Rachel thought of a couple ideas; pregnancy, death, failing, and illness. If he didn't have a good response, she was in trouble. So after school she smeared her mascara and put on some fake tears. She started walking with Tina down the hall, Tina hugging her and Rachel crying. Puck ran over quickly, "What's wrong?"

"I, I need to talk to you," Rachel sniffled. "Over here."

Puck walked over to her and the two sat down on a bench in the courtyard, "What's up babe?"

"I'm pregnant!"

Puck rubbed her back, not showing his fear, "It's alright, you'll be ok. We'll be ok. I'll get a job and ask my mom for help and everything will be fine."

Rachel sniffled, "Ok, thanks." She hugged him and got up, saying she had to use the restroom. She met Mercedes in there, "He was awesome. He told me we'd be fine and he'd find a way to make money. Now help me fix my make-up."

Mercedes frowned, pulling out her make remover, "That is so weird. It like he actually cares about you?"

Rachel looked at her, "What the hell?"

"Well I'm just saying. He's Puck you know? He doesn't deeply care," Mercedes gently rubbed the make up off Rachel's face, handing her a pencil and mascara brush for her to fix it with.

"Well he clearly cares about me!" she said, gently placing new eyeliner on.

"Or, he learned better with Quinn. You'll have to say it was a false positive."

"Fine."

The next day, she arrived looking really sad. Puck immediately noticed, "What's up?"

"Well, see, it was a false positive, but, I got my report card, and I'm failing. Next year, when you go on to be a junior, I'm gonna be stuck here."

"That sucks. Maybe you can take summer school. Or ask Artie for tutoring, I'll help pay for the lessons."

"Thanks, you're great," she kissed him and skipped away. She found Mercedes waiting at Rachel's locker. "He, again, was supportive. I'm done."

"Fine, fine. But I think you should try one more."

"Fine!"

At lunch, Rachel explained to Puck that her teacher hadn't graded all her work, and put them in as zeros. He was so happy she wasn't gonna fail after all. She just didn't know how to handle what she was going to do next. But she had a plan.

The next day, after school, she was walking with him to the courtyard. Her phone rang. She picked it up, "Hello? Oh my gosh! Ok, ok. I'm coming."

Puck stopped her, "Woah! What's wrong?"

"My father's in a coma!"

"Oh my God, that's ho-" suddenly a small car made a beep, and two men, Rachel's parents, waved at her. "What the fuck, Rachel? Both your dads are right there."

"I, I was testing you."

"Testing me? What? The pregnancy, the failing, the coma? They were 'tests?'"

"Mercedes said I couldn't trust, you would do to me what you did to Quinn, so I had to test you."

"I can't believe you Rachel. Glad I passed your tests, but I guess you really didn't pass mine. Bye Rachel."

Rachel walked to her parent's car slowly, real tears falling down her cheeks. "What's wrong Rachel?" her father asked when she got in the car.

"Nothing, can we just go home?"

They got home and Rachel ran to her room, slammed her door, turned on her music, and cried. She cried, and didn't do her homework, and cried, and missed dinner, and cried, and heard her phone ring. She quickly picked it up, "Noah?"

"Hell no Rachel. It's Mercedes."

"He dumped me, for testing him. After he passed all the tests."

"I'm. I'm sorry Rachel."

"Yeah, whatever. Unless you can fix your freaking mess, or tell me how to fix mine, I don't want to talk."

"Maybe you should go visit him, and talk to him. Or maybe even call him."

"Call him? Do you think I haven't tried? I've heard his voicemail so many times now, I know it by heart."

"Go to his house. I can come get ya if that's all you need."

"Yeah, no. I'll walk."

"It's raining Rachel."

"I'll be fine."

She hung up. Pulling a sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants over her clothes, she crawled out of her window. Running down a couple of blocks, she got to Puck's house, drenched in rain. She dragged her feet up the two porch steps. Shivering, she knocked on the door twice. No answer. She rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" a voice called.

"Rachel."

"I'll go get Noah."

Rachel waited there, sliding against the wall so she could pull her knees to her chest to keep warm. He opened the door, but hesitated when he saw who it was, "What do'you want?"

"Noah, I'm sorry. I feel bad. I, I made a mistake, but I love you. I love you more than anyone."

"Forget it," he shut the door. She quickly shoved her shoe in-between.

"Noah, give me another chance. Please?"

"I don't want to, but you're cold, and wet, and a small small part of me still cares. Come in." Rachel jumped up and ran into his doorway. After she got in though, she stood there awkwardly. Puck rolled his eyes, turned and went to get a towel. "Here."

"Thanks," she mumbled. "Can I stay in your room, for now?"

He nodded reluctantly, "Yeah."

She followed him to his room. He pulled out a pair of his sweatpants, and a t-shirt that was two sizes too big for her. She looked awkwardly at him. "I've seen you naked Rachel, you can change here."

She pulled off her sweatshirt and sweatpants, and her skirt and top, and pulled his clothes on over her body. "I'm sorry Noah."

"Stop saying that."

"Sorry."

"You said it again."

"Are you still mad?"

"Yeah, I'm still mad."

"Please forgive me. I love you. I'll do anything. Please."

He had to admit, he couldn't resist her in his clothes, "Fine. Come here."

She ran over and sat on his lap. She was happy to be back with him again.

A/N: Sorry this chapter sorta sucked. I'll try my hardest to make the next one so much better.