Hi everyone. I know you probably all hate me because it has been so long since I have updated. And I am so so so sorry. Life happened but now that it is summer I'm hoping to have more time to dedicate to this story. Please review :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything Glee related. All that goes to Fox and RM.

"Well Rachel is a new singer at P&F, hired by Puck," Quinn explained. "I went there with Finn one night and we literally bumped into them in the office."

"Still belting out those show tunes?" Kurt asked with a raise in his eyebrows.

"I've moved on to more up to date music, but I still break out Don't Rain on My Parade every once in a while," Rachel blushed.

"So, darling where are you living now?" Kurt asked Rachel. "We must get together sometime and make a plan to embarrass Quinnie at her wedding."

"I don't think so," Quinn said with wide eyes.

"Kidding, kidding, but are you living in a Carrie Bradshaw inspired palace?"
"Well that's another interesting story," Rachel stated looking down at her napkin.

"Good interesting or bad interesting?"

Everyone at the table stayed quiet. Finally Rachel spoke up, "More like scary interesting."

"Oh no," Kurt gasped bringing his hands to his mouth. "What happened?"

"Scott," was all Rachel had to say.

"That dirtbag," Kurt shouted. "I can't believe that he is still roaming the Earth. He deserves to be in jail. Screw jail, he needs to be dead. What happened?"

"He was at the club when I was performing, and then he found me after the show…" Rachel started.

"More like cornered you," Puck interjected.

"Anyway," Rachel began again while putting her hand on Puck's. "There was a confrontation, and he was escorted out of the club. Quinn urged me to tell Puck and Finn, so we explained the whole story. That night I stayed at Noah's place, had a dream about Scott, Noah tried to wake me up and I sort of punched him…"

"Not everyone needs to know that," Puck whispered.

"Anyway, we all went back to my apartment the next day and it was trashed. So Quinn suggested that I move into their guest room. But it is filled with her bridezilla things, so Noah offered his guest room. And that is where I am staying now."

"Did you report the break-in?" Kurt asked intrigued.

"No."

"And why not?" he questioned.

"The police didn't do anything last time, so what's to say that this time they'll actually do something?"
"Um there's real proof," Quinn said.

"It's fine. Everything is cleaned up and in a few days I will go back to my apartment."

"Like hell you will," Puck said looking at her with wide eyes.

"Noah, I will be fine."
"Like I said, like hell you will. You are staying with me until this psycho is caught."

Rachel opened her mouth to rebut Puck's argument, but their waitress came with their food. Quinn and Kurt redirected the conversation to neutral topics. Once everyone finished their dinner, they decided it was getting late and they should all go home. Quinn, Kurt, and Rachel all exchanged numbers, and promised to set up a shopping date. Rachel and Puck decided to walk back to his house due to the nice weather. They talked a little, without breaching the topic of when Rachel would be returning to her apartment. They were interrupted when Rachel's cell phone started to ring. "Sorry it's my dads," Rachel said looking at the caller i.d. "Hello," Rachel said into the phone. "Hi Daddy," she said with a huge smile on her face.

"Daddy," Puck mouthed with a rise of his eyebrows.

"Shh," Rachel said hitting his arm. "I've been good. Just doing the usual. Yeah I actually bumped into Quinn. She's getting married. Of course you two are invited to the wedding. Oh you have news? You're coming to visit?" she repeated looking at Puck with wide eyes. "Of course that's not a problem. Um you might need to get a hotel. Why? Because I'm staying with my boyfriend while my apartment building is getting…exterminated," she mumbled looking at Puck. "Yes you will get to meet him. But I have to go. Just let me know the details of the trip. Yes he is here with me. No you can't talk to him. Okay I love you. Bye," she rambled into the phone before hitting the off button. Rachel looked slowly up at Puck. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Boyfriend?" was all Puck asked. Rachel gave him a tight smile. "I didn't know that we were going that fast."

"Surprise," Rachel laughed. "I said I was sorry."

"Why didn't you just tell them what happened?"

"Well they weren't too happy when I first started dating Scott. Must have been fathers' intuition. I just don't want to worry them while they're here. Especially with something so small."

"Not small," Puck told her. "Well come on then girlfriend," he said before grabbing her hand in his.

Rachel looked down at their connected hands and smiled back up at Puck. "I like that idea boyfriend," she laughed. They walked out of the elevator into Puck's house. "So how does this work?" Rachel asked.

"What work?" Puck questioned confused.

"Us, this? Are we like sleeping together or like we have been? Are we really together? Or just when my dads' are here? I mean we have only been on like one actual date, but we are sort of living together right now. I'm just so confused."

"Babe, slow down. One question at a time."

"This is not funny, Noah," Rachel said sitting down on the couch. "I don't like when I am confused."

"Okay, start with one question at a time. And talk slowly, so I can understand you."

"What are we?" Rachel unsurely asked.

"Well I know that we have been only on one "officially" date, but I've never had feelings like these. Feelings that are so intense towards one person. So if you would accept I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend?"

Rachel smiled before shaking her head vigorously. "Now what about the sleeping arrangements?"

"Well," Puck said while raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Noah," Rachel whined while putting a frown on.

"Honestly it is up to you," he said putting the ball into her court.

"Even though we did sleep in the same bed the other night, I feel that since this living situation is only temporary and since that we are officially a couple, and if I was living in my own apartment we would be sleeping in separate beds with the occasional sleep over…"

"Rach, can you get to the point?"

"I think that we should sleep separately. Do you hate me?"

"Hate you? Why would I hate you?"

"Because I got the hint that you wanted us to sleep together."

"Rachel I meant what I said. It's honestly up to you."
"Okay then I would like to stick to my decision."

"Okay girlfriend," Puck said with a smile before leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Now I think it's time we get your little butt into bed."

"You think I have a little butt?" Rachel asked quickly standing up and looking at her behind.

Puck laughed. "It fits you. Don't worry about it," he said before lightly smacking her butt. "Go to sleep."

Rachel watched Puck walk into his room before looking at her butt one last time before going to her own room. Once she was ready for bed, she got under the covers. She looked at her phone when she heard it beep. She smiled at the message, Goodnight girlfriend, before replying, then turning over to go to sleep.

Puck smiled once he received her answer. Goodnight boyfriend. P.S. I don't not have a small butt.