A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for all of the reviews! I really appreciate your kind comments. My final plan is to cover prom, nationals, and then something of my choosing. There will be three more chapters including this one. Here is chapter 12! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Rolling in the Deep

Rachel POV:

I looked at the stuffed dressing room I was getting ready to enter. Kurt and Blaine could sure pick out dresses. There had to be at least fifteen dresses. The three of us decided to go prom shopping after Mr. Shue's big announcement in glee today—the New Directions were performing at prom. I tried on a green off-the-shoulders dress. Honestly, the dress was the color of puke. When I told Kurt that, he told me it would look better on than off. He was wrong. The dress still looks like puke.

"Rachel," Kurt called. "Do you have a dress to show us yet?"

Gosh. I had just gotten in the dressing room like thirty seconds ago. I'm pretty amazing, but I'm not Superwoman.

"Not yet," I called back.

In addition to finding the perfect dress, I still had to find the perfect song to sing for prom. It would be just me on the stage, in front of the entire school. My performance had to be flawless.

"Hey Kurt," I shouted from the dressing room. "What song should I sing for prom?"

"How about Rolling the Deep?"

"Well, I'm not really heart broken right now."

"Oh, of course. You are with Trouty Mouth, right?"

How had I forgotten to tell Kurt about Noah? Had I really gone through boyfriends so quickly that my best friend couldn't keep track?

"Umm, no. Actually, Noah and I started dating about a week ago."

I heard a squeal.

"Yay! I love Puckleberry!"

I chuckled. "Me too. But what should I do for a song?"

"Rachel, you are an amazing actress. You don't have to be experiencing an emotion to express it. Plus, just remember how Finn and Jesse broke your heart." Thanks for reminding me, Kurt.

"You're right."

"I know," he said nonchalantly.

Next, I stepped into a light pink, strapless dress. The color was stunning. It had a frosted glimmer. The minute I zipped it, I knew I had to have it. I stepped out of the dressing room and twirled.

Kurt squealed again. "It's perfect. You look amazing, Rachel."

Blaine nodded. "It's exquisite. You look gorgeous."

"Thanks," I said with a smile.

-Gleeeeeeee-

My head is spinning. Moments ago, I was practicing Rolling in the Deep for the audio visual club. Now, I'm sitting in the auditorium with Jesse St. James. I was barely into the first verse when Jesse's voice bursted into the auditorium, turning my solo into a duet. His voice was as beautiful as ever. For weeks after he egged me, his melodious voice haunted my dreams. Then, he just sweeps back into my life. I sit there, still in shock, as explains to me why he was kicked out of UCLA.

"That's awful," I said.

He keeps babbling on, so I don't think he understood what I meant. It's awful he expected an Asian kid to take his classes for him. It's completely justified that he was kicked out of college. Suddenly, I'm pulled out of my thoughts.

"I regret choosing a fourth championship title over love. Maybe a first, but definitely not a fourth," he said.

"Jesse, I don't know what to say," I said blankly.

"Just say you forgive me."

"I forgive you."

Rachel, what are you saying? How can you forgive him? He egged you. You're a vegan. He played you. He pretended to love you, and then betrayed you for Vocal Adrenaline.

I sighed. It's his charm and his voice.

He smiled and asked, "So, what are you doing for prom?"

"I'm going with Noah, or you may know him as Puck."

He nodded. "Are you and Puck a couple?"

"Yes."

"That's surprising," he said. "I thought you and Finn would be in it for the long haul." So did I.

"Well, I guess not. Jesse, I have to go. I have class in a few minutes."

"Well, I'll be around. Rachel, even though I can't be your prom date, this isn't the last of me that you'll be seeing. I'm going to win back your trust."

"Goodbye, Jesse," I said as I left the auditorium.

My conversation with Jesse kept playing in my head for the rest of the day. I was so thankful when the final bell rang. I could finally go home and sort through my thoughts. On my way to my locker, I experienced another complication. Finn.

"Hey, Rach," he said as he caught up to me. "I heard a nasty rumor that you were going to prom with Jesse St. James."

I sighed. Finn has no right to be involved in my personal life.

"That's just a rumor," I replied. "I'm going with Noah."

Finn's face fell. "Puck? Are you kidding me? Come on Rach, that's not a good idea."

"Finn, stop it! When I broke up with you, you stopped being able to have a say in my life."

"Rachel, I still care about you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't as long as I'm with Noah."

I opened my locker as Finn continued babbling about how Quinn was ruining prom for him. I felt a twinge of sympathy. As much as I disliked Finn, I disliked Quinn more. I explained to him the proper corsage to get for Quinn. I took a deep breath. I had to get away. Seeing Jesse today already caught me off guard. I couldn't be around Finn when I wasn't on top of my game.

"I have to go," I said and walked away quickly.

-Gleeeeeeee-

Mercedes and I were standing in front of my mirror, getting ready for prom.

"Girl, you look awesome," she said.

"Thanks Mercedes. You do, too. I think it's great you're going with Sam. He's wonderful."

"I'm really glad, too. You don't mind that I'm going with him, right?"

I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Of course not. I have feelings Noah. I'm completely over Sam."

She smiled and gave me a hug. "I love Puckleberry."

"I get that a lot," I laughed.

-Gleeeeee-

Puck POV:

Sam and I sat with Mercedes and Rachel at Breadstix. Rachel looked gorgeous. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I looked up when I heard foot steps approach our table. Fucking great. Finn and Quinn.

Finn smiled. "Hey guys. Rachel, you look amazing."

Quinn frowned and linked her arm possessively in Finn's. She needs to get the fuck over herself. Everyone knows she and Finn are just dating so she can win prom queen.

"Thanks," Rachel muttered nervously.

"Will you save a dance for me?" he asked.

Rachel patted my leg when she felt my arm tense around her.

She shook her head. "Finn, we both have dates. We should just dance with them."

Finn gave her a sad smile. "Well, let me know if you change your mind."

"I won't," Rachel said as Finn and Quinn went over to their table.

When we were done with dinner, we all got up from our table and headed outside.

I leaned down and whispered in Rachel's ear, "I have a surprise for you."

The limo I rented pulled in front of the restaurant.

Rachel squealed and pulled me into a kiss.

"Noah, how did you afford this?"

"My pool cleaning business. It's actually a business now."

She smiled. "Thank you so much, Noah. You are amazing."

"So are you," I said as the four of us got into the limo.

-Gleeeeee-

After Rachel and I had finished performing, we finally got some time to dance. I wrapped my arms around Rachel as we danced to Blaine's song. I kissed her neck, causing her to giggle.

"Noah," she whispered. "Prom has been amazing. I'm so glad I could go with you."

"I'm glad I could go with you. I wouldn't want to go with anyone else."

I pulled her into a kiss. Suddenly, we heard footsteps stomping over to us.

"Hey," Finn shouted. "Keep it PG."

I let go of Rachel and walked over to Finn. "Mind your own business, Hudson."

"This is my school, so it's my business," he sneered.

"But Rachel isn't your girlfriend, so fuck off."

Finn's face twisted in rage. The fucker pushed me. Pushing is for wimps. I punched him in the face. He tackled me as we rolled to the ground throwing punches.

"Finn, what is wrong with you?" Quinn screamed.

"Noah, stop it," Rachel shouted.

I hated hearing the desperation in her voice, but I wasn't letting Finn get away with his shit.

All of a sudden, Coach Sylvester snatched us up.

"Prom's over for you two," she shouted as she dragged us to the door.

Quinn followed after us. "Wait, Finn and I are candidates from Prom king and queen," she said.

Coach Sylvester sneered. "Get over it."

-Gleeeeee-

Rachel POV:

Prom had gone from perfect to disaster in the blink of an eye. Noah and Finn had been thrown out of the prom. I was dateless. Then, Kurt was elected prom queen. How could people be so cruel? Now, I was running after Quinn. She fled from the gym after losing prom queen. I followed her into the girls' restroom.

"Quinn," I said.

She turned towards me, her eyes wild with fury. "This is your fault," she hissed. "No one voted for me because they could tell Finn would rather be with you."

"That's not true—" I said but was cut off by Quinn's hand slapping across my face.

My mouthed gaped open as I grabbed my cheek.

"I'm so sorry," Quinn whispered.

She walked towards me, but I backed away from her.

"Rachel, I don't know what got into me," she said.

I inched towards the door. Quinn slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Oh crap. Rachel, you can't tell anyone. I could get suspended. Or worse, people would thing I'm a bitch," she cried.

"Quinn, I won't tell anyone. Just leave me alone," I said as I walked out the door.

I let the tears that had been building up fall, blurring my vision, as I ran through the halls. I was running so fast and mindlessly that I bumped into someone.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"It's okay, Rachel," a familiar voice said.

"Jesse, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, I was following Jacob's tweets and saw that Puck was kicked out of prom. I thought you could use a date."

"Jesse, I don't need a date. I think I'm going to leave."

He grabbed my arm. "Is that a hand mark on your cheek? Did Puck hit you?"

I gasped. "No, Jesse. He would never."

"Then who did? Was it Finn?"

"No, Jesse. I can't tell you who did it."

"You're protecting Puck," he said. "I'll kill him."

"It wasn't Noah," I screeched.

He bent down and looked at my cheek. "The hand print is small. It was a girl. It was Quinn, wasn't it?"

I nodded. "You can't tell anyone, Jesse. Please."

He sighed. "I won't, but you should."

"Thank you, Jesse. It was nice seeing you, but I have to go."

I ran out the door, leaving him staring at me.

-Gleeeeeee-

Puck POV:

I sat on a bench outside of the school, waiting for Rachel. I felt like such an idiot. I ruined prom for her because of my anger. She's going to hate me. I shivered. I can't stand the thought of that. Finally, Rachel came outside.

"Noah," she sighed.

I stood up quickly. "Rachel, I'm so sorry. Wait, what happened to your cheek?"

"Noah, we are going to talk about you first."

"No way," I said. "Tell me who hurt you."

She put her hands on her hips. "I'll tell you if you listen to me."

I sighed and nodded.

She smoothed out her dress. I could tell she was getting ready to go on a rant.

"Noah, I'm very disappointed in you. I can't believe you couldn't control your anger especially over something as stupid as Finn. I hate that you left me dateless, but most of all I hate that you didn't know that Finn will never come between us."

"I'm sorry, Rach. It won't happen again"

"It better not," she said. "You're lucky you did a lot more good than bad tonight."

"Okay, I listened to you. Tell me who hit you," I demanded.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone."

"I won't. I'll just kill whoever did it."

She laughed. "It was Quinn."

"Damn. I can't hit a girl."

"Don't worry, Noah. I'm satisfied with the fact that I have blackmail on Quinn Fabray," she said with a smile.

"That's very out of character. I like it," I whispered as I pulled her into a kiss.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I can't believe I only have two more left. Please read and review!