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I got home, and slammed my door, not caring about how loud I was being. I walked straight to the kitchen and cracked a beer. What the actual fuck had just happened? I was totally fucking confused about everything that had just gone down. I ACTUALLY called her my girlfriend! What the fuck made me do that? I have a type. Blonde ex-head cheerleaders who were sure of themselves. Ugh, Quinn. I found myself mentally comparing the two women, and I realized that I felt stronger about protecting Rachel than I ever did with Quinn. I slumped down onto the barstool, and set my beer down. This is no fucking good. I barely knew the chick for fucks sake! The first night we met, she called me a heathen! And fuck you if you think I didn't know what that shit meant. It was an insult, and I SHOULD hate her for it!

I thought back to earlier today, when I had gotten out of my car at Quinn's-no, Rachel's house, and I saw that blonde jackass walking up her steps. Something about him immediately made me tense up.

"Puck, come on! Why do you even want to go over there? You've been saying all damn day how 'that little midget is a total bitch, and I don't want to be around her if I don't have to be'!" Mike was laughing at me, and I honestly didn't blame the fucker. He knew me too well.

"Well, douchebag, EVERYONE else is gonna be there, so I don't have to interact with her if I don't fucking feel like it. I'm not passing up a party! Do you know me at all?" I smirked when he rolled his eyes. Blaine and Sam laughed from the front seat.

"Did we have to bring Joe and Artie though?" Sam asked, mentioning the two men who were in the other car. "She doesn't even know who they are!"

"You just didn't want Artie to be here because you think he wants your girl!" Blaine said, shaking his head.

"I'm so glad that I'm gay and the only person I could even be with is Kurt, and none of you will try and take him from me." He laughed when we all groaned. I just shook my head and tuned out the rest of the bickering. I didn't want Joe or Artie to be here either, but it was just because I was gonna try and get Rachel to admit to liking me, and the more people that were there, the less chance I'd get to do that. My head snapped up when Mike mentioned that we were here. I turned and looked at the house. I saw some guy walking up the steps, and the way he carried himself immediately set me on edge. He looked like he was ready for a fight.

"Yo!" I yelled, drawing his attention to me. He turned around and looked me up and down.

"Can I help you with something?" I snapped at him. I smirked when his eyes slightly widened at my tone.

"Nah, bro. I think I got it handled, thanks." He said, blowing me off and ringing the doorbell. I walked up the rest of the steps and stood right next to him, causing him to glare at me, which I just returned. I could hear the girls laughing, and then the door opened, and I noted mentally that Rach looked amazing. And stunned. Then she opened her mouth.

"Colton? What are you doing here? How did you even know I was here?" the bastard stopped glaring at me to talk to Rachel, and I turned as well, not even listening to his answer, just looking at her. Then she turned to me, and I saw an apology in her eyes. What the fuck was she apologizing for?

"Hello Noah." When she smiled at me, I immediately loosened up all my tense muscles slightly. I halfway smiled at her and thanked her for the invite. I saw her eyes leave me and scan my boys behind me, who I was sure, were tensed and ready, just like I was. She seemed to make a split second decision, and opened her door wider and invited us in, with the fakest smile I had ever seen on her face. San came out of nowhere, and stole Rach, after she informed us that the douchebag's name was Colton. What the fuck kinda name is that?

After they left, there was a tension in the room, until Kurt spoke up.

"Hi Blaine, Honey!" and he walked over to give him a hug and kiss. Everyone watched me and Colton square off. Colton decided to open his mouth and say shit, and even though I was barely listening to him, I could he was being an asshole by his attitude, and they way the females were getting more and more tense the more he talked. Finally I snapped.

"What the fuck bro? Don't fucking talk about my girlfriend like that!" I saw everyone's head snap over to me, but I was focused on douchebag. He looked like he was getting more and more pissed the longer I stared him down. Then he scoffed.

"Girlfriend? Rae doesn't even know the meaning of the word. She's a total prude, and wouldn't give it up until I convinced her she was rightfully mine, and that that was the proper way to show that you loved someone." When he said that, I saw red, and lunged myself at him.

And that was really all I could remember (Besides her totally fucking awesome rant when she ripped into douchebag) until I caught Rachel when she passed out. This girl has a serious past, and I couldn't help but want to protect her from it. Which is crazy, because I BARELY KNOW HER.! This is stupid! But now I have gotten myself into this situation, and I know what she has been through, I cant ditch her now. My mother would flay me alive if she found out I hadn't helped the "poor defenseless Jewish girl". I scoffed. Rachel Berry was many things, but thinking back to how she ripped Colton a new one, I couldn't help smirking and thinking, defenseless is NOT one of those things.

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