A/N: I apologize for this chapters shortness. So whoever suggested sexual tension in the bathroom…Let's just say I don't deny my reviewers what they want.. Unless they want Puck/Rachel/or Finn to die. Quinn, sure, but not PuckleBerry Finn[thanks WildIrishRose29 for that one XD].

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the characters, although Mark Salling belonging to me...that is one tempting idea.

Rachel stood in the bathroom, the wet substance seeping into her top. Her breathing was becoming erratic, and she vaguely realized she was starting to sob in front of Noah Puckerman.

"Oh no. Berry…Rachel, please don't cry. I don't handle crying women well" Puck pleaded. He was lost. He has no clue what to do. He was alone in a women's bathroom with a distressed Rachel Berry.

Rachel looked down and wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She couldn't believe herself. She never let her walls down for anyone. Most definitely not Puck.

Puck watched her carefully. Her perfect silky chestnut locks were drenched with the frozen drink, her clothes were soaked and stained, and she just looked so broken.

How could he have kept doing this to her? He remembered how it has felt. "No one deserves this feeling" He remember he'd told her.

Well shit. I'm an ass hole.

He didn't know the reason- maybe it was her disheveled appearance, or his rising guilt- but he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to his chest. He tangled his fingers in her damp hair as she sobbed into his shirt. Her tears, mixed with the slushie that was falling from her shirt to his, guaranteed he would have to change.

"It's ok. You're going to be ok" Puck reassured the fragile girl in his arms. He was only doing this because his mother would be disappointed if he didn't comfort a crying Jewish girl, he decided.

Rachel pulled away from Puck as her emotions calmed. She wiped her eyes free of any tears. "Thank you, Noah, for dealing with my small breakdown" She explained her gratitude.

"It was nothing. I only did it because my mom would scold me if I didn't" Puck shrugged. He didn't actually know why he did it, but there was no way he did it because he actually cared. He didn't.

Rachel smiled "Right. Well I should probably change before the slushie dries." Puck nodded, and stayed put. "You'll have to leave of course" Rachel instructed.

"And miss seeing you naked? Now-why would I do something like that" Puck asked, while his usual smirk was set in place.

Rachel frowned "I refuse to take any particle of clothing off until you leave."

"What- are you afraid I'll like what I see" He asked, inching towards her. She froze, watching him carefully. What was he doing? He shuffled behind her and leaned down so his lips were at her ear.

Rachel's breath caught in her throat as Puck's breath fanned the side of her face. "Do you remember how it felt, Berry?" He mumbled in her ear. "Being with me" He finished, running his hand down her side. Rachel Berry was such a prude, and he just couldn't resist toying with her.

Rachel shivered, and shifted away from him. She felt like she was on fire where he'd touched her. She didn't know which she'd rather he do; douse her with slushie or touch her like he'd just done. She quickly pushed the thought, and anything Noah related from her mind.

Puck's eyes wandered down a little further as she moved. Another ridiculously short skirt, and the things it did for him in his sleep.

Not that he dreamt about her anything. Because he didn't. Just like he didn't care. "I would much appreciate it if you left. Right now please" She begged, wanting to get out of the wet clothes. She desperately wanted to get the stickiness out of her hair and Puck wasn't making things any easier.

"Do you need help" He asked, arms crossed. "I told you I'm not getting naked in front of-" She was cut off. "I meant with your hair, or something like that" He jumped in. Rachel raised an eyebrow curiously "You…want to help me with my hair? Since when did you become Kurt?" "Whoa- don't question my badass-ness" He snapped, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously Berry. I've slept with half the mothers in this town. I consider that pretty bad ass" He said, proudly. Rachel scowled "I know very well what you do with your spare time Noah. I don't really approve."

"I never asked for you approval now did I" He snapped, staring her down. She crossed her arms "No I suppose you didn't."

"Exactly. I don't even know why I'm spending my time with some gleek loser" He said exasperatedly. "Your in Glee too. You do understand that, right" She said, standing her ground. Sure, she didn't care when Noah was a jerk but she wasn't going to let it keep on happening. He had no right. "Just because I'm in Glee doesn't make me like you" He growled. Did he have some Dissociative Identity Disorder or something? He seemed to change his mind an awful lot.

"Well I'm glad! I do not wish to be like the 'all mighty' Noah Puckerman" Rachel lashed out. "And I sure as hell don't want to be a psychotic Rachel Berry" Puck added the final word, before storming out of the bathroom. He got a couple of looks from the people around, obviously confused as to why he had just exited the women's rest room. Whatever. Let them think what they want.

He glanced at the door, tempted to go back in. She drove him insane…but he'd really wanted to help her get the slushie out of her hair. Just to touch her hair, that was perfect. I mean disgusting. Man, he had to get a hold of himself. He had no feelings towards Rachel Berry other than annoyance. Or the fact that he just wanted things to get steamy between them, so he could just feel-

Nothing. Feel nothing. No steamy, no nothing.

He shook his head, and stormed off to class. Stupid Rachel Berry, with her stupid short skirts, and her stupid pretty hair.

Rachel sighed happily, as she rinsed the slushie out of her hair. She already felt better. She walked over to her bag, and pulled out the extra top she'd brought for the day. It was a pink cardigan, with a white tank top.

The shirt she wore the day Puck was slushied. She shook her head, laughing at herself. She didn't know why she'd believed him when he apologized. He didn't mean it and at the time she'd known he didn't.

But I wish he did. She thought as she changed shirts. She looked herself over in the mirror, and sighed. She didn't look as good as before, but she looked good enough. She walked out of the bathroom, with her wet clothes tucked away safely in her bag.

As she passed by, someone pulled her into the closest classroom. Before she could say anything, the person eagerly pressed their lips to hers.

A/N2: Things aren't always as they seem. You may think you know who kissed Rachel- or who you want to have XD- but I may shock you. Unless it's just really obvious and I suck.. :/