Summary: For Rachel Berry, one slushy pushes her too far. How can she cope with her everyday dose of bullying before it tosses her to the very edge? Noah 'Puck' Puckerman not only helps her, but also creates a friendship/romance better that either could imagine.

*Sometimes bullying pushes people to anger and insecurity that they had never felt before. This in some sense is for all the people out there who struggle with bullying. You aren't alone!

Author's Note: Hello! Wow, school and water polo have been hectic lately but luckily I have found time to write! New idea: Bring a spiral notebook to school and whenever the teacher gives free time in class, WRITE! This strategy has helped ;) -Caren67

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did we would be seeing Puckleberry and last weeks episode would not have happened. I mean really… Puck you should like Rachel. Rachel you should like Puck!

SLUSH

CHAPTER ONE

Salty tears mixed with high fructose corn syrup. Icy chunks of grape flavored icy slid down my shirt. I couldn't help but let out a sob as I thought of what just occurred.

"Yo Berry." My chest tightened as I heard David Karofsky thump down the hall backed up by a herd of small-brained hockey players.

"I have a little gift for you Freak!" Before I could move, I was splashed with 7-11's stupid sugary treat.

"Are you going to cry bitch?" Loud laughs echoed behind him. "That should at least simmer down your freakishness." Snickers followed Karofsy as he strutted down the hallway with his moron friends trailing behind.

"I…" My eyes darted around all the pointed students and I sprinted to the bathroom.

I attempted to calm my sobs as I cleaned the purple residue from my skin with a paper towel. I wrung the flimsy cloth in my hands and finished dabbing away my shameful tears.

Once cleaned but still smelling strongly of sugary grapes, I walked into the hallway. It was now desolate since everyone else was in there first period class. Right now I had math. If I were to go, not only would wads of paper covered in saliva probably assault me, but also I would have to endure a boring lesson in which I already covered.

Today was not the day for me to be bullied so I decided to do something completely un-Rachel-Berry-like…. Ditch school.

I silently grabbed my textbooks and with my anguished mood, ran out to my car. Digging my keys from my pocket, I unlocked the door and turned up the volume to "Tighten Up" by The Black Keys.

Sick for days, so many ways

I'm aching now, I'm aching now

It's times like these, I need relief

Please show me how, oh, show me how

To get right, yes, out of sight

When I was young and moving fast

Nothing slowed me down, oh, slowed me down

Now I let the others pass

I've come around, oh, come around, 'cause I've found

I rested my forehead on the steering wheel and gathered my breath. Why do people hate me? Why do they bully me? Why am I the freak and the target?

"Hey Berry! Wait up!" I huffed in annoyance. Now was not the time to aggravate me.

"Yes?" I huffed in annoyance, unrolling the window.

"You dropped this." Puck handed me my yellow math notebook.

"Oh thanks." I chucked it on the passenger seat and began to drive away.

"Wait Berry." The mowhawked boy scratched the back of his head.

"Yes?"

"You're not cutting class, are you?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

Puck whistled lowly and raised his hands in defeat.

"I'm not judging. I'd be a bit hypocritical if I were considering that I'm skipping now too. I'm just a curious badass who didn't think Miss Goodie-Goodie had it in her."

"Well let me tell you something Puck." I spat. Really fed up with people name-calling. "You don't know me."

"Well you have never given me the chance. I thought you forgave me for the horrible shit I used to do to you. Look, Rachel. I'm really sorry."

"Can you please just be quiet, turn around, and leave?"

"Sure. Please just think about what I said. I'll see you in Glee, yes?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I hit the gas pedal and flew out of the parking lot.

I didn't know what Noah Puckerman was into. It seemed like he was trying to be nice almost. I had walls protecting me though. I had started building them years ago when I was first bullied in 9th grade. With each slushy and pornographic picture, a new brick was pasted on, get higher and higher until I had a fortress around me. I had a future planned with singing and Broadway. I couldn't let anyone in. Not yet.

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-Caren67