Alright, it's been a while since I've written, or posted anything. I'm a serial starter and not quite finisher... I've never written a Glee fic, but I'm shipping Puckleberry so hardcore that I had to try my hand at it. Be nice! Please? And know that I own nothing Glee, except the soundtrack. If I did, screw Rachel, Puck would be mine!

CHAPTER ONE:

This Never Happens

Rachel hurried quickly down the hallway, like she always did. As she turned the corner people stopped and started whispering, like they always did. The only difference was that today she didn't hear it. All she heard was the sound of her own heartbeat. Today she didn't feel the sting of their petty insults. She could only feel the cold sting in her fingers as her hand started to go numb.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was alone at his locker. When she finally reached him she cleared her throat. When he didn't turn around she poked him impatiently in the shoulder.

Puck turned around to a very determined Rachel Berry poking him incessantly in the back. He raised an eyebrow as she thrust a slushie at him.

"Here" She said nervously. He didn't say anything as he took the drink.

Rachel closed her eyes; this was when her plan either worked or backfired horribly. After about a minute, which felt more like hours, she opened her eyes. He was still standing there, holding the slushie suspiciously, just staring. When he made no move to throw it at her Rachel began to ramble, like she always did.

"It's cherry. I figured that that was your favourite, because that's the kind you always bought before you figured out that grape was my favourite, which it is, by the way."

"Take a breath, Berry." Puck drawled. His one eyebrow was still raised, as he had no idea why Rachel Berry would do a ridiculous thing like give him a slushie.

"Right. Well, I thought about what you said the other day." Puck looked at her blankly. "You know. On the bleachers?"

Puck's vaguely curious expression became cold. "As I recall, you did most of the talking when we were on the bleachers."

Rachel dropped her gaze and began to play with the hem of her yellow blouse. "Yes, well you're the one who said we weren't friends."

Puck studied the petite brunette wearily. "Berry-"

"You were right."

"I was right…" he repeated slowly.

Rachel nodded. "You were right. We weren't friends before. I mean we have mutual friends, like Finn, and the common interest of glee, but you and I were never friends. But I was thinking we could be."

"You and me-"

"I." Rachel corrected.

Puck rolled his eyes. "You and I. Friends." The diva nodded again, the determined look back in her eyes. "Not gonna happen."

"But-"

Puck shook his head and cut her off. "Look Berry, you were right too; when we were on the bleachers."

"I was?"

This time Puck nodded. "I wasn't gonna break up with you."

"Noah-"

"But that's all you were right about."

"What are you talking about?"

"You said I wasn't gonna break up with you." She nodded "You were right about that. You said I was in love with Quinn. You were wrong about that. I'm not in love with Quinn Fabray, I've never been in love with Quinn Fabray, and I never will be in love with Quinn Fabray. She's a bitch."

"But-"

Puck held up a hand, cutting her off again. "And you said you were in love with Finn. You're wrong about that too."

"I-"

"Finn's a nice guy. I get it, the guy's my best friend, of course I get it. I'm even manly enough to admit that maybe he's good looking if you're into that whole wide eyed puppy kind of thing, but you're not in love with him."

"Who do you think you are, Noah Puckerman? Telling me how I feel… I-" Rachel was cut off for the umpteenth time as Puck backed her up against the lockers.

He wasn't touching her, but she could feel the heat of him seeping into her. He was leaning down slightly so she could look him in the eye. Why had she never noticed that his eyes were more green than hazel? His mouth was moving. His beautiful mouth. The mouth that had done wicked things to her. Things that still made her shiver.

"Rachel?"

"Huh?"

Puck smirked slightly, like he always did, and repeated himself. "You're Rachel Berry. You have dreams and goals and plans and lists. You're bigger than this two-bit town. You're going to be a star, no matter what anyone says. Just wait and see."

Rachel frowned uncertainly as Puck summarized her 'I'm going to be a star' speech. "I don't see what that has to do with Finn."

"Does he ever make you forget?"

"What?"

Puck grabbed a lock of Rachel's hair and let the silky strand slide through his fingers. "Does he ever make you forget that you have all these plans and lists- just for a second?" All Rachel could do was stare. His mouth was weaving a spell over her again. "Does he challenge you?" Puck leaned closer- all she could smell was oranges and motor oil and something just him… His lips were less than an inch from her ear. His breath was hot against her skin. Her heart was jackhammering inside her chest. She had to remind herself to breathe. "When he kisses you, and I know he has, does he make you burn? Do you forget your own name?"

"Noah…" His name was a whimper, she couldn't catch her breath.

"That's my name," Puck settled his hand on her hip and grinned when he felt the muscles clench under his touch, "what's your name?"

Rachel gasped, his thumb was rubbing slow circles against her skin, just above the waistband of her skirt, and- oh God- was that his tongue against her ear? What did he ask her?

Puck groaned and kissed the pulse point just beneath her ear. Her hands were tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer… She was pressing herself into the hard thigh he'd wedged between her thighs… Her hair smelled like mangoes or papayas- some exotic fruit that made him lose his mind… Everytime he kissed her neck she made the sexiest goddamn sound in the back of her throat and pulled him just a little bit closer… What was his point again?

"Noah-"

Oh yeah. "You're not in love with Finn, Berry." Puck slammed his locker shut, skirted around the red puddle that used to be a cherry slushie and was on his way to the gym before she could open her eyes. He didn't have gym this period, but screw English class, he needed a cold fucking shower. Now.

When Rachel did manage to open her eyes she found herself looking into the confused gaze of Kurt Hummel. "What the hell was that?"

"I- what?"

"You told me you broke up with Puck."

"I did."

"Then why were you two practically having sex in the hallway 10 seconds ago?"

"Huh?"

Kurt fanned himself dramatically with his hand. "I mean damn, Rach!"

"Rachel!" The brunette exclaimed triumphantly, her eyes finally losing the glazed over look. She glanced around in confusion. "Kurt? Where did Noah go?"

"He-" Kurt was cut off by the bell.

"Oh my gosh! I'm going to be late for class! See you at lunch!"

Kurt stared in amusement as Rachel hurried in the wrong direction. Then seeing the empty slushie cup in the puddle of red he smirked and whipped out his cell phone. This kind of thing never happened. He had to tell Mercedes.