A/n: I am apologizing for the delay in uploading. I've been busy with college, and other emotional stuff. Again I apologize .

Over the next few days, Puck became incredibly close to Becky, she didn't mind, she thought he was just being friendly, she didn't think anything by it, not until Santana and Quinn pulled her aside in the hallway after school.

"What is going on with you and Puckerman?" Santana accused, her hands of her hips, looking Becky up and down. Becky seemed surprised by her look.

"Nothing, we are just friends." Becky said innocently, Quinn and Santana both sniggered, shaking their heads, everyone knew Puck couldn't 'just be friends' with someone, it wasn't in his nature.

"Do you know about Beth, what he did to Rachel and Finn, about Rachel's mom, about what he did to Quinn while she was pregnant?" Santana quizzed, Quinn went awkwardly tense, she didn't like talking about all that happened, but they knew Becky had a right to know. Becky shook her head, playing with the hem of her Katy Perry t-shirt, Becky thought Puck was a good guy, he had always been nice to her, never implied that he wanted anything more from her, she wanted more from him, but she didn't think it'd ever happen. He was the cool ,hot, bad guy, and she was the weird, Katy Perry obsessed girl that everyone liked to take the piss out of.

"Breadstix's, 6 o'clock, we'll buy." Quinn said, letting Becky go. Becky agreed to meet them, but then she realised that Puck had offered to take her home that day. Awkwardly she walked to his waiting car in the parking lot. She opened the door but didn't climb in. she looked at him, trying to figure it all out.

"What do you want from me, Noah?" she hated calling him by his real name, but she knew he'd know she was upset. He looked at her, and then saw Quinn and Santana waving a few feet away. He pinched the bridge of his nose, he hated when they caused trouble, he just wanted to be left alone, to be happy. He climbed out of the car, running his fingers through his mohawk, feeling guilty. He walked around the car, to her, and looked at her, taking her hands into his.

"I haven't been perfect, I'll never be perfect, I want to tell you everything, I do Becky, but I have a feeling that Santana and Quinn have taken it upon themselves to tell you." Puck looked at the floor, ashamed of the things he'd done. Becky tilted her head, trying to get him to look at her.

"They haven't told me details, they want to, but I'd rather hear them from you." Becky held his hands tighter; she appreciated any body contact she got with Puck. Puck looked up, a crooked smile on his face, he, suddenly, looked nervous again.

"What's up?" Becky looked around; Quinn and Santana were stood by Santana's car, looking over, spying.

Puck shook his head, and held the door open from Becky, keeping eye contact with her to a minimum.

"Noah!" Becky pushed him, trying to get his attention.

He looked at her, his eyes full of shame, and remorse.

"Have you ever wanted something so bad that you'd change who you are just to have that one thing, just to be happy?" Puck said quickly, looking Becky right in the eyes. He made her nervous sometimes; it was just the way he looked at her, the way his eyes made her melt. His hand cupped her cheek, caressing her face. She swallowed hard, nervous.

"Every day," she whispered, leaning into his palm. He smiled, softly, the one smile Puck only showed a few people, when he realised that he was smiling at her like that, he froze. What was he doing? He couldn't be with her; there was no way a girl as amazingly beautiful as her would want to be with him.

"I'll tell you Becky, I promise." He whispered, moving his hand away from her face, but she grabbed his wrist, and looked at him, was he really as stupid as he acted? Was he honestly that stupid not to see she wanted him? How could he not see? He looked at her, frowning, what was going on?

They were both so oblivious to how they felt for each other and Santana read their chemistry from the other side of the parking lot. She marched over, hands on her hips, ready to scream at them. Puck glared at her, telling her to go away.

"Are you two fucking blind?" she exploded, throwing her hands into the air, making Becky flinch. "Puck, Noah, for fucking Christ sakes, she wants you! Becky, Rebecca, New girl, he wants you! Now sort it, before I kill someone." Santana exclaimed and stormed back to her car. Neither Puck nor Becky had really expected that to happen. They looked at each other awkwardly. Becky moved away from Puck and climbed into the car, Puck did the same. They sat in the car, silently, and they both turned to each other, at the same time.

"Is it true?" they both said in unison, before laughing at each other. They both knew it was, Puck drove Becky home, and walked her to the door. Standing on the porch, everything seemed so tense.

"Becky…" Puck said, Becky span around, and looked at him, waiting him for say something. He composed himself, and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. "Come to prom with me, as my girlfriend." Puck was blunt; it wasn't even a proper question. Becky laughed at his bluntness, and then smiled at him, moving closer to him.

"I'm going to say yes," Becky beamed, and before Puck could do anything, she rushed inside. Puck exhaled, and walked back to his car, he was half way down the path when the sprinklers came on. He turned around, to see Becky stood in the doorway, grinning.

"you are dead," he mouthed and ran to his car.

Becky leant against the door frame and sighed happily.