They sat in silence, Puck trying to think of a way to make her feel better; and Rachel trying to think of how she could be alone again. She loved him, but not knowing how he felt, despite what Quinn had said; made her gun-shy. A knock on the door interrupted her musings and she pulled away from his warmth to answer the door. Surprise turned into shock, which turned into anger when she saw the person at the door.

"What do you want Santana?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"I want you to stop trying to steal my boyfriend," Santana hissed.

Something didn't sound right about her voice, and Rachel feared that she'd been drinking. She'd had bad experiences with drunks in the past, and she'd rather not relive any of them.

"You listen to me you Glee whore, Puck is mine. He will always be mine. And if you don't stop going after him, I will make your life hell on Earth. Do you understand me?"

"First off," Rachel said, taking a deep breath, "You're drunk. Second, Noah is his own person and can see who he wants when he wants. Obviously you saw his truck parked in my driveway so you know he's here. With me. And third, Santana, you and the Cheerios already make my life hell on Earth, there's nothing you can do to me that hasn't already been done before."

Santana opened her mouth to speak, but Puck chose then to make his presence known.

"Leave me alone Santana," he said, coming up behind Rachel, "I'm through with you."

She narrowed her eyes as she watched him wrap his arms around the freak, "You're going to regret this. I'll make sure of it."

But Puck shook his head, "Not going to happen. Rachel's everything you're not," he moved Rachel behind him, removing his arms from her waist as he got in Santana's face; "You're going to leave her alone. Or every Dirty Little Secret you've ever told me will come out in the open. Understand?"

Santana gaped at him and he shook his head.

"Get out of here," he told her, shutting the door in her face.

He turned back to Rachel, who was watching him. Her face an expressionless mask.

"You okay?" he asked.

Rachel didn't answer, just continued to study him carefully.

"Did you know that Tina, Mercedes and Quinn were here earlier? Before Finn came over."

Puck looked stunned, "I figured that Mercedes and Tina would want to talk to you, but Quinn was here? What did she say?" his sudden nerves made her smile.

"That you two spoke during lunch today," she stepped closer as she spoke, her arms going around his neck, "That your mind was wandering all day," her mouth was a breath away from his, "That you love me," she whispered just before their lips touched.

The warning bells in his head heightened their pitch and became air raid sirens as he wrapped his arms around her slight waist and lost himself in the kiss. Her words registered in his brain and he pulled himself away from her, looking down into her desire clouded eyes.

"She told you what?" he asked again, dumbfounded.

Rachel threw her head back and laughed.