Still don't own anything! Mistakes are mine.

It's been a month since they won their championship game and three weeks since Puck finished filming his movie. Puck and Rachel have been stuck in their own little world since that night in the club in Vegas. They whisper goodbye to each other so no one heard that they realized their feelings for each other. She loves the time they spend together now that he's not busy filming all day and she doesn't have practices. He's been taking her out on dates and actually cooked dinner for her one night while Sarah went to Mike's Dancing with the Stars photo shoot. And now that he has free time, Rachel asked him to teach her the basics of playing the guitar. In her opinion, it's been the most perfect and relaxing three weeks of her life. And neither of them can deny that they love the slow, lazy sex they've been having ever since saying those three little words. In fact, Rachel has noticed that Puck cuddles just a little more with her or the way he likes to say the words in her ear right before she falls apart underneath him.

Rachel hums quietly while she looks up at the TV, trying to figure out how to assemble the foam she got for the fabric headboard she's in the process of making for her room. And since she's leaving for American Idol tomorrow, she figured she would spend the day redoing it like she had planned on doing for awhile, especially since Puck is at a photo shoot and Brittany is teaching at Mike's studio now. Santana's busy with Finn, trying to get her work with Bryan started. Sarah started up her online classes while still working with Finn and Connor is over in Afghanistan now, so everyone is completely busy.

She eyes the TV and pauses it to look down at everything in front of her.

The front door opens and Puck walks in. The key on the top of the door frame disappeared since the guys were always at the condo at some point or another, so the girls just made them each their own copy for part of their Christmas presents. Brittany wanted to get ones with little skulls all over them, but Rachel and Santana decided on all straight black ones, bright pink one for Sarah and a blue one set aside for when Connor gets back. The guys decided that the girls should have keys to their apartments for any type of emergency, so the they each have three more keys than normal on theirs. Santana jingled hers around saying she felt like a janitor. That in itself made Lord Tubbington ecstatic when she wiggled them around for his little paws to try and catch.

He eyes the living room floor where Rachel is sitting. There's foam and a big piece of backer board in front of her. HGTV is paused up on the screen and he thinks he sees a can of paint, a paintbrush, her dresser, and the drawers out on the patio. All around on the furniture are pieces of fabric. What is she up to? He thinks back to see if he remembered any of them wanting to redo anything in the condo but he couldn't come up with a damn thing. He's sure that they would've asked him, Finn or Mike for help if that was the case.

"Noah! I didn't know you were done with the shoot for the day." Rachel looks over at the clock. "It's kind of early." She stands up and moves in front of him where he's perched on the arm of the couch.

Rachel leans into him and gives him a quick kiss. He looks down at the mess on the floor. "Yeah, we got done early. Whatcha doin' baby?"

"I decided I was going to redecorate my room before I left tomorrow. Brittany went down to the studio and Santana went to watch Bryan do something with some model. How was the photo shoot?" She sits back on the floor and starts to arrange foam on the board.

"It was fine. I had a meeting with Holly after since I'm not needed on the set till tomorrow for a meeting. But there's something I need to talk to you about." He rubs his hand over the back of his neck and sits down on the couch, pulling her towards him so she's sitting in between his legs but facing him at the same time.

"What's wrong?" She blinks her chocolate eyes up at him and his heart clenches. He's going to feel like such a dick. Her hand moves up his leg so she's holding his hand.

"The movie isn't getting enough attention. The director and Holly came up with a plan to help us out. They wanna start a relationship between some people in the movie." Rachel's face instantly pales. "They talked to Holly about me and Quinn."

"What?" She breathes out. "Quinn is a client of Holly's?"

He nods and licks his lips. Shit, he probably should've mentioned that way earlier before this. "He thinks it's a good idea if me and Quinn pretend to date."

She pulls her hand away and backs up a bit. "Why can't she do it with someone else? Like, I don't know, Eli or the producer? Someone else! Anyone else! Holly knows you're in a relationship!" Her voice is growing louder.

"Look, I tried to explain it, but…He's my boss." He feels like that's a good enough explanation.

"Then go to him and explain harder!" She stands up and looks at Puck, her eyes threatening to spill with tears.

"Rachel, it's my job. It's not like I can just go up to him and say fuck you." Puck pulls her towards him, his hands settling on the back of her thighs. "Please don't be mad."

"I'm your girlfriend! You know how wrong this is." His head falls forward until his forehead is against her stomach. "I knew Holly didn't like me. She probably came up with you and Quinn before your director even thought about doing something like that. He's Quentin fucking Tarantino. How can it not be getting attention?" Rachel walks towards her room, hating that she rambles when she's upset. This isn't even a side of her he's seen.

"Rachel, don't walk away from me." His voice is getting louder.

He walks into her room and there's a suitcase sitting next to her vanity on the floor filled with her clothes for the apartment she'll have to stay in starting tomorrow. The chair is filled with different products from the bathroom and clothes all over her floor near the closet. All of the clothes from the dresser are sitting next to the chair. The bed is in the middle of the room, part of the frame on the floor and the same swatches of fabric from the living room are tacked up on the wall. He sighs, seeing her shoulders shaking while she sits on the bed.

"What the fuck do you want me to do?"

She turns around and the sight of tears down her perfect cheeks breaks his heart. "I want you to tell him to find someone else to do it." Her voice is so small and weak. Far from his Rachel. "This isn't fair. Just because I'm leaving for the show means you can walk around and be with Quinn?"

"I don't know! I know it's not fair!" He yells, throwing up his hands. How can she not understand that this is his job. It's not like he wants to sacrifice his relationship.

"You said you loved me." She yells it at him and points her index finger at him. "I can see the headlines all over the magazines now." She motions her hand in the air in an arch like she's reading a news headline. "Noah Puckerman is seen with costar Quinn Fabray while his girlfriend is on American Idol. Will things be ending for the couple now that they're apart?" She wipes her cheeks. "Where does that even leave us? For her to announce that we broke up when I leave?" Her voice is becoming hysterical now. Rachel knows it's not good for her voice but she can't help it.

"I do, and we can still be together, just…not in public." The second those words come out of his mouth, he knows that he fucked up and closes his eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me Puck?" He flinches. Her beautiful brown eyes are now nearly black and flashing with anger. She points to the door. "Get out! We're over."

Rachel turns around, pulling her hands up to her mouth and starts to sob. At first he moves towards her, trying to hug her and tell her she doesn't mean it into her ear because this can't believe this is happening. But when she shrugs him off, he glares at the back of her head, hating the fact that she doesn't understand how big this movie is for his career. He walks out of her room and slams the front door. She flinches and looks around at her room. Abruptly, she stands up and runs to the bathroom, gathering all her things from there that she needs and throws them into the suitcase along with everything on her chair. Tossing some clothes onto the bed, she changes into skinny jeans, boots and a v neck shirt then pulls a sweatshirt over it all. She pulls her things into the living room, grabbing her phone charger and stuffing it into her purse. Tears are still falling down her cheeks as she surveys the living room. She wants to clean it all but she leaves the TV paused and ignores everything else. She pulls her suitcase out the door and runs down to her car, putting everything in the trunk and driving far away from anything involving LA.

This is the first time Rachel Berry is running away from anything.

Brittany and Santana walk through the door of their condo, laughing while Brittany explains something Mike did at the studio. Santana walks to the living room while the blonde grabs something from the fridge.

"Rach?" She looks around at the mess on the floor and the dresser on the patio. The TV is paused.

"She might be in her room with Puck. They were going to hang out tonight when he was done with the photo shoot." Brittany walks towards Rachel's bedroom and pushes open her door.

Santana follows when Brittany is just staring into the room. It's also a mess, her suitcase gone along with her phone charger but her laptop still in place on the shelf of her nightstand. She walks towards the bathroom and sees that all of her things are missing that she packed for the show.

"She's gone." Santana blinks at Brittany, starting to panic.

"But she's not leaving until the morning. We were going to have breakfast." The blonde shakes her head and pulls out her phone, dialing Puck's number. "Puck? Do you know where Rachel is?" She looks at Santana worried. "What do you mean she was here when you left? Why did you leave?"

Santana bites her lip and walks back out into the living room while Brittany hangs up with him. Rachel would never leave a mess. Where could she be?

"San? Puck says that we should go over to Finn's and he'll talk about what happened."

They run out of the door and pile into Brittany's car, heading towards the guys' building. When they get there, Mike and Finn are staring at Puck then back at the girls worried.

"What the fuck is going on?" Finn stands up and crosses his arms.

"I told her that Holly wants me and Quinn to pretend to date for the movie."

"You WHAT?" Santana yells and walks over angrily to him. "She's fucking missing! And she leaves tomorrow and we don't know how long it'll be before we fucking see her again." She pushes Puck's chest where he's sitting on the coffee table before Finn pulls Santana against his chest, holding her tight so she doesn't hit Puck again.

"She wanted me to go to the director and talk to him about getting it changed. But I can't do that. It's not that fucking easy." Puck shakes his head like they're all stupid for thinking he can just tell his boss he doesn't want to do it.

"Yes it is!" Santana throws her arms up in the air and moves into his face, looking into his eyes. "She's your girlfriend and I can tell that you fucking love her." Santana turns into Finn's arms. No one knows that they've already exchanged their 'I love yous', not that it means anything now.

"She won't answer her phone." Brittany says quietly from the door. They all look to her. "I've called at least ten times since we got here. It's going straight to voicemail." Mike walks over to her and pulls her into his arms.

Puck sits on the floor, putting his face in his hands. "I have to do this. You guys don't understand. Even if I do love Rachel, I have to do this."

"Dude…" Finn says in a warning tone, quickly to be cut off.

"Don't you get it?" Brittany says defeated. "They did this because they knew that you wouldn't say no because it is your job. Holly hates Rachel. Quinn hates Rachel. They had this planned to fuck with your head. Congratulations." Tears are falling down her cheeks and it makes Puck feel even worse, "You did it and now my best friend is missing before she has to go compete for a fucking record label. You fucked up big time. But even if you are 'dating' Quinn." She used air quotations, "Every time we go to support her, you're going to go to and have to deal with the torture of watching her get her dreams. I don't give a shit what you say." Brittany pulls out of Mike's arms and runs down the hall to Finn's room.

Santana runs after Brittany, quietly closing the door and locking it so she can lay with her friend. They try to call Rachel again, then call her dads to see if she might have gone to them since they rented an apartment in LA so they could go cheer her on. But when they say no and ask what's going on, Santana tries to explain.

Mike and Finn sit on the couch, staring at their best friend and wondering how well everything is going to go the next few weeks.

"You guys understand don't you?" Puck looks up at them with worried eyes.

"No, I honestly don't." Mike glares at the man in front of him.

"I do." Finn looks between them. "The last thing he needs is to piss off his director and have them talk to a whole shit load of people in the business about how Puck isn't cooperative or some shit. Neither of us can afford that."

"You fucking kidding me?" Mike stands up and stares at his friends. "This is Rachel. Rachel Berry. She's the glue holding us all together. Making sure we all eat together instead of breaking off into couples all the time and now she's going to be gone for who knows how fucking long. God you two are dumbasses. If he loves her, nothing else should matter."

Finn is about to speak when there's a knock at the door. He stands up and shoves past Mike. He opens the door while Mike is glaring at Puck. "What are you doing here?"

Their eyes snap over, only to see Quinn in the door. "I knocked on Puck's door and when I got no answer, I assumed everyone was over here." She smiles and walks into the apartment. Finn is looking from her to his bedroom.

Mike can feel that something bad is about to happen. He's just waiting for what it might be.

Puck clears his throat and looks up to Quinn. "What'd you need?"

"Holly wants to meet with us silly. She has a reservation for us." She looks down at her watch. "In two hours."

Santana opens the bedroom door. "No Britts, that can't be Quinn. Would she really show her face around here?" She walks down the hall with Brittany hot on her heels.

"San…" Brittany says worriedly. Santana turns around and looks at her oddly, but Brittany is looking past her at the blonde in the living room.

"Hello ladies." Quinn waves.

Mike starts to back towards the hallway slowly. "Heey guys."

"You…" Santana glares at Quinn.

She looks around at everyone and Puck starts to slowly stand up. Finn inches his way towards Santana, his hand reaching out for her arm.

"Yes?" She says innocently and scrunches her eyebrows together.

"Um Finn…" Brittany looks at him worriedly.

That's the exact second chaos starts.

Santana lunges at Quinn, knocking her over on the ground, straddling the blonde's hips and trying to get her hands around her neck. Quinn puts her arms up, managing to get her purse off and manages to hit Santana with it in the head. "You slut." Santana freezes and grabs the woman's wrists in front of her in one hand while pulling her hair with the other.

"Get off me you crazy bitch!" Quinn gets her leg up and kicks Santana off of her using her heel.

Santana falls over and grabs her stomach. "Fuck!"

Quinn jumps up, tossing her purse to the side and smoothes down her hair. She turns towards Puck. "You need to control your friends."

"I.." He looks over to Santana who has gotten up and walks over to pull the blonde's hair and throws her to the couch. He's too in shock to do anything. Which seems to be everyone at the moment.

Brittany watches as Quinn rolls over the couch and kicks Santana's knee. "What is wrong with you?" She yells and charges over to the couch and pushes at her shoulders. Quinn starts to push back until Brittany is slammed up against the wall. "San!"

The Latina shakily stands up and pulls Quinn towards her chest while Brittany pushes at her. The blonde in the middle starts to scratch at Brittany's arms and chest. She kicks Quinn's shin and shoves her to the side. They're all trying to catch their breath when there's a knock at the door. Santana limps over to answer it but Quinn gets up and charges her, knocking her over and Santana's head hits the floor with a loud thud. The door flies open and all the guys snap over to see a tall black man and a bit shorter white man run in.

"Santana!" Both men move to pull the girls apart, Quinn kicking anything she can reach on the other girl. Brittany runs over to Mike and clings on to him.

"What the hell is going on here?" Nathan yells out. "Santana, sweetheart." He runs his hand down her face.

"Why are you touching my girlfriend?" Finn walks over to pull Santana out of this man's arms.

"Why don't you tell me where the hell my daughter is?" He looks at him and Finn stops in his tracks, his eyes wide. He looks over to Puck, who looks like he's about to pass out or two seconds away from starting to hyperventilate.

Allen gently pushes Quinn away from him, she stumbles towards Puck but he doesn't make a move to catch her. Allen holds his arms out to Brittany. "What happened to your arms?"

She looks over to the other blonde who is standing next to Puck with her arms crossed and bruises forming on them. "I'm fine Allen."

Santana moans and leans her head against Nathan's chest. "We don't know where she is papa Berries. We thought she would go to you and her phone is going straight to voicemail."

"San, baby." Finn strokes her forehead. "We need to take you to the hospital. You hit your head really hard."

"Puck, get her out of here. I don't want to see her face. And I really don't care to see you for awhile too." Mike holds Brittany's hand.

"Quinn, go out in the hall." She looks at Puck like he's crazy. "Go out into the fucking hall and get into your car! Tell Holly we can reschedule her precious meeting." He yells and she flinches, grabbing her purse and pushing her way through all the people. "I'm going to the hospital, don't even try to tell me I'm not allowed."

Rachel walks into the room of her hotel, leaving her suitcase by the bed as she collapses onto it and just cries until it turns dark outside. Around six she opens the menu for room service and tries to decide on something to eat. All the crying has messed up her vocal chords and she's not sure what they'll be doing tomorrow if they do anything at all. She decides on soup and hot tea with honey before she collapses on her bed again.

Her cell phone has been vibrating non-stop. Calls from Brittany, Santana, Mike, her dads, and eventually from Puck. The ones from him are coming nearly every five seconds.

Her phone chirps with a message and she looks down.

Brittany: We're at the hospital. San got into a fight with Quinn when she showed up at Finn's. She's got a mild concussion, please come see us.

She smiles sadly, but it won't be safe to go there. Puck will be there. Rachel sighs and when she opens the door to get her food, the teenager in front of her just looks at her with a sympathetic face. She scowls at him and hands him a five just so he'll get out of her face. While she's eating, she gets another message.

Noah: Ray, please answer the phone.

Pushing it to the side, she hugs a pillow to her chest and feels the fresh tears sliding down her cheeks.

Later that night, she walks into the hospital where Brittany said she would be. Luckily, everyone is asleep, so she walks into the room, seeing Brittany laying with her head down by Santana's feet. Mike is asleep by the window and her dads are sitting against the wall asleep with Finn and Puck next to them. Sarah is laying across the floor with her head on Puck's lap. She tiptoes over to the bed and smoothes Santana's hair away from her face. There's a small bruise forming on her right cheek and she looks over to Brittany, seeing the scratch marks on her arms. The Latina stirs, whimpering slightly. Brittany wakes up and looks over, seeing Rachel.

Rachel pulls a finger to her lips, telling her to be quiet since she doesn't want any of the men to wake up and see her there. She walks over and wraps Rachel in her arms while everyone sleeps.

"Are you okay?"

"Can we go out in the hallway to talk?" She whispers. The blonde nods her head and they leave, closing the door slightly. "I'm so sorry she got hurt. That you got hurt." She breaks down and starts to cry again.

"Rach, that's not good for your voice." Brittany hugs her and they both slide down to the floor. "Puck told us what happened. I'm pretty sure the group is going to be divided for awhile."

"Why?"

"Finn understands where Puck is coming from. Mike said that he won't want to see Puck for awhile and probably Finn too. Santana is furious so she'll be with Mike and I. But I'll have her when he gets busy for his show next week and he's gone all the time. We'll all go and support you both though. No need to worry Rachel." She strokes the curly hair on Rachel's head. "He's been calling you non-stop."

"I know, but I just can't talk to him. You should've heard what he said."

Brittany looks at her confused. "He hasn't told us anything really about the fight you two had. What happened?"

"He said we could still be together, just not in public."

"Rachel…don't you..." She quickly gets cut off.

"I have to go soon. I can't risk them knowing I'm here. Puck will just want to talk and I can't." She looks up at her friend with sad eyes. "Will you tell Santana I love her? My dads too?"

"Of course." Brittany helps her up and kisses her forehead. "We'll see you soon." She smiles weakly.

"I love you Britt." She hugs her friend then walks down the hallway towards the exit.

"Love you too Rach." Brittany watches her friend walk away before she enters the room again. She crawls into bed with Santana and holds her hand, finally crying and getting all her frustration out.

Sarah sits on the couch with her laptop open on the coffee table with Connor staring at her with a headset on. "Rachel and Noah broke up."

His eyes widen as he stares at her. "WHAT?" He halfway yells and he looks around when some of the other guys tell him to shut up.

"Yeah. It was really bad. And when they were all at Finn's while I was taking a test, Quinn showed up and got in a fight with San. They ended up taking her to the hospital and she's still there so they can make sure she doesn't have a concussion still. And Brittany has scratches all over her arms."

"So Puck and Rachel are just…over?" He looks over his shoulder when someone pushes in a chair roughly. He leans over, his dog tags hanging over his olive green shirt. She can't help but stare at his muscles.

"That's what everyone is saying. She just disappeared last night and no one can get in touch with her. At least we'll know where she is tonight since all the contestants have to meet up." Sarah runs her hand through her hair. "And Noah just looked miserable and guilty but he didn't try to really explain anything other than him supposedly dating Quinn for publicity. This is all such a huge mess."

"Shit." He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. It's night time there and she can tell how tired he is. "I wish I could talk to Rachel. She must be heartbroken."

"She'll probably write you soon. Brittany said all her stationary was gone but her laptop was still there. I see Noah's side though. He doesn't want to get a bad rep in the business and I can't blame him. I would've done the same thing."

"Yeah, but he fucking loves that girl, I can see it by the way he looks at her. The money or anything like that shouldn't matter. If I had a sister, I could see her being exactly like Rachel with how my family is." He rubs his eyes then crosses his arms again, trying to ignore that she'd do the exact same thing as her brother.

Sarah can't stand to think about them choosing sides over who's right and who isn't. "Are you okay over there?"

He nods. "Yeah, but we haven't even been here that long." Connor sighs. "When does Mike start his show?"

"They start the training next week and they'll do that for two weeks before opening night. I think we're going."

"Sounds…fun." He grins then yawns. "Who's his partner?"

"Chelsea Kane."

Connor makes a face. "Who is she?"

"She was on the Disney channel. I used to watch her." She laughs and looks down embarrassed.

"That's cute." She looks up and sees that he isn't trying to be mean or anything. "You look beautiful."

Sarah blushes. "Thank you. But you look so tired." She frowns but then screams when there's a loud explosion in the background.

A man pokes his head into the door behind him. "Hawthorne! We're moving out, get your shit!"

"Sorry sweetheart, I gotta go. We'll talk soon."

Puck walks through the door and sees Connor on the screen before it goes black. Sarah looks over with tears in her eyes. He moves over to her quickly and hugs her. "What's wrong?"

"I just heard an explosion behind him and then he had to leave." She leans against her brother and cries against his chest, until he lays down and pulls her with him. "Noah?"

"Yeah?" He strokes his sister's hair.

"Would you be mad if I said I kissed Connor?" Sarah feels him tense underneath her but he relaxes and strokes her hair again.

If he was honest, he'd think that he's supposed to yell at her and say that he's an awful match for her. But Connor really balances her out. She's even starting some online classes thanks to him standing up to her. He's a good man, but the other thing he's worried about is him deploying. "No, I wouldn't be mad."

"Really?" She looks up at him, tears swimming in her eyes.

"Yep. Just know about everything you have to worry about dating someone in the military. Connor's a good guy."

"I know." She smiles and curls up against her brother. No matter how much she likes Rachel, she'll always be on her brother's side because he takes such good care of her.

Puck rubs her back until she falls asleep and he's 90% sure that Sarah told Connor about what's going on. He thinks about the words Matt said to him after their tour in North Carolina since Connor loves Rachel like a sister. But then that's when he realizes that he was exactly like Matt, except worse. Not only did he give her up because of work just like Matt, he did it all for a fake relationship when he could've just said he wasn't comfortable with it and been perfectly fine, having the girl he loves in his arms.

Rachel is sitting on her bed in the apartment she's sharing with a few other contestants, watching her roommate look at celebrity gossip online. She's wondering how long it'll be until she sees something about Puck on the screen.

A guy walks by the door, holding a GQ magazine with a familiar pair of hazel green eyes on it. Rachel gets off her bed and runs down the hallway and into the room the man disappeared into.

"Is that the newest GQ?" She says out a little breathlessly.

The guy laughs. "Yeah, why?" He pulls the suitcase up onto the bed and unzips it.

"Can I see it?"

He looks down at the magazine then back to her. "Sure. Name's Blaine." He holds out his hand once she takes the magazine.

She shakes it and sits on the bed, staring down at it. Her fingers tips trace over his lips on the cover while she bites her own. He's got an eyebrow cocked and a long sleeve white button up dress shirt on, his hands are adjusting a black loosened tie with a little smirk that she misses and he's got some scruff on his chin and jaw line. Rachel flips to the interview and the first picture is him sitting against a golden couch, his tie is loosened with his hands tucked into the pocket and he's just looking at the camera. No smile. Nothing. His eyes are expressive enough.

The next page he's sitting on the floor in front of an antique dresser with his guitar on his lap, his left hand rubbing the back of his head and a leather jacket on. She can feel the tears forming in her eyes while Blaine unpacks his clothes into the dresser. The next page, she sees him propped up on his left arm in a red plaid button up and a white shirt underneath with jeans on in a field.

Turning back to the front page of the article she carefully reads the interview. He mostly talks about working on set and his new movie that's coming out or if he has any feelers for any new projects. There's a little bit about him playing guitar until she sees something about a girlfriend. Her stomach turns a bit before moving on.

GQ: We heard that you're dating an LFL Player. What's that like?
NP: It's great actually. Usually most girls just don't care about sports. You can come home, turn on ESPN and they just want nothing to do with it. Since she plays football, Rachel is really interested in watching the games and looking at their technique.
GQ: That's kind of weird. Technique?
NP: Don't call my girl weird. (He laughs) And yeah, technique. Like the way the quarter back and wide receiver interact with each other. Anyways. It's the LFL and I love seeing her play. She's amazing at it.
GQ: You've been known to be a bit of a player. She must be pretty special for you to be with her for, how long has it been now?
NP: About six months. And she's very special, I haven't meant any girl that's like her.

She finishes the rest of the article that asks him about personal things that she already knows about. Tears are streaming down her cheeks and she drops the magazine into her lap, swiping furiously at her cheeks. Blaine turns around and instantly kneels down in front of her.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"My idiot ex boyfriend." She motions down to the magazine. His lips form a small 'o.'

"Shit, I'm sorry. Rachel right?" She nods. "Look, I'm sure he'll realize that he screwed up."

"He said in this stupid interview that I was special, but he can just throw me away for his job? Wanting to keep me hidden in the background while he promotes his new movie?" She sniffles and buries her head in her hands. The bed shifts beside her and he rubs her back, saying 'shh' soothingly.

Blaine pulls her into his arms, hugging her tight while she spills the entire story. When she's finally done he rubs her back, he can tell that she feels better now that she just got it all out. "C'mon, I'll help you unpack then you can get some sleep since we have to do a photo shoot tomorrow. You can keep the magazine if you want."

"Thank you. I know this is just going to upset me but I'm going to use it as motivation to win this damn thing."

"I'm your competition, but I've been hearing some of the other contestants whisper about your audition. We should stick together. I can really see you in the top finalists if what they say about your voice is true. Plus it's always good to have a friend every now and then."

"I'd love that." She lets out a watery laugh and picks up the magazine, walking back to her room.

The blonde smiles when they enter the room and stands up to shake Blaine's hand. "Hey, I'm Holly Holiday." Rachel cringes at her first name. And her bright blonde hair reminds her of Quinn. It's like they've morphed together and found some talent to haunt her here too.

From what she's known of the woman since she's been here though, she's nothing like the two bitches that broke up her relationship. This Holly is actually kind and funny, she reminds Rachel of Brittany sometimes. She can actually see her time here being fun instead of completely miserable because her heart is breaking every time she glances at the cover of that magazine.

Puck is sitting at a table with Finn, Holly, Quinn, his director and producer while they discuss how this relationship could get them a lot of great publicity. Holly is going on and on about how they could book talk shows together.

"The People's Choice Awards are coming up. Maybe they could present a teaser trailer for the movie and of course they'd walk the red carpet together." She smiles at Quinn and writes down a few more ideas while the director and producer talk about if they could have something made up in time for that.

Finn looks over at his best friend, staring at the table in front of him and not really caring about what's going on. "Can I talk to Puck out in the hall for a minute?" They all look at him oddly before nodding. He grabs his friend by the collar and pulls him into the hall. Once the door is shut he glares at Puck. "I've worked too damn hard for you and your career for you to screw this up now, so you gotta start paying fucking attention at this meeting."

"The fuck for Finn? All I have to do is go where they fucking tell me to. It's not like I'm in the best damn mood for this meeting in the first place."

"Then at least act like you care about your damn job man. Your boss is eyeing you, seeing if you're really into this." Actually Finn can tell that the man just looks worried about Puck, because he looks like shit today. But if lying to him a bit will get his ass into gear, he'll do it. "You're acting like you don't care about the movie. That looks bad on both of us. You agreed to this. You told Rachel about all of it and she broke it off. If she can't handle your job then maybe it's a good thing it's over." He's not lying about that part though.

Puck pushes him up against the wall. "Don't fucking say that about her. And you better not say shit like that around Santana or else you won't have a girl either." He pushes him with a little more force then disappears back into the room.

Quinn eyes them both when they sit down before she reaches over and squeezes Puck's hand. His jaw clenches but he smiles tightly at everyone, nodding at what Holly is talking about. She notices that he looks exhausted with bags forming under his eyes and she can't help but feel a tiny bit guilty. Then Holly looks at her with the happiest smile she's seen in awhile and she smiles back, knowing her best friend is happy. That's what really matters.

Don't hate me! I just hope you guys will still stick with me. I had this planned for chapters now. I've been a nervous wreck about posting this, so I'm sorry for bursting the happy Puck/Rachel bubble.

Also, I picked Chelsea Kane because when she was on the show, I could see Mike doing the choreography Mark Ballas did. So if you haven't seen any of them, go look them up on YouTube, mostly the jive. Definitely don't own any of that. Lastly, the pictures described in the GQ magazine, are ones Mark has actually done. The last two, just imagine him with no mohawk. - Gotta give lots of credit during this, and I def don't own any of it other than the story idea.

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