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When the sun rose up, Rachel found herself pleasantly waking up. She hadn't felt this nice since; she couldn't even remember waking up feeling refreshed and happy before. She opened her eyes, and found that she was with Puck on the hammock. She looked down on her cell phone and groaned. She was surprised her dads hadn't called the cops on her saying that she had run away. She was about to try and get up when she felt Puck stirring awake beneath her. He tightened his arms around her, and brought her closer. "Noah…" she whispered, trying to wake up her boyfriend. "Noah…"

"Rachel," he murmured, "it's Saturday," he reminded her. "You got to learn how to relax," She started to fidget more, and he opened his eyes. "Rachel…" he tried once more, and when she wouldn't stop it, he turned her around. Then he pressed a kiss to her lips. Instantly she wasn't trying to get out of his arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Much better," he murmured. She pulled away and he finally opened his eyes.

"Noah, my Dads are throwing a huge fit," she whispered; she was more afraid of her dads when they were both pissed, than getting a slushy shower from the football team. He looked down at her, and saw fear playing out in her eyes. Puck frowned lightly, and squeezed her shoulders gently.

"Why don't you say that you are at a friend's house, and you just crashed?" he offered. Maybe her parents would be more understanding if they heard the truth. She thought about it for a moment; it wouldn't be lying, it would just be forgetting to mention that her and her boyfriend slept on a hammock.

"I guess it wouldn't be a wasted effort," she sighed, looking down at her cell phone.

"It will be ok," he assured her. She nodded her head, and dialed her house number. It rang once, and David answered the phone.

"Rachel is that you?" he demanded. Rachel held the phone away from her ear for a moment before placing the device back on her ear. This was definitely worse than she expected.

"Yes…its me," she said, trying to get her sugar sweet voice on. Alan could hardly ever resist the voice to back down.

"Where are you young lady, I am going to get-," there was rustling on the line and she overheard a small argument before a voice went back on the line.

"Rachel," Alan said soothingly, "we know that you are upset with us, but will you please just tell us where you are?" he asked.

"I was going to tell Daddy that I went to a friend's house. We were watching a movie, and we all fell asleep," she heard her Dads say a few words to each other before the phone was muffled once more.

"Alright honey much against Daddy's will, you aren't in any trouble. Just let us know the next time you are going to a friend's house ok?" he questioned.

"Ok Dad," she said, "love you," she hung up her cell phone and frowned. Just because Alan said one thing, didn't mean she was going to hear it when she came home.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Puck questioned. She bit her lip and nodded her head. He knew that something was up; she was tighter locked then he was. That worried him a little bit; it wasn't like she had anyone to vent to. He supposed that her doing her Myspace videos was a way of venting, but after the horrific comments it didn't do much.

"It will be later," she mumbled under her breath.

"I'm sorry," he responded, bringing her closer to his body. "I really wish there was something I can do," he let Noah shine through; hoping that would prod her into opening up about what was bugging her. She looked up at him in surprise. It was so weird to see this side of him; a compassionate side.

"Its…" she had to think of a way to calm down her vocabulary, "That's very thoughtful of you, but I'm ok," she tried to smile her way out of it, but still Noah could see through her lie. After feeling a hand go through her hair, she sighed. "I…I never told anyone this, but if you couldn't tell my Daddy is really hard on me about everything," she said, playing with the end of her shirt. "He nags at me every chance he gets; do better in school, warm up my voice, don't over do it, make friends, don't mess up-," she didn't notice the tears until she felt Noah's hands gently wiping them away.

"I don't think my case is as extreme," he murmured, looking down in her eyes, "But I've been a constant disappointment to my mom," he whispered, "except when it came to holding down a job to help bills. With knocking Quinn up, and all the Cougars, not doing well in school…she doesn't say much, but just a look is all that does it," Rachel found herself looking up at him again. When they first dated, they never had conversations like this. In fact, with any of the guys she dated they never did this. It was never this kind of talking she was secretly craving for. The fact that Noah was comfortable enough to open up with this information made her feel like she did mean a lot to him. She hugged him tightly, not knowing what to say to that information. "And then when she heard about me dating a Jewish girl, and letting her get away I didn't hear about anything else for a week,"

"Noah…" she knew that deep down, he still believed what Quinn had said about him; that he was just a Lima Loser. "Well…you got one thing that is going to make your Mom happy," she said, flashing him a small smile. He chuckled, "And…if you are willing, I'd be happy to help you with some school work if you want,"

"Maybe," he said, "Only if we get make-out breaks," he said, a smirk coming back onto his face. "You know that I can help you with some of your problems too," he said, taking her hands. "The closer you get to Brittany," he thought for a moment of his ex, "and I guess Santana, they'll grow to like you a lot," he promised, "not this new image Rachel, but they will like you," he promised.

"Thanks Noah," she sighed, and then fell back into his warm embrace. "Sorry about getting all emotional on you," she added. He shook his head; this girl was so smart but she was so dense when it came to social situations. Although, on anyone else, Puck wouldn't of had any of this emotional garbage. He just had to make sure that Rachel knew that she could trust him.

"Rachel…as much as I love being the badass of McKinley High, I just want you to know that its alright to come talk to me about anything ok?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded her head, and for once took that to heart.

"Thanks Noah," she murmured.

"No problem babe," he replied, squeezing her a little bit. Unbeknownst to them, Santana and Brittany had heard everything that was exchanged between the couple. Any other time, Santana would call her ex-boyfriend a pansy, but in all honesty that was the most open she had ever seen him. She had no idea that Rachel's home life was that stressful; the Latina felt bad for starting every rumor she did about Rachel. Brittany pulled Santana aside and out of earshot.

"Puck was acting like…" the young blond tried to formulate the words to explain what she saw, and Santana could tell.

"Like he wasn't an asshole," she supplied for her friend. "This is getting stranger and stranger by the moment," she looked towards the hammock and found that they were still there.

"You know….I feel like…bad," Brittany said. Between being hung over, and whatever meds her parents force fed her she was pretty messed up.

"I know what you mean," she said, and she was thinking about Sue Sylvester. "Look…she gets a lot of shit at home, may be we can find a way to get her off the slushy list forever,"

"You mean…" Brittany was finally on the same thought process as her friend.

"Make Rachel Berry a Cheerio," Santana said, "And since she didn't get herself knocked up like Quinn did, it will be easier to maintain the stay away from her zone,"

"Wouldn't like….us being friends with her have the same affect?" she questioned back. Santana bit her lip, and let out a low sigh.

"As much as we want that, and on the off chance that it doesn't work out, she really doesn't deserve the shit she gets," Brittany nodded her head. Now they just had to find a way to break it to Rachel.

"What if she doesn't like her idea?" she questioned.

"We'll cross this road if we get there," she said. As soon as they were done talking, Puck appeared with Rachel. "Hey you two, we were just about to wake you up," Santana said, hoping that they didn't overhear their plan. Puck just nodded his head; he could tell the two Cheerios were up to something, but decided not to question it. "Brittany's parents made some breakfast," at the mention of food, the two teens face lit up with excitement. Santana smirked inwardly knowing that she had them fooled for the moment. She was thinking about talking to Puck about it, maybe actually run it by him.

Now all she had to do was get with Brittany and the rest of the Cheerios to think about how to convince her to be a part of the team.

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