning. Mr. Shuester had long since forgotten his idea to have other duet pairs compete against one another upon everybody's insistence that Blaine and Rachel sing what stupid love song power ballad he insisted on them singing at their next competition. Of course, Puck wasn't exactly happy about this arrangement because he didn't like the idea of his girl singing with any other guy, especially when it was a love song, no matter how gay or madly in love with somebody else her partner was. He did have to admit, though, that Santana was right right when she said it could be worse. Her partner could be Finn. Puck knew for a fact that if Mr. Shuester hadn't decided to change up their lead duet couple and had instead kept Rachel and Finn, he would have had a nervous breakdown.

"Hey, Rachel?" Puck asked. They were sitting in the living room at Rachel's house with Puck strumming at his guitar, mindlessly plucking out chords that played a beautiful, lovely melody that was albeit putting Rachel to sleep as she laid across the couch with her legs propped up on Puck's lap. She raised her head and gave him a smile. "Can I sing you something? It was my original plan to sing to you to try and win you over. And it probably would have made Finn kick my ass anyways," he told her with a teasing smile on his face. She grinned excitedly as she curled herself into a ball in her corner of the couch, nodding for him to start with the song. That was the wonder of Rachel Berry.

"If I could, I would dare/Feed your dreams and starve your fears/If I could light the world/We could sit and watch it burn/We could fall asleep inside the glow/So tell me what I gotta do to win you over/You'll never have to wonder if you need another/You'll never have to wonder if I understand/And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand," Puck started off the song with his smooth, confident voice, eyes locked on his strumming fingers.

"If I could take you in/Feeling you deep, beneath my skin/Then I could slip away/With you as a poison in my veins/I don't wanna fall asleep alone/And wake up knowing that I died without the one."He looked up at Rachel slowly during this verse, giving her a small smile towards the end of it.

The smile was one that Rachel returned back with a bright one of her own.

After all, it wasn't every day she was serenaded privately by the hottest boy in school.

"So tell me what I gotta do to win you over/You'll never have to wonder if you need another/ You'll never have to wonder if I understand/And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand out/If I could I would dare/Feed your dreams and starve your fears." He finished the song out evenly.

"Before you start your whole little speech, I have to tell you something and it's something very important," He said as soon as she opened her mouth. She crossed her arms and pouted at the interruption. He responded by simply shaking his head and chuckling. "You're so adorable," He told her. "Anyways, my mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight." He said.

"Why? I've met her before...and why is that something you have to tell me that's so important? I've met your mom a hundred times before and I'm pretty damn sure that she loves me. And why tonight? I mean...you're just going to stare at me until I shut up, aren't you?" He nodded, confirming her suspicion. SHe glared at him before rolling her eyes. "Alright, will you please continue with your story, rather than try to make it suspenseful, which you are failing at one hundred percent, by the way," She informed him.

"You are so rude to me," He said sadly. "Anyways, she wants you to come over tonight because she can't believe that I've been dating a nice Jewish girl for this long, let alone the fact that said Jewish girl is Rachel Berry. You don't realize how long she's been planning this to happen, do you? SHe already has a book ready with all of our wedding plans. And the wedding will be full of Jewish traditions that neither of us knew existed. Do you know just how much she loves you? And my sister wants you and I to get married before she turned thirteen so that she can still be the flower girl without being too old for that. Do you know how old she is right now? Eleven," He said with a sigh.

Rachel returned his stress with a giggle. "You're nervous about me coming over for the first time as your girlfriend because Becca," She spoke of his mother. "Is already working on planning our ready which neither of us has agreed to or asked the other one about and because Raquel," She brought up his little sister. "Would like us to be married within the next two years so that she could have the honor of being our flower girl? God, you are such a guy sometimes. I honestly don't mind your family's craziness. Do you know how nice it would feel to go there and be fawned over after Carol pretty much accusing me of getting pregnant when we told her about the wedding?" Rachel admitted.

"I thought you said she and Burt were one hundred precent on board with the stupid wedding," He muttered, hating the reminder that Finn had been closer to making Rachel his for ever-and only his forever-then he ever had been. And hating that Finn was brave enough to do what Puck was so terrified to do, despite the ring that he'd bought almost immediately after they'd first gotten together. "But...Ray, are you trying to tell me that you want to marry me-someday, at least?" He asked her, working to change the subject.

"Well...that's not what's important right now," She said quickly, her cheeks turning a bright red that signaled that no matter what she said, she did want to marry him at some point in her life. But she didn't want him to know that, because she was so afraid he'd get scared away. Puck never had been one for commitments before, and this was an awful lot of them to throw around at once.

"What if I made it important right now?" He asked. Rachel flashed him a confused look as he lifted himself off of the couch and brought himself down onto one knee, bringing the ring from his pocket.

Rachel brought a hand to her mouth, gasping in shock.

But when she brought the hand away, she was beaming.

"Rachel, I'm not asking you to marry me after graduation or after Nationals or anything silly like that. I'm asking for the promise that one day, whenever you and I are both ready, you'll marry," He told her.

"Oh, Noah," She whispered. "I'd go and marry you right now, you know? I would run away with you to Vegas or something crazy like that, right now, just so we could be married. I want to marry you, Noah, I really do. Without a doubt in my heart, I want to marry you someday, and I really hope that it's someday soon," She said, a smile on her face even though her eyes were filling with tears.

"COme here," He said, reaching out and pulling her close to him, bringing her onto his lap as they laid there on the ground, his arms wrapped around her tightly as he kissed her neck, listening as she moaned lightly to the feel of his occassional nibbling. "You know...we don't have to be at my place until around six, and your dads are out of the house all day..."He hinted at her, lifting her onto her feet and giving her a long, slow kiss on the lips, his hands bringing her closer to him so she could feel what he wanted.

"Well then, I guess we better go upstairs. Because I'm Noah Puckerman's girlfriend and we've only had sex once in the weeks we've been together. That shit doesn't sound very kosher to me. So we should hurry up so you can screw me repeatedly until we have to get to your house," SHe smiled up at him. He grinned, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his torso as he kissed her, carrying her up the stairs like that and into her bedroom, dropping her onto the bed and hopping down next to her, rolling on top of her and working on removing her clothing as quickly as possible. If this was what a relationship with Rachel Berry was going to be like, he couldn't wait for it to last forever.

Puck had not been exagarrating when he said his mom was planning the wedding already.

Rachel had spent the entire time at the Puckerman's residence listening to Rebekkah Puckerman tell her all the details of a traditional Jewish wedding, before starting to tell Rachel all of the plans she had already made for Puck's wedding.

Rachel did get a few choices in the wedding plans, of course. Such as, she was allowed to select her own maid of honor and her own bridesmaids. She could select the colors worn at the wedding as well. She was allowed to pick out her own dress and her wedding party's dress. She could even do her hair and make-up however she wanted to.

The rest of the wedding? Mrs. Puckerman had decided she would be planning on her own without any help from Rachel or Puck and without asking for either of the couple's consent. Without even bothering to ask either of them if they were planning on getting married-which they were, but they were keeping it a secret. The beautiful diamond ring had been placed on a chain and strung around Rachel's neck with the ring itself tucked under her shirt. This necklace was now replacing the Finn necklace.

It seemed that Rachel always had a different necklace to wear with each school year, and each one showed off her different personality for that year. In Sophomore year she had worn either her Star of David necklace-the one that had starred in Puck's dream about her-or her gold star necklace, showing her as the Jewish girl with big dreams of one day being a star. When she was a junior she was constantly wearing that stupid Finn necklace around her neck, showing her as a girl destined to love a conceited jerk. When they broke up, it was a new star necklace Finn got her for Valentine's day, even though they weren't a couple. And now it would be the ring connecting her to Puck.

Of course, this necklace was, without a doubt, the one that told her story the very best. She wasn't a girl who would do whatever it took to make her boyfriend happy. She did not life to wear his name around her neck as if it were a sign that she could not be with anybody else-a warning to other boys to stay away. While she knew that the necklace was given to show that FInn wasn't ashamed to be her boyfriend, it was clear that he hadn't been thinking about the other affects the necklace could have. She also was more than just a girl who would one day be a big star on Broadway and she was much more than just another teenage Jewish girl with a dream and ambition. But, this ring didn't just make her Puck's girlfriend. It showed that she was now free to be herself and still be loved for it. Of course, she didn't know that Puck had one more surprise for her that night.

"I got you this," He said, reaching across her into the glove compartment and pulling out a long black and gold box.

He handed it to her with a sheepish grin, watching as she slowly lifted the lid off of it and stared down at the silver chain with the silver, diamond studded letters spelling out a name that would shock everybody.

Most people would expect the bad ass to have gotten PUCK printed on the necklace, acting as a warning that nobody was allowed to touch his girl, because she belonged to the bad ass. But Puck knew how Rachel had felt about the Finn necklace doing just that, and Finn had only been a popular guy-not somebody that people were actually afraid of.

A few people would have maybe thought he would have put NOAH on the necklace, because only she was allowed to call him that. It was her own private name for his hot little Jewish American princess to call him, and nobody else besides the only two women he loved who weren't Rachel Barbra Berry. Yet he wouldn't do that, because people would constantly be wondering who the hell's name was on her necklace. He couldn't do that because it would do the same thing the PUCK one would have, once people figured out that NOAH was himself.

So instead he'd settled on buying her one that simply ready PUCKLEBERRY.