It was three hours into the party, and Rachel was completely drunk. She was dancing energetically to the music, spilling her cup of beer on her as she did so.

Puck stood off to the back watching, amused by the entire scene playing in front of his eyes. He'd never really seen Rachel drunk before. Apparently, she was a lot of fun.

Rachel spun around to the music, losing her balance and fell back into Mercedes. Puck took a step forward to help her, but relaxed when Mercedes laughed and helped her back up. Rachel took her hands, starting to dance with her instead.

"Your girlfriend seems to be having fun," Kurt said, walking up next to him and putting an arm around her shoulders. "She seems happier. Happier than before you two disappeared, I mean."

Puck nodded his head, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup as he continued watching Rachel. "I like to think she is, and I like thinking I'm bringing her that happiness. But what do I know?" he chuckled.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Trust me, Puck. You are the entire reason Rachel Berry is finally acting like a normal person," he teased. "And this is the gay best friend talk where I warn you about spraying hair spray in your eyes if you ever break her heart and fuck up her life."

Puck laughed quietly. "Don't worry, I have no plans to do that to her. I care about her."

"Do you love her?" Kurt asked.

"She knows I do."

"Do you just think she knows or did you actually tell her?"

"Shit Kurt, do we really need to talk about my love life right now? I'm not exactly in a sober state of mind."

"Just tell me you told her you love her."

"I told her, alright? I told her once on the island. So she knows I love her. Is the interrogation about my intentions towards Rachel over yet?"

"For now," Kurt joked, disappearing into the crowd, searching for Blaine, who was very drunk and dancing like a mad person.

The song changed, and Puck heard Rachel start shrieking. She ran—well, more stumbled—over to him and grabbed his shirt. "Baby, this is my favorite song! Come dance," she said, pulling him with her back to the dance area.

Puck laughed a little, wrapping an arm around her to hold her up while she danced against him, singing the lyrics at the top of her lungs.

It seemed alcohol didn't affect her voice. Even completely wasted, Rachel had a voice like an angel.

Puck grabbed her cup out of her hands as she danced, preventing her from spilling even more of it on herself or him. Kurt and Blaine were next to them, dancing and singing as wildly as Rachel.

Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck, dancing close to him as she kept singing.

That's what I like about you,
That's what I like about you

Puck smiled at her, kissing her lightly on the lips, his hands gripping her waist tightly. Kurt sashayed closer to them, leaning over towards Puck. "She needs to go home before she pukes all over the floors and Dad makes me clean it up. These hands are not meant for manual labor," he said dramatically.

Puck made a face. "But we're having so much fun!"

"I'm kicking you out, Puckerman. Take your drunken girlfriend home. And don't you dare try and get into her pants tonight!" he added loudly, causing everyone to look at them.

"Thanks, Kurt," Puck muttered, slipping an arm around Rachel's waist. "Come on, baby. I'll take you home," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Do we have to leave?" Rachel whined. "I'm having fun."

"Your gay best friend is kicking us out. Besides, I want your dads to think I'm an okay guy by getting you home before your curfew, even if you are a hot mess," he teased, waving to everyone before leading Rachel out of the house and down the front steps. He helped her into his car before climbing into the driver's seat, pulling away from Kurt's house.

xxxxx

Rachel yawned, sitting up in her bed, the sunlight shining on her face. Her head was kissing her, her throat was scratchy, and she could barely remember what had happened the night before.

She looked next to her, seeing Noah asleep in her bed. She looked around, making sure it was her room before hitting him in the shoulder. "Noah, wake up!" she hissed, not wanting to wake her dads and have them find Noah asleep in her bed.

"Let me sleep. It's Saturday," he mumbled, swatting her hand away.

"Yes, well you're asleep in my bed on Saturday!" she whispered.

"I know," he replied smugly, not bothering to open his eyes. "I love your bed," he added. "It's very comfortable."

"Yes, well my dads won't care how comfortable you think it is if they catch you in here."

"They're not home," he reassured her. "They went out half an hour ago for breakfast and said they'd be back around noon."

"Wait…you saw my dads this morning?" Rachel asked, completely confused at this point.

"Well yeah. They came into the guest room, said they were heading out, and I was free to make myself at home. And they thanked me for getting you home safe last night. Baby, I really need to teach you how to handle your alcohol," he teased, kissing her forehead.

"but why were they even okay with you being here?" she asked, leaning up in bed.

"Well, you passed out in the car last night, so I had to carry you in. They saw me, said they didn't want me driving home that late after I'd been drinking, and said I could stay the night in the guest room. So I did," he said, running his hand up and down her arm.

Rachel groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Great, so my dads saw me drunk last night."

"No, I told them you hadn't had anything to drink but you were so tired, you fell asleep in the car. I think they bought it," he claimed.

Rachel gave him a suspicious look, but Puck feigned innocence, kissing her forehead. "So, what's the plan for today, beautiful girlfriend of mine?" he asked, trying to distract her.

"Just because you call me beautiful doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you for parading me in front of my dads when I was passed out drunk," she grumbled, though there was a smile on her face. "We could stay in. I'll make us breakfast and we can watch cheesy movies all day," she suggested.

Puck nodded his head. Sounds like a great idea, baby. I'll have to—" Puck was cut off by Rachel's phone vibrating and ringing on her bedside table.

She picked it up, looking at the caller. "It's Kurt. Did you leave your wallet at his house or something?" she asked before flipping her phone open and answering it. "Hello?"

"Rachel? It's Kurt."

"Yeah, I know," she said, combing her hair out of her eyes. "What's wrong? Did Noah leave something at your house last night?"

"No no, that's not why I'm calling. Have you turned on the TV today yet?" he asked, sounding slightly panicked.

"No, we just woke up. Why, what is it? What's going on?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"Wait, Puck's there with you?"

"Yeah, my dads let him stay in the guest room last night. He's sitting here next to me right now. Kurt, what's going on?" Rachel demanded.

"Just go downstairs and turn on any kind of news channel. You need to see what they're talking about. Both of you do," he said vaguely before hanging up. Rachel closed her phone before looking at Puck. "He said we need to turn on the TV."

Puck helped Rachel out of bed, taking her hand and headed downstairs with her. They took a seat on the couch in the living room, flipping the TV on.

Teenage Island Lovers?

That was the headline at the bottom of the screen. Rachel stared, her mouth wide open. How did they know…? A picture of Puck cuddled next to Rachel at the hospital in bed flashed across the screen and she froze.

Puck put an arm around her as they watched the host talking to one of their reporters.

"Natalie, tell us where you are."

"Thank you, Andrew. I'm here on the island where the two Lima teens reportedly spent the last four months after their plane crashed." She walked over to the hut where she and Puck had slept. Rachel felt herself stiffen as she ran her hand over the mat. This wasn't right. That was her and Puck's home. To have someone touch it like that felt…wrong.

"As you can see, the two teens slept in here. We've found scraps of clothing and this," she said, holding up one of the leaf tops Rachel had worn.

"What else did you find?" the host asked.

The reported called Natalie held up a ripped condom wrapper. Rachel sat there in shock, not hearing what she said about it.

The camera went back into the studio. "Well, this will certainly make Jesse St. James' movie about the island much more interesting," he chuckled. "Especially with Rachel Berry helping them with the script. "

Puck turned the TV off as both of them sat there in silence. Rachel was the first one to speak. "I feel like I was just violated. Are they allowed to just go there and do that?" she asked,

"I guess so," he said quietly. "It's not like we own that island." He was still thinking about how to bring up the fact that she was supposedly helping Jesse, her ex-boyfriend, with a movie about the worst moments of his life. "About Jesse…"

"It's nothing. He called yesterday and asked if I could help with the movie. My dads and I are going out to LA in a few weeks."

"So it's true," he muttered. "You're planning on telling your ex-boyfriend all about what happened without even asking me or doing me the decency of telling me yourself. Instead, I find out about it on some trashy news program," he muttered through clenched teeth.

"Baby…"

"Don't baby me!" he yelled, standing up. "How could you do this, Rachel? We agreed we'd keep this private, not let everyone into our lives. We agreed on that!"

"But Jesse wants me to star in the movie!" she pleaded, shrinking away from him.

Puck let out a bitter laugh. "So that's what this is about. You. It's always been about you, Rachel. You don't care about anyone but yourself. As long as Rachel Berry becomes famous, that's all that matters. Who cares what her loser boyfriend thinks!" he spat.

"Noah, I never said that—"

Puck held up a hand, cutting her off. "Spare me. I don't want to hear any more of your lies."

"I never lied!" Rachel claimed. "You never asked about it!"

"I never thought I had to! You lied by omission, Rachel. You should have told me as soon as Jesse called you about this. This isn't your decision! It's mine too!"

"You're just jealous that Jesse wants me to star as myself and he doesn't want you!" she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

Puck couldn't help it—he flung the television remote across the room. "You think that's what I care about?" he shouted. "You think I care about being in some movie? God Rachel, I thought you'd changed. You're the same selfish person as you were before. It doesn't matter how many people you hurt as long as Rachel fucking Berry gets what she wants. You know what? I'm done." He turned away from her, grabbing his keys off the counter.

"Where are you going?" Rachel yelled after him, grabbing his arm.

Puck pushed her off him, not caring if he was being an asshole right now. He was just so mad, he couldn't even look at her. "Away from you," he spat, his voice cold. "I can't even look at you right now, Rachel."

With that, he walked out of her house, slamming the door behind him. Rachel stayed sitting on the floor where she'd landed after he'd pushed her, sobbing. She was pretty sure she'd just fucked up things so badly that she'd lost the love of her life.

AN: Don't hate me for this chapter. Remember, this is a Puckleberry story :D