A/N: Daniverse chapter! I decided that they're still rehearsing for Sectionals. Will I ever tackle the major event of Sectionals in the Daniverse? Maybe. Maybe not. I do not know.

Babygate did not happen, so uh, yeah. In case that wasn't clear. (Sorry that I'm lame enough to do everything possible to avoid angst at all costs, guys.)

Part two tomorrow!

It started with a sneeze. A small, simple, little sneeze. Rachel freaked.

"You're sick," Rachel stated matter-of-factly from her seat next to him.

Puck parked his truck and looked at her incredulously. "Berry, it was a fucking sneeze."

"That's how it always starts," she said conspiratorially as she reached for her purse. "And then, before you even realize it, you're sick and your vocal chords are in extreme danger of being damaged. Forever."

Was she fucking serious about this shit? Puck looked at her with his usual look that said 'Bitch, you fuckin' crazy'. "I don't think that's legit, Berry," he said dryly.

She ignored him and rifled through her purse, finally pulling out a little packet and handed it to him. "It's On-the-Go Airborne. Mix it in some water and drink it to get better. I have extra water bottles in my trolley bag," she said.

"Whatever," he muttered, rolling his eyes and sticking the little packet in his letter jacket. He got out of the truck and went to grab her pink trolley bag from his truck.

Getting out of his truck and shutting it close, she said, "You cannot get sick, Noah. You need to keep your immune system in perfect condition to combat colds and other such sicknesses." Once he handed over her stuff, she unzipped it and grabbed a water bottle, placing it in front of him. "Here," she said.

He took the extended water bottle and shoved it in the side pocket of his backpack. "Later," he muttered gruffly, walking away from her.

Later, during the passing period before lunch, Rachel snuck up on him.

"Did you take all that Airborne?" she demanded.

"Holy fuck, Berry!" he whispered, nearly jumping in surprise. (He didn't, obviously, because he was a badass; and badasses don't jump in fear or surprise because of little midgets, no matter how crazy.)

"Well? Did you drink it all?" she asked, glaring at him.

He turned around to face her and tried to hide the unopened water bottle from her. "Sure," he said casually, shrugging.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him and leaned forward and reached into his pocket.

"Whoa, there, handsy!" he muttered, backing away.

But her tiny fist emerged with the unopened packet of Airborne. "Noah Puckerman! You're going to get sick." She shook the packet in his face angrily.

His eye twitched. "It was a fucking sneeze!" he bellowed, but it ended with his voice cracking into a small cough. He froze, as he saw the 'Aha!' look flash across her brown eyes. He rolled his eyes.

Fuck it.

She crossed her arms and jutted out a hip. "What was that, Noah?"

He tried to clear his throat as quietly as possible, but the cough that erupted from him was unmistakable. "Shit," he mumbled.

Rachel tore open the little packet and reached around him to grab the water bottle from his backpack. Twisting the cap off, she sprinkled the Airborne into the bottle. After recapping it, she shook it up and shoved it into his chest.

She rested her balled up fists on her hips. "Drink it," she said forcefully, eyes narrowing once again into slits. "Glee cannot have one of its members sick, with Sectionals so close around the corner! My future cannot afford you taking sick days and missing out on important dance rehearsals! You know what will happen if you miss dance rehearsals? You will miss a step, make a mistake, you might even fall down, Noah. And you will ruin all of New Directions' chances at winning Sectionals! And that simply cannot happen when we are just starting our journey to becoming number one."

She was glaring up at him intensely, chest heaving.

He was actually scared (but totally, strangely, turned on), for about half a second, except that Noah Puckerman doesn't get scared like some sorta pansyass, and then he leaned forward, towering over her small frame. He gave her credit for not backing down. He promptly faked a hacking cough all over her face before turning around and stomping down the hall, smirking to himself as he heard her outraged and disgusted cries.

Take that, Berry.

As the day wore on, Puck found himself feeling shittier and shittier. It was getting difficult to breathe like a normal person instead of a mouth-breather, coughing or sneezing more often, and with a dull throbbing at his temples developing while slowly increasing in pain.

Goddammit.

He was sick.

(And it was totally Berry's fault.)

In the middle of Glee's rehearsal, Puck could barely sing due to his sore and scratchy throat, so he lip-synched to all the songs instead.

And of course Rachel was the only fucking one that could even tell.

She raised her hand and waved it frantically in the air. "Excuse me, excuse me!" she said loudly, stopping in the middle of the dance routine, halting everyone that had to maneuver around her.

Mr. Schue hung his head and put his hands on his hips in an exasperated manner. "Yes, Rachel?"

"Noah's sick," she stated matter-of-factly.

All eyes landed on Puck and he froze.

"He's lip-synching," she said in the same voice.

Mr. Schue frowned and turned to Puck. "Puck, is that true? You're sick? You seem fine, but do you…maybe want to sit down?" he asked, in that semi-annoying 'concerned teacher' voice.

He cleared his throat lately and coughed a little, trying to be discreet as possible. "I'm fine," he muttered gruffly. "I'm not sick at all," he added, rolling his eyes.

"Your pants are aflame!" she shouted dramatically, pointing a finger accusingly at him. "You are undeniably sick!"

He rolled his eyes. "The saying's 'liar, liar, pants on fire', crazypants!" he growled at her irritably. And then he clutched his pounding head and groaned loudly.

"I suggest a five minute break," Rachel said, and before Mr. Schue could deny or approve of her suggestion, Rachel was already dragging Puck out of the choir room.

(He didn't put up much of a fight. He blamed it on his pounding headache.)

"Noah, go home and get some rest. It's obvious that you didn't drink the Airborne I gave you," she said softly.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm fine," he bit out roughly, clearing his throat for the umpteenth time that day. "Damn it," he muttered, coughing slightly.

She pursed her lips. "Glee rehearsal's almost over, anyway. Go home."

He glared at her. "Stop houndin' me, crazy."

She mirrored his look. "Why must you insist on being so stubborn?"

"Why do you gotta be so crazy all the time?" he shot back.

"I'll call your mother," she warned.

"…Fine."

She smiled triumphantly as he walked down the hallway.

"Noah, you're sick," Dani whispered in awe, eyes wide in surprise.

He lifted the covers off his head and sat up in bed, glaring hatefully at her. "So I've been told," he snarled in a stuffy voice, before hacking out a strangled cough.

She made a face. "You're, like, five times meaner when you're sick."

"Urgh…" he moaned, falling backwards and pulling the covers over his bed. "Go away so I can sleep this off."

She wrinkled her nose. "Don't you need to take medicine?"

"No."

"Do you want some soup?"

"No."

"Do you want a box of tissues? You sound kinda stuffy."

"I want you to get the fuck out."

Ignoring him, she walked over and sat on the corner of his bed. "You remember that one time, when I was super sick with the flu? And I asked why you never got sick?"

He didn't say anything, just sneezed and then groaned instead.

Dani continued, "And then you told me that you couldn't get sick because you were too much of a badass?" She grinned and poked him playfully in the arm. "You're a liar!" she said cheerfully.

Without looking up, he grabbed his pillow and whacked her upside the head.

The next day, Dani came home right after school instead of going to the Rosenberg's because Puck had skipped school due to being sick.

She skipped up the driveway and took off her shoe, shaking out her house key. She started humming as she opened her front door.

Once she was inside her house, she sang out, "I'm home!" and bound up the stairs to check on her brother. She quietly opened his door, and tip-toed in, watching him as he slept under the covers. Frowning, she approached his bed. "Noah? Noah, did you eat anything today yet?"

When he didn't answer, she yanked off the covers and shook him by the shoulder. "Noah! Did you at least take some medicine?"

He woke up groggily and coughed into his shoulder. "No. Leave me alone, midget."

"You need to take care of yourself!"

"Shut up."

She puffed out her cheeks at his stubbornness and idiocy. "Noah, you need to—"

He pointed at his door angrily, glaring at her. "Out!" he growled.

Dani pouted, glaring at him and stomped out his room. "Go ahead and stay sick for forever, then, dummy!" she yelled.

"Whatever, brat!" he shouted back half-heartedly.

Once she got downstairs, she ran to the home phone, picked it up and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?" a voice on the other line greeted.

"Noah's sick. And he won't let me take care of him. He's not eating or taking any medicine," she paused, "It's 'cause he's a dumbass."

Rachel sighed and said, "I'll be over in fifteen minutes. I'll bring over the necessary ingredients to make the soup at your house and I'll bring some medicine for Noah to take, alright?"

Dani smiled and chirped into the phone, "Okay! I'll see you soon, Rachel!"

"Good-bye, Dani."

"Bye!"

The phone clicked off and Dani put it back in its cradle.

She ran up the stairs, into Puck's room, and jumped on top of him. "Rachel's coming over to take care of you and then you'll get better in no time!"

He gave a strangled shout as she landed on him. Pulling the covers off his face, he glared up at his sister. "You're the worse sister ever. Why the fuck did you call Berry for?" he grumbled.

She took a look at his bloodshot eyes, red nose, and his scruffy jaw and made a face. "Jeez, you look awful," she muttered, winkling her nose and leaning away from him.

Puck rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Anyway, I called Rachel because I love you and you need to get better," she said firmly, leaning in to give him a quick peck on his forehead before jumping off and running out of his room.

He groaned and rolled over in bed, covering his head with his pillow.

Great. Just motherfucking great. Big Mama Berry bringing shitty soup and fucking medicine over. Can't fucking wait.

(He hopes that, at the very least, the medicine she brings will be cherry.)