My Guardian Angel
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 10

Noah Puckerman and Finn Hudson had met on the first day of kindergarden. Their friendship started out because all boys in kindergarden-all boys in most of elementary school, even Kurt Hummel-were friends with one another. There was one group of guys from kindergarden up to fifth grade. The boys, plain and simple. There was no line dividing them, or, at least, not one that they realized at that moment. But, soon enough, they were closer than the rest of the boys were. And they were the leaders of the pack before anybody could blink. They'd instantly become best friends while the other kids talked about their father's and their incredible jobs. Puck could still remember the moment that had defined them as best friends, even now that he was close to graduating.

"My dad's a lawyer-he puts the bad people in jail and makes the god people get money!" David Karofsky announced proudly one day during play time when the boys were playing with their race cars.

"Well, my dad's a cop and he gets to carry around a gun!" Azimio Adams said happily, his car zooming by.

"What's your dad do?" David-nobody called him by his last name back then-asked, turning towards Finn, who was sitting there quietly, his car going back and forth across the floor, never giving him a reason to move or strain himself. Finn had always been simple, just as he'd always had that somewhat dopey appearance to him that made him look so innocent all the time.

"Don't got a dad," Finn said easily enough. It was so blunt that it caused Puck, who had had his mohawk even back then, to turn around. His gaze broke away from Rachel Berry's, who's eyes he'd been locked on, as he turned around to face the tall-Finn had always been the tallest of them all-boy with the innocent, goofy face and the too-large features that he needed to grow into. Puck frowned as he listened carefully, not wanting to make it obvious that he actually cared about Finn's story.

"Whaddya mean, you don't got a dad? Everybody's got a dad! What do you do on Father's day?" David asked, rolling his eyes at Azimio, who had always been his best friend, as if to ask if anybody could really be as stupid as Finn was acting. "Well? How do you not have a dad?" He asked. Back then, things were simple and kids didn't understand divorce, unless it had happened to their family. And even then, they didn't really fully grasp it. And still, they never actually referred to it as not having a father. Poor David didn't realize that sometimes, people died young. Sometimes, good people who were needed in a family, died, and caused an innocent boy to lead a messed up life.

Puck sometimes liked to think if it hadn't been for Finn's father's death, the two never would have become best friends. And if they hadn't become best friends...well, that was better to be explained later. This was a memory.

"My dad's dead," Finn said simply with a shrug of his shoulders. "He was a soldier and he died in war," He said.

"He's dead? Did he get shot? Who shot him-was it on our side? Or did he get blown up? That would be awesome! Or maybe something happened with one of his machines...wow, do you know how it happened?" David asked, his eyes growing wide as the husky-even back then-boy became more and more excited, while Finn looked closer to the verge of tears.

"David," Puck said, standing up and clenching his fists. The mohawk had intimidated people, even back then. David lowered his eyes, not wanting to meet Puck's hazel glaze. Only Rachel had ever been willing to always look him in the eyes and hold his gaze. "Lay off of him. Not everyone's got a dad. I don't have one. I've just got a mom, and does that make me less of a person? In fact, it just makes me even more bad ass," His language had always been quite vulgar. "Because I became manly without any outside help!" He boasted, walking towards Finn. "I'm Puck," He said, shooting his hand forward.

"I'm Finn Hudson," Finn smiled, standing up and carefully setting his toy down, making Puck wonder if he'd picked the wrong boy to defend. Perhaps his theory on single-mothered sons was wrong, and he was the exception to the lady-like rules. But, then again, with a flash at Kurt Hummel, who only had a mother, it was clear that it didn't matter who raised a child. They became who they were based on who they were supposed to be. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Rachel flashing him a wide grin. "You wanna be best friends?" Finn asked happily, silently thanking Puck for getting him out of that awkward situation while Puck nodded his confirmation.

Puck had always believed that Finn's life would have been better if the two of them had never become friends, though. After all, if they hadn't been friends, then Finn never would have become Mr. Popularity. He was that, because he could be his goofy, stupid, innocent self who could barely get a girlfriend, and not be mocked. And he wasn't mocked because Puck was always at his side, growling with his mohawk scaring off anybody who even thought about saying anything nasty to Finn. And the fact that the giant didn't even seem to realize that the few insults that did manage to come his way were meant to hurt him didn't harm his cause either. He seemed untouchable.

If Finn hadn't been untouchable, then Quinn Fabray wouldn't have looked at him twice. She'd admitted as much to Puck. Their relationship was, in Quinn's eyes, purely based on status. Until she'd lost him, that was. Then she'd realized how much he'd meant to her. But, if Quinn and Finn had never started dating, Puck wouldn't have felt compelled to be nice to her at that stupid party that Finn couldn't go to because of some family thing. If Puck hadn't been fulfilling Quinn's every wish, he would have realized how strong the drinks she was drinking were and how many of them she was drinking. And if she'd never gotten that drunk, mixed with his own drunkness, the two of them never would have slept together.

If they hadn't slept together, then Finn and Quinn never would have broken up. They would have stayed together forever, Puck was sure of that much. Because no matter what Finn felt towards Rachel, he'd never do anything while he was still with Quinn. And Quinn wouldn't give up the popularity boost for the world, even if it meant letting him be happy with somebody who truly loved him. But, if they'd never broken up then Finn never would have been able to hook up with Santana, sleeping with her just to get it over with, because he thought Rachel was sleeping with that Jesse St. James kid. And if Finn and Quinn had never broken up, Rachel and Finn wouldn't have ever dated.

If they hadn't dated, and Santana hadn't slept with Finn, then Rachel and Finn never would have gotten into the fight where Puck and Rachel made out. If they hadn't made out, Finn and Rachel wouldn't have broke up. If they hadn't broken up, Puck and Rachel wouldn't have sung the duet together and Finn wouldn't have gotten jealous and made Puck swear to never speak to her again. And if Rachel and Finn had never gotten back together-if they'd never gotten together in the first place-then they never would have ever slept together, nor would they have ended up engaged to one another. And if they hadn't gotten engaged, Puck wouldn't feel so lousy about having slept with her.

Which was why Puck was going to do a very stupid thing right now. He sighed as he grabbed the punching bag, stopping it from coming towards him again.

"Finn?" He asked.

Finn turned around, still holding the mini weights he was lifting in each arm, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He asked, rolling his eyes. Finn already had Puck on thin ice, due to the fact that there was a choice for Rachel to make in the first place.

"Rachel made her choice," He said softly.

"How do you know?" Finn asked, glaring at him.

"Because she told me on Friday," Puck lowered his head.

"Who'd she pick, Puckerman," Finn glared, setting the weights down, in a similar fashion to how he'd put his toy car down all those years ago.

"She picked me," He said softly.

"She picked you?" Finn gasped, taking a small step forward.

Puck stood his ground. He'd let Finn kick his ass over Quinn and the baby. But Finn wasn't getting an easy win over Rachel.

"We had sex," He admitted.

"You freaking slept with my girlfriend again?" Finn screamed, lunging towards Puck and pining him to the wall, faster than Puck had ever seen him move before.

He glared, reaching out to push Finn off, when Finn's fist met his face in a hard punch.

"Is she freaking pregnant? What? Did you get Rachel drunk and pregnant so she had to pick you?" Finn glared.

"Don't you dare accuse me of raping her!" Puck snapped, shoving Finn off and bringing him to the ground, his knee locked on his chest as he threw punch after punch at his face.

"Puck, get off of him!" Sam Evans said, reaching out to try and break the fight up. The blonde was pulled away by Mike Chang and Blaine Anderson. Rory Flannigan stood by with a shocked expression on his face.

"Dude, don't try to break the two of them up. Especially when they're both fighting. Mr. Shue could barely get Finn off of Puck sophomore year, and Puck wasn't even trying," Artie Abrams shook his head.

"What are they even fighting over?" Rory asked, his eyes locked on the two supposed best friends as they rolled around, wrestling and throwing punches on the ground. Their only noises were grunts and groans.

"What do you think they're fighting over?" Blaine Anderson asked. He only knew how the two were because of Kurt, but Rachel was one of his best friends, and she'd told him and only him the previous night about what was going on. "Rachel," He said.

"They're fighting like this over Rachel Berry?" Artie asked in amazement. "Damn, when they were fighting over Quinn it wasn't even half as bad!" He said, shaking his head as he removed his glasses to wipe them off.

"DON'T EVEN COMPARE THEM, WHEELS!" Puck shouted when he got a second to get back on his feet before lunging towards Finn, landing on top of him with his elbow pointed, hitting him right in the neck.

"Are we just supposed to let them try and kill each other? I don't think we're doing the right thing here..."Rory shook his head, wondering if the first person to be honestly nice to him at McKInley would be okay.

"I'm going to get the only person who can break this fight up," Blaine decided, turning around and heading away from the feuding boys, heading right towards the door, stopping only when he heard that the others were calling after him, shouting things out to him. He felt complied to answer, because that was just how polite Blaine was.

"Coach Bieste?" Artie asked. Blaine shook his head as Mike guess Mr. Shue. Once again, Blaine shook his head. Rory asked if it was that scary cheerleading coach. Blaine chuckled as he denied them even this one. Sam wondered if it was the swim team coach, who was almost as bad as Sue. Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head. He knew they'd never figured it out.

"I'm going to go get Rachel," He said softly over his shoulder as he pushed out of the locker room, tossing his boxing gloves onto the floor behind him, just as the door swung shut, and turned to the right, heading off towards the choir room, figuring that would be the best place to go to find Rachel. He found her there, sure enough, and dragged her silently back to the locker room, pulling her inside, ignoring her many protests along the way.

"What the hell? Why are they fighting and why are you idiots just standing there watching them like it's WWE?" She asked, shocking the boys at her knowledge of something some-what sports related. "Why aren't you doing anything to stop them you idiots?" She asked, glaring at each of them in turn before turning on Blaine. "Why'd you bring me here?"

"They're fighting over you, because of what happened on Friday and your decision. Now stop yelling at us as if it's out fault and turn your diva onto the two love struck idiots trying to kill one another!" Blaine said, rolling his eyes at the little diva before him. His words were cruel, but his tone had a somewhat teasing tone to it which made her simply sigh and turn to storm towards Finn and Puck.

"Noah," Rachel said softly, reaching out and setting a hand on Puck's arm. He paused for a second before loosening his grip on Finn and standing up, taking a step back. Finn jumped to his feet and lunged towards Puck, but Rachel held a hand up. "Finn," She sighed, shaking her head. "This is getting old. You two can't do this every time you disagree," She said.

"He told me you slept with, Rach," Finn said, deciding that it was best to play his dumb card, acting as if he was foolish, naive, innocent and stupid. Rachel would have fallen for it, if she hadn't already seen this exact tactic tried countless times on herself, his family, other glee club members, teachers, and countless other members of the faculty and staff. It actually sickened her to think that Finn thought he could get whatever he wanted by playing dumb. "I couldn't just let him talk about you like that,"

"He accused me of raping you, Rachel. He said that I must have gotten you drunk, because you wouldn't sleep with me otherwise, and then he said you'd only pick me over him if you were pregnant with my kid. I wasn't going to let him accuse me of doing something as illegal as that, and I wasn't going to let him say anything negative about what we have. I couldn't stand it, Rachel...I'm sorry," He said, lowering his head sheepishly. His words shocked everybody, especially with the sincerity of his words that came with his apology.

"Finn, I was the one who wanted to sleep with Noah, and it was wrong, but it was not something he had the intentions of doing when we met up that night. I was the one who provoked it, or it wouldn't have happened otherwise. Noah would never pressure me into doing anything, alright? Now, I'm not pregnant, all right and I'm picking Noah over you because I love him. And because, unlike you, he's mature enough to admit his mistakes," Rachel informed the tall boy as she turned towards him.

"I thought you loved me," Finn asked, lowering his head. His lip was starting to swell and his eyes were starting to bruise up. His nose was bloody and he was holding onto his right arm as if it was causing him terrible pain. "I thought you loved me, Rach, and I thought we were going to be together...after all we've been though, you're going to give us up because of Puck?" He asked, looking up at her with tear filled eyes. And Rachel felt bad, but she couldn't bring herself to be with him anymore.

"I was going to tell you myself, Finn, but apparently Noah felt it was best that he tell you himself. Sam, Mike, can you bring the two of them to the nurse's office? I...I need to talk to Blaine alone. And, honestly, right now I don't really know if I'd like to be around either of them. Fighting is a terrible way to solve problems, you both know how I feel about that," She said, glaring at Finn and Puck each in turn before walking towards the door, this time dragging Blaine along with her. Of course, he was much stronger so he ended up walking along side her.