I'm back! In case you don't read my other story, I got back from my trip on the 8th and I have been very bad about not updating sooner. I also said I would update on the 10th and did not. Oops. I got very busy. I went and saw Glee 3D and became very jealous of all the people who got to touch Mark as he ran through the crowd sing "Fat Bottomed Girls". Lucky Biotches. Anyways...

Thanks reviewers and enjoy the update!

Rachel learned that it's very hard to pick a song to sing when you don't know any.

When Puck and Rachel had gotten home from school after Glee had been let out early so everyone could work on their performances, Rachel had told Puck she needed a nap and disappeared into her room. She had been listening to her iPod for about thirty minutes, and she still hadn't found any song that expressed what she was feeling.

To give her credit though, Rachel had over 27,000 songs.

She had started this little game with herself where she would randomly pick a song, imagine how it would sound, and then played it. Rachel surprised herself when she started sing the choruses to a couple of the songs.

But concerning her Glee project? Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada.

Argh! How many love songs are there? Rachel was getting a little more than aggravated, and it was worse because Puck wasn't there to comfort her.

Speaking of Puck, he was having his own difficulties picking out a song to sing to Rachel.

It seemed like he would find a great song, one that really expressed how he felt, and then he would come across one line that made it all wrong.

It also didn't help that he was at the school's library. He had returned to this hellhole after he couldn't figure out why Rachel's Internet at her house wasn't working. At the moment he felt like someone was watching him.

And that creeped him the fuck out.

One more thing that sucked about the library was no Rachel.

Puck suddenly heard laughter from the bookshelf behind him. He whipped around and there giggling like two little pansies were Sam and Mike.

"What do you two bastards want?" Puck asked them aggressively, hoping to distract them from how high he jumped when he heard them.

Mike was doubled over laughing and Sam started to pound him on the back when he couldn't get any air. "Dude," Mike wheezed, "you look scared shitless! You're as white as a ghost!"

Mike obviously thought this was the funniest thing ever said, and started another full on laugh attack, earning several shushes from other students and a disapproving look from the librarian.

"Ignore him. His ADHD is kicking in…" Sam stared at Mike before shaking his head.

"So, what are you guys doing here?" Puck asked.

"Mike tutors me in Math. What are you doing here?" Without warning, Sam reached over Puck and jostled the mouse attached to Puck's computer to bring it out of sleep mode. "Man, are you looking up love songs?"

This caught Mike's attention. "Are you looking up love songs for Rachel?"

"No! I-"

"Oh God man, you so are!" Mike and Sam bumped fists and then went back to looking through his history.

Sam studied the computer screen for another minute. "You must really like her. The old you would never sing a love song to a girl. Especially Rachel."

"There is nothing wrong with Rachel." Puck snapped at him, which only made him raise his eyebrows. "And what do you mean, the old me?"

"The old you, as in pre-Rachel." Mike told him as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"I'm not any different. We've only been hanging out for like two fucking days," Puck said, defending himself.

"No," Sam told him as if talking to a two year old. "You've been hanging since she fell down those stairs and can't remember your name!"

"Hey! That's not true! I stayed with her before I knew she had amnesia! And I liked her before that!" The librarian looked pissed about all the yelling.

Sam and Mike both looked at him with the same expression on their faces. The look said "you're and idiot", and "told you so".

Bastards. Puck just glared at them.

"So what if I like Rachel?" Puck grunted at them. He turned back towards his computer and continued to read song lyrics.

Sam threw his hands up in surrender. "Nothing is wrong with that, man. Her ass looked great in those jeans today."

Puck shot up and was suddenly in Sam's face. "If you ever talk about her like that again I swear…" Puck trailed off when he looked at Mike and saw him smirking behind his hand. Sam was openly smirking.

Realizing they were just trying to get a rise out of him, he sat back down with a huff, intent on finding a perfect song.

"Damn. You must really like her?" Mike stated it as a question and Puck thought over it before he answered.

"She's all I can think about. Jason Langford asked me today if I was gonna tap Danielle Shapero, and I told him she was too much of a whore! Me! I said that!" Puck's eyes were huge and he was poking himself in the chest.

"Aww, our little Puckerone is finally growing up," Sam pretended to gush to Mike.

"I know! It seems like only a week ago he was fucking half the Cheerios. Oh wait! He was!" Puck kicked Mike in the shins and glared at Sam.

"This is serious, guys," Puck looked both of them in the eyes.

"How serious? On a scale from Tina and I to Mr. Schue and that Holly chick." Mike asked him, thinking of their teacher and his flaky friend.

"Well I'm not ready to be popping out Asian babies, but I think I love her." Sam and Mike knew he was serious when he said love.

"Tina is not having a baby! But making a baby with Tina… that wouldn't be so bad…" Mike trailed off into his own fantasy and the other two boys wrinkled their noses up.

"Save that for when you're alone, Chang," Puck told him.

"If you love Rachel, than why are you wasting your time here? Do what you always do. Pull something out of your ass at the last minute and make her swoon." Sam told him as if he was the one failing math.

"Yeah, and make it Jewish. She loved "Sweet Caroline"." Mike added.

"I rehearsed that song for two fucking days!" Puck said defensively.

Sam rolled his eyes. "You've got time. When is Rachel performing hers?"

"I don't know man. Maybe tomorrow, or the next day. Oh God," Puck's eyes went wide again and he stopped talking. "What if she doesn't sing me a song? What if I get up there and look like a fucking idiot cause I'm singing her a song and then she sings something about a unicorn or some shit like that? Fuck!"

Mike and Sam stared at him like he grew another head or something. "Okay… first of all, I have never in my whole life heard a song about a unicorn. And second of all, don't stress it man. If she sings you a song, great, if she doesn't… than she doesn't." Sam shrugged like this was simple logic.

To Puck it sounded a lot like the noise that came out of his math teacher's mouth.

"Oh! I got it! Just let Rachel go first! Yeah! Practice two songs, and if she sings to you, serenade her. If not, sing the other one." Mike stuck his chest out like he had just won a Heisman.

"Great, Chang. Now I gotta find two songs!" Puck huffed and switched off the computer he was at. At the moment he just wished he could be with Rachel.

"Nope. Shut up. I'm a genius." Mike closed his eyes and shook his head.

Puck and Sam both smirked at him.

Sam sighed. "Just grow some balls, Puckerman. Sing her a song."

"Whatever, man. I'm going home," Puck pulled his bag off the back of his chair and walked towards an extremely red faced librarian sitting behind the front desk, gripping her stamper with hate in her eyes.

"Say hi to Rachel for us Puckie- Bear!" Sam taunted after him.

Puck flipped them a bird and walked out the doors, and headed in the direction that would lead him to Rachel.

At the house, Rachel was having a similar dilemma.

Every song was too this or too that. One wrong line could ruin a whole song!

Rachel was seriously about to just give up and Google something like "good love songs", when she found the one.

The name of the song is what caught her eye. It reminded her of Puck for some reason. She had also heard a couple songs by the same artist already, and those were all love songs.

The opening notes started to play and the first line captivated Rachel.

She knew she could sing him this song.

Puck still wasn't home yet and he had been gone for over an hour. She knew because she had heard his truck rumble away and had panicked. Rachel had thought that he was leaving her. After a quick phone call though and a promise to be back in no time, Rachel's fears were put to rest and she began to focus on the music again.

As Rachel listened to the song a second time, she couldn't believe her luck. It was almost too perfect to be true.

She quickly pulled up the karaoke version off of YouTube. She was about to open her mouth to sing, when she realized she had never heard herself before. Hopefully she was as good as everyone said she was.

Rachel looked down at the screen and realized she had missed her que. The music and lyrics were flashing by on the screen. She started the video over and sang.

To say she was surprised would be a vast understatement. Rachel was floored by her own ability to hit every note with power and a plentiful amount of air.

This was going to be a piece of cake.

Puck was driving back to Rachel's house from the school when the song came on the radio. It was by pure coincidence, but it was perfect. Like seriously perfect. There were guitar chords and everything in the background. And it was by a Jewish artist.

It really doesn't get better.

As Puck listened to the lyrics, he knew it was going to be pretty ballsy. To get up in front of the whole Glee Club and sing this song was going to take some guts.

Good thing he was a stud.

Rachel heard Puck's truck rattle into her driveway and she quickly shut off her music. This was going to be a surprise.

She ran downstairs to meet him halfway as she heard the motor cut off.

When he saw her, his eyes lit up and he jumped out of the car.

Rachel ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck. Even though he had only been gone for a little over two hours, it felt like longer.

Puck looked down at her. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Rachel looked into his eyes when she replied, "I did."

They stood in her driveway wrapped in each other until the sun fell behind the trees and they were covered in darkness.

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Don't know when I will update this story next... hopefully I'll find some time in the week. If not, look forward to something this weekend.

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xoxo Brooke