AN: Okay, I know I fucked up Rachel's dads' names in the first chapter, but I'm switching them to the right names here.

Also, to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story over the past few days, thank you so much. I didn't realize everyone liked this story so much. It was just a silly idea I had one day

Rachel walked into her house at 7:13 in the evening. At 8:02, the house phone rang. Rachel's dad went to answer it, but she sprinted into the kitchen, grabbing it before her father could.

"Hello?" she asked, placing the phone next to her ear.

"Baby," Puck breathed. Rachel could see him smiling on his end, wishing he was there with her.

"Hi," she said with a huge smile on her face. The one Mr. Berry looked at his daughter, giving her a suspicious look. Rachel had barely been in the house and already she was on the phone with someone. "You're home?" she asked, walking out of the kitchen and heading up the stairs without a glance back at her father, giggling.

Hiram walked into the living room, taking a seat next to Leroy on the couch. "I'm worried about Rachel," he said while Leroy was watching CNN, their whole broadcast being about Rachel and Noah's return.

"Worried?" he asked. "Why are you worried? I think she's adjusting rather well. I mean, she's not walking around depressed. She'd on the phone with a friend. It's nice to see she's able to connect with her friends after being gone so long."

"I think it's that boy," Hiram muttered.

"Which boy?" Leroy asked.

"Finn. You know, the one she was dating before she disappeared."

"Oh would you relax? He's harmless."

"Yes, but he's a teenage boy! He—" But Leroy never got to hear exactly what being a teenage boy meant because at that moment, the doorbell rang. "Who's that?" he asked, rising to his feet.

"I don't know. Why don't you open the door and see instead of letting your imagination run wild?" Leroy laughed.

Hiram pulled the door open, seeing Finn Hudson standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Oh, hi Mr. Berry," he greeted. "Is Rachel here?"

"Finn?" Leroy asked, coming over to the door. "I thought you were on the phone with Rachel?" he asked.

Finn looked at him confused. "No sir, I was out buying these for her. I didn't really get a chance to talk to her after she got back."

"She's up in her room. Why don't I bring you up there?" he suggested, heading up the stairs without waiting for an answer from his daughter's boyfriend.

Rachel was sprawled out on her bed, laughing as she talked with Puck. "It's weird being here without you. I miss you already," she murmured.

"I miss you too, baby. I want to see you right now. Actually, I want to see you in my bed right now, preferably without any clothes on," he teased.

"Ah, there's the old Noah. I thought he'd disappeared completely," she joked, wishing he was there with her.

Puck sighed a little. "I need to see you. I can't sleep without you here with me," he admitted.

"Come over here. Wait until my dads go to bed. I'll sneak you in and you can spend the night in my room," she promised.

Puck grinned. "That's a great idea. I'll be over at eleven," he said. "Rachel, I—"

"Shoot," Rachel interrupted. "That's my other line. I'll see you tonight," she promised before pressing the button, switching lines on the phone. "Hello?"

"Rachel?" came Kurt's familiar voice.

"Kurt?" Rachel asked. "Why are you calling?"

"I need to tell you something," he said quietly. "Finn's on his way over."

"Okay?" she asked, not sure what he was getting at.

"He wants to make sure you two are still together. He's going to tell you that he thought you were alive the whole time and never gave up hope. He's lying."

Rachel sighed, not wanting to listen to Kurt in rambling mode. "Kurt, I have no idea what you're talking about," she complained, lying back with her head on her pillow, staring up at the ceiling. It was weird looking at a light instead of the stars like she was used to.

"He was nailing Quinn two weeks after you were gone!" Kurt blurted out as there was a knock at the door.

Rachel froze. "Wh—what?" she stuttered.

"He didn't even grieve. As soon as you were gone, he and Quinn got back together and were hooking up every weekend. I would know—the walls in the house aren't that thin," he said as her father opened the door, Finn standing next to him. "Um, I have to go, Tina. I'll see you at school," she said.

"He's there?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah I missed you too. Bye," she said, hanging up the phone, looking over at Finn as her father left them alone, keeping the door open. She bit her lip, sitting up. "What are you doing here, Finn?" she asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I wanted to see you," he said, taking a seat beside her on her bed. "I missed you, Rachel," he said, reaching over to take her hand. Rachel pulled away from him, keeping her hands clenched in her lap. "What's wrong?" he asked, frowning.

"Is it true you got back together with Quinn two weeks after the plane crash?" she asked, looking right at him, daring him to lie.

Finn sighed, placing the flowers on the bed. "I thought you were dead, Rachel. You can't get mad at me for moving on."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," she muttered. "Besides, I can get mad when you were nailing her every night for Kurt to hear," she snapped. "Why did you come here if you have Quinn?"

"I…I love you, Rachel. I want you back. Please, babe," he said, leaning in to kiss her."

Rachel pushed him away, leaning back. "Finn, stop it. You just want to get back with me because you feel guilty for moving on so quickly. I don't care, Finn. It's been too long. We don't have anything in common anymore."

"We have glee club," he protested.

"Finn, just stop it. You don't know what I've been through; you don't understand what I'm feeling now."

"I would if you'd tell me," he pleaded. "Rachel, you can tell me. Please, I want to know."

Rachel shook her head. "No, Finn. I don't want to tell you. I don't want to be with you. I think you should leave," she said, looking away from him.

Finn sighed, looking at her. "I loved you, Rachel. I always did, no matter what happened with Quinn. And I'm sorry I fucked everything up." He stood up, picking the flowers up. "I'll see you around, Rachel," he said quietly, leaving a moment later.

Rachel watched him walk out, not feeling anything. She didn't feel heartbroken or upset. She lay back on her bed, unsure why she wasn't upset. Before the crash, all she wanted was Finn. But then Noah made her forget all about him, made her only think about him and how amazing he made her feel.

Rachel heard a light tapping coming from her window and looked up, gasping as she saw Noah outside, standing on the lattice and peering into her room.

"Noah!" she hissed, running over and pulling the window open, watching him stumble inside. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "My dads are downstairs. If they catch you…"

"They're not going to catch me," he promised, dusting his jacket off. Rachel looked him over. It was weird seeing him in actual clothes instead of torn up shorts and a tattered old tee shirt like she was used to seeing him in on the island. "Besides, I had to see you," he said, kissing her cheek softly.

Rachel smiled, her face heating up. "I told you I'd meet you outside tonight," she murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I couldn't wait that long. I had to see you now," he whispered into her ear, his hands tracing up and down her back slowly.

Rachel let out a content sigh, resting her head against his chest, his strong arms enveloping her in a tight hug. She looked up at him for a moment before standing on her toes and pressing her lips to his.

Puck smiled against her lips, kissing her back for a moment before pulling away. "What was Finn doing here?" he asked.

Rachel looked at him with a confused expression. "You saw him?" she asked.

"No, I saw his car parked outside when I was climbing up to your window. Did he come to see you?" he asked.

Rachel nodded her head. "Yeah, he did. I don't even know why he came over here. He was going on about how he loved me and wanted to be with me, but K—someone told me he was banging Quinn two weeks after we disappeared. And when I asked him about it, he didn't even try to deny it." She shook her head. "How could I have ever been so stupid to think I was in love with him?" she asked.

Puck smiled a little, glad to know she wasn't even considering getting back together with him, though he had some choice words for Finn for putting the moves on his girl.

Wait.

Shit.

Finn didn't know she was his girl. No one did. Except possibly Kurt. After all, why else would Kurt have called him to tell him Finn was driving over to Rachel's house to try and win her back?

"Who told you about him and Quinn?" he asked curiously, taking her hand and pulled her over to her bed, patting his lap for her to sit.

Rachel took a seat on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. "A friend," she said vaguely.

"Kurt?" he asked.

Rachel smiled a little. "How did you know?" she asked with a laugh.

"Because he called me to tell me Finn was headed over here to put the moves on you. That's why I couldn't wait for your dads to go to bed," he said. "I broke every speed limit on the way here, but I was determined not to let anyone touch my girl except me," he teased which caused Rachel to blush again. "I love it when you blush, baby," Puck complimented, dragging a finger over her red cheek.

Rachel smiled, nuzzling her face into his neck. "My dads are making me go to the hospital tomorrow," she said after a moment. "They said I lost too much weight and I look sick so they want someone to look at me. They already said they're going to make me stay overnight," she protested.

Puck frowned. "Well I can't have my lady spending the night in the hospital all alone. I'll sneak in to see you," he promised.

Rachel laughed a little and shook her head. "No, what if someone comes by and they see you there with me?"

"They'll just think I'm a concerned friend. After all, we spent four months together. People probably think we're best friends now," he laughed.

"How wrong they are. Don't they know I hate you?" she teased.

Puck feigned a look of hurt. "Why baby, you're breaking my heart," he joked, clutching his chest dramatically.

Rachel laughed, tackling him onto her bed, sitting on top of his chest. "Shh, my dads, remember?" she whispered, kissing his cheek. "I don't want them coming up here to investigate what's going on," she giggled.

Puck nodded his head. "Excellent point," he muttered, his hands running up and down her sides. "Maybe when you're at the hospital you could ask them to put you on birth control too," he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

Rachel flushed at that. "Is that all you ever think about? Sex?" she asked, though her tone was amused.

"Of course not. All I ever think about is sex with you," he teased, rolling her onto her back, him hovering above her. Puck began kissing up her neck softly, Rachel lying very still and remaining very quiet. His hand began inching up her dress. Her calf, then her thigh. He was up to the elastic of her panties when—

"Rachel?" came a knock at her door.

Rachel sat straight up in bed. "Quick, go hide!" she hissed, pushing him off her bed. Puck looked around her room, pulling her closet door open, climbing in, and shutting it just before her father opened the door. "Hi dad," she said nervously, hoping he didn't pick up on it.

If he did, he must have attributed it to adjusting to normal life again. "Hi angel," he said, walking in and looking around her room. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, Daddy. Everything's fine," she said, desperate to get him out of her room before he found Puck in her closet.

"Everything okay with Finn? He didn't look to happy when he walked out of here," he said, taking a seat on his daughter's bed.

"Yes," she said quickly, earning a look from her father. "I mean, as okay as it can be. He wanted everything to go back to normal, and I just can't do that. Not with everything I've been through."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think you'd understand. Neither you nor Daddy would," she said. She bit her look at the crestfallen look on her father's face. "But as soon as I do, you'll be the first one I come to," she promised, kissing his cheek.

That seemed to be all Leroy Berry needed to hear. "Okay. Well, your father and I are going to bed. Get to bed. We'll bring you over to Lima General Hospital in the morning," he said, patting his daughter's back before leaving her room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as her bedroom door closed, her closet door opened, Puck falling back onto her bed. "Do your dads make it a regular thing to check in on you?" he mumbled into her pillow.

"No, just when I've come back from an unscheduled four-month trip to a tropical island," she joked, sitting on the edge of her bed, rubbing his back lightly. "You're safe now. They won't come back until the morning, I promise," she said.

"This smells like you," he said into her pillow, not even bothering to look up.

Rachel laughed quietly. "Is that so? I haven't slept in it for four months and it still smells like me?" she teased, standing up and walking over to her dresser, pulling out her pajamas. "Are you spending the night or just staying here until I fall asleep?" she asked.

Puck turned his head towards her, watching as she undressed. He leaned back, enjoying the view. "I think I'll stay here unless you're opposed to it," he teased.

"Oh, I'm totally opposed to it," she teased. "I mean, it was one thing on the island, but staying in my room?" She shook her head. "No way, I draw the line there," she laughed, letting her nightgown fall over her body before climbing into bed with Puck.

He kicked off his shoes, pulling the covers down and over both of their bodies. "Hey Rachel?" he asked.

"Yes, Noah?"

"Do I have to ask you to be my girlfriend again now that we're off the island?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Good night, Noah," she said, kissing him once before turning out the light.

xxxxx

Rachel woke up the next morning to an empty bed, though her one pillow smelled like Noah did. She smiled, rolling over and burying her face in it, missing him already.

Her fathers were already up, making breakfast when she walked into the kitchen. They forced some food down her throat before all three Berry's got into the car. Hiram pulled the car out of the driveway and headed towards the hospital.

Rachel leaned back, tuning out her fathers' chatter as she looked out the window. She saw a school bus drive past and wondered when she was going to return to school. She'd missed finals from last year and a month from this year—was she even going to be a senior or would she have to repeat junior year?

"What do you think, Rachel?" she heard her father ask.

"What?" Rachel said, looking up.

"I said we should have a party. You know, a celebration that you're home. You can invite that Noah kid and his family too. What do you think?"

"Yeah, whatever," she mumbled, not really caring. "That sounds great."

They pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, Leroy getting out of the car and leading Rachel in while Hiram parked. After a ten minute wait, they were led to an examination room. Rachel's fathers waited outside while a doctor examined her, not saying much. He noted a few healing scratches on her back, Rachel blushing as he asked about them.

"They're from a tree," she said. That was the truth, after all. She just didn't feel like going into how she got them from the tree. The doctor seemed to take her explanation and finished his exam before inviting her fathers back in.

"Well, your daughter is very thin and very dehydrated. I want to admit her for a few days to give her some fluids and extra nutrition. We'll also do some cultures, see if she picked up anything from the island she was on," he said.

Leroy and Hiram nodded their heads, walking with Rachel up to the room she was going to be staying in.

Rachel changed into the hospital gown and laid in bed, not even flinching as the nurse inserted two separate IVs. She was hooked up to fluids and some kind of nutrition bag.

Her fathers stayed with her for a while before Rachel all but kicked them out, telling them they could come see her tomorrow. They nodded, kissing her forehead goodbye.

As soon as they were gone, Rachel picked up the phone and called Puck. It was just past dinnertime, so she hoped he was home.

"Hello?"

"Baby?" she asked.

Rachel could practical hear him smile on the other end. "Hey. Are you at the hospital?" he asked.

"Yeah, they're keeping me for a few days. I'm lonely," she pouted.

"On my way."

The line went dead as he hung up the phone. Rachel looked down at the tray of food in front of her, half of it eaten. She couldn't even finish it all. She was so used to having nothing to eat that her stomach couldn't take so much food at once.

Rachel flipped on the TV, seeing her picture. She frowned, listening as the host of the show was discussing her. She flipped to the next channel.

"…no one really knows what went on during those four months except—"

Change.

"…sources close to Miss Berry say she just broke up with her long term boyfriend after arriving back in Ohio—"

Jesus, how did they even know that?

"…are now working on a script for a movie based on the miraculous discovery of the two Lima teens—"

It wasn't just the local news channels talking about them. The whole country was obsessed with her, Puck, and their survival. Overnight she had gone from an unknown high school student to a survivor of a horrific plane crash.

"Baby?"

Rachel looked up, smiling as she saw Puck. "Hey," she breathed, turning the TV off. Puck walked into her room, taking a seat beside her. He took her hand, being careful not to touch the IV in it.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like I have needles in my arms," she joked, lacing their fingers together. "Did you go to school today?" she asked.

Puck shook his head. "No, Ms. Pillsbury called the house and said she wanted to meet with me next week or something. Did she call you?"

Rachel shrugged her shoulders. "I've been here all day. She probably called my dads and told them," she said.

Puck nodded his head, sitting there with Rachel. They talked for a bit, they watched some TV, listening to the stories about them, he sat back and acted bored as the nurse gave Rachel her medication. At around 11, Rachel started getting sleepy. Puck crawled into the small hospital bed with her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Good night, baby," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. He didn't know why, but he knew he couldn't sleep without her.

Puck and Rachel fell asleep quickly. They were so exhausted from the day that they didn't even wake up when the photographer snuck in and snapped a picture of them sleeping together in the bed.