A/N: I changed my mind. I wasn't quite ready to end the story yet. I'm really attached to it; it's probably my favorite one I've ever written, so you guys will have a few more chapters! Lemme know what you think! I'm thinking about continuing it as I watch the new episodes and incorporate those in there; it will still be my own story though. Let me know if you want to see that or not.

"Puck, would you like to stay for dinner?" asked Tim later that night. Puck looked up at Rachel to make sure it was okay. He didn't want to make the situation awkward for her. He knew the only reason he was asked was because the Berrys cared about their daughter and they knew he made her happy.

"No," she said seriously. He was sort of bummed. He never wanted to have dinner with a girl's parents before, but they were in love and he wanted them to know it. "I'm just kidding, of course you can." She nudged him with her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "I want you to stay."

"You think you're funny don't you?" He playfully nipped at her nose.

"Actually, I do," she smiled proudly.

"I guess that means yes." Tim came upstairs to find his daughter sitting on her boyfriend's lap. Rachel quickly scrambled to sit beside Noah. They interlocked fingers behind their back.

"Yes sir, I would be honored to stay for dinner," he smiled politely. Tim hesitated by Rachel's room for a few minutes before finally heading back downstairs. As soon as he was gone, Rachel went back to sitting on Puck's lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Honored? Sir? Why Mister Puckerman, I think I might be rubbing off on you just a tad bit." She tapped his nose with her index finger.

"What can I say? My girlfriend's a good influence on me," he said kissing the back of her neck. They sat in silence until Bill called them down for dinner.

"Mmm I don't want to move. I feel so comforted right now." She snuggled closer to Puck.

"I know what you mean, but I really don't want another death stare from either of your fathers." He squeezed her tighter before grabbing her hand and walking downstairs. Rachel took her usual seat in the chair against the wall with Puck sitting across from her. She would have rather sat next to him, but her fathers liked it better this way. There was complete and awkward silence until Bill broke it.

"So Puck, tell me about yourself?" he said staring his daughter's boyfriend in the eyes.

"Well what do you want to know sir?" he said apprehensively.

"Tell me about your parents, school. How is school going anyway? Getting good grades?"

"Uh school's fine. My grades are average." That was the reason he hated meeting a girl's parents. Maybe it was better if I didn't stay for dinner. He was shaking his leg underneath the table. Rachel knew the next question her father was going to ask and she wasn't thrilled about it. She gave her father "the teenage girl stare."

"No," she mouthed, but he went ahead and asked the question anyway.

"So what's with this Quinn girl?"

"You don't have to answer that," she said to Puck.

"I would actually love to hear the answer to this question," Bill continued. Rachel slumped down in her chair to hide her face in humiliation.

"Dad can I have a minute with you in the kitchen?" Rachel said through her teeth. Before her dad had the chance to answer, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" she said with her hands on her hips.

"This boy has hurt you so many times and you're just willing to forgive him?"

"Yes daddy. Isn't that what you've always taught me? I know he's made some mistakes, but so have I and he's forgiven me for the mistakes I've made, so why shouldn't I forgive him?" He knew his daughter was right, but he wasn't ready to forgive him.

"Well maybe you're ready to forgive him, but I'm not. I saw how much pain he caused you, I'm not about to let that happen again."

"But do you see how much joy he brings me too? Noah is a good guy and if you just give him a chance, you'll see that too." She tried to reason with her dad, but there was no use. She walked back into the kitchen to find Puck getting up from his seat.

"Thanks for the invitation Mister Berry but I think I should be getting home now." He threw his napkin onto the table and grabbed his coat off the hook in the hallway.

"I think that's a good idea," suggested Tim.

"Wait, where are you going?" Rachel asked following him.

"I don't think now is the best time for me to be here. I'll see you soon alright." He held onto the back of her head and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before slipping out the door. Once he was gone, Rachel averted her attention back to her fathers.

"Why did you do that?" she said walking back towards her parents.

"Rachel, I'm only looking out for you. I just don't want to see you get hurt again," said Bill trying to calm his daughter down.

"He won't hurt me again, I know he won't!" Rachel wasn't calming down. She was upset with her father.

"He will. Guys like him are only looking for one thing."

"Sex?" Rachel finished her father's sentence. "It's not like that with him. He's good to me daddy! He loves me and it's not just about sex with him, I know it's not."

"Did he tell you that it's different with you? That you're too special to him and he'll wait until you're ready?" Bill was calm at first, but now he was just as heated as his daughter was.

"Yes and I believe him."

"So did you have sex with him after he told you all that?" Rachel looked down and cracked her knuckles. It was something she did when she was nervous and her father caught on. "That's it. I don't want you seeing that boy anymore!"

"What? You can't do that, this isn't fair!" Rachel cried.

"I'm sorry Rachel. Those are my rules and they are final."

"Aren't you going to do anything?" she asked Tim. When Tim didn't answer, it made Rachel even madder. "I hate you!" She stomped up to her room. She slammed her door and lay face first on her pillow. I thought they wanted me to be happy? They're the ones making me unhappy. She started to sob. She couldn't not see Noah, it wouldn't work for her. A few minutes after she got upstairs she heard a knock on her door.

"Go away," said her muffled voice. She hid her face deeper into her favorite pillow.

"Rachel, honey, I think we need to talk." She looked up and saw Tim. She lay back down in the same position.

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you about Puck. I believe you," he said sitting on his daughter's bed.

"Well then why didn't you tell Daddy that? If you believe that Noah's a good guy, why didn't you just stop the whole situation from happening?" she said sitting up.

"Your father wouldn't have listened to me. He needs time to cool off; he'll come around."

"I love him Daddy. He makes me happy. Why can't Daddy see that?" She nestled into the crook of her father's arm.

"I know you do sweetheart. Your father's just concerned about you. He's afraid that this boy will hurt you again and he doesn't want to see you hurt," he reiterated.

"I wish he would just realize that it's my decision to make. If he hurts me again, which I honestly believe he won't, then I have to deal with it. But it's my life and I think I should get a say in who I can and cannot date."

"You're right. I'm gonna talk to him in a little. Things will work out." Tim got off Rachel's bed and headed downstairs.

When Puck got home his mother could tell something was bothering him.

"Is something bothering you sweetie?" she asked as he sat down on the couch.

"Nothing mom."

"You know you can talk to me. Is it about Rachel?" she said joining her son.

"Her parents don't want me seeing her anymore. They think I'm gonna hurt her again," he said glumly.

"Oh sweetie, don't feel bad. She's their daughter; they would have been protective of her regardless of who she dates." She wrapped her arms around he son and he laid his head on her shoulder.

"I don't think they would have been as protective if she was dating someone else. It's because of me; because of my reputation." Now that he knew Rachel loved him he didn't have such a hard time opening up to people anymore.

"You're right, that's probably one of the reasons. Sweetie, I know you've made some mistakes with her, but I can see how you feel about her. I know it's so different with this girl than all of the other girls before her and that's what you have to show her parents. You have to find a way to show them how much she means to you and if they care about their daughter, they'll see that you make her happy."

"I hope you're right Mom," he said standing up.

"I'm always right," she joked. "All I know is that this girl is very lucky to have you," she said walking into the kitchen.

"I'm lucky to have her; I really am." Puck walked upstairs and went to bed.