Disclaimer: I do not own Puckleberry, Glee or any of the songs used for this fic. If I did, Puckleberry would have been still going on since episode 8 and there would be no such thing as Finchel and Quick would be just a pairing for fans to only wish for…

A/N: Well, I couldn't help it, but I decided on continuing this story, because 1) Puck and Rachel would hate me if I gave up on this story and 2) my readers would hate me as well. So, I have to finish what I started… Oh and props to twighlightangel61090 for reviewing pretty much every chapter and encouraging me to not give up. =D

A/N: So, this is another chapter that is not based off of a song, so yeah. PUCKLEBERRY FOREVER!

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"Come back anytime, Puck…" Mrs. Williams winked at him from her queen sized bed, as Puck stood near the door way, pulling up his pants. Of course Puck had taken up her offer on "cleaning her pool." Because honestly, he needed a fucking distraction from Berry.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Williams," He answered as he pulled on his t-shirt, not looking at the cougar who obviously looked ready for round two of some good old Puckerman loving…

"Oh sweetie, I told you to call me Sicilia, remember? Mrs. Williams makes me feel old." The cougar smiled coyly. Puck resisted the urge to roll his eyes and state that she was in fact old. She just happened to be lucky to have kept her tight, hot body in check after having three kids.

"Right, well, I'll see you around, Sicilia." Puck walked out of the master bedroom, and headed downstairs.

"Wait, don't you want another round?" Honestly… If Puck wanted another round, he would have not put his clothes back on. Cougars may be hot, but they're not so bright outside of their sexual knowledge. He knew why she was so surprised that he was leaving so early, their last time went for four rounds of raw baby making.

"Ugh, sorry can't. Mom wants me to take care of Leah for the night and I'm already an hour late." Puck answered her, not feeling like going back into the room. He could feel the cougar's disappointment.

"Oh well, alright… Goodbye Puck, and help yourself to anything in the fridge before you leave." Sicilia said, as she lay in her bed, frowning.

"Thanks." Puck walked down the stairs, picked up the rest of his stuff and hurried out the door; he wasn't really hungry. Placing his hands in his pockets, bag on one shoulder, Puck walked towards his house, which was just next door, and rang the doorbell.

"Noah!" A voice from behind the door yelled, and Puck was instantly face to face with his mother, Dinah. Oh, he was so in for a lecture. Placing her hand on her hip and pointing squarely at his chest, Mrs. Puckerman began throwing words at Puck, angry with the fact that she was now an hour late to work.

If it wasn't for the fact that he already felt like crap, Puck would have laughed at how his mom was acting so Berry-like. And seriously, Berry was the last girl he wanted to think about or laugh about…Puck was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly missed what his mom was saying to him.

"Because you came so late, I had to get a backup babysitter. Help her out, and I'll make sure to pay her later. And don't you dare leave, or I'm taking away your PS3 for two months. Oh! And you make sure you apologize to her! Goodbye Noah." His mother quickly pecked his cheek and darted out the house. A bit of panic rose in his chest as he finally took in what she had said. If in fact Dinah had gotten Leah's usual babysitter, than Puck was definitely heading back to Mrs. Williams, he could live without a PS3 for two months… Well, not really. Either way, Sarah, the usual babysitter, was one of Puck's many flings, and fuck, the chick really wasn't the greatest to have ever experienced the Puckerman treatment. In fact, underneath her makeup, tight clothes and blonde hair, Sarah was annoying as shit.

"Noah!" A small voice screamed as his sister ran full tilt towards him. Sighing, Puck dropped his bag and held out his arms for Leah. She jumped into his arms and laughed. The thing about him and Leah, they were pretty close, despite their differences.

"Hey Leah, where's the babysitter?" Puck asked as he put her down, messing her hair a little.

"She's making some dinner in the kitchen." Leah smiled and hurried to the family room, the sounds of High School Musical in the background. Puck cocked an eyebrow, surprised to hear this. Sarah didn't know how to cook to save her life, so who in the world was doing so now?

Still wondering, Puck slipped off his shoes and headed towards the kitchen, the smell of something really good in the air. Puck's mouth watered as he took another sniff of the air, recognizing his favorite food, lasagna. Oh damn, whoever the hell was babysitting instantly had the key to his heart…

"So, ugh I'm really sorry for having you babysit my sis and by the way, that smells fucking awesome." Puck commented as he entered the room, only to find himself looking down at familiar, beautiful brown eyes. Oh fuck. Rachel. Of all the people to be babysitting his sister, it had to be Rachel… Puck mentally slapped himself at forgetting that Rachel was also Leah's other babysitter.

"Hello, Puck." She responded as she moved away, opening the oven and checking on the food. Puck frowned at her greeting, Rachel normally called him Noah. Not Puck…

"Sup Berry." He replied, avoiding even glancing in her direction. "So, my mom hired you, huh?"

"Obviously." Rachel put mittens on her small hands and took out the food, the smell of the delicious food wafting everywhere. Puck's stomach growled as he looked longingly at the food. He hadn't had lasagna in so long…

Damn it, of all the damn girls that his mom could have hired… Puck could feel the awkwardness in the small kitchen. Like the smell of the delicious food in front of him, the tension was everywhere. Could this day get any weirder?

"Umm, I hope you don't mind, but I put in veggie meat rather than actual meat for the food…" Rachel turned red slightly. Puck rolled his eyes at her, because seriously, meat or no meat, it looked great and the smell of it was still making his mouth water.

"Berry, I just said it smelled awesome, so it really doesn't matter. I know you're into that vegetarian stuff, or whatever shit that is, so it's all good." Puck replied, taking out a plate, ready to take his serving. Just as he was about to cut a piece, Berry took the plate away and put it on the countertop, glaring at him.

"Puck, we're eating together. So, get the table set up and we'll call Leah down for dinner." Rachel instructed to him. Puck looked around the room, hoping to have Ashton Kutcher jump up and say, "You just got punk'd!" But no one did.

"But, we never used the table…" Puck looked at the dining table, trying to remember the last time he and his family had shared a meal together at the table. Nothing came up. He was really just trying to find an excuse to not have dinner with Rachel, because this was getting more awkward by the second.

"We will now." Rachel commanded sternly, Puck noticed that she was avoiding his eyes as she cut the lasagna into separate pieces. Frowning, Puck took out two more plates along with the one on the counter, placing them in three spots. Then he went back and took out three forks and three glasses, ignoring Berry's protests of juggling such stuff was dangerous. And lastly, Puck took out a carton of milk that was still good and placed it on the table, taking a seat.

"Milk?" Rachel looked at the carton as she brought the lasagna to the table, Puck's stomach grumbling loudly at the smell.

"Yeah, do you have a problem with milk, Berry?" He didn't mean to have snapped, but seriously, he was fucking hungry.

"No it's just… I like milk with lasagna as well…" Rachel whispered, walking out of the dining room to get Leah. Puck stared at the still empty plate, shocked at this new discovery… Puck and Rachel had something in common other than the two being hot Jews and singing for Glee club. Fuck it, Puckerman, it's over, remember? His mind yelled at him.

"Oooh, lasagna! That's Noah's favorite!" Leah sat herself down on the seat next to Puck, leaving the seat across him open for Rachel.

"Mine too," Berry smiled and Puck felt like his head was spinning. Another thing in common…

After dinner was over—Leah filled up most of the conversation about how Justin Bieber was so adorable—Puck found himself alone with Rachel in the kitchen once again, this time watching her wash the dishes.

"Will you please stop staring at me; it's making me awfully nervous." Rachel asked as she scrubbed away the lasagna bits. Puck frowned and looked away.

"Happy?" Puck glared at the fridge, ignoring the urge to stare at her again.

"Oh, I'm filled with utmost glee, I assure you." She scoffed, as she put the plates on the rack to dry. "Noah… Could I ask you something?"

Puck sighed with relief at the sound of her finally saying his first name. Even though it wasn't really a big deal, it felt good to know that she called him something different from the rest of his stupid school.

"Yeah babe, what's up?" Puck looked at her, cursing himself for calling her babe. It was just so natural…

"Why were you so… distant this morning?" Rachel asked her back towards him as she dried her hands. Oh fuck.

"It doesn't really matter…" Puck turned away, ashamed to tell her the truth.

"It's because of football isn't it? And Quinn? And the fact that you're losing your social status… Right?" Rachel tried to guess. Anger shot through Puck's veins as he realized that she was stating the same damn thing over again. "Because if it is… Then we were right to break this off… If you're ashamed to be with me, than I understand, I really do. And—"

"Berry, will you shut up! Don't you ever stop talking? Stop making your damn assumptions, because just to let you know you're saying the most stupid shit I've ever heard." Puck yelled. His eyebrows pulled together as he turned around and looked down at the brunette. Fuck. Puck realized that he had hurt her feelings, and quickly said, "Sorry Rachel, just please listen to me… And you're not stupid for thinking things…"

Rachel closed her mouth, waiting for him to start. Puck squirmed uneasily. He wasn't really comfortable explaining his feelings, and this was one of those times where Puck honestly didn't know how to tell the truth. Taking a deep breathe, Puck began to explain his nightmare of the slushie attack on her. How he had felt so terrible afterwards, knowing that that was who he was before.

He also explained to her another reason why he was freaked out because of the possibility of that dream becoming reality. The two were of separate social status… If the old Puck suddenly came back and wanted dominance again, he would have to do just that to Rachel to be one of the guys again, and he knew for sure that there was no way in hell that he ever wanted to hurt her. He left out her two words towards him though.

Then told her that yes, he had feelings for Quinn before and yes, he did join Glee club to be with her, but those feelings were gone—he left out about the fact that it was his baby though, because it was best that Rachel not know about his betrayal to Finn and because Quinn wanted everyone to believe that it was Finn's.

It was probably the first time that Puck had ever told his feelings to anyone, and he was incredibly glad that it was Rachel who he had vented to. It was also the longest speech he had ever made and he felt dizzy from the continuous speaking because that was really Rachel's job between the two of them. She talked, he listened partially.

"…I…" Rachel was speechless and Puck just didn't know what to say to her anymore. It was one thing about a talkative Rachel, but a speechless one? During his speech, the two had drifted back to the dining table.

"It's fine, Berry… I was thinking and maybe… I'll take you up on that offer… Maybe we can be friends still." Puck smiled softly, hoping that everything was cleared up.

"I'd like that..." Rachel stated, smiling at him and getting up from her chair the same time that Puck did.

Puck couldn't believe what he had just heard. She was giving him another chance. Grinning, Puck closed the distance between them, putting his arms around her and pulling him to his body, crushing her beneath him in a great, big hug. He chuckled softly to himself as he realized that all these events had only happened in one day... How crazy... But then again, he was friends with Crazy Rachel Berry... But that didn't matter...

They were friends, he had Rachel again… It's a good way to start over, Puck thought as he held Rachel closer to him. Hopefully… You'll realize soon that… That I love you, Rachel Barbra Berry…

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Rachel was confused once again. After leaving the bleachers, she had gotten a ride from Mr. Schuester and was dropped off at her home. However, that wasn't what was bothering Rachel. In fact, it was Dinah Puckerman who was now the cause of her confusion—it was like the Puckermans had a thing for confusing her immensely. In desperation, Noah's mother had called her in hopes that she could babysit Leah for the day.

She didn't know how to say no to the woman, but of course Rachel was afraid that she would see Noah and after the conversation at the bleachers, she honestly did not want to help. But Rachel couldn't say no. The woman sounded like she was desperate, she even doubled the pay for the babysitting. Sighing, Rachel accepted the job, without the raise and hoped that Noah was nowhere near the confines of his own home…

After driving to the Puckerman household in her yellow Volkswagen, Rachel found herself setting up the ingredients for lasagna. Dinah was standing next to her, looking at her as if she was the most amazing person she had ever met.

"Oh thank you Rachel! I'm so sorry to have asked you late notice, but thank you!" Dinah proclaimed for the third time since Rachel had entered the home. It was the first time Rachel had entered Puck's home, however she had babysat Leah before, so there was no awkwardness or shyness towards each other.

"It's perfectly fine, Dinah." Rachel smiled at the woman, wondering how in the world Noah was related to such a nice person.

"Oh, believe me, when I see Noah, I'll make sure he apologizes to you." The doorbell rang and Dinah jumped, ready to attack her son. "Please, Rachel, I know that he may is now here, but could you please stay. Noah doesn't really cook, and I don't want him to burn the house down." She asked as she pulled her coat on.

"Sure, Dinah." Rachel smiled again, as Mrs. Puckerman headed to the door. The smile was wiped clean off as she realized the horror she had set herself upon.

An hour later…

Somehow, after a very awkward moment in Puck's kitchen and another awkward dinner which was filled thankfully of Leah's talk of Justin Bieber, Rachel was in Noah's arms. They were friends. She couldn't help but smile as she buried her head in his well built chest. Rachel had Noah as her friend… It felt good knowing that the awkwardness had faded away. She giggled at how it all happened in one day.

He had told her about the most absurd dream that he had of throwing a slushie in her face, and Rachel realized that the reason for his actions this morning—it was unbelievable how it was only this morning—was because he was afraid that she would leave him for his old mistakes... And she was exceptionally glad to hear that Puck had no feelings for Quinn which was a complete and utter plus. Rachel was glad she had a friend like Noah...

"NOAH!" The two jumped apart from the sweet moment to find Leah glaring at them, stamping her feet.

"What is it, squirt?" Noah looked at his sister, his arm around Rachel's shoulders.

"Don't you know anything about romance! When you get the girl, you're supposed to kiss her! Duh." Leah pouted as she looked from Puck to Rachel and back.

"Oh, no Leah… It's not like that. We're just friends." Rachel assured the girl as Noah groaned in embarrassment.

"Uh huh, sure. But just to let you know, when you two get married, I want my nephew to be named Elijah and if it's a girl, I want Joanna. So there." Leah walked away, leaving the two teens to gap at each other in surprise before bursting out laughing.

Rachel smiled as Noah rolled his eyes and said,

"She gets that from my mom, I swear. Now let's go, I'm gonna kick your ass at Call of Duty." He grinned, taking her hand and leading her to his room.

That day Rachel had lost a boyfriend, gained a friend and learned three things about Noah Puckerman:

They both liked lasagna and milk.

He was a great friend and he actually cared about her.

He was definitely unfair when it came to videogames.

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A/N: Phew, that was a long chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you finally understand why Puck freaked out after his nightmare. Also, I know that Rachel is a vegan, but I wanted to change a tid bit of the character. Honestly, it's not that big of a change, so bear with me. Please review and thanks again to those of you who have reviewed and alerted my story. It makes me all happy inside.