Hello! This story is my first finished Glee story on FF and I'm happy that so many people liked it. From this point on I leave it to the readers to come up with a sequel or an idea how the story should have ended.

Enjoy the ending :D

Why And How to Make Him Love Me

Burst Out

Rachel was thinking.

Well, she is doing that her whole life actually – so let's just say that she was deep in thoughts, not even noticing the wall she was about to collide into.

''Uff…'' she gasped as she kissed the cold wall and tried to not lose balance. She quickly pushed herself off and looked around if anyone saw.

Of course no one did.

It was so early in the morning that there was no person there. The school was completely empty.

''Good.'' She mumbled satisfied and started walking again.

So…

She was deep in thoughts again. Trying to understand what happened yesterday. Like the whole week she avoided Noah as the plague, but it seemed he started chasing after her – or something. Did she imagine the point when her Glee-mates tried to hold her back for him?

Could be.

Did she imagine the moment in which the boy of her dreams pushed her against the locker and was about to kiss her?

No.

That really did happen.

It made her happy and for a moment she let herself smile like a goofy child – but then she remembered that everything could be all about the list she lost and that all this could be just a game.

They would not do that to her, would they?

They were her friends.

Rachel sat down on the floor with a sigh and leaned with her back at the row of lockers. She pulled her legs up, bended her knees and leaned her head on them.

She was such a mess.

It was the last day of the week and she felt like years went by since she lost that dumpy-ass list. Why in the world did she make it, she had no idea. All it brought her was worry and fear for her dear last months in high-school.

It was stupid and she all but wanted to disappear.

She sighed again and rummaged through her bag. She pulled her I-Pod out and put her favourite music on, just to make herself feel better.

Of course it did not work.

Like the drama queen she was, she felt like the end of the world was approaching her and she had a hard time to accept her destiny as a humiliated freak.

She lost herself in her pathetic sorrow and self-pity for so long that she did not notice some students walk past her, giving her strange looks for sitting there like a heap of misfortune.

It was not until a well-known voice brought her back to the earth.

''Berry? For fucks sake, what are you doing?''

Rachel looked up and came face to face with an annoyed Santana Lopez. She quickly pulled away her I-Pod, pushed it into her bag and got up as fast as she could.

''Oh, um…'' she looked around confused. Did she sit around for so long?

''Good morning, Santana. How are you.'' Like the polite girl she was, she ignored her rude question and smiled at the taller girl.

Santana just rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue: ''Yeah yeah, good, whatever. So what's the deal with you, hobbit.''

Rachel looked at her in confusion: ''What do you mean?''

''I mean what do you and that mother-fucking-asshole have that made him stop coming around for like two months now?''

''I don't understand.''

''Don't joke, midget. That blockhead hasn't got any since, I don't know, spring, and now you two are like wolf and the red riding hood.''

''Um…''

''Oh, hey you two!'' Quinn called when she entered the school and walked towards the dark-haired girls.

''Morning Quinn.'' Said Rachel and blinked in confusion. Why in the world are those two talking to her like they were – I don't know – best friends forever?

''Yo, Blondy.'' Was Santana's only reply.

When Quinn stopped next to them she noticed the strange atmosphere between them and looked at both of them in confusion. ''What's up?''

Santana shrugged: ''I'm just asking the diva here what's up with her and that mohawk-jerk. The asshole got quite perky and is ditching his crew the whole time. And now this week…'' she pointedly looked at Rachel and glanced at Quinn, smirking lightly and fidgeting in anticipation. The cheerios were about to get through.

Quinn quickly realized what Santana was doing and composed herself: ''That's true…'' she told them, faking the absent-minded expression on her face.

''He really did become strange. Not particularly this week – but it was strange though; looking for you the whole time and ditching classes to wait at the corner for you-'' at that, Rachel's eyes widened and started to shine like stars.

''-but it's been months since he got some action, isn't it?'' Quinn looked at Santana in question and the other girl just nodded.

''He also became very rude; I mean, girls love him and he flirts with them, but then he just walks away, not even asking for a name or something.'' Quinn continued, making Rachel gasp.

''And he's such a wanabe! I mean shit – he could just say that he's off the market or something and not ignoring all the offers.'' Santana continued and glanced somewhere over Rachel's shoulder. She smirked.

''What's going on with the two of you?'' she finally asked Rachel directly and made her flinch.

''What are you talking about?'' Rachel looked around, trying to get herself out of here. There were more and more students in the hall and she had a hard time to even see anything because she was so short.

''I'm asking why that freak of a mohawk is such a pussy these days? Is he on drugs or something?'' And that finally got Rachel annoyed.

''Of course that is not true! Noah Puckermann might be a very rude and self-cantered boy sometimes, but as far as I know him, he is very nice and gentle; if you only give him a chance to be. And frankly, I happen to like this side of him.'' Rachel explained fast and was not aware of the looks of the two girls, which went from her to someone behind her.

It was not before he stood an inch behind her that she felt his presence and froze on the spot.

''Was that a confession?'' he asked surprised, while looking down on her from the side.

Rachel panicked, as her heart stopped beating for a moment. He was too close. Way too close. And she had huge problems with breathing. She took hold of herself, stepped away, saying loudly: ''I have no idea what you are talking about!'' before making few steps away. She did not come far because a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Puck saw her shocked expression, but did not wait for anything else. He pulled her with him, pushed some students away and stalked into a classroom.

''Out!'' he called and glared at the few teenagers that were already sitting behind their desks.

Just one look at him and the shrieking girl behind him made them jump out of the classroom. Puck pushed Rachel in and closed the door behind them.

''N-noah?'' Rachel brought out of herself, shocked and confused. The boy finally let her go and went sitting on one of the tables. His legs were each on one chair and he leaned with his elbow on his knees, his chin on his fisted hands. He looked at her somehow in between glaring and studying.

Rachel did not know what to do, so she turned to the door and tried to open it. But as soon she reached for the handle and tried to open the door, she noticed that that was not possible.

''What the-''

''Stay in there Berry!'' called Santana's voice from the other side and Rachel furiously played with the handle.

''What is going on? Let me out!'' she screamed and banged on the door. She could hear many voices on the other side and when she finally looked through the door window, she gasped – the students which Puck threw out of the class were all standing in front of the door and listening. And if that was not enough, Rachel also noticed at least hundred other students who watched what was going on. All in all, the crowd in front of the door was getting bigger and bigger, and Rachel gave up the thought of escaping at all.

''You two start making out, because the fucking ST is gonna kill us all, Berry!'' exclaimed Santana from the other side and kicked the door for emphasis.

''What ST are you talki-''

''Sexual tension…'' Puck mumbled from behind her, but Rachel did not turn around.

''Rachel.'' Interrupted Quinn and tried to calm her down. ''It's gonna be ok. You two just- just talk. We'll let you out after that.'' She explained, but that did not calm Rachel down. If what, it made her even more nervous.

Rachel stiffened and gulped down her tears. She did not want to talk to him. She did not want to talk to him at all. She just wanted to run away, hide in her room and forget about him and everyone involved.

She took deep breaths and put her hand over her front head. Cursing under her breath she leaned her head on the door and was drowning herself in self-pity. In her mind she screamed for him to just disappear; that this would be a nightmare and that she would wake up any minute. She hoped he would just walk away.

But he had other plans of course. He came to stand behind her and cornered her to the door. She quickly turned around and squeaked as she noticed how near he was. The noise outside the class was soon forgotten and the only thing Rachel was able to hear right now was his fast breathing.

His face was very close and his green eyes watched her, trying to figure out why she looked like she was about to cry any second now.

He put a hand next her head and the other to gently brush her cheek. She breathed very fast and loud and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She was not able to say anything and that gave him the chance to talk.

''Rachel, why are you avoiding me?'' he asked and she just nervously and with big eyes shook her head in a ''No, I'm not''.

He smiled and took a deep breath. She smelled so good.

He pulled out the list from his back jeans pocket and pinned it with his hand next to her head to the door. Rachel's eyes grew big when she looked at the paper from the side. Her breath itched and she gulped hard. Her eyes were already wet and ready to let out all the tears in the world.

Her body was so tense and she was so afraid of what might happen next that she could not hear or see anything beside him.

''I found this a few days ago. I think it belongs to you.'' The boy told her gently, watching her blush and shake in anticipation.

She furiously shook her head in ''No, it doesn't.'', but he did not believe her.

''It's your handwriting.''

She finally found her voice, but it was soft like she was afraid if she spoke louder, she might cry: ''It could be anyone's. I'm not the only one writing like this.''

He caressed her cheek again and Rachel honestly did not know what was going on.

''No, it's only you who would have made a list with coloured words, big letters, and underlined topics; and actually - only you would have made such a list.'' He grinned and watched her.

''You can't know that.'' She told him angrily. Who was he to know anything about her? He did not even notice her before the list.

''But I know it was you. I saw it fall from your hands. The only question is, who is it about? Is it me?'' he asked her cheekily and she could only blink her tears away. This was just too embarrassing. She should have never written that list. She should have never tried to get Noah Puckerman to like her. It only leads to humiliation and losing one's pride.

That was it…

This was her end.

He horrible high school days will be even uglier from this point on.

She wants to die…

Emo…

He already knew the answer. She was just to obvious. He leaned forward, gently brushing their lips and whispering: ''I like you.'' And then he kissed her.

Loud cheering could be heard from the other side of the door – some of the students actually looked from time to time through the door window and finally saw them kissing. They did not actually know what they were talking about but the view was perfect.

Puck gently nipped at Rachel's lip and made her gasp, letting his tongue in – he found hers and made her kiss him back. With his free hand he went through her hair and pulled her head closer, not letting her back off. The list soon fell from his other hand to the floor.

Rachel moaned softly and slowly slid with her hands up his chest where she grabbed his shirt and roughly pushed him away.

''No no no. Don't play with me!'' she screamed and held her hands in front of her face, trying to hide her blushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Puck tottered back, catching his balance in the last second and looked at her in confusion. He watched her move away to make as much space between them as possible.

He watched her sniff and turn away and that finally made him angry.

''I'm not playing you, dammit! I'm fucking serious!'' he followed her, grabbed her arm and made her turn around again.

''How can someone like you like someone like me?'' she explained in defeat, still holding the back side of her other hand in front of her nose and lips, trying to hide her expression.

''What's that supposed to mean?''

''You-'' she averted her eyes, but gathered her courage again and glared at him.

''You're-'' she looked him up and down; from his green eyes, down to his muscled body and up again. ''…Perfection…and I'm…''

''The fuck you are! You're the star here not me!'' He stepped closer only to make her step back.

''Rachel, I'm not just crushing on you and I don't just like you. I'm fucking deep down in hell in love with you!''

''You are?''

''Of course for Christ's sake! Why don't you believe me!''

''Well, judging your past actions and the amount of girls always around you…''

''Gaahh! You're making me pull out my hair, woman!''

''You don't have hair!''

''Exactly! That's says something!''

There was silence. Eyes glancing at each other. And fingers itching to touch.

''You're serious?''

''Yes, Jahwe!'' he called and threw his arms up in the air in frustration.

''I fell for you! I like you! I'm in love with you for fucking hell! Would you finally say 'me too' and become my girlfriend!''

Rachel's face was as bright as the sun and a smile slowly made its way over her face. Puck slapped his hand over his face in embarrassment and joy for being able to look at such a beautiful girl.

''Ugh… You actually made me say everything! Fuck…'' He pulled at her hand and she finally let him.

''You cheeky little-'' was the only thing he brought out, after he grinned at her. Rachel pulled him down and kissed his open mouth with such venom that he had to try very hard not to moan like a girl.

Finally she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer and stood on her toes to be taller. He hugged her with one hand around her back and with the other he held her cheek and caressed her skin as gently as possible. His raged hormones screamed at him to just grab her and take her, but he knew that Rachel is a girl he respects more than anything else.

He would not destroy what he got a minute ago just for trying something she would not necessarily like.

Maybe after few months…

She moaned softly and made that crazy thing with her tongue that made him moan back.

Or in a couple of days – would it be bad if he tried it then?

She gasped when his hand came dangerously near the side of her chest, but she did not pull away. He did not go further – she trusted him he would wait.

Maybe a couple of hours?

''They're making out, aren't they?''

''Open the fucking door! I have to save Berry from that beast!''

''They're together!''

Loud screams and whistles came from the other side of the door and many steps of moving away and trying to open the door could be heard – Rachel and Puck quickly turned their heads to the door and watched the circus in the hall through the door window.

''Let me through! I need pictures for my blog!'' screamed Jacob and that was what made the two teens move.

''They're trying to get us.'' Commented Puck and looked at Rachel. She on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear and had her cheeks as red as tomatoes.

Puck smiled at her and kissed her one more time before they both ran to the window.

''You think this is safe?'' she asked while he opened the window and sat on its edge.

''Pff… Trust me. It's not the first time I jumped out. The ground is just a meter below.'' He jumped out and landed on his feet, waiting for the girl to do the same.

''They're trying to escape!'' came from the almost open door and Rachel quickly sat on the edge and jumped into Puck arms. He caught her by her waist and made her chest slide over his before her feet gently touched the ground.

They laughed when the door burst open and the students ran towards the window, making pictures of them running away to the parking lot.

''Will it be a problem if you skipped a day?'' Puck asked her before they climbed into his truck.

Rachel looked at him, her eyes shining and her lips in a huge smile. ''Nah… It's my first time skipping. I think there's no problem.

And off they were, leaving behind a screaming and whistling horde of teenagers, trying to get as many pictures as possible.

Jacob even ran after them.

HIs blog was full of details and pictures of the pair in the evening, describing exactly what has happened that day. Of course the rumoured list that Rachel made has never been found – no one actually thought about looking at the classroom's floor where it lied until the mass of people ran over it and destroyed it.

The story how the two came together was written in Rachel's biography ten years later – the author the one and only Jacob Ben Israel. He included some of the most beautiful pictures of the rock star Noah Puckerman and the famous Broadway star Rachel Berry in their romantic moments. No one knew how many picture of them he actually made and no one actually knew how he made them.

Rachel and Puck knew they had to stay on his good side if they wanted to prevent him from posting any other pictures that might reveal a bit too much for the public taste. What Jacob was doing was not actually legal – but he did a god job at making them famous…

At least they could give him the opportunity to become one of the most popular paparazzi in the world.

Advice?

Beware of Jacob.