Hi, thank you to those who put this story on alert and all that stuff. This story just totally came to me the other day so I don't know where this story is going to go, but I already have an ending planned out. I don't know about the stuff in between, so I'm just planning this as I go. It will sort of follow season one, but Puck will not/did not get Quinn pregnant and Rachel doesn't/won't have a crush on Finn. I hope you like my writing and I hope it's written atleast half as well as other srories I've read on this site. Sorry in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors. Okay enough with my rant and on with the story.

PS I'm not sure if I'm supposed to put a disclaimer so here it is just in case,

I don't own Glee blah blah blah.

Now here is the next chapter...

"Rachel, I've always cared about you; since the first day of kindergarten when we became friends. I know you think it doesn't seem like it now, but I still do. Just remember that. Now, if Karofsky or anyone else ever slushies you again, come and tell me, so I can kick their asses," Rachel felt her heart swell at these words. She had been crushing on Puck since the day she met him. When they literally cut off all contact from each other, she had no choice but to bury those feelings.

She wasn't blind, though. She always caught him staring at her butt in glee. She kind of liked it.

Now, sitting at the sink in the girls' bathroom with him brought back all those old feelings to the surface.

"Thanks," she replied after noticing she had paused for too long. Puck smirked and slid out of the bathroom.

When Rachel got home later that day, her phone buzzed, signaling a text. She flipped it open to find that it was from Puck.

hey, do u want 2 go 2 the playground? remember when we were kids?

Rachel smiled at all the memories that flooded her mind.

Flashback

"Come on Noah, you can make it!" a six year old Rachel yelled from the top of the jungle gym.

"No I can't Rachel. It's too high!" mini Puck had replied. Rachel slid down the bars with ease.

"Come on, let's go and play in the sand!" Rachel grabbed Puck's hand and together they ran off to the pit.

Rachel's dads were watching them in the distance,

"Aww, they are so cute," Hiram Berry murmured.

Different Flashback

Puck and Rachel were now nine years old. Sitting at one of the picnic tables under the gazebo, Rachel saw a boy who looked about their age. He was kind of tall, though, and had short brown hair. He was dribbling around a basketball in the court, alone.

Rachel nudged Puck and said, pointing,

"Why don't we go introduce ourselves. That boy looks really nice."

They got up from the table and walked over to the basketball court.

"Hi, I'm Noah, and this is Rachel," Puck said, gesturing to Rachel.

"Hi," she said with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm Finn," the boy replied,"I just moved here."

"Well Finn, we can be your first new friends," Rachel said.

Together, the the three fourth graders played in the sand pit, on the jungle gym, the monkey bars, and swung on the swings.

Different Flashback

Summer was coming to an end and in two short weeks, Puck and Rachel were off to high school. The playground had always been their spot, and right now, the pair were sitting under a shady tree, watching the sun set.

Finn was out of town until the follwing week, so Puck and Rachel didn't have much to do, except sit around in the park together.

Rachel was complaining that she was going to high school and she didn't even have her first kiss yet. She was rambling on and on how she shouldn't be starting high school without being kissed when Puck pressed his lips to hers lightly. The kiss lasted about five seconds, but they both felt a spark ignite within themselves.

Rachel smiled as Puck took her hand in his and looked back up at the sky.

Unfortunately, when Rachel tried to call Puck the next day, he wouldn't pick up. He didn't return any texts or emails and when Finn came back from vacation, he wouldn't tell her what was wrong,

"I don't know," he would shrug, "why don't you ask him yourself?" She even rang his doorbell a couple times, but his mother opened the door every time and said,

"I'm sorry Rachel, Noah's busy right now."

Rachel had to fight back tears at the realizaton that her best friend didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

End of Flashbacks

Rachel snapped backed to reality. She sighed and, longing for the days before she went to the bottomless pit of cruel jerks and preppy snobs that is William McKinley High School, quickly typed a reply,

Yes I'd love to.

That was chapter two. Yes I know that it was short, but I have a general idea of what certain things I want to happen in each chapter as I write them, so...yeah.