CHAPTER 5

AN: Okay, so here's my plan at the moment: every other chapter (or once every 3 chapters) I'm going to do a flash to New York or Lima or wherever the rest of the Glee Clubers are at that moment to show what's going on there (and to give you a sense of how long it's been since Rachel and Puck went missing).

PS-does anyone remember that guy Matt from season 1? Well Chey and I never knew he had a name and we made up our own name for him. Anyone want to guess what it was? :3

PPS- "When are either of them going to realize they are in the middle of no where, with slim chances of being found? How about searching for food, sustainable fire, or other civilization, instead of swimming in a lake, making out, thinking of petty relationships or crushes (really, in the situation you're in, you're thinking of your boyfriend? what about survival!). This story sounds like a really bad soap opera, written by my 14 year old cousin." Dear person who wrote this review, thank you. Though next time before you criticize me, I suggest you look at the genre of my story (romance,) and remember this is fanfiction. Not real life. Also, if you read the entire story not just that chapter, I've spoken about food and them realizing they're not going to get off the island. Also, you make fire, not find it.

Lima

A month. It had been a month since Rachel and Puck had gotten on the wrong plane and they had just disappeared off the face of the earth.

New Directions had gotten crushed at Nationals. Even with Blaine, they were nothing without Rachel. She really was the star, and it had hurt them not having her there.

Everyone was assuming they were dead now—even Finn. He'd spent about two weeks worried about Rachel before the papers started reporting the plane was most likely on the bottom of the ocean and they doubted they'd ever see the people who were on it again.

He wasted no time moving on, getting back with Quinn a week after her messy break up with Sam. Kurt couldn't believe it. He was supposedly in love with Rachel, but she wasn't even confirmed dead, and he was already with his ex.

Kurt and Blaine, who were still going strong, didn't go a day without talking about the crash and the missing teenagers. Neither was convinced the two of them were dead.

"I know Puck," Kurt said to Blaine over dinner at Breadsticks one night. "Noah Puckerman doesn't go down without a fight. Even if the plane did crash, which I'm sure it did, he wouldn't just sit there and let the plane sink without putting up a fight."

"Alright, so say Puckerman did escape," Blaine responded, looking at his boyfriend. "What about Rachel?"

"He wouldn't just leave her behind. You've never seen the way Puck looks at Rachel. It's almost a protective look. But it's intense. Possessive, even. He wouldn't let her die. Even if she was unconscious, he would have gotten her out of there, I know it."

"So, you think they're still alive?"

"I can almost guarantee it. I don't care what the papers are saying—Puck and Rachel are still alive."

"Kurt," Blaine sighed. "I love you, but you're crazy. There's no way they're still alive. Even if they did survive the crash, it's been a month. No one's found them yet."

"They haven't found the plane either."

"That's because it's on the bottom of the ocean! It took them like, sixty years or something to find the Titanic wreck."

"Seventy-three, actually," Blaine corrected under his breath.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, whatever. The point remains that they could find it."

"That still doesn't explain how Puck and Rachel could have survived all this time. And don't say they're on some uncharted island in the middle of the ocean. Remember, this is real life, Kurt. Not TV. Just because those people survived on Lostand Gilligan's Islanddoesn't mean it would happen in reality."

"And how would you know that? I'm just trying to be optimistic. It's like you want them to be dead or something," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine's expression softened. "Of course that's not what I want. I just want to be realistic. And the truth is, Puck and Rachel are probably dead on the bottom of the ocean, and no one's ever going to find their bodies."

After their little make out session in the lake, Rachel seemed to keep her distance from Puck. He was beyond confused. Puck had assumed that after that, they'd be making out every night and he'd give her a romantic night before finally seeing what was under those innocent panties.

Instead, Rachel constructed a second mat for their hut. No more sleeping in each other's arms. She also refused to get in the water if he was in, making him wait in the trees while she bathed.

Puck didn't understand. Had he done something wrong? He thought everything was going right. He was being charming, charismatic, plus he was the only guy here, so what were her other options? Hook up with a monkey or something fucked up like that? Even Rachel wasn't that much of a freak…was she?

While Puck used the next few weeks to wonder what the fuck he did wrong, Rachel used that time to drive the thoughts of Noah Pucker man out of her brain. Or, at least attempt to drive them out.

The problem was, she couldn't get him out of her mind. Not when he was with her every hour of every day. It had been that way all month. Wherever Rachel was, Puck was. They explored the jungle together. They ate together. They slept in the same hut, though thankfully they had their own mats now.

That kiss in the lake had been a moment of weakness she wasn't going to let happen again. She was Rachel Berry. She wasn't going to let womanizer Noah Puckerman talk her out of her panties for a quick fuck on the beach. She just wasn't that kind of girl.

She still couldn't believe she'd let things get that way. She'd almost had sex with him. She, Rachel Berry, had almost slept with him, Noah Puckerman. She was destined for great things. She'd end up in New York starring in Wicked or Rent. Noah would be stuck in Lima working as a mechanic at the gas station.

They were too different. There was no way they would ever work, even if was just the two of them on this island. They'd get rescued, and life would return to normal. Rachel would be the star of Glee Club, and Puck would go back to being a bully. That's how it always was.

After all, they'd been together before. Twice. Nothing had ever come out of it. Why would this time be any different?

It wasn't like Puck hadn't tried to get her to start up a relationship. He'd tried romancing her. First he brought her flowers, which she found out she was allergic to. He caught her a fish, then she reminded him she was a vegan. He made a picnic for her, then it rained and they spent the entire day in their hut.

It had been disaster after disaster, and Rachel decided it was better for them to just pretend nothing had ever happened. She'd go back to Finn, they'd get married and live happily ever after.

But was that really what she wanted?

If Rachel was being honest with herself, the answer was no. She didn't want that. What she really wanted was the guy who was currently sitting by the fire pit, starting up a fire to cook some fish for him to eat for dinner that night.

But Rachel couldn't really want Puck. Sure he was fun, but they couldn't date. There were so many other guys out there.

Correction. There were a lot of other guys out there. Now, there was just Puck. No Finn. No Artie. Not even Mike Chang. Just Puck.

That realization hit Rachel hard. She had to face it. There was no one left now except Puck. The fact was they were probably never going to get off this island. There was no one else here except Puck. It wasn't like they hadn't looked—they'd just found palm trees and a few animals. No people. No civilization. No nothing.

"I don't believe it," Puck muttered. Rachel pulled herself from her thoughts and stared at him. "I don't fucking believe it!" he shouted, jumping up from where he was sitting.

Rachel sighed. She was in no mood for Puck's stupid games. "What don't you believe, Puckerman?" she asked. After that day, they'd gone back to calling each other Berry or Puckerman. Sometimes she called him Noah, but he never called her Rachel.

"Look," he said, running over to the water. Rachel looked to where he was headed, but she didn't see anything. Then again, his massive body was blocking everything.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I can't see anything. It's getting dark, and you're blocking everything," she complained. Puck let out a laugh before picking something up and walking back over to Rachel. She saw him swinging something in his hands, which immediately piqued her interest.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing.

Puck ignored her, setting the case down in the sand a few feet from her, opening it up. He grabbed something and shoved it into his pocket, looking at the rest of the case. Rachel walked over and looked in before looking shocked.

"Is that a guitar?" she asked breathlessly.

Puck grinned, nodding his head. "Yes, it is. Someone on the plane must have had it."

"And it floated over here? Do you think more of the suitcases will come here? I mean, I'm not complaining, but I wouldn't mind wearing actually clothes instead of a skirt and bandeau made from leaves," she said, looking down at her outfit.

Rachel was still impressed with herself that she'd managed to make a few outfits from things on the island. She'd pulled off strands of bark from the trees and made it into thread, stitching the large leaves from the various trees on the island into skirts and bandeau tops for her.

Puck shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. All I know is we have a guitar now."

Rachel gave Puck a look of disdain. "How is a guitar going to help us? We're stranded on an island. I'm pretty sure campfire songs aren't going to help us get rescued."

"No, but they could help our spirits. Face it, Rachel. We've been on this island for almost a month now, and we haven't seen one plane or boat or anything. You've barely spoken to me since me made out in the lake. Face it, we could use something to cheer us up. Besides, I bet you miss singing," he teased her.

Rachel bit her lip. As much as she didn't want to go along with Puck's stupid idea, she did miss singing. She was Rachel Berry. She lived for performing.

"Well, I supposed we could play one song," she finally said.

Puck was ecstatic. "That's the Rachel Berry I know!" he laughed, picking up the guitar, sliding the strap around his shoulders, tuning it carefully. "So what crappy pop song am I giving you the background music to?" he teased.

Rachel rolled her eyes at him. "Just because I'm a girl and in glee club doesn't mean I don't listen to actual music," she said, making a face. "Can you play O.A.R.?" she asked.

Puck looked at her, a little stunned. "Yeah, of course. What song?"

"Love and Memories," she replied, standing up and moving next to him. (If you've never heard the song, go on youtube and listen to it. It's amazing.)

Puck started strumming the guitar, and Rachel started singing.

Puck grinned as she sang. He'd missed her voice. As annoying as she could be at times, she really had an incredible voice. And she just looked so happy when she was singing. Puck, knowing the song, joined in at the chorus.

Rachel started swiveling her hips to the music, getting lost in the sing. That happened a lot when she performed. She just got consumed in the music, not remembering there were people watching her.

Puck smiled as he watched her dancing and singing. She really was beautiful, even if she didn't think it about herself. He just wished she'd give him a chance to prove himself to her. He could be as good a boyfriend as Finn. No, he'd be better. He'd never dump Rachel. Not ever.

Rachel started laughing as she sang. She hadn't had this much fun in awhile, not even in glee club. There, she was singing because she had to. Now, she was singing because she wanted to.

Rachel finished the song, looking at Puck, her cheeks a little pink but a huge smile on her face. Puck was grinning as well. She threw her arms around Puck, pulling him into a hug. Puck felt the urge to kiss her, but he stopped himself. If she wanted him to kiss her, she would have told him.

Rachel pulled back after a moment, looking at Puck. What was wrong with him? She was practically giving him the go-ahead to make a move. She'd just sung a song with him and threw her arms around him, and he stood there like an idiot.

"Um, I'm going to go to bed now then," she said quietly, giving him a small smile before retreating to their hut.

Puck blinked before it hit him. He was an idiot. Really, he was. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him. And he hadn't made a move. He was just as bad as a virgin prom date.

Puck sighed, sinking down onto the log and thinking. Rachel wanted him, which was painfully obvious now. But for some reason, she didn't want to want him. Maybe because he was an idiot? Or because of his past actions? Or because she deserved better than him?

Well, she did deserve better than him. Puck was a screw up. Rachel was a star. But, for some reason, he knew they belonged together. Rachel deserved epic romance, not him groping her on the beach. She deserved him putting it all on the line for her.

And that's exactly what he would do.

Meh. This chapter kinda sucks. Sorry :/