A/N: Well…you guys wanted it. Daniverse chapter!

Puck was sleeping when he got a phone call early Saturday morning. So, he did what every respectable teenage boy did; ignored it and rolled over to continue sleeping.

The ringing stopped and Puck settled back into his bed comfortably, before his cell phone went off once again. Frowning, he smacked his hand down on his dresser, groping around for the source of the annoying noise. When his hand landed on the cell phone, he saw Crazy Berry flashing across the screen. He groaned and ignored it once again.

Always tenacious, she merely called him again.

Irritated and fully awake at this point, he shot up in bed and yanked the phone to his ear. "What, Berry?" he barked rudely into the phone.

A loud, disgusting sounding cough invaded his ears and he grimaced, pulling the phone away as if it could infect him all over again. When it ceased, he tentatively held it to his ear once more, he said sarcastically, "Sorry? Didn't catch that."

"I'm sick," Rachel grumbled, sounding absolutely miserable.

Puck smirked, images of their kiss and Rachel's reaction afterward flashing through his mind, and said, "Thought your immune system was badass?"

"You tongued me!" she shouted accusingly into the phone, before coughing again, "And made me sick!"

He couldn't help it; he gave a loud bark of laughter. "You know you loved it, Berry."

"You completely violated me, caused me serious discomfort, and passed on your sickness to me," and then she mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'cretin' under her breath.

Puck snickered into the phone loudly, beyond amused.

"Stop your snickering!" she snapped into the phone, well, she attempted, but it was more coughing than snapping. "I demand compensation," she said, trying her best to sound as fierce as possible in spite of her sniffling and croaky voice.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you want, Berry?"

"I want soup and my medicine back. I accidentally forgot mine at your house," she sighed. "And my feet rubbed."

His eyes widened. "Whoa there, Berry! I ain't rubbin' your stanky feet!" he said, wrinkling his nose.

"What are you talking about? I get regular pedicures and I'm willing to bet that my feet are cleaner than your disgusting mouth and tongue!" she said defensively, wailing the last part at him. And then she continued hacking pathetically into the phone.

(Puck almost felt bad. Almost.)

He rolled his eyes. "Suck it up, Berry, suck it up."

She sniffed loudly and exhaled sharply. "I will not suck anything up, Noah Pucker—why are you laughing? I'm being completely serious here!"

"Oh god, Berry. You're such a dumbass sometimes."

"Noah, I expect you to come by my house immediately, with hot soup, my medicine, and 'The Phantom of the Opera', which I lent to your mother," she croaked.

He winced. "Shit, Berry. You sound god-awful."

"…Thank you, Noah, for your kind words," she said sarcastically.

"Yeah, no problem," he said casually.

"So?" she asked huffily, "Are you coming over later on today, like I requested?"

"Nope!" he replied, hanging up on her protests. "Finally," he sighed as he put his phone on his dresser. He fell back on his pillows and closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, Dani barged into his room, shouting his name, and jumped on top of him.

With a painful gasp, he jerked forward and then glared at her. "What the fuck, brat?" he growled irritably.

"Noah, Noah, Noah!" she said in a rush, shaking him and looking panicked.

For a minute, he actually felt a small thread of worry unravel in his stomach. He sat up and grabbed Dani by the shoulders, shaking her slightly. "What, Dani? What's wrong?" he asked quickly.

"Noah! Rachel's sick!" she said frantically in a breathless whisper.

He stared at her flatly. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he growled.

She shook her head vigorously and replied, "No, I'm not. She just called a few minutes ago! She said she's sick and it's all your fault."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Berry's a big girl, she can deal."

"But who will make her soup?" she asked worryingly.

"…I'm gonna pretend you didn't ask that question right now."

She looked up at him with big, worried eyes. "But, Noah, she forgot her medicine over here and she's home by herself with no one to take care of her!"

He frowned at that. "Her dads aren't home?"

She shook her head once again. "Nope. She's home by herself. Noah, I think we should come over."

"Hell no."

Dani glared at him. "You big dummy! Rachel took care of you and then you got her sick! Can't you be nice for once in your life and do something?" she yelled, poking him hard in the chest.

"I don't do nice things," he growled.

She huffed loudly. "Well, that much is obvious," she mumbled quietly.

They sat on his bed, Dani with her arms crossed and pouting, Puck watching her with an annoyed expression on his face.

She brightened. "I know! Noah, what's Mike's number! He'll be more than happy to—"

"Get dressed, brat. We're leaving in twenty minutes."

(She smirked to herself evilly as she left his room.)

"Noah, why are we stopping by the grocery store?"

"To pick up Berry's medicine."

"But…she already has some."

"I forgot it at home and it was almost gone anyway. We'll just buy her a new bottle."

"Oh. That's actually kinda nice of you, Noah."

"Well, don't sound so surprised."

"I can't help it. You're a huge butthole most of the time."

"Hey! What did I say about that word, huh?"

"…To not censor it like some sort of 'pussy'."

"Right. So try it again."

"Fine! You're an asshole. Jeez."

"Damn right, I am."

"…I miss Rachel…"

After their little stop, Puck finally pulled into Rachel's driveway. Once he got out of the truck and helped Dani down safely, he jogged up the patio steps and rang the doorbell repeatedly, just to be obnoxious.

Dani rolled her eyes and said, "Real mature, Noah."

"Shut up. You're ten," he shot back.

"My comment still stands."

Another minute of Puck continuously hitting the doorbell with his finger passed, and just when he was about to kick down the door or just leave all together, it finally opened.

"Cease and desist!" came her annoyed shout just before she came into view.

Rachel stood in the doorway, wearing light pink pajamas with gold stars all over them, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, looking just as bad as she'd sounded over the phone.

Puck's eyebrows shot up. "Whoa, Berry. Lookin' hot," he said sarcastically.

She glared at him, but the effect was severely dulled due to the bags under her eyes, puffy nose, and pathetic sniffling. "I detest you, Noah Puckerman."

He smirked wickedly at her. "You'll come around, Berry, you'll come around," he said jokingly.

"We brought soup!" Dani blurted, holding up a bag with a few cans of soup clinking together.

"Thank goodness you're a sweetheart, Dani," Rachel sighed, stepping aside and letting them in.

She beamed at her and walked through first. "Thanks!"

Rachel smiled down at her and then sneezed into her shoulder. She pulled a clean tissue out from the packet in her pocket and blew her nose as delicately as she could into it. And then she shoved it as rudely as possible into Puck's unsuspecting hands.

"Ugh! Gross, Berry!" he gagged, immediately dropping the diseased tissue onto the ground and wiping his hands on his jeans.

"You kissed me," she said flatly.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you know you liked it."

Rachel gave Dani another bottle of Airborne and refused to be within three feet of the younger girl. With Puck, however, she coughed and sneezed on him more often than not. And even though she knew he couldn't catch the same thing from her again, the look on his face every time she covered him in her germs was priceless.

"Goddamnit, Berry!" he growled, glaring at her fiercely. "If you don't stop sneezing on me, I'm going to plug up your nose with that pillow."

"Not possible," she sniffed leaning into her couch's armrest.

He grabbed the pillow from between him and Dani. "Then let's try it," he muttered, reaching over and pretending to smother her with it.

"Noah! Stop! What are you—stop!" she cried, covering her face as he just started to hit her with the pillow. "Noah! Stop it."

Dani rolled her eyes and scooted closer to her side of the armrest, trying to pay attention to 'The Phantom of the Opera'.

"Take that, Berry!" he said, grinning crazily, as he continued whacking her with the soft pillow.

At this point, most of her hair had escaped its ponytail, falling around her face haphazardly. "Would you kindly stop it?" she shouted, sounding muffled due to her arms covering her face.

"Promise not to sneeze or cough on me like the freak you are," he said, stopping with the one-sided pillow fight.

She paused, and when she realized that Puck had stopped for the time being, she tentatively looked up at him. When he raised an eyebrow, she sat up straight and pushed her messy hair out of her eyes. "Alright, I agree. I will no longer aim my germs at you intentionally. However, in it happens again, I apologize in advance."

"Good," he said.

"You two are weird," Dani said flatly, without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Here's your soup, so stop your whining," Puck muttered, placing the bowl into her lap, and sitting next to her.

Dani had fallen asleep and Puck had taken her into the guest room, so they wouldn't accidentally wake her up with their bickering.

"That looks horrible," she said, frowning. She looked down into the bowl full of clumpy noodles and small squares of chicken swimming in a murky broth.

"It came from a can. What? You expect me to cook you something?"

"Hm. The idea of you cooking me something to eat just made this bowl of unattractive looking soup seem much more appealing."

"You got that shit right. Noah Puckerman doesn't cook. Now eat up, Berry."

Rachel stared at the bottle of red syrup. "Where's my grape flavored medication?" she asked dumbly, looking up at Puck and frowning.

"You made me drink your shitty stuff, so now you can drink the cherry one," he said.

She wrinkled her nose. "You're saying you went out and specifically bought just to give me a bad taste in my mouth?" She paused, noticing the look on his face. "Don't follow that up with an inappropriate comment," she warned.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever. Just drink the damn thing."

She frowned at him and sighed. "Alright, then." She got up off the couch, and walked into the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water and spoon as she sat back down on the couch with Puck. She poured the red liquid into the spoon and gave it a hard, flat stare before quickly shoving it in her mouth and swallowing. She grimaced and took a drink of water. "There," she mumbled, making a small face.

"Atta girl, Berry," he said fondly, clapping her on the back, "And now we're even."

"No, we're not," she pouted, "You plundered my mouth with your disgusting, vile, wagging tongue."

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "You're never gonna let that go, are you?"

She glared at him. "I prefer my kisses to have some meaning to them. Yours was obviously to your own amusement and you clearly didn't care about my feelings and emotional trauma afterward."

That offended him. "What? How were you traumatized? A hot dude kisses you and you're traumatized? The hell, Berry?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Not every girl wants to end up with an illness after a kiss, Noah," she said dryly. She made a face. "Also, I've heard rumors of your past history. I don't know where that tongue's been. And no, I do not want to hear any sort of story about your tongue."

He paused, because she had a point. "Whatever," he muttered.

They sat in silence for a while before Rachel propped her feet up into his lap. "Where's my foot rub, Mr. Puckerman?"

"No way, rub 'em, yourself," he snorted.

She shrugged and moved to put her feet back on the floor. "Alright, but I'll just ask your mother for some embarrassing stories from your childhood life to recite back to our fellow Glee Clubbers," she said innocently with a small, but positively wicked, smile.

His jaw dropped and he glared at her. "I have that picture of you in your elf costume!" he reminded her.

She nodded. "I realize that, but I'm sure your mother has a lifetime of stories that could combat and cancel out my photo," she said smugly. "Besides, your mother has told me nothing but wondrous things about your massaging capabilities."

He raised an eyebrow slowly at her. "Yeah, Berry, I'm good with my hands," he said suggestively, smirking at her.

Her eyes widened and she floundered for a moment. "You—you know—that's not what I meant!"

"How about a full body massage then?" he whispered huskily, leaning in toward her, placing his hands on her hips.

She quickly pushed his hands away. "I'm fine! I won't be in need of any massages right now!" she squeaked, turning a lovely shade of red.

Puck smirked at her and shrugged a shoulder at her. "Your loss, Berry."

Rachel moved a few inches away from him."I am completely fine with that loss," she grumbled, hands on her cheeks, trying to stop them from heating up any more.

"Well, I'm here if you ever need me to help you release some…tension," he said with a mischievous wink.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said flatly.