Disclaimer:I don't own Glee or any of the characters. Sure wish I did though... This would totally happen. Well... at least the Puckelberry would.

A/N: This is my first Glee fanfic so I hope you like it. If the characters are a little OOC then I'm sorry, but it fits with my story. I can tell you right now that Rachel will be OOC, but hopefully not too much. I don't know about Ohio, so I hope I get things kinda right, and I also don't know if Tool is actually touring anymore, but just go with it. Please review and let me know what you think! Oh, and for Rachel's shirt later on if you wanna look at it you have to search for Ipso Facto in Fullerton, CA.

Points of Intersection

Chapter 1

The school day could not have dragged on any more slowly for Noah Puckerman; really. It was physically impossible. Of course, this was typical of any Friday at school, but this particular Friday needed to go by faster. Puck had important plans that involved being nowhere near this loser city and its equally loser inhabitants. To make matters worse, he had Glee Club after school that day too. Mr. Shuester had called an emergency rehearsal to make "doubly sure" that they were ready for Sectionals.

Puck scoffed. Not only was the normal day taking forever, but he had to spend after-school TV watching time with the gleeks. They would no doubt try to drag everything out as long as possible because they had no social life. No social life means nothing to do on the weekends like the rest of the normal population. Sometimes he wondered why he joined that pathetic group of losers. Ok... maybe not sometimes. More like all the time. Although, he did like that fact that he could show off another one of his talents. And damn if he didn't look good in their costumes.

He glanced at the clock and immediately wanted to hurt whoever decided to make the school day as long as it was. He never paid attention anyway, so what was the point of being here so long? A nap would make things speed up, but he needed to save that for math. Basically he was screwed (and not in a good way) until after lunch. Puck put his cheek on his fist and started to doodle in his notebook - which wasn't even filled with notes, just more drawings. His plans for the evening would more than make up for the shitty school day.

***

The rest of the day passed as slowly and as uneventfully as the first half of the day had. But fortunately the torture finally ended. All that was left to do was sit through Glee and Puck was home free. Currently Mr. Shue was working on choreography for a new song that he couldn't even bother to remember. The guys were all sitting out because Mr. Shue wanted to work with the girls on their part. Not that Puck minded, of course. The less he had to do, the better. Besides, he could check out the girls to pass the time.

His eyes moved to Mercedes and Tina first. The two of them had oddly grown on him and he considered them something of a pseudo friend. Well, at least he wouldn't slushie them and laugh. Maybe snicker. Who knew. Next came Brittany, Santana, and Quinn. The top Cheerios were hot, no denying that; but Santana was a royal bitch and he tended to steer clear of her, especially since she dumped him over his fucking credit score. Brittany was quite and usually kept to herself if her two counterparts weren't around. Puck respected her for that. Of course Quinn had been a major mistake (one that he would never make again) and he was pissed that she thought so little of him that she wouldn't let him take care of his own child. Sure, he would love to be with her and raise their kid together, but she had made it perfectly clear what she though of him. If that's the way she wanted it then fine. Less responsibility for him - no matter how much he wanted it.

Then there was Rachel Berry. She annoyed Puck to no end, but her talent was undeniable. Listening to her sing was an enjoyment that he would never admit to. It didn't hurt that she was smokin' hot, either. He, like every red-blooded male at McKinley High, would freely admit that Rachel was hot. Those short skirts and tight sweaters left little to the imagination; but the girl was psychotic. Honestly, who the hell puts gold stars after their name and always speaks as is someone from the SAT board was listening? Although, Puck had also been privileged to see a side of her that no one else had - well, aside from Finn but that boy was dumber than a post. Rachel had sides that she didn't like to show people. Puck had seen the strong woman shrink into a vulnerable little girl; he'd seen the uptight prude relax into a sarcastic vixen. Rachel Berry was complicated, and while he would never openly admit it: he liked that.

Finn nudged Puck after a few minutes and asked, "Dude, you ok?"

"Yeah," Puck shrugged him off. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno," Finn responded. "You just seemed out of it, is all. The way you were staring at Rachel -"

"The way I was staring at Rachel?" Puck cut him off, incredulous. "Is that what this is about? Please. Don't worry, dude; you can have your precious gleek all to yourself."

Finn looked a little hurt by Puck's sudden harshness but took it in stride. It wasn't an everyday occurrence that he lost his cool like that, but it happened enough for it to not be a big deal. Puck sighed an turned his to stare at the band. He figured it was safe territory. Finn had an annoying habit of looking out for Rachel. Looking at the band turned out to be a mistake because it only served to remind him that he was going to a concert that night and it was hours away and Glee was nowhere near being done.

But about a half hour later that fates decided to be kind as Mr. Shue said, "I think that's enough for today. Remember to rehearse your parts and the choreography. Have a great weekend, everybody."

As Puck quickly gathered his belongings he noticed that Rachel was gathering her things quickly as well. This intrigued him; Rachel Berry, queen of the losers, was anxious to leave Glee? Come to think of it, she had seemed antsy all day. Not that he was paying attention, but she made it hard not to notice. On his way out he saw Finn stop her and ask if she wanted to practice with him later in the evening. Puck scoffed. Quinn must have had other plans that night which meant that Finn was aloud to ogle Rachel all he wanted. Pathetic.

As he passed the pair her heard Rachel say, "Unfortunately I can't tonight, Finn. I have a prior engagement that I must attend and I simply cannot back-out at the last minute. Sorry."

As Finn nodded and walked dejectedly away Puck couldn't help the smirk that formed on his features. Mr. Perfect couldn't always get what he wanted. Also, the thought of Rachel having plans on a Friday night was hilarious. She was probably going to just stay home and record another video of her singing some show tune. However, what Rachel did on the weekends was of no concern to him. He had a concert to get ready for.

***

The last few hours seemed to blur together for Puck. Once Glee had finished he raced out to his car and sped home. He was actually surprised that he didn't get a ticket; he must have broken at least 13 traffic laws. When he got home he rushed to his room and took a shower. After his shower he threw on a pair of dark wash jeans, a black t-shirt, a pair of black and white Chucks, and grabbed his leather jacket. On his way out the door he kissed his mom and told her he'd be back later and promised to grab something to eat. He stopped at a Carl's Jr. before getting on the interstate towards Cleveland.

Puck arrived at the arena and followed all the signs and attendants to the appropriate parking area. As soon as his car was parked he leapt out. He almost forgot to lock his car in his excitement. Although he would take pity on whoever was stupid enough to steal the piece of shit. It hardly ran anyway. They wouldn't get very far on their "joyride."

As he walked towards the line that was forming at the entrance Puck couldn't believe that the concert was finally here. He'd been waiting for this for over a year. As soon as he found out Tool was coming to Cleveland he'd bought the ticket. They were his favorite band and he didn't care that he had no one to go with, he just wanted to see them. He wanted to see them so badly that he'd even forgone his fake ID. This was one experience he wanted to remember down to the last pebble in the parking lot. When he was finally inside he found a good spot a couple of rows from the front and looked around. Judging by the crowd tonight was going to be awesome.

***

Puck walked out of the arena, a concert poster and a shirt tucked under his arm. The concert had been mind-blowing. They opened the show with the song Stinkfist and it had gone on from there. Song after song was excellent and was well received by the crowd. A smile was on his face as he neared his car. The night had been great and he was sure he would still feel the high tomorrow. Without even noticing Puck dropped his keys.

"Excuse me," someone behind him called. "You dropped your keys."

It was a girl, judging by the pitch of the voice, but his ears were still ringing a little and it might have just been a very feminine guy. Nevertheless, Puck put on his best knee-weakening smile and turned, fully prepared for a guy to be standing there if he was wrong. He wasn't.

Puck was met with the sight of a gorgeous figure hugged by dark jeans and a tight black shirt. She had red and white Chucks on her feet and was holding a black peacoat in her right hand while her left hand was extended, holding out his keys. Puck thought it was his lucky night until he reached a pair of very familiar, haunting brown eyes.

"Puck!" Rachel cried, dropping his keys. Astonishment was clearly written on her face.

"Berry?" Puck questioned, his surprise making him a bit slow on the uptake. What the hell was she doing at a Tool concert? This wasn't her type of music. Rachel hurriedly grabbed his keys and shoved them into his chest as she walked by. Puck's gaze followed her and he fought to suppress a groan. Was she trying to kill him? Not only did those pants fit her like a second skin but the shirt she wore had tears down the back exposing her skin, and he tried his hardest not to notice the lack of bra. Well, he'd wanted an unforgettable night.