"I'm your big brother," Noah Puckerman scoffs. "I have an obligation to take care of you."

Rachel Berry rolls her eyes before responding.

"Okay, like you even know what obligation means."

"I totally do. My parole officer got me a tutor since "hanging with the 'crip'" isn't community service," He grumbles. He was helping wheels out so much, teaching him all about life and stuff. But apparently his officer thought that was some ghetto gang out here in Lima instead of a kid in an actual cripple. So instead of his easy way out of picking up garbage, he got that AND the wheelchair kid became his tutor. And it isn't about life. It's all about geometry and English.

"Well I'm appalled that it took jail time and probation to get you to actually learn a simple word."

Rachel had never been fond of her brother's reputation. He was classified as the number one bad ass at William McKinley High School since they moved here. And that was merely two weeks ago.

"I know you're pissed that we had to move here. But this is a wakeup call, Berry! If Jesse really was loyal then you wouldn't be having doubts about your relationship," He says matter of factly.

Yet again, Rachel rolls her eyes at her imbecile of a step brother. And yes, she is pissed that her daddy and dad made her move out here to Lima, Ohio from her home state New York. Everything she's ever wanted, Jesse and Broadway, are in that state. But Noah had to rob that gas station and get in big trouble, causing her dads' to decide to move to the country and try to straighten him out.

"Send him off to the military, or space, or SOMETHING ELSEWHERE INSTEAD OF MAKING ALL OF US MOVE TO OHIO," She had thrown a tantrum to her Daddy.

Rachel has every right to be upset about this. She didn't even ask for him to be her brother. His father was a late coming out gay and her father (whom adopted her from her birth mother) had fallen in love at a law firm they both worked for. Now they run the law firm together and are married, madly in love, and raising two seventeen year olds.

When she met Noah for the very first time she thought he was a jerk. His lifestyle was so different than hers.

"What is that on your head?" She shrieked, pointing at the dark strip across the smooth white scalp.

"It's a Mohawk, Berry!" He defends.

"You look like a skunk!" She scoffs.

"And you're a little oompa loompa."

And he was a jerk. It's not her fault that she still had that layer of baby fat. But he really does mean good. He takes good care of me and our dads' and even though he's some sex fiend with an extremely colorful vocabulary, she still loves him.

"Jesse loves me. He says so all the time."

But even when Rachel says this, her voice falters. Just like her heart, mind, and soul do. To be honest, she doesn't even really love Jesse the way her Dad loves her Daddy, or the way the people in the movies love each other.

But she does love him. Maybe she's just not in love with him.

Rachel first met Jesse at an off-Broadway audition for West Side Story. Of course she was auditioning for Maria. And she sang "Tonight" perfectly, actually hitting every note unlike that Jenna girl who couldn't dare reach the high F.

While most the others who auditioned went home after their performances, Rachel stayed to see if she had any competition and if she did get the part, which she knew she had it in the bag, to see if the male lead would be able to keep up with her vocally.

"I'm Jesse St. James and I will be auditioning for the role of Tony," His voice rings out loud and articulates, much like her own.

When he starts singing in his perfect tenor voice, she's over the moon. Not only is this boy extremely talented but he is also very handsome. His light brown hair and icy blue eyes. Everything seemed so dreamy. It's as if Rachel was actually Maria and he was actually Tony and he was singing and confessing his love for her.

Before she knew it he was done and he was leaving. She jumped up on her feet and clapped her hands excitedly. But he didn't notice her. Or at least she had thought.

Jesse, at last minute, glanced over his shoulder towards where the sound of clapping had come from.

A mousy brown haired girl in a short plaid skirt, white knee highs, penny loafers, and a blazer jumped up and down, smacking her mini hands together. She has this gigantic mouth with a pearly white harbor and the full lips are curled up into a smile.

He offers his own small smile but turns around quickly. He doesn't have time for fans.

Rachel ended up being called back to play Maria and Jesse did land the part as Tony. This led to them bonding and they seemed to have everything in common. One thing Rachel has never liked about Jesse is the way he always tries to one up everything she does. Like for instance, when she shared that she was in her first dance competition at three months, he retorted that he was the Gerber baby when he was in the womb, a picture of his sonogram in one of the commercials.

But over time Jesse finally asked Rachel out and she couldn't have been happier. Her daddy had always told her that she will find her soul mate one day, and when she does, she'll just know it's him. Well, it has to be Jesse, than doesn't it? They are so much alike they could be twins!

They dated since they were fifteen and when Rachel was seventeen and found out that she was moving to Ohio, Jesse was not happy at all. He even got violent with her. Grabbing her wrist and squeezing it tight enough for tears to form in her eyes. His words had slashed right through her.

She's a smart girl, so she called things off with him. But when she got to her new house in Lima, he had called her and serenaded her with a Barbra song and they made up. But ever since then things had been off. They barely talk and when they do it is short lived.

Noah catches on easily to this. He isn't going to let some douche bag of a guy mess with his little sis. No fucking way! He's threatened this guy before about treating her right and that he better not deflower her. Rachel had been upset with that after she found out.

"You deflower girls all the time!" She screeches.

"That's different, Berry!" He waved his hands around.

"First, stop calling me Berry. I've legally been a Puckerman for nine years and we're sixteen. I think that the whole calling people by their last names is totally juvenile. Second, how is that any different? The only difference is that Jesse loves me."

"He doesn't love you," Puck scoffs. "And it's only different because you're better than all of those girls, BERRY. Why do you think you're still a virgin? You're not some easy girl who will give it all up to some good looking guy."

She smiled softly.

"You really think I'm better than all those girls? I mean, I'm nothing special-."

"Berry, you're everything."

And the conversation had ended at that.

But now Noah can see that this asshole is just stringing along his sister. No matter how much Rachel believes it, he can see that St. Jackass doesn't love her and that he's using her. For what, he has no clue. They live hundreds, maybe thousands, of miles apart. She can't give him anything.

"Yeah, whatever, Rach, believe what you want. I'm just telling you the truth. He does not love you."

"You don't know anything, Noah."

And with that she stands up and leaves the family room, stomping downstairs to the Oscar awards viewing room.

He gets upstairs to his bedroom and drops down onto his plush mattress.

When will his sister get her head out of her pert ass and face reality?

Rachel sits down in the living room and listens to her best of Barbra, sides A and B, CD's.

When will her brother stop being such a Neanderthal and see that things between her and Jesse are serious and real?