Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did Mark Salling wouldn't even know what a shirt was. Haha.

A/N: I'm sorry to announce that, until I am able to buy Glee on DVD, this will be the last chapter for quite a while.

The only thing that could possibly make this moment worse was if it had been Rachel Berry tossing the slushie into his face. Corn syrup scorched his eyes as Rachel gently pulled him towards the boys locker room, she swung the door open and called inside.

"Is there anyone in here?"

When no one replied she tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. She lead him through the quiet room and guided him to the sinks in the back. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and for a moment he thought he might get laid right then, but he noticed that she was on the edge of crying. She undid the last button, he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders, she sniffled softly, and he caught her wrists in his hands. His eyes stared intently into hers (This isn't your fault) and she smiled sadly and turned to the row of lockers closest to them.

Noah watched as she pulled a cloth from the locker labeled Puckerman. He couldn't even bring himself to smirk when he saw the way her skirt revealed her thighs when she bent over. He knew that the slushies were cruel, but he had no idea how absolutely humiliating they were. I'm never going to do that ever again, to anyone. Ever. He promised to himself.

Rachel tilted his head back into the sink. Noah closed his eyes as the warm water rushed from the faucet. Rachel kissed his lips softly before she dabbed the wet cloth on his face.

His scalp tingled as her fingers worked over his skin. "You're pretty good at this." he said glancing at her.

Rachel had managed to placate her face. "I've had a lot of practice." She said "You're actually a lot luckier than me and Quinn. You're head is shaved."

"I'm really sorry I ever did this to you."

"It's okay." she replied softly.

Leaving the towel on the ground Noah pulled her into his lap. "No, it isn't. No one deserves this feeling." He said. "You know what the worst part is? It's not the burning in your eyes or the way the slushie drips all the way into your underpants. It's the humiliation." He said sincerely. He couldn't let her see how angry he was so he did the only thing he knew how, he lied. "I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment."

Noah realised his mistake and quickly recovered. "Rachel, I'm sorry, but today when the clock strikes 3:30..." His heart dropped thinking about the choice he was going to have to make between Glee and football.

"You're choosing football over Glee, which probably means we can't be together anymore." She finished. Part of her was hoping he wouldn't, but she had quickly denied it entry into her heart.

"Yes. Damn, I feel like such a bad Jew."

Rachel kissed Noah's forehead and stood from his lap. Noah caught her at the door and captured her lips with his own. It wasn't like before, it was soft and tender. Noah wrapped his body around hers protectively and caressed her curves. A constricting feeling throbbed in his chest as his body pulled her closer. Rachel felt strangely complete as Noah kissed her, her hands barely able to grip his midsection.

"Thank you Rachel." He whispered in her ear and disappeared through the door.

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They all watched on bated breath as the seconds tick by

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He watched nervously as Matt and Mike entered the room. He thought about Rachel. He thought about Quinn. He thought about his child. No fucking way I'm going to miss one Goddamn minute, He thought before taking a deep breath and strolling through the door to the choir room.

Rachel smiled broadly and stepped from the group. "Are you sure about this, Noah?" She asked soberly. "I mean choosing us over the team means you might get a slushie in your face every day."

Noah gazed quickly at the Glee club his eyes resting shortly on Quinn. "Bring it." He told her

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He looked at Quinn as he embraced Rachel; I'm going to be here, no matter what.

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Rachel saw Finn as she conversed with Kurt, and she saw the cup. She stepped back quickly when she realised Finn's intentions.

"Do it." Kurt said bravely.

"I really don't want to honestly." He confessed. "I know how picky you are about what products you put on your face."

Stunned, Kurt replied. "But you've been getting so much pressure from the gorillas on the football team."

Finn nodded and Kurt continued. "I guess they didn't appreciate my resigning from the team and choosing Glee."

"Probably would have went over better if you hadn't announced it in the shower." Finn admitted.

Rachel was staring at the interaction in horror when Mercedes in and Tina arrived. "You are not gonna slushie on my man Kurt." She threateningly."

"Why not?" Rachel answered venomously. "He's made his choice. He doesn't care about us losers anymore." Is that what you think of us? She thought. Is that what you think of Noah?

"Nah, that's not true." He defended. "It's just if I don't do it the guys on the team are gonna kick the crap out of me." Finn felt desperate, and like he was being stretched in a million different directions by a million different Aston Martins DB5's. The good one's would be white and the bad one's would be red. Red was for evil.

"Well, we can have that can we?" Kurt said and grabbed the cup from Finn's hand.

"What are you doing?" Finn's anxiety escaping him.

Kurt looked reproachfully at Finn. "It's called taking one for the team." He replied. Kurt slammed his eyes shut and tossed the slushie in to his face. Everyone watching took an automatic step back in surprise. Kurt stared angrily at Finn and wiped corn syrup from his eyes. "Now get out of here and take some time to think whether or not your friends on the football team would have done that for you." he said and handed the cup back to Finn.

Finn stumbled blindly in shock away from them, the cup sticky against his palm. He faintly heard Kurt ordering to be taken to a day spa before he made it around the corner. I think I made the wrong choice. He thought before Karofsky punched him in the arm.

"Nice job Finn!"

"Thanks." Finn replied dumbly before stepping around him, only to be confronted by Puck.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He said angrily.

"I, uh. I'm not sure." He said.

"Dude. You know how much it sucks to have a slushie tossed in your face. Why would you do it to Beyonce?"

"Beyonce?"

"Kurt, you idiot. He's your teammate."

Suddenly, Finn was angry. Hadn't Puck told him that there was no way he was ever going to choose Glee over football, yet here he was, attacking him. "What does it even even matter to you. Kurt isn't my teammate, and neither are you. Not since you chose Homo Explosion."

Puck just about punched Finn in the face right there, but Quinn and Brittany appeared from around the corner and he stopped himself. Quinn would never let him be the father of his child if she thought he was too violent. Quinn spotted Finn and hurt flashed across her eyes. Finn stepped forward awkwardly, but she side-stepped him quickly and rounded the next corner.

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Puck watched and smirked at Finn before following Brittany and Quinn.

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He knew that Rachel escaped to the bleachers beside the football field. He did sometimes too. It was usually at night, when everything was quiet, and he could be totally alone. It was a mistake to be here now. The sounds of the game made him feel lonely.

He heard her walking towards him and he refused to look at her, because she might be able to figure it out if he did.

"Do you miss it?" she asked, sounding just as sad as he felt.

"Hell no." He replied too quickly.

"I hope you didn't choose Glee over football because of me." She said. Rachel thought her heart might break if he had.

"Why?" he asked.

Rachel wasn't prepared the the emotions that washed over her at his simple question. "Because I don't think this relationship is going to work out." She couldn't tell him that she felt exposed when he was around her in public. She just wanted to be two broken people, a little more whole, and a secret.

"It's cool." he said calmly, "I was going to break up with you anyways."

"No, you weren't."

"Yes. I was. You won't even let me touch your boobs." He said, forgetting to mention that he done a little more than touching and more than once. "He's never going to leave Quinn." He said, hoping to open up an old wound. "Not with that baby in her belly." Not with my baby in her belly.

"You like her don't you? I can see you staring at her while I'm staring at Finn." She didn't mention the real father of Quinn's unborn child. "Is that why you joined Glee?" She questioned. "To be closer to her?"

"Like I said, they're never breaking up." Anger was boiling below his skin. "God. What's wrong with me?" He asked. "I'm a stud and I can't even hold onto a chick like you." He said. "No offense." He added quickly. "Why don't girls like me?" He wasn't sure if he was asking Rachel or himself.

"Because you're kind of a jerk. No offense." she replied. "I just think you want it too much, which is something I can relate to. I want everything too much." Rachel thought of her goals, her friends, and her entire life style, and suddenly it all felt like reaching. "Our relationship is built on a fantasy, like every other one in my life." Rachel fought back the tears and quickly covered her thoughts. She couldn't let him know how much he meant to her, even if it was nonsense. "I think I agreed to us being together because I thought it would make Finn jealous." Rachel grabbed his shoulder, desperate for warmth. "I just hope we can still be friends."

Puck shrugged her hand off of his shoulder. "We weren't friends before." He spat back at her.

He stalked away from the bleachers mentally hitting himself. He didn't even stop when he heard her say. "We could be." to herself.

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Rachel watched as Mr. Schuester and Finn tossed the football back and forth to each other, their words drifting to her in the breeze, and she knew that she was watching a turning point in Finn's life.

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Noah on the worn couch in his basement watching Fight Club for the millionth time, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He thought it might be Rutherford, asking again if it really was okay that he was dating Santana.

The number was blocked. Rutherford never blocked his number, and it was a picture message. Curious, he opened the message only to see a silhouette of a very naked Rachel Berry. Her back was arched making the curve of her ass look particularly inviting to his impatient hands.

He was interrupted by a text message. *My fathers are still not home, and I require your assistance.*

Noah smirked happily and jumped from the couch. Maybe Rachel Berry was crazy, but if she kept up like this, he might just go crazy with her.