Author's Note: Oh my goodness. Ok, so first of all, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who put this on story alert, made it one of their fave stories, and/or reviewed. I had no idea that I would end up getting about 80 e-mails, implying that so many people are into the story. So thanks, again. Also, I just wanted to clear something up. I know that I said this was kind of AU, but after some thought as to my plot, it really isn't. So I'm sorry that I told a bit of a lie, but it was totally unintentional! It's totally a future fic. The only thing "AU" about this is that Quinn never got impregnated by Puck, let alone hooked up. And, I may or may not be able to post up the third chapter until the New Year, considering that my teachers love assigning me so much homework over Winter Break (stupid APs… haha) and that I've gotta finish college apps (though I already got an acceptance letter!). I wanted to get this one up before Christmas, since it's kind of Christmas-themed. SO… yeah. Enjoy!

Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day.
I just want you for my own.
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true.
All I want for Christmas is you.

—All I Want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey

Although he was not one to celebrate Christmas (being Jewish and all), Noah decided that going to Artie Abrams' annual Christmas party/Glee Club reunion would be a good idea.

He hadn't seen his fellow Glee Clubbers in four years—not since Finn's wedding. Noah had kept in touch with most of them throughout the years with Facebook and Skype and whatnot, but nothing could beat face-to-face time with his friends. Plus, the chance to see Rachel Berry again was one that was too hard to pass up.

As he stood on Artie's doorstep, Noah rocked on his heels with his hands stuffed in his coat pockets. He wasn't sure of what he was going to say when he saw her. Hey, how've you been? How's it goin', Berry? Still sexy as hell, huh? The series of opening lines ran through his mind, and Noah rejected every single one. He would just have to wing it when he saw her.

He hesitantly rang the doorbell and, two seconds later, the door was wrenched open by none other than Finn Hudson.

"Puck?" Finn asked in disbelief. The new Cleveland Browns quarterback laughed jovially and pulled his best friend into a quick but bone-crushing hug. "Long time no see, buddy."

"Yeah, man. It's been awhile," Noah replied, stepping inside Artie's invitingly warm home and closing the door behind him. "How've you been? How's the new 'job' going?"

Finn laughed again. "Fantastic. You can't believe how relieved I was when I found out that I could be traded. New England was just too cold! Plus, it's nice to start for once instead of being back-up, you know?"

"Totally. I'm happy for you. It's great that you get to be back home too, right?"

"Yeah. I think that Quinn wasn't too keen on leaving Massachusetts, but she was so relieved to be back in Ohio again," Finn said. "But it's also probably because she's been in so many places the past few years. I mean, the transition from California to New England… it's nice to just be back in familiar weather."

Noah chuckled. Finn and Quinn defied the stereotype of high school sweethearts everywhere. "And how is the wife?"

"Good. Pregnant. Again. With twins," Finn said guiltily. He leaned in towards Noah and whispered, "I think she wants to kill me now. Or get me fixed. I can't really blame her though. Debbie was born just over a year ago and is finally able to sleep through the entire night."

Clapping Finn on the shoulder with sympathy, Noah asked, "And where is that little beauty? I think it's about time that I meet my goddaughter in person."

Finn led him to the living room where Quinn and Brittany were sitting on the couch, with baby Debbie bouncing on Quinn's lap. Quinn wasn't showing yet, so she couldn't be more than three months pregnant. Noah looked around, hoping to see Rachel somewhere talking to someone, but to little avail.

Brittany noticed him first. "Puck! It's been a long time!" she squealed. She jumped up and hugged him excitedly. When she let go, she looked up at his face and then frowned. "Where'd your Mohawk go?"

"It's been gone for a while, Britt. Remember?"

"Oh…" Brittany frowned, thinking hard. "No."

Noah laughed. She hadn't changed one bit.

He took a seat near the couch when suddenly everyone realized that he had arrived. All of the former Glee clubbers gathered around the living room to catch up with their once-Mohawked friend.

Brittany told Noah that she just got married and would have invited him to the wedding, except she forgot where she put all of the invitations. He met the lucky guy Edward, who actually turned out to be dimmer than Finn. Maybe it really is a match made in heaven, Noah thought.

Matt and Mercedes, both dentists and sharing a practice, had been waiting for the last of the party to arrive to reveal that Mercedes Jones would soon become Mercedes Jones-Rutherford. While all of the women began to fawn over Mercedes' ring and then men clapped Matt on the back, Noah wondered what they meant by "the last of the party to arrive." Did that mean that Rachel wasn't coming?

Noah was shocked to hear that Tina and Artie had broken up a few years ago. Neither one had mentioned this before to him, both claiming that they simply forgot. According to Tina, the two realized that the spark was gone and that they had grown apart romantically. They remained best friends, though. Tina and Mike (after realizing that they were not related in any way, shape, or form) were preparing for a March wedding, while Artie proudly announced that he was enjoying the single life.

Later on in the party, Santana revealed to Noah that she and Artie had been secretly dating the past few months. He was happy to see that the former ice queen actually had a sparkle in her eye—was it love? He didn't really know, nor did he feel like he was in a position to figure it out.

Kurt came solo to the shindig, but he was excited to talk about his new boyfriend—a well-known celebrity that was busy filming in New Zealand during the holidays.

Mr. and Mrs. Schue (formerly known as Miss Pillsbury) also made an appearance. However, the two had to leave early to pick up their eight-year-old from a birthday party.

After catching up with everyone present, Noah had to ask the one question that had been on his mind for most of the night.

"Where's Rachel?"

Ending Note: Cliffhanger! I couldn't resist ;) I know that I'm procrastinating on the Puckleberry action (which will occur in a couple or few chapters), but I just kinda wanted to make a back story with everyone else too. Don't give up on me yet! The next chapter should be posted up soon though. So watch out!

I wanted mentioned this earlier, but I kind of wanted y'all to read the story before you get all excited. So here's the news: The Glee producers were so excited to see the response to the Puckleberry romance, so they want to bring it back in future episodes!!!!!! YAY!!!! (Personally, I think it's partly because there are more than twice as many Puckleberry fanfics than there are Finchels. So, yay us!) There's a link on the "Puckleberry fans" group on Facebook.

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(And I apologize that I keep writing so many Author Notes .)