Puck's POV

After I left Rachel's house I drove around Lima for about an hour. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to go home because I would've had to deal with my drunken mother. Fortunately for Kate (little sister) she was staying at a friend's place so she wouldn't have to deal with her on her own.

When I arrived home I found my mum passed out on the couch so I went to my room and played on my guitar until I got tired and went to bed.

Now I am sitting on the bleachers, just strumming my guitar silently. I can't stop thinking about what happened last night. I really don't want Rachel to be angry at me. I really like our relationship at the moment and I don't want to jeopardise that. I guess it's too late.

I really did want to tell her, but it wasn't my business. But now that I think about it I really should've told her, she didn't deserve to be lied to by that jerk.

Rachel's POV

Lunchtime

I'm wandering aimlessly around the corridors. I don't really have many people to talk to because the stuff about Quinn and Finn has spread around the school like wildfire, as rumours usually do, and the kids in glee I can hang around with, but I don't really have anyone to talk to about the whole situation.

As I am walking I notice Santana walking towards me on the opposite side of the corridor and when we meet in the middle, I stop her. "Hey Santana. Look, I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry that I didn't believe you. And I'm also sorry that I called you a liar and a bitch."

To my surprise, she pulled me into a quick hug. "Don't worry about it. Why would have you believed me? I'm really sorry about the whole situation."

I smile. "Thank you Santana. So you really did care when you helped me with the slushie?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not gonna get all mushy but yeah, I did."

"Thank you."

"Whatever. I'll see ya round I guess."

She trotted away in the same direction in which she was walking before. I continued in the previous direction I was following. I smiled. It's great how two people who can start off disliking each other can actually become friends in the end. At least, I hope Santana and I are friends.

I turn into another corridor and notice Finn at his locker, grabbing a bunch of green roses. I walk slowly up to him and once he sees me, he turns to face me. "Are those for Quinn?" He looks at his feet.

"Uh, yeah," his gaze wanders everywhere except towards me, "Well uh, I've kinda gotta go so uh, I guess I'll see you around…"

As he starts to turn around, I pull his sleeve, making him stop and turn around so he is facing me. "Finn, we need to talk about what happened…"

"W-well, w-what's there to talk about?"

I think about this. "Well, it would be silly if we just ignored each other for the rest of high school. We'll have to talk about it eventually and what better time than the present?"

He continues to shuffle his feet. "Well, what can I say? I'm sorry, I guess. I didn't mean to hurt you, it just sorta, happened."

I am a little angry at him for playing the innocent little boy but I don't show it. "Don't give me that. Puck told me about what you told him."

His pupils contract and he folds his arms against his chest. "What are you talking about? I haven't told Puck anything."

I sigh. "He told me that you confessed your love for Quinn and that you said that you and Quinn had been making out for a while and you weren't going to break up with me until you and Quinn had sorted everything out. And don't tell me that this conversation never took place because I know that Puck would never lie to me."

This time he doesn't say anything, he just keeps his gaze fixed on the ground.

I release another sigh. "Look Finn, you and Quinn can have your perfect relationship. I know now that I don't need you and with time, I can be happy without you."

Finn looks up. "But Rachel, I still love you."

My anger level starts to rise and as I'm about to tell him to just stop I hear a familiar voice break the silence. "Bullshit!" Puck yells, "You never loved her, and you clearly don't love her now! She just caught you making out with Quinn and you're saying that you still love her! Dude! You've gotta stop lying to her! She doesn't deserve it!"

By this time Puck is standing next to me and I start to see Finn's rage. "Dude! You have no idea! Stop meddling in my relationships! It's none of your business! I'm talking to Rachel, so if you don't mind i-

"You lost any right to talk to her when you started two timing with that bitch!" Puck interrupts.

Finn gets even angrier and he takes a step towards Puck. "Hey! Don't talk about my girlfriend like that!"

Puck maintains his stance. "You know what? You're right. Quinn is a bitch but you; you are a jerk who gets his kicks out of making girls feel like shit!"

That was the last straw. Finn throws a punch at Puck, hitting him on the nose. I stand pressed against the lockers as Puck reacts by throwing a swing at Finn's jaw, and I hear a crack making me cringe a little. They keep hitting each other and I'm thrown out of my daze by common sense. "Guys! Stop!" I yell but it doesn't make a difference so I attempt to pull Puck off Finn; he jumps back and Finn gets up. They are both fuming, glaring at one another. I hear Finn's voice. "Fuck this."

He storms off, leaving Puck and I in the middle of an empty corridor. I am surprised that nobody heard and came straight away; they were probably all in the cafeteria.

I pull Puck into the girl's bathroom by his left arm. He tries to fight it but gives up when he is inside. I grab the chair from the corner and lots of paper towels and gesture for him to sit down. He complies and flinches a bit when I apply a wet towel to his nose, which has been bleeding heavily since the fight.

I tilt his head back so it is leaning against the sink. While holding the paper towel on his nose, I look into his eyes. "Are you okay Noah?"

He smirks. "I'm brilliant."

"You're lucky nobody showed up or you would've been suspended. Or worse!"

He shuffles in his chair. "Eh. All in a day's work."

I sit on his lap, still putting pressure on his nose. "Thank you Noah."

He sits up. "For what?"

"For sticking up for me. It was very kind of you but I didn't need your help, I could've handled it perfectly on my own."

He takes my free hand. "Finn's an idiot, he doesn't deserve you. Never did. He had it coming anyways."

I sigh. "But you two are best friends; I just broke your friendship!"

He squeezes my hand. "No you didn't. Besides, he deserved those blows, and I was happy to give them to him. I was even happier to stick up for you."

His gaze breaks mine and this time I squeeze his hand. "I'm sorry about last night." He looks up at me. "I was upset and wasn't thinking straight."

"It's fine, I understand." He pulls me into a hug and I gladly accept, and relax into his grip when I feel his arms wrap around my waist. "Thank you Noah." He smiles. "Anytime."