Sorry it's been so long, I sort of lost my train of thought. Final chapter should be up tomorrow!

Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Glee?


He wasn't exactly sure why he was in the choir room so early, though he had no other place to go. It was like animal instinct, where they all sit down before the inevitable storm. All he knew was that people were starting to act strangely again, and Finn had readopted the 'hurt puppy' look.

It hit him when she walked through the door.

St. Douche was back.

To his surprise there was no grand entrance, he just continued to talk to Rachel and took a seat, while everyone else around them tried to pretend like this wasn't awkward at all.

Finn sat in the very back row, on the furthest right side, which was about as far away from Jesse as he could get. Granted, it was a pretty good idea, because Puck wasn't sure if St. Douche (the name stuck) had heard about Jessie's Girl yet, but… it was best to be on the safe side.

The next Glee he saw Rachel walk in slowly and sadly, having obviously cried lately, and he had no idea what came over him. His body just went into full alert mode, because seriously, something was up. And it wasn't until Jesse came in with a bottle of water did he relax.

Because this wasn't about Jesse. Which frankly, also disappointed him, because whatever it was she was sad about, he probably couldn't really do anything. But if had been St. James, he couldn't still beaten the crap out of him.

But no, he handed Rachel the water and put a comforting arm around her, and she gave him a small, sweet smile, which kind of made Puck wish he had gotten the chance to hit the bastard.


"That's Rachel's mom."

He's not gonna lie, the first thing he thought when he heard the words was, "Wait, didn't Mr. Schue make out with her?" The second however, was "Wow, poor Rachel."

The third? "St. Douche!"

Puck may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he didn't have to be to figure out that Jesse was not an idiot. (Well he kind of was, but book wise, the guy was a nerd.) So there is no way that VA's coach was Rachel's mom, and he didn't figure it out.

Which only made it more impossible to believe he wasn't playing her. Especially based on the fact he wasn't here. Then again neither was she.

That's when something clicked in her brain. She wasn't here because duh, she was in Vocal Adrenaline now!

Why not? Her mom was there, her boyfriend was too, she probably saw it as an opportunity. Or a new start. It's not she liked it here that much anyway, it's not like she had a big reason to stay. She didn't have a million friends, or even a boyfriend, and Caramel probably even had better funds then McKinley.

Which meant she was gone. Any she probably wasn't coming back. And it was all their fault. Partially his. He had thrown slushies at her, made fun on her, and made sure he was a social pariah. He made sure she didn't have any friends, or a boyfriend, or anything.

But he couldn't think about that right now. He had to tell the club what he had realized. He had to make this better. So he swallowed back his guilt and said in the most indifferent and annoyed tone he could manage, "We're screwed. Rachel's gonna jump ship over to Vocal Adrenaline."

And no, he definitely did not breathe a sigh of a relief when she walked into the room with a speech and another ridiculous outfit. But he still had to smile, because they hadn't lost her yet.


"Jesse, why are you up there with them?"

He's gonna be honest. He wasn't paying attention to half to crap St. Douche (rightfully so) was spewing, more to Rachel, who was just standing there shaking her head disbelievingly.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Finn step up to say something, no doubt heroic and would make everyone feel better. He took a step up beside his ex-best friend in support, because if he could say something that would make Rachel smile had would owe him eternally.

"Why here, in the auditorium?"

Nice one Hudson. What a great motivational speech.

But then St. James opened his mouth again, but Puck couldn't really here the words coming out, (or just wasn't paying any mind) until he started to sing and dance like the drama queen he was.

He cast one last look at Finn, who had just given Vocal Adrenaline an open invitation to wipe the floor with their faces, then walked over a few meters to be closer to Rachel, in case of emergency.

The song drew to an impressive close, and Puck struggled to keep his face unreadable. But to be honest, he was a bit nervous. Because that was pretty awesome.

They all stood back as Rachel got her last dramatic gaze at Jesse, who looked right back.

Then he walked away from her.

And Puck kind of felt bad. Because a lot of people seemed to be doing that these days.


Puck was literally seeing red.

. The. Heck.

Slushies were one thing, but eggs? Throwing eggs at a vegan? A girl vegan? A Rachel Berry girl vegan? It was just wrong and so much crueler on so many levels.

Total and complete bull.

So he said that, and called on the rest of his boys to help him on another little revenge mission on Vocal Adrenaline.

Because you do not fuck with Rachel Berry.

"Guys, violence is never the answer." He nearly groaned out loud. Mr. Schue was such a buzz kill.

Because this one time violence was the answer. You couldn't just get away with throwing eggs at someone as defenseless as Rachel, especially after breaking her heart. It was just awful.

So yeah, he was definitely gonna crack some VA skulls, starting with Jesse St. James.

He told Mr. Schue that too. And then proceeded out the door.

"Guys, stop!" And of course, Kurt being Kurt (he wasn't sure why Kurt was planning on coming anyway) was the first to sit down. Mr. Schue continued on his speech about how violence was wrong or whatever, but Puck was just staring at Finn the entire time.

Because the way he was acting about this had gone from protective teammate and was bordering on creepy. And he did not want anyone to think he had feelings for Berry. So he glared at Finn to say something, because Jesse was gone, and this was Finn's time to shine, so come on Finn, stick up for your girl.

"But we can't just get Vocal Adrenaline get away with turning Rachel into an omelet!"

Praise the Lord. The boy finally got some sense.