She was upset when Quinn, Santana, and Brittany joined glee club. After all, they had been verbally assaulting her since Freshman year.

But she was the most upset she had been in a long time, watching Noah walk into the choir room, without acknowledging her, taking a seat in between Santana and Finn.

She couldn't believe he actually joined the club. He knew that glee club was her thing. It was the one thing he hadn't ruined for her.

And now he did.

She had tried to avoid him, to avoid talking to him, singing with him, or dancing with him.

They hadn't actually talked in two years.

It worked for a while. It worked better when Rachel was able to pretend like she knew nothing about Noah, or that they were never friends.

Most of the time, the club was able to choose their partners.

Except for when they weren't.

Puck had drawn her name out of a hat. He wasn't Noah anymore. At least not to her. Not with the way he had been acting. The club had dispersed around the choir room, and Puck had plopped himself down next to her.

"Hey, so I was thinking we could do like a rock number," he had started talking. She turned to him, furrowing her eyebrows. She didn't understand like he could act like nothing had changed . She knew that staying in the room with him would turn out bad.

"I-I don't think I can do this," she told him quietly, quickly picking up her backpack, planning on leaving for the day.

"Mr. Schuester, I'm feeling quite sick. I'm just going to go home early," she lied. The curly haired man nodded, believing Rachel.

"Wait," Puck hurried after her, grabbing her hand before she could leave the room.

"Rachel, stop. Let's just do this assignment," he pleaded, looking into her eyes. She saw a trace or regret put then she remembered how much he had hurt her.

"I can't. Let's just talk about this tomorrow," Rachel said.

"You're not sick. You're just trying to avoid me. I know you hate me right now, but you're going to freak yourself out. My mom said that the last night you were at my house and almost had a panic attack," he told her, which was true.

While Rachel was babysitting his little sister, Sarah had gone to bed, so Rachel had browsed the house, and she had started sobbing uncontrollably because of all of her old memories that resurfaced. Noah's mom had come back home from work as Rachel was sobbing. Noah only knew about this because his mom told him about it. He wasn't home to witness any off it.

"Do not use that against me. That's only because I was thinking about you," she whimpered, looking up at him. She knew everyone in the club was staring at them, but she didn't care.

"My mom said you need to close your eyes and take deep breaths when you're going into a panic attack," he told her again, quietly, like he used to. Like he was only talking to her and didn't want anyone else to hear.

"I'm not going into a panic attack, Noah," she cried angrily, squirming out of his grasp, since his hand in hers didn't comfort her anymore. Not like it used to.

Everyone in glee club was exchanging glances. They had no idea that Rachel and Puck even associated outside of him throwing slushies at her.

"Well that's what my mom told you when you were there last night. I'm just trying to help," he said. His mother was a nurse.

"That's not what your mom said. You don't know what she said, because it was a confidential conversation. You weren't there, and you don't know what she said!" Rachel cried, staring into his eyes. The point that she was trying to emphasize was that he wasn't there. He wasn't her friend. And it hurt.

"Rachel-"

"Get off of me, Puck," she spat, fighting to get out of his grip.

"I said get off!" she yelled, escaped from his grasp, hurrying out of the room.

"Rach, I'm really sorry," he told her, following outside.

"Don't apologize. That can't make up for how horrible you've been acting toward me. You are a coward. You're a liar. I'm sorry I was ever your friend, because I think that I'll regret it until the day I die," she spat, speaking to him in an angry voice.

"You don't mean that," he said, getting a lump in his throat.

She guessed that two years of not talking about what happened finally caught up to her, and they were going to have a fight about it.

"I do mean it," she told him, turning on her heel and making a run for the parking lot. As soon as she was gone, he slammed his fist against the lockers.

Everyone in the glee club had tried to pretend like nothing had happened, but they couldn't. They had never seen Rachel yell like that, especially at Puck. And they had never seen Puck apologize to anyone before.

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