Author's Note: Hi guys! Thank you so much for the feedback! I really appreciated it :) Here's the second installment. It's shorter than the first but I hope you enjoy it and keep reading. Please leave me a review if you have any suggestions or enjoyed it! (Story Alerts-38, Story Favs-13)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Glee or the movie When Harry Met Sally

Summary: "Chicks and guys can't be friends, because all guys want is sex." "Do you want to sleep with me right now?" "Kinda." Enter the compulsive Rachel Berry, aspiring Broadway star, and the infamous womanizer, Noah Puckerman. Eventual Puckelberry. Alternate Universe

Warnings: language, maybe sexual content/innuendo

Genre: Romance, Humor, Friendship, Drama, Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Finn/Rachel (Finchel), Puck/Quinn (Quick), Mike/Tina (Tike), eventual Puck/Rachel (Puckelberry)

When Puck Met Rachel

Chapter Two: Barbra Streisand Sucks Big Time

Two Years Later

Puck is sure he's seen her somewhere. She's petite with shiny brown hair, bright eyes, full lips and kind of a big nose. She's wearing a blue and white polka-dot dress. Some big, hulking guy with friendly, brown eyes is standing behind her with his hands protectively on her waist, a delighted, lovesick smile spilling across his face.

Puck is sure he's met her somewhere before. He rings up a customer, his eyes still focused on her, his mind going crazy as he tries to place her in his mind, and he makes a decision. He's gonna go talk to her.

"Hey, do you need any help with these?" Puck asks, as he walks up to her. The girl is shuffling through the drawer of records, her lips pursed in her unwavering focus. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

The girl—no, woman, (he corrects himself)—turns her face to look at him, and he still doesn't know who she is. A flicker of recognition runs through her eyes, leading the scornful curl of her lips, but that's when the giant behind her yells, "Hey, Puck!"

And Puck looks at the man for the first time and it dawns on him. "Finn? Finn Hudson?"

"Yeah, man! How you been?" Finn is giving him a wide, slightly goofy smile and babbling in his slightly slow way. "I haven't seen you in forever! What are you doing?"

The girl looks distressed, her eyes traveling from back and forth between Puck and Finn. Her frustrated expression, however, goes unnoticed by Finn, who is overly excited about seeing a long-lost friend.

"Um, I own this shop," Puck gestures to the walls filled with records behind him, the rows of records and CDs, and the instruments lining the floor. "Just like, a bunch of music stuff."

"That's so cool!" Finn says, his eyes wide with excitement. (Puck is wondering how he was ever friends with anybody who wanted to piss in his pants every time someone divulged new information). "Ha, I'm working as a construction worker, but it's just a temporary job. Just until I get something better to help me and Rach—oh, I'm sorry—" he squeezes the girl's hand and turns her to face Puck, "–Rachel, this is my old high school friend Puck. Puck, this is my girlfriend, Rachel. She's gonna be on Broadway."

Finn sounds overexcited and proud of the fact that Rachel's his girl. He beams at her, weaving his fingers through hers. Puck grins at his friend's delight and extends a hand toward Rachel (oh, so that's her name). "Nice to meet-"

"Oh, we've met before," Rachel says coldly, looking Puck up and down. She keeps her free hand still at her side and doesn't bother to shake Puck's hand.

"Oh, I..." Finn's smile falters as he looks concernedly at Rachel and then at Puck. "Is everything, uh-"

"Everything's fine," Puck assures his old friend. An idea creeps into his head, and he tells Finn, "Say, Finn, why don't you go look at some Tamas I got in," he says, gesturing to the row of drums. "I remember you used to play the drums and you should try some out—they sound really nice."

"Really?" Finn replies eagerly, like a dog that has just been told he gets to go for a run. He lets go of Rachel's hand and focuses his eyes on the drums. "Thanks, man!"

"Yeah, I'll help Rachel find what she's looking for," Puck says, "this is my store after all."

Puck forces a cheesy smile at Finn as Finn bounds off to the drums like a kid in a candy store. When Finn is out of sight, Puck turns his attention to Rachel.

"So... we uh... did we, you know, uh..." Puck stammers. What the hell is wrong with him? He never loses his composure around girls, but this pint-sized diva is a force to be reckoned with.

"No, Noah Puckmeran, I did not have sex with you. And," Rachel says sharply, "and that is probably the only reason why you remember me."

And it all comes rushing back. The crazy psycho girl who handed out autographs, the one who was a Jew and proud of it, the one who kicked him out of her car like he was the spawn of Satan, the only girl (back then at least), the one who was self-assured enough to turn him down.

"I remember you" is all he can manage, and Rachel turns angrily away with a hmmmmph and starts flipping through the records.

"What do you need?" Puck asks, trying to ignore the fact that he's a bit put off at how she's treating him like a piece of gum that she steps in on the sidewalk.

"Well, not like you can help me at all as you obviously lack musical inclinations, but I am looking for Barbra Streisand's rendition of 'My Man' from the masterpiece, Funny Girl," Rachel says airily, looking haughtily away from him. "I don't suppose that a man of your... intelligence, or should I say lack of musical appreciation and culture, would know the slightest bit about such a beautiful piece."

Puck looks at her, a bit disbelieving. He must have done a number on this girl because she's a bitch. But rather than comment, he walks to another drawer and shuffles through some records, pulling out the one that she's talking about.

"Here," he says brashly, handing it to her.

Rachel takes it, her eyes still full of fire. She doesn't say "thank you," but Puck doesn't really care too much. This is why he never wanted to talk to this girl.

"You still hand out autographs?" Puck asks, his expression hard.

"Yes, I do," Rachel replies, studying the record as if she doesn't really believe Puck could have chosen the right one. She turns to face Puck. "But don't expect me to give you one."

"Fine," Puck spits, a little bit like a spoiled child. "I don't want one anyways."

"Fine," Rachel replies.

The air is tense around them, and Puck is about to walk away when Rachel breaks the silence. "Are you still with Santana?"

"Who's Santana?" Puck asks, racking his brain for any Santana he may know of, but he comes up blank.

Rachel looks horrified (well more horrified than she looked before). "Your girlfriend!" she snaps disgustedly. "The one that you were with when you wanted to sleep with me!"

Another memory arises. Oh, Santana.

"No, Santana left me for this other girl—Brittany," Puck shrugs a shoulder. "Didn't know she was a lesbian, but whatever, she was hot."

Rachel huffs, fiddling with the record in her hands. She lets out a slow breath and then meets his eyes, her gaze fiery and challenging. "So then, are you still keeping up with that disgusting behavior of sleeping with every woman you meet?"

The answer surprises her.

"No," Puck says, and his voice is honest. A small, pleased grin tugs at his mouth. "Those days are over. I'm getting married, actually."

Rachel's eyebrows raise in shock.

"Really, now? You?" she laughs in disbelief. "Noah Puckerman—getting married?"

"Yeah," Puck says proudly. He fishes his frayed leather wallet out of his pocket, pulls out a picture, and hands it to her.

Rachel observes it quietly, and Puck knows that she's taking in his fiancee. Her fingers drift over the picture and he knows she's looking at Quinn's flawless skin, her delicate complexion, her shiny blonde hair, and her hazel-brown eyes.

When Rachel replies, there's a softening of her voice and less animosity. "Puck, she's beautiful."

"Yeah, I know," Puck murmurs. Oh he knows all right. Quinn Fabray is the special, one-in-a-million kind of girl that you only encounter once in a blue moon, and that's why he's made sure she's wearing his ring.

"How did you get her?" Rachel asks, her voice full of skepticism. Oh, so now the bitch is back.

"A lot of chasing," Puck says, and adds in, "and no one can resist the Puckzilla. She came around eventually."

Rachel purses her lips and hums an annoyed noise.

"What about you and Finn?" Puck asks, "you guys planning on getting married?"

"I don't see how it's any of your business!" Rachel hisses defensively, eyes narrowing, and Puck knows.

He knows from his experience hitting on girls and reading their body language—he knows everything about Rachel (well at least about her current relationship). He knows there's no way Rachel and Finn are even close to getting married, so they probably just met recently, and he knows that she's probably moved in with him (or maybe he moved into her place—he can't imagine Rachel moving in with a construction worker). He knows that she says the reason she's not investing more into the relationship is because of her dreams and her careers, because even though Finn really is a good guy—Puck knows this because he was friends with the kid and even though the guy's a little stupid, he has a big heart—Rachel's dreams are bigger than Finn's. Maybe Rachel will help change that.

"Okay," Puck says, "whatever." He plucks Quinn's picture out of Rachel's fingers and slips it back into his wallet. Call him whipped or whatever, but he's crazy about Quinn.

There's a noise behind them and Finn is back. "Rachel, these drums are great!"

Rachel smiles at him, her features softened and it seems as though Queen Bitch has left the building. "I'm glad, Finn. I'm just going to pay for this record and then we can leave," she says, her voice cold at the end of the sentence.

"Forget it, just take it. Gift," Puck says, shrugging slightly. "Because of Finn," he clarifies when Finn looks a mixture of bewildered and concerned, and Rachel's eyes narrow venomously. "And because Barbra Streisand sucks big time anyway. Don't know why I even have that record—you're doing me a favor by taking it."

Rachel's eyes widen in horror and she's about to start chastising and challenging Puck, but Finn, sensing the tension, slaps a hand over her mouth and physically picks her up to leave Puck's store. He gives Puck an offhand wave. "Thanks Puck, maybe Rachel and I'll see you around."

Puck grunts in reply. "Don't count on it."

That Rachel Berry is crazy. He feels bad for a nice guy like Finn, getting involved with a psycho like her, but hey, Puck can't be responsible for Finn's relationships. Besides, it doesn't matter. Rachel Berry is insane and everything would be just dandy if he never sees her again.

Author's Note: Chapter Two done! Please leave me some reviews-they help motivate me to update or else I just kind of think no one's interested and won't continue. Thanks for reading! Let me know if you have any suggestions. Thanks to kyella0203 who suggested Puck work in a record store.