A/N: Yes, it's been forever since I've updated. BUT I'M BACK!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. But a girl can wish.

Puck

No one talks to me at all. The groups of people don't part for me. The nerds and geeks and losers dare to look me in the eyes. Something is so up. I have no idea of what it could be…or maybe I do. Damn Finn! How dare he spread the news about Rach and me so soon? We've barely been at school for an hour.

"Nice, Puckerman." Karofsky slaps me on the back—hard. "Awesome job."

I grab his arm and twist him around to look him straight in the face. "What the hell did I do?"

He smirks. "You've stolen Hudson's bitch twice now. I'm wondering if Rachel is pregnant…"

I slam him into the lockers, my mouth near his ear. "Don't you ever say anything like that again about Rachel. If you do, I will slowly rip you from limb to limb."

He just looks at me in confusion. "What's a limb?"

"Idiot," I mutter and let him go.

Several other times throughout the day do I get congratulated or glared at, and I realize what a bad idea it was, stealing Finn's girl…twice now.

I know what I have to say to Rachel. I won't like it, and nor will she. But I can't keep on being the guy who steals Finn's girls. I'll let her go back to Finn, like she deserves to. She doesn't deserve a jerk like me as a boyfriend.

I decide to skip class and wait for Rachel when she leaves her class. But, unfortunately, when I peek into her classroom—I know because I have her route memorized, first for slushying her and, second, for walking her between classes.

Did she skip? No, she would never. Maybe…maybe she never went to school in the first place. But Rach isn't the type of girl to skip. I'll search the school first before ditching.

She isn't in the building itself—I checked twice. The next place I'd think she'd be is the bleachers—after all, that's where I broke up with her the first time.

And she is there. But she's not alone—Finn is there too. As I amble up the stairs, I can hear him.

"Why'd you do it, Rach?" he's asking. "Why'd you choose me to hide behind?"

I can see her shrug. "You were the only guy who had feelings for me. Besides Noah, of course."

Finn tenses, and, as if sensing me, turns. "Puckerman," he growls. "What do you want?"

I shrug. "Not you." I smirk at what I just said. I'm the only one who seems to find this funny. Rachel is staring at me, and Finn is glaring. "What?" I say. I look between Finn and Rach, horror dawning on me. "Oh, hell no. You're not getting back together with him?"

"Noah—"

I cut her off. "I can tell you are," I say, though it's just a suspicion. "I don't want to sneak around anymore. And if you want to, then I'm sorry." I shake my head. "It's been nice being your lover." I walk down the stairs, taking them three at a time.

"Noah!" Rach calls. I can hear her start to clamber down the steps, but I'm much faster. I'm soon out of range of the two lovebirds. They can go and do whatever they want. I don't give a shit.

…but I do. I give a big shit. I want to have Rachel as mine, not mine and Finn's, just mine. I don't think I'll get her by falsely accusing her of taking back the guy whose heart she just broke.

I spin around and start to hurry back to Rachel, planning on apologizing. As I reach the foot of the bleachers, I spot her and Finn at the top. What they are doing pisses me off.

Rachel is kissing—kissing—Finn. So I was right—I wasn't falsely accusing her. I slam my fist into the metal seat beside me. A loud clang echoes, and the two lovebirds break away and see me, my fists clenched.

Rachel races down the stairs to me. "Noah—" she begins, but I cut her off.

"I was just coming back to apologize to you for freaking out. I was mad, seeing Finn here with you. I realized what a mistake I'd made, and was coming back to apologize when he"—I glare at Finn—"was kissing your face off."

"Noah." Rachel gently pushes on my shoulders showing me I should sit. I do, and she sits beside me. She glances at Finn and says, "Finn, you should go." She turns back to me. "He kissed me. I wasn't expecting it, and it took me a few moments to realize it."

"But…" I say. "You were kissing him back." It's true—I could see her, even from way down here. "How are you going to explain that to me?"

She's at a loss for words, something that I've rarely seen before.

"I'm just gonna leave now," I mutter. "Have fun with Finn. If you change your mind about him, maybe you could tell me. Just maybe."

I leave the area, heading toward my truck. I glance back once to see Finn kiss my Rachel on the lips.

The bastard pisses me off. Kissing my girl before I'm out of sight? Even I know better.

I hop in my truck and turned it on. I begin rush home, ignoring the early hour. No other high-school student is out of school yet and on the road, and it is noticed.

I weave through the traffic, running a red light. I don't look for other cars, just streaking through.

My car is thrown off course by some unseen force. It spins as I try to take control of the car—which I can't control. My truck begins to wobble unsteadily, and only then do I start to panic. My head is jerked sideways, and it hits the window.

My last thought before I pass out is that I should have skipped going to school at all today.

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