Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor anything to do with it. I just like to play with the storyline.
After driving Rachel home, Sam texted Puck to see if he was available to talk.
Sam: Dude, you home?
Puck: Yep.
Sam drove to Puck's house, his palms sweating against the steering wheel. He was nervous. He hoped Puck didn't try and kick his ass or something worse. He pulled up in front of the Puckerman household, shifting his truck into park and making his way to the front door to knock.
After a minute, the door was forcibly pulled open to reveal a slightly irate Noah Puckerman.
"The fuck Evans? What do you want? He asked, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive stance.
Sam took a step back, hold his hands up. "I think we should talk man. Rachel… Well she told me." He looked at the mohawked teen and saw a glint of sadness in his eyes before it was quickly replaced by anger.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking 'bout. Now leave before I beat the shit outta you Evans. You're overly large lady lips are pissing me off." He went to close the door but Sam stopped him. Puck growled, ready to punch in Sam's face but Sam blocked him.
"Puck, she told me about the baby," he whispered the last but out. Puck's face took on a murderous glare before pulling Sam into the house and slamming the door behind him. He stood glaring at the blonde boy.
Sam fidgeted under the harsh glare. The look that Puck was currently giving suggested he get a move on with the story.
"Look, we were talking and she looked so upset, so I asked. She broke down man. She hates that you're so upset with her. It's crushing her. After a while she told me how you two became close. She… please don't kill me or make her feel worse… she told me you told her you love her. If I had known that man… I'd have backed off. The shit you two have been through…" he trailed off. He needed Puck to answer him before he had a stroke from all the nervousness he was feeling.
"Sit the fuck down and shut up." He growled out at Sam. He was pissed. Not that Sam knew the story, but that he knew of his feelings for Rachel. All he wanted was for her to be happy, especially after what she went through. "Dude, just… Listen and don't fucking talk alright?" He waited for Sam's nod before continuing. "Rachel is an amazing person, we both agree on that. We both want her to be happy and screw it all but she is happy with you, whatever you two are to each other. I don't talk about feelings because of this shit. Fuck!" he nervously ran his hand over his Mohawk a few times before sitting down across from Sam. "I will do anything for Rachel. I mean it. She is the only constant good thing in my life. I hardly get to see Beth and then Rachel being well, Rachel… She is just totally fucking awesome. I know a lot of people can't stand her because of her drive to become a star but that's just her. All those losers are jealous because they know she will make it and they won't. They're going to be the Lima Losers. Her and I use to put on a front in Glee and school so nobody would know how close we really were. Not being able to talk with her now is killing me. But I can't handle seeing her. And right now I am fighting every instinct in me to not kick your ass for causing it." He took a few deep breaths and then sighed.
"When I found Rachel that night, it broke me. We were there for each other. Wheel she was in the ER I went to Hudson's and beat the ever living fuck outta him. If I didn't have a conscious I'd have killed Q for doing that to Rachel too. Anyway, when Rach recovered, we spent every day together, even the nights. Her dads were totally cool with us after they learned what I did to Needle Dick for what he did to their baby girl. Eventually our relationship changed and there you go. How could I not fall for her?" It was a rhetorical question, so Sam stayed quiet.
He wanted the best for Rachel. Puck being in her life made her happy, and he would do anything to see her smiling again.
"Puck man, she is just… I can't even say it without sounding like a total pussy but… She misses you. Please, not for me but for her. Talk to her. She needs you in her life. I'm not letting her go but she needs you, her best friend." He looked to the ground. He couldn't look at the mohawked boy without wanting to run away for fear of what he would do. He also was afraid if he looked at him, he would give up Rachel. Eventually he heard a long sigh followed by movement.
"Dude, I'm not going to kill you. I'd have done that already as soon as you knocked on the door. Calm your shit," Puck chuckled. It was forced, but Sam did relax a little. "Now, we both have Rachel's best interests in mind. I'll back off with the feelings shit but she's still my Princess, always will be," he challenged Sam with a glare. "You go on, make her happy. The moment I see she is becoming unhappy, I'm kicking your sorry ass and being there for her. If you ever hurt her… So help me God I will kill you Evans!" Puck took a few deep breaths. "Fuck I sound like Rachel now," he muttered after he realized he had made a long speech to Sam.
They both were quiet for a few minutes, still thinking about what the other had said. Just as Sam was about to answer, his phone buzzed with a text.
Rach: Sammy, are you home?
He smiled before replying to her.
Sammy: Not yet, I had to stop somewhere. Is something wrong?
Rach: No, I was just going to call you to talk. Let me know when you get home please?
Sammy: Of course :)
Rach: xo :)
Sam put his phone away and looked at Puck. He could tell that the dark haired boy knew he was talking to Rachel.
"Look man, just talk to her. She needs you in her life and I won't get in the middle of that. You were there for her when she needed you the most. She's home right now, why don't you surprise her or something and go see her. Her dads are gone for the night," Sam suggested.
Puck contemplated what the blonde boy told him and then nodded.
"Yeah, I guess I will. Don't tell her I'm going there," he told him while standing up to go get his shoes on.
Sam nodded and walked to the door. "Sure man. See ya," he said before walking out of the house.
Sammy: I'm home but gotta make the brats some food. I'll let u know when I'm done.
He knew it would be a while before he got an answer since Puck was going there. He also trusted Puck to take care of Rachel, as well as not try anything with her knowing that Rachel was his.
A/N: I know this chapter probably sucks. I wrote most of it while at work and then just finished it now. Hope you enjoy it none the less. Next chapter we will see the talk between Noah and Rachel.