A/N: So wow, I didn't realize how super super super short this chapter was. The good news about that is that this means I will be updating again within the next few days since this is really nothing much more than a teaser. Lol. But it's a very important part and I'm not big on combining chapters so please read & review. Will update again soon! =)

After leaving the hospital, Puck and Rachel had headed back to the hotel where they'd met up with Sam, Quinn, and their kids for dinner. It had been nice to catch up with them, at least for Puck. He knew that Rachel had been slightly uncomfortable, but she and Quinn had warmed up to one another fairly quickly and it was hard to be uncomfortable around Sam for long. By the time they were heading up to their rooms, they were all a little tipsy from the shared bottles of wine.

"Noah."

"Yes, Berry?" He glanced down at Rachel who was leaning against the side of the elevator. Quinn and Sam, along with their three very tired children, had gotten off three floors below them and Puck and Rachel were waiting for it to stop on theirs.

Rachel pushed herself off of the wall as the elevator dinged to let them know they'd reached their destination. "I want to talk to you."

"Short stuff, I hate to tell you, but you're already talking to me." He laughed as he led her towards the room.

Her hand swung out and thunked against his chest. "That is not what I meant at all and you know it, Puckerman."

Puck snickered. "Maybe, but it's so much fun giving you shit."

"Must you curse so much? It's really quite inappropriate." Rachel sniffed as she pushed into their room, sitting none too gracefully onto the couch.

"Must you always have that stick up your ass?"

Rachel's eyes shot up to his. "You're an arrogant, crass...jerk."

"It's okay, Berry. You can say it. Asshole. Ass – hole. Say it, Berry."

Rachel stomped her foot. "Fine, you're an asshole." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Does that make you feel better? That I call you an asshole? I don't know what your obsession with profanity is, but it better not rub off on our son because I will kill you."

Puck glanced at her before shaking his head. "Do you always ramble when you're drunk?"

"I am NOT drunk. I am slightly intoxicated, but I have all of my facilities about me."

"Yeah that just didn't make any sense to me." Puck sat down in the chair that was beside the couch Rachel was sitting on.

"That's because you're a baboon."

Puck laughed again. "Are we done calling me names, because if not I think I'm just going to head to bed."

"No." Rachel's hand shot out, grabbing his arm. "I'm sorry. That is not the reason I wanted to talk to you at all." She dropped her hand once he returned to his seat, wringing it with her other in her lap.

She was quiet for so long that Puck thought she might have fallen asleep. What the hell was up with her tonight? It had been a long day and tomorrow was going to be even longer until they got the test results. Maybe he should just drag her to bed because he was sure that whatever she wanted to talk about could wait until the next day. "Rach?"

Her eyes shot up to his and he read the panic in them. And now she was freaking him the fuck out. "Rachel, what's going on?"

"I've spent most of the day thinking Noah because what else is there to do?" She shook her head. "But I started really thinking after you and I talked earlier today when you told me that you forgave me for not telling you about Nathan. And if you can forgive me for that then why can't I forgive you for what you did – or didn't do to me?" She paused, meeting his eyes once again. "I'm going to forgive you Noah for cheating or not cheating, it doesn't matter. But if you say you didn't cheat then I'm going to believe you. You have no reason to lie about it any longer so I believe you."

He was fucking floored. Out of all of the things that he'd been expecting this wasn't even in the top one hundred. But it was about fucking time. He had never cheated on her and he hoped that she truly meant what she was saying because that meant that they might be able to get along for Nathan's sake.

"Thank you, Rachel." Puck took her hand into his and squeezed lightly.

She smiled up at him though it wavered at the sides. "I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning?" She stood slowly, pulling her hand from his as she did so.

With one more quick smile she walked to her room, leaving him sitting in his chair reeling. Because he'd just realized that he still fucking loved her.