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I do not own the song by Bon Jovi; I am just using it for a title.

I do own this plot line.

Puck was at the 'End of Wrestling Season' party at Mike's house. It was late and he was upstairs alone. At least, he was alone now. Minutes ago, he had a brunette in his lap. The thing was; the brunette was not his girlfriend, Rachel.

He had gotten into a fight with her earlier, but he couldn't remember why. He could only process that he had cheated on his girlfriend of over a year, his girlfriend that put out with a smile. He could punch himself.

He wanted to take it back, wished he had listened to the voice in his head, which sounded exactly like Rachel, that told him not to go upstairs. Now, he was faced with a tough decision that he didn't really get to make. He tell Rachel the truth and hope that she forgave him, or he could keep this a secret knowing that the chick he was just with had a taste for bloody revenge, and she had just gotten the best kind.

He stood at her door step, the nervous feeling that he had felt the first time he took her out had returned. He hated himself right now. He hated that he wasn't able to prevent that lapse in judgment.

"Noah," Rachel said as she opened the door. She had only assumed that it was him, and he came at the wrong time. She was waiting for her timer to go off, and she could see that his eyes held panic, just as her body did.

"Rach, I have to tell you something." She studied his face, and there was a pang in her chest that tightened into anxiety in her gut. There was something wrong. She could feel it in the air around them; she could see it in the way he was standing in front of her.

"I think I know already." She whispered when tears formed in her eyes.

"I don't know what happened." He said lamely. That seemed to be his excuse for every mistake he made.

"Yes, you do. We both do." Her voice still a slight whisper, but now held the edge of sadness and tears. He wanted to reach out to her, wanted to wipe the tears away as he had so many times before, but he knew now that he couldn't. He could feel the betrayal that filled the air before she even said a word. "It was Santana, wasn't it?" She asked, looking directly in his eyes. He didn't want to say it so he just nodded to confirm that she was right. She inhaled shakily. "I think-," She paused to inhale again and to look down because she was trying so hard to keep the tears from flowing. "I think you should go, Noah. I also think that there is no way we can continue our relationship."

"Rachel, please. Please don't do this. It was a mistake."

"I'd like to say that I'm sorry this is how things are ending, but I'm not. I think I knew that this would happen. You cheated on her with me, it is only fitting that you do the same with her. Except, you didn't sleep with me. We simply kissed. That action is nowhere near what you did with her." She looked up into his eyes. "Now," her voice strained. "I believe I asked you to go." She took a step backward into the house and closed the door.

She jumped when his fist hit it in anger.

He couldn't tell her that he loved her. He really did, love her that is. She wouldn't believe him if he told her now.

She returned to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath tub. She clutched her white plush pillow, the one that smelled like him, to her chest as she waited. When the timer finally went off, it took her a few minutes to get the courage to go to the counter.

She looked down at the test, saw those two lines screaming at her, and she fell to her knees, no longer feeling it necessary to keep the tears inside. Life as she knew it was over.

That's it folks. I'll Be There For You is officially finished.

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