*Authors Note* Wow, that was a fast update. Don't get excited though, this chapter isn't very good. It's very sloppy and mostly Puckleberry and Finchel. Maybe I don't like it because I adore Blainchel so much more but this chapter was really essential to the plot so just struggle through it. My next update won't be as fast but it'll be a chapter with tons of Blainchel (possible smut idk…)

Anyways like I said, if you don't like either Finchel or Puckleberry just struggle through because the chapter is important

Read and Review thanks :D (WARNING: suggestions of non-con)

Chapter 5

Rachel wasn't looking forward to school that following Monday. She had avoided everyone all weekend, lying to her friends and boyfriend that she wasn't allowed out even though she was the only one in her empty house. What had happened at Blaine's house hit a nerve in her that made her a mixture of pity and pissed. Yes, she had no right to assume anything about his life, she barely knew him, but he didn't know her either. He didn't know that her dads were never home. That she didn't know her mother and probably never would. He didn't know that she had to try to be perfect in every aspect of her life just to be noticed by the only two people she loved the most.

She was in the bathroom, delaying her entrance out to the football field not wanting to run into Blaine on her way there. Rachel smoothed out her skirt and tied her ponytail up even higher than it had been before. Touching up her mascara, Rachel told herself she had stalled long enough and exited the rest rooms.

Rachel was halfway across the football field when Puck broke off from the group, running to meet her. "How is my hot little Jewish princess?" He asked, blocking her path.

"I'm fine, Noah." She said attempting to get around him and to Finn but he wouldn't let her.

"How was your weekend?"

"It was fine!" Rachel snapped. "No doubt Finn told you I wasn't allowed to leave my house."

"Yeah he did, but unlike him I could see past that. You weren't home Friday night were you Rachel?"

"And how would you know if I was or not?"

Puck sighed, and looked over his shoulder. "Listen, Finn is my bro, and he was kind of confused by your texts that night and so was I. All three of us know your dads are rarely home, so why would you have to stay home? I stopped by but nobody answered, so where were you?"

"Since when are my whereabouts any of your concern?" Rachel narrowed her eyes.

"Cut the hostility crap and the lying!" Puck snapped. "Just tell me where you were."

"If you think I'm lying, then you must've known where I was so why don't you tell me?"

Puck looked down at her, scanning her face but she kept her stony stare, not willing to give in. "You were in Lima Heights." He said. "I know this because after a little quick-y at San's I drove by and spotted your car."

"Gross." Rachel said, not wanting to think about Santana and Puck.

"So whose house was that Rachel? Who else do you know that lives in such a sketch part of town?"

"It's none of your business, Noah," Rachel said through clenched teeth, shoving past him.

She didn't get very far before Puck grabbed her arm, but before she turned she saw Finn's confused look from no more than a few yards away. "It was Anderson's house wasn't it?" Puck said harshly. "I've seen you two together, you act like you hate him Rachel, but I'm not as dumb as Finn is. I can see right through it. You've got the hots for him and he's got the same for you."

Wrenching her arm from him, Rachel took a step back and glared. "Blaine is my English partner and he's looking for nothing but a quick fuck," She snapped. "Yes, he's attractive but do you really think I'm stupid enough to fall for his bad-boy act?"

"You fell for it once before."

Rachel clenched her jaw. "Shut. Up. Noah. We agreed we would never talk about that ever again."

"It's true though, so learn from your mistake and don't end up making the same one again."

"I said shut up!" Rachel hissed, quickly looking around. Their friends were close by, watching the exchange but not close enough to hear.

Puck smirked. "What's Finn going to think when you finally decide to let him stick it in you and you're not the sweet little virgin you make yourself out to be?"

"You were a mistake; nothing more. As far as I'm concerned nothing happened that night and my virginity is still intact."

"You wanted it just as much as I did. I still remember the sounds you made."

"I did not want that," Rachel said in a low voice. "The only sounds I made were telling you 'no' and 'stop.' It was sophomore year. You took advantage of me because I was hurt and upset and drunk."

Puck's eyes grew dark. "I don't like what you're implying. I would never do anything like that. When are you going to stop lying to yourself?"

"Fuck off Noah!" Rachel screamed frustrated with the memories he was bringing back that she had spent so much time blocking out. Finally turning around and away from the conversation, she stomped over to their friends and ignored the looks they gave her.

"Is everything okay?" Finn asked cautiously, putting his arm around Rachel's waist while looking suspiciously at Puck.

"Its fine, everything is fine, don't worry about it." She said, shooting a quick glance at the boy she had just yelled at. Puck's face was clear of any emotion but he was giving her a look that she didn't like.

"Hey," Finn held her chin gently, tipping it up to him. "Do you want to come over after school? My mom will be out looking for a job, so she won't be home until later. I can make us some grilled cheese for dinner,"

Rachel forced a smile and tried not to roll her eyes. "Of course," She replied, kissing him softly. Grilled cheese wasn't the ideal date night dinner but she needed something to get her mind off of everything. She had no idea why Puck would bring up something like that after two years when they had agreed they would never talk about it again. Though it was no surprise to her, he was a jerk; she was still confused on what brought it on.

Settling on the grass she pretended to listen to Brittany ramble about her cat while her gaze drifted off to the bleachers. Rachel could make out Quinn Fabray's pink hair and the dark figure that was hanging around near her. Yes, the Puck conversation had pissed her off but maybe he was right. Blaine Anderson was definitely like him, but new and more mysterious. She meant it when she said that she didn't need Blaine around to ruin her reputation, she really did have Puck for that, but for reasons only known between the two of them.

She was more afraid of Blaine though and his tricks than she was of Puck. She had only slept with Puck because of a fight she and Finn had had that day otherwise she never would have thought about it. Yet, with Blaine, even sober and in a normal situation he made her body grow hot in more than just anger even if she wasn't ready to full admit it to herself.

~~beat~~

Rachel placed both of her hands on either side of Finn, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. She was hovering over him slightly, the way she liked it so she could have full control over their make-out session. Rachel knew right away what he was going to do as soon as Finn's hands rested on her hips. He rolled them over so this time he was above her and Rachel broke the kiss as he moved down to kiss at her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed, reveling in the touch of his lips against her skin. It felt good until she felt his hand slowly inch up, and she had to grab it before it went too far.

"Not today, Finn," She said softly.

"Come on Rach, just over the bra?" He whispered against her, beginning to move his hand again.

"I'm not wearing one," Rachel pushed his hand away. She had bought a new one the other day but it had been hurting her back so she took it off before coming over. She should've known it was a bad idea, even though she had an extra one in her car that she had forgotten to put on.

"That's really hot," Finn didn't seem to notice the edge in her voice because he didn't stop. Yes she wanted to make out with her boyfriend but in the moment he was kind of making her mad.

"Okay, Finn, just stop," She said, sitting up. He leaned back away from her having the same permanent confused look he always had on his face. "I think I should go home."

"What's the matter Rachel? You've been acting weird for the past week or so. Talk to me, is it your dads again?"

Rachel shook her head, clenching her fists so her nails buried themselves in her palms. She was sick of people bringing up her dads. "Nothing is wrong Finn, sometimes people have bad days."

"But this has been a bad week," He said as if it was obvious. "Ever since that new kid came around, what's his name like Kane or something? Has he been bothering you? Do Puck and I have to teach him a lesson?"

Rachel gave an empty-hearted chuckle, thinking about Finn trying to go up against Blaine. Blaine might be shorter than Finn but he was a lot fiercer and Finn almost never hit people. "No, Blaine is…" She paused trying to think of an adjective. "He pisses me off but he's fine. If you need to teach anyone a lesson it should be Puck." Rachel muttered.

"Puck?" Finn furrowed his eye brows. "Why? What were you two arguing about today?"

"Nothing," Rachel waved her hand in the air as if it were no big deal. "Nothing you need to be concerned about."

"Rachel." Rachel looked up at Finn, surprised by the sudden change of tone. His face was serious but his voice was sort of sad. "Are you cheating on me?"

"Wha-what?" Her jaw dropped. "Finn, why on earth would you think that?"

"Well I mean," Finn rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I was talking with Santana and you know she mentioned something about you and Puck and I didn't want to believe it."

"You were talking to Santana?" Rachel's eyes narrowed.

"Don't think like that Rach-"

"When does anything Santana say prove to be true!" Rachel demanded, her blood beginning to boil thinking about Santana being alone with her Finn. She loved the girl but at the same time she knew that the Latina could be extremely tempting.

"Why are you being so defensive?" Finn asked.

"Do I have a reason to be defensive?"

"I don't know did you sleep with Puck!" Finn yelled, standing. Right into her face and she couldn't help but just sit and stare. Stare at the boy who had been with her for years, at the boy who had appreciated her wishes to stay abstinent even though it was a lie. "You did didn't you?" Finn asked, looking at her and scanning her face. Rachel didn't say anything which meant she didn't deny it. "GODDAMN IT!"

"Finn please!" Rachel pleaded, struggling to get up fast enough. She went to go and step near him when he began to shout again. "No! Stop! Rachel how could you do this to me? To us? I knew something was wrong, I knew there was a reason you wouldn't do anything with me, Santana was right!"

Suddenly, all the sadness Rachel was feeling seeped out of her and it was replaced with anger. "Since when have you started listening to Santana? What? Am I not good enough Finn! You're pissed because I wouldn't put out and you have to go to that bitch to get off! I thought you were better than that!"

"I WASN'T THE ONE WHO CHEATED!" Finn raged, turning around and standing dangerously over her small form. "THAT WAS YOU RACHEL!"

"I WAS DRUNK!" She screamed back. "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING FINN I WAS GODDAMN 16 YEARS OLD!" Rachel stood there breathing heavily, staring at him waiting for him to say something. Anything. "I didn't want it Finn. I swear I didn't."

"So what? You're telling me Puck raped you?" Finn laughed emptily. "You're full of shit. That's the most bull shit thing I've ever heard."

"NO!" Rachel shook her head. "I know Puck would never do such a thing, but I was drunk, he took advantage of me."

"You say he took advantage of you, but then you say he didn't rape you?" Finn narrowed his eyes. "You must've given him consent!"

"I didn't want to!" Rachel repeated. She didn't. That night she was upset, drunk and lonely, and she had thought Puck was the only one who she could go to. Yes, when he started to comfort her in a more physical sense she had told him not to, but she'd given soon enough, just wanting to be loved. She was young and stupid and it was a mistake.

"Finn," Rachel's voice was beginning to break. "I'm sorry."

"No," He said sharply, shaking his head. "No, sorry isn't good enough. I'm done with you Rachel. We're over."

"Finn! You don't mean th-"

"Yes I do!"

"After four years?" Rachel asked, stepping closer to him. Finn avoided making contact but she wasn't going to leave until he was able to look her in the eyes. "Four years we've been together. Happily together."

Finn closed his eyes tightly, slowly shaking his head before turning and locking eyes with her. "How can it have been happy if for the last two and a half years it was a lie? You lied to me Rachel. I told you, I'm done. I'm breaking up with you."

"No, Finn," She said calmly, trying to reason. "You can't break up with me. Seriously think about this. What are people going to say? Both of our reputations will be ruined. You'll no longer be popular because you won't have me."

"And you'll no longer be popular when people hear you were just another one of Puck's fames fucks. Get out Rachel. Go. Go to Puck and be heartbroken all over again and get some sympathy sex or whatever it was in sophomore year. Go to Puck's or Mike's or that fucking Anderson kid's house I don't care. I just don't want you in mine."

"Finn-"

"OUT!" He shouted, pushing her away from him so she stumbled to the door. Rachel stared at him in shock, not being able to properly comprehend what was happening.

"Finn." Rachel said gently, looking at the boy who was fuming a few feet away from her. "Listen to me. Everything between me and Puck was a mistake, take it back. The break up, everything, take it back before I walk out this door because as soon as I do, I'm never coming back."

She waited for Finn to say he forgave her, but his face never changed. It was a cold mixture of anger and sadness, but it was the anger that he let show. He walked over to her and her heart beat faster, praying and hoping he would forget about it all and just take her in his arms. But no. Finn reached past her and pushed the door open.

She didn't wait around any longer. Grabbing her shoes, jacket and purse Rachel exited Finn's house only to hear the slam of the door behind her. Fuming, Rachel stomped to her car, sliding inside and jamming the keys into the ignition to start it up. It was the second time in two days that she had been kicked out a boy's house just to have the door slammed closed behind her.

Rachel always prided herself in learning from her mistake, that's why she was so strict about not doing anything with Finn after the whole Puck situation but that was out the window now. For the second time in three years Rachel made the same mistake.

For the second time in three years Rachel drove, upset and teary-eyed to a house that wasn't her own.

For the second time Rachel needed to get drunk and get lost in herself.

This time it wasn't to Puck's house.

She knocked on the door harshly, praying that he was home. Not caring that the last time they had seen each other she had left just as upset as she was showing up, only that she needed not to feel anymore.

Luckily the boy was home. He opened the door with a shocked yet amused look on his face, staring at the girl.

"I need alcohol."