A/N:I think you all should know a few things. First, I hate Quinn with this burning passion. I know, I know. She's a fictional character. I just can't help it x]. Second, Sometimes I can dip into the Finn/Rachel side but what can I say? If Finn wasn't so greedy and dating Quinn, they'd be perfect. Third, my best friend now loves glee all because of me. : D Oh and chapters will be kind of short. Mostly because I can't think of much. I have my ideas and thats it. I'd rather you not hear me ramble because its not pretty. x]

Some of you mentioned a typo or two, and I would fix it but then I'd have to delete the chapters and repost them and that would just be alot of work for something so small. x]

Ok rambling done. Que chapter beginning…now:

Rachel awoke to her alarm clock going off. She hit the snooze button and got out of bed, hitting the play button on her ipod. She smiled, walking into the bathroom as Somewhere from West Side Story played. She brushed her teeth, and brushed her long silky hair as the tune played. She just started to get dressed when it ended. Without Love erupted from the speakers when the other tune faded away. Rachel didn't like this one nearly as much as the other, but she did enjoy listening to it. She dressed into her usual ensemble. A short skirt, knee high socks, the white top. It was much like a routine to her. After she finished with that she grabbed her bag and practically skipped down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen and set her bag on the island. She looked inside, making sure she'd brought the extra clothes. It was inevitable that someone would throw a slushie at her today. It would most likely be Noah Puckerman. Same as always. She didn't care much anymore.

With anyone else, it pained her. The fact that some stranger would just douse her in some wet sticky substance was unbearable. With Noah Puckerman, it was normal. He thought so little of her and yet she didn't care. It had happened so many times now that every morning she just waited.

She looked around her kitchen, still lost in her thoughts. She made herself some breakfast before she left for school. It was the most important meal of the day after all. She did need to be healthy too. She had to be. Only healthy people became famous, and she needed to become famous. Otherwise she feared she'd be stuck in Lima forever. And she did not want that.

As she rinsed her plate off and set it in the sink, her mind floated to two weeks before. Her and puck had been dating…sort of, for a short amount of time. She remembered him being slushied and her helping him get it out of his Mohawk. She almost laughed at the thought of what he'd told her. "I'm really sorry for ever doing this to you" He'd apologized. She'd, of course, forgiven him. She was never really one to hold a grudge. He'd then told her "No it isn't. No one deserves this feeling." Then after they broke up-would that even be a correct term?- he'd started throwing slushies at her again, as if the whole encounter never happened. She grabbed his jacket, holding it in her hands. She didn't dare put it on- she knew it would look bad if she were wearing it. Everyone would think they were 'dating.' Because that would be so horrible She thought.

His words echoed in her head as she walked to school.

"We weren't friends before."

At the time it had stung. A lot. She'd liked Noah. Not in a Finn Hudson kind of way, but in a 'I think I could really get used to this' kind of way.

"Well that's over now" She told herself, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. As she neared the school, she examined the practically empty parking lot. She did this every morning, just scanning the premises. She double checked to make sure that none of the Neanderthal jocks came to school early. That would always mean she'd get a slushie facial first thing. Of course she didn't really enjoy getting a slushie in her face at all, she enjoyed having some free time in the morning before she was doused.

She strut into the school, holding her head high proudly. She advanced to her locker, and grabbed the books she would need in the morning. She then made her way to the music room and sit herself in front of the piano, playing one of the tunes that came easily to her.

Clear my head
From all the cluttered things
I should've said
That wasn't me
No I can't live like that
I'm waking up and there is no
Looking back

Every little tear
I was scared to cry
Everyting I feared
But I kept inside
I don't wanna hold
It back one more day
Oh wash it away
Every tiny thought clouding
Up my head
Every single word that
I never said
I refuse to feel ashamed
Let it rain

Rachel took a deep breath as she finished the chorus and stood from the piano. She looked up at the door, startled at what she saw.

"Oh, hello Noah. I didn't see you come in. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been standing there" She inquired. Puck shrugged "Long enough." Rachel eyed the cup in his hands, and squinted her eyes shut. She waited for him to do it- to throw the cold liquid in her face. When it didn't come her eyes snapped open. Puck was now standing in front of her, the drink still in his hands."I got this for you. It's a trade, I guess. You give me my jacket, you get this slushie" He said, a smile set on his face. It was one of those unique smiles he rarely gave anyone. "I…don't understand" She said slowly. His smile disappeared, replaced by a scowl.

"Well if you don't want it," He started, removing the cap. "Please don't" Rachel interjected. Her heart rate sped up. She really didn't want to be slushied when it wasn't his original plan. She didn't understand though. He wasn't going to slushie her.

"Chill. I'm not going to do it" He said, apathetically. Rachel let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and nodded. "I appreciate it, thank you. Not that it would have made much of a difference to me. I have become completely unbroken by the slushie throwing" She said, mostly trying to convince herself.

"Why do you try to act so invulnerable all the time?" Puck asked, annoyed by her utter lack of emotions.

"I have to say I'm surprised you know what invulnerable even means" She said instead of answering.

"Just answer the question, Berry" Puck growled. Rachel's face fell, and drained of color "Because I no longer care." "I can see right through you, you know" He said, with imprudence.

Rachel sighed "If your going to give me some long speech, much like I would, then I'd rather you throw that drink in my face and leave." Puck smirked again, and handed her the drink. "I know that having people throw these slushies in your face kills you. You hate it, and you just have too much pride to admit that. But let me tell you Berry, your act only works on an audience."

Rachel looked away, not wanting to see his penetrating gaze. As much as she hated to admit it, Puck was right. Then she remembered it was way too early for Puck to be in school.

"What are you doing here so early" She asked, looking at him expectantly. "I-uh-I just came to get my jacket" Puck smirked at his fabrication. "Oh" Rachel smiled, setting the slushie down. She grabbed his letterman jacket from on top of her bag. "Thank you for letting me borrow it. It was very benign of you to make sure I took it."

"Uh-yeah-whatever" Puck said, grabbing the jacket from her. He pulled it on, and inhaled. It smelled like her. Strawberries with a hint of Peppermint. "Well I'm never washing this again" He thought to himself.

"So, do you want to, uh, help me with my music. I guess" Puck rambled. Rachel smiled widely and nodded "Sure. You have a good voice, but you get a little pitchy. I think with some help, you can be amazing."

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing" Puck said, eyeing her legs. Her long, exposed legs. Rachel Berry was going to drive him insane, in every way possible. "I'm sorry, what" Rachel asked, confusion taking her over. Puck shook his head, sitting down "Nothing at all, Berry."

"Rachel" She snapped. "Whatever Berry" Puck taunted.

Rachel groaned, and sat in front of the piano. Her fingers moved across the keys, as she played a melody she knew Puck would know. Puck smirked, and leaned back in his chair as their 'lesson' began.

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Rachel walked down the hallway with Puck, talking animatedly. "Well I think we made some amazing progress. You already sound better. I, for one, cannot wait until you can hit every note." Puck looked off in the distance, not listening "Yeah. Sure."

"Noah, are you listening to me" Rachel asked, annoyed. She was too into her annoyance to notice one of the guys on the baseball team headed at them with a cup in hand. He threw the strawberry slushie straight at Rachel, leaving her dumbstruck. Puck's mouth was wide open, and anger took over him. First, no one ever slushied Rachel if he didn't do it first! Second, he at least had the decency to get a grape one to throw at her. She liked that flavor.

He was about to charge after the jack ass when he looked at Rachel. There it was. There was the vulnerable girl he knew was inside of her.

He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the closest bathroom.

Damn it I actually care.