Hey guys, I'm amazed by how many reviews I've received for this story. Thanks to everyone who's read it so far. There are only a few more chapter left. I'm just reworking the last chapter a bit. This chapter is really important so Enjoy!

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"A little birdie told us that you shared a moment of the intimate variety with Puck," Quinn said smugly as she sat down across from Rachel in the food court. "Or should I say Noah?"

Rachel jolted in her seat and stared up at Quinn and Santana in surprise.

"W-who told you that?" She stuttered quietly.

Santana and Quinn glanced at each other before giggling and pretending to zip their mouths closed. Rachel huffed in irritation and tossed a French fry at each of them.

"If you must know the two of us shared a moment on the bleachers but I hardly think that it meant anything. Noah and I sometimes find ourselves in situations such as these." She said as she stabbed at her salad.

"Why do you think that is?" Santana asked in mock confusion.

"Well Noah says that it's 'Cause we're two hot Jews and it's only natural baby." She said in a pretty accurate Puck impression as the other two snorted in laughter.

"And you disagree?" Quinn prodded.

"I believe that the two of us have a chemistry that causes reactions in extreme ways. For example he didn't like me at the beginning of high school so he began the slushy tradition. Which is more than a little extreme." She finished thoughtfully.

Quinn and Santana shared another glance before laughing hysterically. Rachel raised an eyebrow in question.

"I don't understand why you think it's so funny!" Rachel huffed as she crossed her arms in irritation.

"Just tell her San." Quinn said as Rachel turned to face the other brunette.

"He didn't throw slushies at you because he disliked you Berry."

"Then why did he do it? He ruined many of my favourite clothes and unfortunately slushies became the bullying tool of choice after." Rachel huffed. "It really was the perfect bullying device; equal parts stinging eyes, ruined clothes and humiliation."

"He threw it at you because he thought you were beautiful." Santana answered honestly.

"Santana that makes absolutely no sense at all. Besides Noah thinks that a lot of girls are hot, and he never slushied either one of you." Rachel said resolutely.

"Hot isn't the right word San," Quinn said thoughtfully. "More like beautiful. Because he's never looked at any other girl the way he looks at you. He and I had a baby together Berry, and the only other girl he's ever looked at that way was Beth."

Rachel sat back in shock and tried to form an argument as Santana continued.

"Think about it Berry. I was literally standing next to him the first time he did it. He had been watching you all week and then he heard some of the jocks talking about wanting you. Throwing a slushy on you was him marking you as his. He made you undatable."

"But that defeats the whole purpose! If I was undatable than Noah couldn't date me either." Rachel exclaimed.

"Rach, Puck was the first guy you dated. He didn't care what people thought. Being told that he couldn't date you would only make the whole thing hotter for him." Santana reasoned.

Rachel sat back and thought about it for a few moments before looking back up at the other girls.

"But that was over two years later. Why did he wait so long?"

"He thought you were too good for him. It's why he made you undatable instead of actually asking you out. He also knew that you deserved being more than just a fuck-buddy B. So he got that out of his system while he manned up. This is Puck we're talking about." Santana finished with Quinn nodding in agreement.

"I don't believe you." Rachel said as she shook her head.

"Yes, you do. You're just afraid." Quinn replied gently.

"I'm not afraid! Whatever would I be afraid of?" Rachel demanded.

"I dunno Berry? Maybe finding out that the only guy in this whole damn town who's worthy of you has wanted you since grade school?" Santana muttered sarcastically and she instantly regretted it when Quinn kicked her under the table.

Santana and Quinn watched as Rachel panicked. She couldn't believe the bull-stuff that the two girls were spouting off at her. She didn't understand why they would tell her such lies. Noah was one of her best friends and he had always been there for her. Well since he joined Glee anyways. Rachel cocked her head to the side as she realised that he'd never allowed others to slushy her. She'd seen him hit another football player after he slushied her the year before he joined the club. Huh.

"I don't understand," She said quietly as she stared down at her hands. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Don't worry about it B. I shouldn't have said anything," Santana replied apologetically. "Let's shop."

The three girls took their trays to the garbage can and headed out into the mall to look for new clothes. Rachel trailed behind them a step as she tried to make sense of the thoughts buzzing around. She followed the girls into a clothing store and accepted the various items before being shoved into a fitting room. On autopilot she tried on the clothes that they passed her and did her best to have an opinion on them all. She found herself just too distracted by the knowledge that Noah had feelings for her that she hadn't known about. He had been making jokes and alluding to them being together forever; but she had thought they were just jokes because of the way that he said them. She felt her cheeks grow warm are she realised that Noah, her Noah wanted to be with her. Looking up at the mirror she didn't notice the colour of the dress that she was wearing but the smile on her face. Interesting.

"Berry get your hot ass out here. We want to see that little blue dress." Santana drawled from the other side of the door.

Rachel stepped out and allowed them to make their comments about what she was wearing. She was drawn out of her thoughts as Santana and Quinn high-fived.

"I knew she liked him! Do you see that smile?" Quinn squealed happily.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyone who's spent two minutes with them know that they wanna fuck." Santana answered gruffly, but Rachel noticed the grin on her face.

The two girls turned to face Rachel as if they had forgotten she was there. Rachel started laughing before heading back into the fitting room. She listened more carefully as she tried on the next outfit. From what they were whispering she realised that the two of them had been conspiring with Sam to reunite 'Puckleberry'. Rachel grinned when she heard their nickname. She had always thought that Puckleberry sounded better than Finchel.

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