HOLY CRAP QUINN! You did NOT just slap Rachel! I HAVE TO SEE THE PROM EPISODE! I've made a poll on who Rachel should choose. You can find it on my profile or whatever. Please go and tell me, cause it might affect my decision ! Also, I've written a one shot that's actually quite depressing, called 'Dreaming With a Broken Heart'. So please check it out!

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

To tell the truth, she was very freaked out. How was she supposed to be calm? She was about to go on what would be called a 'date' by any of the gleeks that found out (which was why none of her glee friends could find out) with the girl who had tortured her for basically all of her high school life.

But then again, she had made out with Santana, a tormenter just as awful as Quinn, just a few days before. But she didn't like to think about that, much less refer to it as 'making out'. She didn't like to refer to it at all, actually.

It wasn't like she could do anything. She was already at Dermocilli's and she could see Quinn coming up down the road.

So if she wanted to keep her good mannered streak going, she couldn't run away. Quinn spotted Rachel and waved, a big smile on her face.

Rachel waved back, pushing her worries away from her mind and grinning. Quinn reached the table just as a waitress came to take their order.

After they had ordered the food, they sat down in an awkward silence.

"So, patching up." Rachel began.

"Yeah." Quinn said quickly. "I really want us to be okay."

"Me too." The diva agreed. "But how do we do it?"

"I'm not sure."

"Neither."

"Well, can we just consider us patched up?"

"Of course." Rachel smiled at the blond. She was feeling safer by the minute.

There were a few more minutes of silence.

"So what have you been doing since the sleepover?" Quinn asked lamely.

"Well, I just did homework."

"Rachel, that is SO boring!" Quinn laughed in response.

"Oh, I am offended!" Rachel scolded in mock horror.

The two girls laughed together and chatted more as the food came.

The rest of the morning and a part of the afternoon was spent slowly munching on food and talking incessantly.

Just when the 'date' was about to end, Rachel froze.

"Rachel, what is it?" Quinn asked, her laughter from their joke before subsiding. Rachel shuddered and then pointed behind Quinn.

Quinn turned around slowly, wondering what could get a seemingly confident diva frozen still and glaring. There, behind her, stood David Karofski, smirking.

"Karofski?" Quinn spat. "What are you doing here?"

"Just watching the dyke date. Didn't know you guys were on that team. Guess losers and teen mothers get together to form menaces to the society." Before his sentence sunk in, Rachel wondered if Karofski had swallowed a dictionary.

Then, the words came through rushing to her head – and mouth. She placed her hands on her hips.

"Listen up, you Neanderthal. You do not speak to anyone that way. And you do not speak about lesbians or gays that way. They are human beings and should be treated with respect. However, two girls can go out and have brunch without being heckled or yelled at. So turn around and walk away."

Karofski blinked a few times, his expression shell-shocked.

"Go on, leave!" Rachel yelled.

He turned on his feet and sprinted.

"Sorry about my outburst." Rachel smiled shyly. "I have to go. See you in glee."

Quinn bid Rachel goodbye with a smile.

There was a knock on Rachel's door.

"Come in." The diva didn't bother to look at who it was, expecting her dad's were putting the cat in her room, as they always did at 5:15pm (What? Her family was organised). She was lying on her bed in a dressing gown.

"Hey Barbra. What's up?" Rachel grinned at herself. Talking to a cat? She must have lost a screw – as always.

"Not much." Puck grinned from the doorway. Rachel jumped in surprise and fell off the bed. Puck's laughter was brought to a stop as Rachel threw a pillow accurately at his head.

"Your dad's asked me to bring up your cat."

"Why are you holding her with your jacket?" Rachel giggled.

"She bit me." Puck whined. Rachel threw a second pillow at him, not bothering to aim properly.

"Oh, Barb, I'm sorry!" Rachel cried as the pillow hit her cat's tail.

"You named your cat after Barbra Streisand?" The mohawked boy stared in disbelief. The girl shrugged.

"I wanted to talk to you about that boy you told me and Satan-a about." Puck began.

"You're not really one to beat around the bush, are you Noah?" Rachel sighed, her voice going small. She finally got up and sat on the bed.

"No, not really." The boy gave a small smile. "I just... I don't want to leave it hanging like this. I'm really sorry that we acted so rude to you. If we had known..."

"I wouldn't want it to make a difference. Just cause I've had one bad experience doesn't mean I should get a special treatment. Besides, its all in the past."

Puck nodded. There was a (slightly awkward) moment of silence.

"Why are you wearing a dressing gown?" Puck asked, tugging on the side lightly.

Well, not that lightly.

The dressing gown came tumbling down, and fell at their feet. Rachel was just wearing her bra and underwear underneath.

There must have been ten seconds of Puck gawking and Rachel standing frozen still on the spot.

Then they snapped into action. Rachel pulled up her dressing gown and Puck turned right around and squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could.

"Um, sorry. I didn't know you weren't dressed." Puck shuffled. For once, innuendoes escaped him. This was the perfect moment. He had just seen Rachel Berry's underwear (Black with gold stars was so Rachel – and so hot). So why was he so awkward?

"Yes, I was feeling hot." Rachel blabbed and then bit her tongue.

Oh, that's the perfect thing to say to NOAH PUCKERMAN!

"Well, you definitely looked hot." That wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Rachel blushed. "Um, thank you?"

"Take it as a compliment, Rache." Puck chuckled (He found himself doing this a lot around Rachel).

"Well, I'm just going to go and get dressed." Rachel picked up some clothes off the end of her bed and went into the bathroom to get changed.

Puck looked at Rachel's books, and found that she had been writing in her diary and forgot to lock it, so he took the opportunity.

Dear Diary,

I am a slut. I full on KISSED Mike (Well, he kissed me) and then Santana (Again, I was the kissee, not the kisser)!

I never thought I might be bisexual but I have feelings for both of them – and I think Noah and Quinn too. I went on a date with Quinn today, and I keep thinking about Noah as well.

I can't have – or date – all of them. Can I choose? I don't think so. I think I'll just wait for maybe two more weeks, and see how I feel after then. Maybe I won't choose any of them... how should I know?

Maybe

Good thing Rachel was wearing loud shoes, otherwise Puck wouldn't have been able to close it in time.

He kept on her bed, cause it was too suspicious if he made too much space between him and the bed (And he wasn't used to not being around hot girl's beds).

The girl in question entered, wearing jeans and a blue singlet. Puck whistled in appreciation. Rachel cocked an eyebrow (thankfully she didn't blush cause that would ruin the effect), and sat on the bed next to Puck.

"How's Tess?"

"She's fine. Still a pain in the ass, but she's my sister." Puck shrugged.

"You really should have more regard for her. She could beat you in a dance contest any day."

"Not in a singing one though. She's got the voice of a devil."

"So has Santana, and she's still amazing." Puck slightly flinched, remembering what he had read. Thankfully Rachel didn't notice.

Suddenly Rachel grabbed a pillow and hit Puck over the head with it – and for a pillow, it was quite hard.

"Oh you did not just do that!" Puck grabbed another pillow and soon the air was filled with pillow feathers.

They both collapsed onto the bed.

"Ow, I'm on a book." Rachel groaned, rolling over – right onto Puck. Their faces were inches away.

They both started laughing, Rachel not bothering to move.

From the doorway, Mike watched this, and left.

What thinky? Huh, huh? Okay, strange ending. But still, hope it's good! Buh bye. DON'T FORGET TO DO THE POLL AND CHECK OUT MY DWABH STORY!