A/N: Thanks so much for your reviews. They're always making me smile. And also thanks to a few people for pointing out how Puck is becoming rather Noah-ish too quickly. Yes I'm using his real name as a metaphor for the kind Puck. Don't hate. And I know it's been a while since I updated. I'm very sorry, school as been hectic and long and I've had homework crammed so far up my ass it's not even funny.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I only own Puck the days he doesn't wear underwear ;) just kidding, I sadly still don't own anything :/

Rachel leaned into Puck for support. She wished someone would kill her already. She was completely embarrassed. She was almost positive she was beat red.

"Ok let's get you home" Puck said, lifting Rachel up bridal style, leading her out of the school to the parking lot. He was completely confused as to how one moment Rachel could be perfectly fine and the next she was fainting all over people. He racked his brain for exactly what happen before she felt dizzy. She was touching his chest-which he didn't mind all the much-she'd thought he was cold, he told her she could do amazing things with her hands, and then bam-she felt light headed.

Good with her hands Puck thought to himself, slowly starting to realize what was wrong with Rachel Berry. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. As they approached his truck, he lifted his leg to help him hold Rachel one handed. He quickly opened the car door of the passenger side, gently helping her in. He laughed and closed the door, jogging over to his side. He jumped in, and eyed her carefully.

"What" She whined, leaning against the window.

"Do I turn you on Berry" Puck taunted, lifting an eyebrow suggestively.

"What" Rachel screeched, looking at him. "You do not do anything in that vicinity."

"So your hands on my dick doesn't effect you at all" He questioned, messing with her.

Rachel whined and looked away from him, not wanting to see his tormenting grin. Noah Puckerman was despicable.

He smirked and was about to start the car when Rachel grabbed his hand to stop him. "What" He asked.

"I'm not missing school" She objected, sitting up straight, trying to calm herself.

Puck raised an eyebrow "And why couldn't you have told me that back inside?"

"Because my mind wasn't functioning at the moment" She stated, opening the car door. She hopped out, landing delicately on her feet. She stalked off, trying to get as far away from Puck as possible. Now that he could move again, and that she was thinking straight she was still angry with him.

"Wha-Hold on" Puck called after her, jumping out of his truck, locking it behind him. "Rachel" He called again. He jogged, easily catching up to her. "What the hell is your problem? Do you have multiple personality disorder or something?""You know I seem to recall myself wondering the same thing about you" She snapped, looking straight ahead as she reentered the school.

Puck grabbed Rachel's arm, spinning her around to face him. "A second ago you were kind of all over me."

"My fathers raised me well enough to know that when a person is pain you check to make sure they are okay. That is all I did for you Puck, and now that you seem to be fine I can go back to being angry with you" She exclaimed, pulling her arm to herself.

Puck raised his eyebrows at her "I didn't accept any dare. I didn't even get dared to do anything. I asked you out because your hot, and like to wear these ridiculously short skirts."

"Prove it" She snapped, turning around storming off again. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and Puck groaned aloud. He needed a plan and he needed one fast.

Rachel walked into glee in a terrible mood. When it came to glee rehearsals she was always happy and in a pleased mood and now because of Puck her normal happy day was down in the drain. She was miserable.

"Hey Rach" Britney said happily, walking in step with her.

Rachel put a fake smile on her face "Hello Britney. How was your day?"

Britney smiled, diving into this big story about Mike and cheerios. Rachel listened, wanting to get her mind off the two stupid football players on her mind.

"Ok guys. So I'm going to pair you in groups of two and I'm mixing them up this time" Mr. Schuester said, walking into the room. He scanned the room and started picking out groups. "Britney and Mike. Santana and Puck." The groan that came from Puck's mouth was hard to miss. "Uh, Finn and Mercedes. Quinn and Matt. Rachel and Kurt. Tina and Artie. Ok, so get to work guys."

"Mr. Schue, I don't think I can sing with this thing" Puck said, referring to Santana.

"Bite me" The Latina growled, glaring him down. She obviously obtained the same hatred for Puck that Rachel did.

Puck raised an eyebrow at her "I have. It wasn't very enjoyable. I'm not doing it again."

Mr. Schuester shook his head "You two are going to work together and not whine about it. Now, I'm giving you the opportunity to pick what song you'd like to sing. This is basically an exercise to see what you guys can come up with. It can be a mash up, or just a regular song. I just want you guys to put your own twist on it. So get to work."

Kurt smiled deviously, raising his hand in the air. Rachel eyed him carefully, wondering what he was doing.

"Yes Kurt" Mr. Schuester asked, looking carefully at Kurt.

Kurt smirked in a satisfied manner and set his hand on his crossed knees "Well Mr. Schuester I don't think mine and Rachel's voices blend as well as mine and Santana's. I want us all to sound amazing when we perform and I don't think I can do that well with Rachel."

Rachel looked at Kurt wide eyed. What was he trying to say, that he was better than her? Kurt saw this and set a hand on her shoulder "Your always upstaging me sweetie. I want to be in the spotlight."

Rachel rolled her eyes, smiling slightly.

"Uhm, ok. Puck and Kurt you two can switch if you want" Mr. Schuester said slowly, wondering what just happen exactly.

Kurt jumped from his seat happily and skipped towards Santana, who was looking at Kurt with a worried expression. Rachel's gaze moved to Puck and the smirk that was on his face made her even more angry. He was always so smug, and thought he was so much better than her. He wasn't. She was going places. He wasn't.

Puck strut up to Rachel, plopping down in the seat next to her. "So, what song are we singing Berry?"

Rachel sat up straighter with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"I'm not happy about this but I'll have to accept it considering that's what a good star would do. So let's brainstorm. Do you have any ideas" Rachel questioned, keeping her eyes on the floor.

"Nope" He popped the p, leaning back in the chair.

Rachel took a deep breath to calm herself. She was not going to yell. It wouldn't be right. "Well we could sing your average teenage music. We could go classical. What do you think?"

Puck shrugged "Whatever you want Berry." He realized he was acting rude. But that was more like himself then he had been acting. Rachel was pissed. Why stick around for the wrath? He was acting like some love sick puppy and it wasn't who he was. He was Noah Puckerman and he was badass. He was going to remind himself, and everyone else of that.

Rachel sighed "We'll work on it a couple times a week after school at my house. I expect you to actually cooperate and try to create a decent performance."

"Yes M'am" Puck said, saluting her with his smirk still set in place.

"You are extremely hard to deal with at times" Rachel informed him, looking up to meet his stare. His green eyes bore into hers and she felt frozen. As if he was hypnotizing her or something.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment" He asked, squinting his eyes at her. She was annoying and talked to much and thought she was so much better than him and there was something about it that turned him on.

Rachel frowned and shook her head "No."

Puck shrugged, running a hand through his Mohawk. "Whatever then" He said slowly, not really sure of what to say.

"Ok. So we'll start today. After glee" Rachel stated, tapping her foot rhythmically. The awkward silence that followed was gnawing at Rachel's patience. She hated silence. She could hear soft chit-chat going on around them but in her area it was silent. She couldn't stand it.

"Uh, do you know What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts" Rachel jumped in, wanting to end the silence. Also to try to start brain storming ahead.

Puck yawned, nodding his head. "Yeah. Worst song ever, if you ask me. Douche-bags singing about their 'broken hearts?' Homos."

"Hey! That term is derogatory" Kurt called over from his place next to Santana.

Puck rolled his eyes and looked back at Rachel. "Why" He asked.

"Never mind. Nothing. That's off the list" She rambled, racking her brain for other song choices.

Puck scoffed "You wanted us to sing that to each other? A love song?! You really have no boundaries do you?"

A light bulb seemed to go off in Rachel's head and she smiled. "I know what song we'll be performing. Make sure to bring your guitar to my house this evening."

He eyed the girl next to him carefully, actually a little afraid of what she had in mind. He would never say it out loud, but Rachel Berry was kind of scary sometimes. What had he gotten himself into, telling Kurt he semi sort of had feelings for Rachel.

Then I'm just going to swear to god I never said anything. Me? Like Rachel Berry? Are you smoking crack?! Yeah, that'll work He thought to himself. He could hear the groups around them starting to work on their songs and groaned, obviously annoyed by the sounds buzzing in his ear. He could handle Rachel singing. In fact he kind of found her voice calming and actually pretty sexy. He could not, however, listen to all the gleeks singing different songs at the same time.

"Ok guys, that's it for today. Next time we'll focus on our other songs, like Don't Stop Believing, I promise" Mr. Schuester said, nodding at his students.

Rachel looked at Puck and cleared her throat. He looked at her expectantly, and she crossed her arms across her chest. "I suggest you go home and shower or change, or whatever it is you do after Glee before coming to my house. I have things to do as well, so I expect you'll be there in about half an hour to forty minutes."

Puck raised an eyebrow and shrugged "Whatever, Berry."

Rachel nodded slowly, and spun around booking it out of the school. Puck was back to acting like his normal, rude self and she wouldn't be surprised if he showed up on her door step with a slushie in hand just to throw it at her.

It didn't take Rachel long to get home, considering she'd driven to school that day. She quickly ran into her house, and praised on the fact that her fathers would be home in the early morning the next morning. It was the longest dad and daddy had been out of town, and she knew they must have felt guilty for leaving her to fend for herself for so long.

Rachel set her bag down tenderly on the staircase, figuring she'd be doing her homework on the couch tonight, and jogged upstairs. She walked into her room and smiled at the familiarity, as she always did. When she'd had a long day at school she'd love to come home and take a nice warm shower.

She walked over to her dresser, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Nothing too show off-y. Just enough to make her comfortable. She set her shirt down, grabbing a new pair of panties and a bra. Forgetting about her shirt, she then retreated to her bathroom, turning the water on. Letting it warm up, she looked at herself in the mirror carefully.

Am I not pretty enough. Is that why Puck doesn't want me?

Rachel shook her head, mentally smacking herself. She'd meant Finn…right? As she noticed the mirror was starting to steam up, she quickly removed her original clothes and jumped into the shower to wash away everything bad that had happened in her day. Pushing away all unnecessary…and inappropriate, thoughts from her mind. As all the bad things seemed to have drifted away from her she smiled contently, and turned the shower off. She carefully stepped out of the glass doors and pulled her underwear and shorts on. She then pulled her bra on, clasping it in the back. She looked around, confused, realizing she'd left her shirt in her room. Thank god I take short showers. Noah shouldn't be here for another ten minutes.

Puck rang her doorbell repeatedly, waiting for an answer. He'd gotten there around fifteen minutes early. He didn't have to do much. He took a shower that took five minutes tops, and pulled on jeans and a shirt. It was as simple as that.

He tapped his foot impatiently, knocking on the door loudly while he held the guitar with his other. He knew Rachel was home. Her car was in the driveway. He shrugged and decided to let himself in.

"Rachel" He called. He could faintly hear a shower running upstairs, and smirked. That would have made sense. If she was able to hear the door bell she would have gotten to it in less than five seconds after he rang the first time. He shuffled up the stairs and opened the door that was obviously Rachel's. Why would her dad's have a pink door with a golden star on it?

As he entered her room, he rolled his eyes at the image of her room. It was just as he would have imagined. Pink. Filled with music and posters. It smelled like her which he'd expected. He made his way to the corner of her room, leaning against the wall. He didn't really feel safe sitting on her bed, afraid of the images he'd get.

About five minutes later, Puck looked towards the bathroom door when it opened. His eyes widened when he saw Rachel in just shorts and her bra, looking around for something. A shirt, he presumed. He smirked, stepping closer to her, as her back was faced to him. He walked right behind her and breathed down her neck "Nice. Ensemble."

Rachel jumped, and tripped over something which caused her to fall backwards.

"Whoa" Puck called, holding his arms out to catch her. One of his arms was firmly under her lower back, the other under her neck. Their faces were inches apart and he took a deep breath.

"You still have ten more minutes" Rachel breathed out, her breath fanning his face. He smirked and shrugged "I thought I'd come early for once."

Rachel looked up at Puck, realizing completely she was shirtless. "I feel…very uncomfortable with you seeing me like this."

Puck chuckled "Would it make you feel better if I said you have the best rack I've ever seen?"

Rachel was about to push Puck away from her as hard as possible when both of them heard a loud gasp. Rachel and Puck both looked towards the door to see Kurt.

"WHOA" He shouted, trying to cover his face with his hand.

A/N: I realized something. I've only made it to be a couple of days…and this is chapter ten o.O well then. x]