Okay, so I've decided that every second chapter is going to be a Facebook chapter. That all cool? Cool. OKAY don't be mad but after I post this there probably won't be any more day gaps. More like four day gaps. Or maybe week gaps. I'll try not to go any bigger than a week, unless I'm on a holiday. Anyway, enjoy!

It all started with Will Shuester. He hadn't come in yet and everyone was extremely bored. They would have preferred singing 80's songs to this. Brittany was actually sleeping, resting her shoulder on Artie's, causing Santana to flinch (Though she was over the blond).

Santana stood up, and decided she would find someone else. "Party, gleeks only, my house at 8pm." And with that, she sat back down. She had hoped to be super cool, and just leave it at that and not talk about it anymore but Brittany didn't get that, so she raised her hand.

"I don't want to throw up on Rachel again. Can it be a sleepover?" Said Brittany happily.

Santana wanted to tell Brittany she couldn't come but instead she sighed and nodded.

"Yay! First ever glee sleepover!" Brittany giggled excitedly and sat up to kiss Artie.

Rachel widened her eyes in alarm. "Um, I don't think I'll be able to make it. My apologies Santana."

Normally Santana would exclaim something like 'I don't want man hands all over my couch, Berry. You're not invited anyway.' but Santana was interested (Also, they were kind of friends now and Santana wasn't really clear on the rules of being Rachel Berry's friend – she didn't doubt there were rules). Rachel had been smiling at the idea of another party (Strange, as her last one resulted in her being covered in vomit) until Santana had agreed to a sleepover instead.

"Why, Berry? You afraid of the dark?" Santana joked.

"No." Rachel said simply. She seemed to be telling the truth. "I'm just busy tonight."

"Doing what exactly, diva?" Mercedes wondered, also curious to why Rachel was so hesitant to have a sleepover. Mercedes knew that though Rachel was a very good (If not a bit too dramatic) actor, she sucked at improvisation. Everything had to be pretty and planned.

"Umm... we-well, I am..." Just as Mercedes had predicted, Rachel didn't have an answer.

"Okay, then you're coming." Santana grinned.

"I have stuff to do, I just don't feel comfortable sharing it with the whole glee club." Rachel protested.

"Unless it's a date – and I doubt that, if it was, the guy would be posting all over Facebook – then it can't be that personal."

"I'm not going." Rachel said firmly as Will walked in.

"Hey guys. What's going on?" Will asked, not looking up from his papers.

The gleeks muttered responses and Will started explaining what they were doing that week.

It was 7:50pm when Rachel's doorbell rang. She stood up from her computer, where she was finishing her Maths homework and went to the door. She opened it and there stood a tall teenager with a Mohawk.

"Noah! Have you come for more tutoring?" Rachel smiled, gesturing for him to come in. "My dads aren't home tonight, they're out but they left me some money so we can order some pizza or something. I know a great vegan place..."

As he did so, he rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'm here to take you to Santana's lame sleepover thing." To tell the truth, Puck was looking forward to the stupid slumber party. He'd never been to one before, unless you counted him and other girls, and they could never, ever stay for breakfast.

"Noah, as I told you and the rest of the glee club today, I can't come!"

"Bullshit." Puck dragged her up the stairs of her own house and went into her room. Without asking, he started ruffling through her wardrobe. He smirked when he found the pink dress she had worn the night that Jesse and her had almost done it.

He pulled it out, and raised an eyebrow grinning.

"That was meant to go out with the rest of Jesse's stuff." Rachel grabbed the dress and threw it on the ground awkwardly. Puck's fist tightened and he went back to the wardrobe.

"No wonder that dress is so ugly. Must match his face." It wasn't a good burn but he had to say something.

He ruffled through her things some more, cringing at the animal sweaters and having dirty thoughts about the mini skirts.

"Berry, how do you have something that is actually wearable?" Puck pulled out a black V-neck silk knee length dress.

"Kurt bought it for me. We're going shopping for more on Sunday."

"Put it on."

Rachel looked at him in disbelief. "No!"

"Do you want me to help?" Puck leered. Rachel hit him on the shoulder, and it actually hurt. Then she flounced off to the bathroom, doing a twirl that gave Puck a good shot of her underwear. He grinned.

Puck flopped down on her bed. But that brought back too many memories, so he got up and looked around her room. He remembered about the dress and looked down. He crouched down; to steal it or tear it up he didn't know, but was distracted by a dark black book lying under Rachel's four-poster bed. It stood out because it was basically the only non-pink thing in the open. He grabbed it, checking just in case she had the answers to Monday's Spanish Pop Quiz.

But it wasn't a Spanish book, or a notebook. It was a diary. He considered putting it down, but he was Puck. He snooped. He stuck the screwdriver from his penknife in the lock and twisted it. He could do it without busting the lock, because of course, he had experience.

He opened it to the first page and was already bored. He flipped to the last page and found what he was looking for.

Dear Diary,

Santana's having a party tonight. It's great that we're friends, she's quite companionable and I was going to go but then she changed it to a sleepover and that cancelled out any chance of me going. If you were a person, you would remember from past entries that I have bad experience with sleepovers. I'm really scared that it might happen again tonight. Last time, h

Puck slammed the book shut and re-did the lock as Rachel opened the bathroom door. He shoved the book under the bed. She had actually done a good job of the make up. But he wasn't focusing on that. He wanted to find some way to get her out of the room again, so he could find out why she didn't want to go. But she wasn't having any of that.

"Noah, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of my house now. This was fun and it was great to catch up but you have a party to get to and I have homework to finish."

"Uh, no. You're coming." Mike said from the doorway.

Rachel moved so fast she was like a black blur of movement. She grabbed Mike's freshly combed hair and pulled it down, hard. As he yelped, she kicked him where the sun don't shine and pushed him to the ground. Finally, she sat on him, holding his arms up above his head.

"Rache... its me!" Mike croaked. Puck burst out laughing.

"Oh, Michael! I'm so sorry!" Rachel immediately got off him and helped him up. "When I see an intruder, my self defence instincts kick in. I didn't see your face!"

"Why would you learn self defence?" Puck wondered, wiping his eyes. Rachel looked down, and didn't answer. "I called Mike to help me get you to the party but I'm beginning to think we'll need someone else."

"I was worried she would know how to kill us so I brought someone else."

"Oh, this is just great. Three guys against one girl is just not fair. I'm not going." Rachel insisted. She turned to face Puck, who was behind her, which was not a good idea. Mike and his friend grabbed Rachel from behind. She yelped and was about to go into self defence mode but Puck grabbed her too and she wasn't strong enough to fight them all off.

"You guys are lucky that I came. You wouldn't be able to take her by yourselves." The third person laughed evilly.

"QUINN?"

So, what think? Everytime I get an email saying that someone has subscribed to my story, I go insane! So more please! R&R! Internet cookies to you all. Except all the vegans and gluten intolerants. You guys can have tofu !