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A Rachel/Puck fic.

Chapter Twenty.

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Disclaimer: See all previous chapters.

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A/N: And for the last time: You guys are completely and utterly amazing! You've made me smile and laugh with all of your colorful and enthusiastic reviews. I wouldn't have been able to update this story so fast if you guys hadn't given me the encouragement and inspiration to do it. You rock! I only hope this ending is good enough for you!

It's sad to see this story go, it's been so much fun to write. But, I've already started my next story, and I plan on doing the spin-off for this story soon as well.

So, without much further babbling, here's the next and last chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!


Rachel sat with Puck on the bleachers, dressed in her Cheerios outfit, but with the sleeves on as it was a slightly cooler night than the last game she'd been to. She wore glitter and pink lip-gloss to match the other girls, and stretched out her legs in front of her.

"It's gonna be a good game," she told him. "I can feel it."

He smirked. "Definitely."

"You should probably be warming up," she told him, fidgeting a little on his lap.

"Probably," he agreed.

She looked at him curiously. "Is there something that girlfriends usually do in these situations ... to bring their boyfriends luck? Not that you need luck, but if you thought it would be at all helpful, and if there was something that I should be doing, I would be more than happy to do it. I'm just not sure what it would -"

Puck put an end to her rambling with a hard kiss.

He held her to his body, wrapping her tightly in his arms until she sighed against him, and he knew she'd worked out her stress.

He pulled back, keeping his face close to look her in the eye. "That's all the luck I need," he told her.

She smiled, effectively silenced, but happy nonetheless.

"Whatever I can do to help," she finally mumbled out, kissing him once more.

He picked her up, setting her down slowly before ending the kiss. "Okay, now I really do have to go warm up."

She nodded. "Good luck. Have fun. Kick butt. All those things."

He rolled his eyes at her. "I think I'd prefer to kick ass, Berry."

She followed him down the bleachers until they reached the locker room, and she met up with the other Cheerios. They stuck their heads far enough in the locker room to shout out, "Whoo! Go McKinley!" before making their way to the field for their pre-game stretches.

As they got their muscles ready for a night of bouncing around and cheering, Rachel saw a few cars pull into the far side of the parking lot, along with a car that she recognized as Owen's.

Let the games begin, she thought dramatically.


They had sufficiently riled up the crowd with their pre-game routine, and the first quarter had resulted in a 7-7 tie. She shook her pom-poms encouragingly at Puck where he sat on the bench, half-listening to Tanaka, half-staring at her and undressing her with his eyes.

She felt herself grow warm at the heat in his eyes, but she chuckled, waggling her finger at him discouragingly and pointing for him to pay attention. He did so grudgingly.

She allowed her eyes to flicker across the field to the other group of players, and found Owen staring at her as well, though with a much heavier expression on his face. Rage, perhaps, mixed with jealousy.

Rachel sighed. She knew that Puck could take care of himself, and she was really annoyed with Owen for thinking he still had a chance with her, but that didn't mean she wanted either of them getting hurt. Well ... she wouldn't mind if Owen got a little roughed up, but only enough to get it through his head that he was acting like a petulant child.

The game recommenced, and Rachel cheered on the McKinley boys.

The score went back and forth. Sometimes McKinley was ahead, sometimes the Oaklanders managed to scrape a touchdown in by the skin of their necks.

It was a very intense game. She'd never seen "her" guys play with such passion and purpose before. True, she'd only been to a handful of games, but still ... it was quite a sight to behold.

By the end of the second half, the score was 27 for McKinley and 29 for Oakland.

Thus far, Owen and Puck hadn't been in the position to "face off" against each other, as Owen was on the offensive line, as was Puck, but as they lined up for the beginning of the third quarter, Rachel saw him jog onto the field, on the defensive side.

She glanced at Quinn nervously. Puck was usually on the offensive line, but as he had the quickest feet and was one of the best tacklers on the team, Tanaka sometimes put him on the defensive side as well, if he felt they were falling behind.

Evidently, now was one of those times.

She dutifully cheered him on, but inside she was worrying. Even from the sidelines she could see the two boys eyeing each other maliciously.

The snap came, and the boys were off. Owen raced through the mob of players, charging down the field for a pass. Puck followed after him, his eyes on his target.

Owen caught the ball and kept running, Puck hot on his heels.

Rachel watched with tense concern and heightened interest as Puck advanced closer and closer. 10 yards away from the end-zone, Puck threw himself at Owen's middle, tackling him to the ground. He fumbled the ball, and Puck just barely managed to wrap his hands around it, drawing it to his body and holding it firm.

The crowd behind them erupted in hollers and cheers, and Rachel jumped up and down with them. She Owen get up and try to start a fight with Puck, but his teammates pulled him back.

For his part Puck didn't go after him, which made Rachel smile. While he'd obviously been itching to knock him down, he had restrained himself when it came to an all-out confrontation.

They play continued, and Puck remained on the field. She was impressed with his stamina. She felt a shiver run through herself at that thought, but forced herself to keep her focus on the game.

McKinley managed to score another two touchdowns in the third quarter, bringing the score up to 41-32.

Tanaka kept Puck on the defensive line while they were ahead, not wanting to give Oakland a chance to score. Puck held up his end, making like a wrecking ball for any player who had the ball.

Finally, the last couple minutes of the game were upon them, and Rachel was squealing like a girl. McKinley had never played such a great game, and she wanted them to win big.

The Cheerios started up a cheer, "Go-McKinley-Go! Go-McKinley-Go!" and the crowd behind them joined in, standing in their seats. A lot could happen in two minutes, but they were on fire.

The ball was intercepted, but the offending player was knocked down before he could make much headway. Unfortunately, he managed to hold onto the ball.

Puck made his way back onto the field with the defensive line, itching to let loose. He stared down Owen from where he stood, shifting on the balls of his feet.

He distinctly heard the ball hit the quarterback's outstretched hands, and he kept his eyes peeled for a runner.

As predicted, Owen took off, and Puck ran after him.

He chuckled as he realized that he actually had to slow down so that he wouldn't catch him too early.

As a result, the quarterback over-threw the ball. Puck slowed his pace as he watched the ball soar over their heads, but Owen had other ideas.

The wide receiver took a running dive at Puck, pushing him back.

Caught off-guard, Puck fell back a few steps. He quickly responded though, turning and throwing Owen off of him. Owen got back on his feet quickly, coming back for more.

Puck was only too happy to oblige the other player's death wish, and caught his head in the crook of his arm, knocking off his helmet as he threw him to the ground.

The clock ran out while they fought, and the other players on the field had joined in, jumping on each other and shoving back and forth.

The refs tried to split them apart, blowing their whistles and throwing flags around, but no one paid them any mind.

Puck shoved Owen back several feet before getting hit from behind by another player.

Rachel watched the scene before her in panic, not wanting Puck to get hurt. The game had ended, and McKinley had won, but it seemed no one on the field cared about that.

Where's your pepper-spray when you need it, Rachel? she cursed herself, though she doubted it would make much of a difference at this point. Plus, she doubted Puck would enjoy it if she kept trying to "come to his rescue", especially when he didn't need it. That didn't stop her from worrying.

Between the refs, coaches and assistant coaches, they managed to pull the players off of each other and back to their benches.

Rachel was grateful for that ... another minute and she was sure the fans from either side would have joined in as well.

She made her way over to the bench where the guys were getting a "talking to" from Tanaka, but if you listened clearly, you could tell he was actually congratulating them discretely.

Tanaka finished his speech, leaving the players to leave the field on their own, and Rachel found her way through the crowd to Puck.

"You okay?" she asked him, concerned.

He nodded. "Of course."

He didn't look too worse for the wear, as he'd managed to keep his helmet on during the brawl, but he was clearly exhausted. He'd played a long, rough game, and came out on top.

"You played an amazing game tonight," she complimented, coming to a rest on his lap.

He placed an arm around her waist, holding her there.

"Well, I did have my good luck charm cheering me on," he told her, nipping at her lips lightly.

She laughed softly in response

She turned her head, watching Owen and the other Oaklanders leave the field. He paused when he saw her looking at him, and even through his blood he got a hopeful look on his face.

Rachel glared at him, rolling her eyes and turning to kiss Puck full on the mouth.

Owen left, limping and disheartened.

Rachel glanced up at Puck. "I don't know what I ever saw in him."

Puck nodded in agreement. "Neither do I, crazy lady."

Rachel snorted, kissing him once more in response.


One week later ...

"Okay, you guys are ready for this," Mr Shuester told them. "You're gonna do great. Big smiles, heads up, and rock the place!"

The glee kids laughed in response, even though they were all nervous. They were always uneasy about performing in front of the people they went to school with.

Mr Shuester made his way through the curtain to present them and list the two performances they would be doing.

Rachel grinned up at Puck. Out of everyone, she was easily the least nervous. Truthfully, the thought of performing with Puck set her heart on fire. She couldn't wait to be in his arms in front of everyone, to have him singing a love song from one of her favorite musicals to her.

The curtain opened, and everyone found their places on the stage.

Rachel slid her hand into Puck's getting ready to walk to the middle of the stage with him.

The music began, and he lead them forward, stopping to turn and face her.

"I wasn't jealous before we met," he crooned, causing her to blink bashfully at him.

"Now every man that I see is a potential threat.

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice."

Rachel smirked at that, feeling her pulse to speed up. The things he did to her ...

"You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice.

But now it isn't true.

Now everything is new.

And all I've learned,

Has overturned.

I beg of you ..."

The female glee members joined in with Rachel as she sang the chorus.

"Don't go wasting your emotion.

Lay all your love on me."

She allowed him to chase her, moving around the stage until her back was to the line of girls behind her, dancing lightly to the beat of the song.

She arched her back as she sang to him, taunting him with her eyes.

"It was like shooting a sitting duck."

"Sitting duck!"

"A little small talk,

A smile, and baby I was stuck."

"She was stuck!"

She walked towards him and he backed up with her, as rehearsed.

"I still don't know what you've done with me.

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily."

"Easily!"

She leaned into him, gazing into her eyes and putting real emotion into her words.

"I feel a kind of fear,

When I don't have you near."

She gripped his biceps, and he turned her quickly so her back was to him.

"Unsatisfied,

I skip my pride.

I beg you dear ..."

He sang the first part of the chorus, "Don't go wasting your emotion.

Lay all your love on me."

The boys joined in for the second part, layering their voices on top of Puck's.

"Don't go sharing your devotion.

Lay all your love on me."

The others began moving to the center of the stage, meeting their partners in the middle. Finn with Quinn, Matt with Britney, Mike with Santana, Artie with Tina, and Kurt with Mercedes.

They mimicked Rachel and Puck's movements, while giving them plenty of space, acting as both back-up dancers and vocals.

"I've had a few little love affairs," Rachel sang.

"They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce."

"Pretty scarce!" the others sang.

"I used to think that was sensible.

It makes the truth even more incomprehensible."

Rachel and Puck sang the next verse together, turning in each other's arms while the others danced around them, and they faded into the middle.

"'Cause everything is new.

And everything is you.

And all I've learned,

Has overturned.

What can I do?"

They moved with the others, weaving in and out until they were back in front once more.

The boys sang to the girls, dipping them low while Rachel and Puck remained in each other's arms at the front.

"Don't do wasting your emotion.

Lay all your love on me.

Don't go sharing your devotion.

Lay all your love on me."

The girls sang back, sinking into their partner's arms, while they sang. Tina perched herself on Artie's lap, singing happily to him.

"Don't go wasting your emotion.

Lay all your love on me.

Don't go sharing your devotion.

Lay all your love on me."

The others faded into the background, leaving Puck and Rachel on the stage in the spotlight, and he turned her slowly before picking her up in his sturdy arms, spinning her around.

When he set her back down, they sang into each other's eyes, oblivious to the people watching them ... almost forgetting that it was a performance, and not a private declaration between them.

"Don't go wasting your emotion ...

Lay all your love on me."

The spotlight faded, and Rachel and Puck moved to separate sides of the stage for the next song to begin. The music picked up automatically, and Quinn, Britney and Santana walked forward, arm-in-arm in the center of the stage.

"My, my! At Waterloo Napoleon did surrender.

Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way."

The three girls shimmied back and forth, flipping their legs in front of one another and moving side-to-side.

"The history book on the shelf,

It always repeating itself."

Everyone came in for the chorus, splitting from their pairs to come together as a group in the middle of the stage.

"Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war.

Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more.

Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to.

Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you.

Waterloo - finally facing my Waterloo."

Tina, Mercedes and Kurt stepped forward, finding each other in the middle while the others clapped along, bouncing to the beat.

"My, My! I tried to hold you back but you were stronger.

Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight."

Kurt stood between the two girls, swaying back and forth while they turned in circles.

"And how could I ever refuse?

I feel like I win when I lose!"

"Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war."

The boys and girls swapped sides, skipping across the stage only to pull back to the middle, their excitement showing on their faces.

"Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more.

Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to.

Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you."

Rachel smiled up at Puck, singing the next line with him.

"And how could I ever refuse?"

Finn and Quinn took the next line without missing a beat.

"I feel like I win when I lose!"

They formed a staggering line with their partners, theirs hands raising above their heads to link with each other.

"Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war.

Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more!

Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to.

Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you!

Waterloo - finally facing my Waterloo."

They came back together as a group, forming a straight line, facing the audience as everyone clasped hands with the person beside them, moving to the front of the stage.

"Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you!

Waterloo - finally facing my Waterloo!"

They finished by throwing their hands into the air, the music stopping abruptly as they concluded their performance.

A second passed, and then the auditorium erupted.

Rachel smiled at her fellow glee members, pleased and excited with the response they were getting from their peers.

Mr Shuester smiled up at them from where he stood in front of the stage, Miss Pilsburry standing right next to him, clapping away excitedly.

Principal Figgins clapped whole-heartedly, and even Ms Sylvester looked impressed.

They exited the stage after a bow, and Rachel jumped into Puck's arms excitedly.

"That was such a rush!" she told him, her body jittery.

He smirked into her ear, hugging her back. "That it was."

"You were amazing!" she told him honestly.

"You weren't so bad yourself," he commented, setting her back down to give her a proper kudos.

"Keep the PDA to a minimum, people," Kurt commented. "This is a school function, after all, and if I'm not getting any, nobody is."

Quinn and Rachel smirked, and all four Cheerios leaned forward to give Kurt a kiss on either cheek.

He came away plastered with lipstick, but smiling nonetheless.


Puck drove Rachel home after the talent show, and they were both grinning like fools. Puck's was much less toothy than hers, but present just the same.

"You know, if someone had told me a couple months ago that my life would be this perfect, I would have laughed in their face," Rachel confessed, glancing over at him. "Thank you."

He gave her a confused look. "For what?"

She smiled. "For being you."

He shrugged. "It's a fairly easy task."

She rolled her eyes lightly, leaning over in her seat to kiss him.

He responded quickly, like always, but something was different about this kiss.

She leaned back, her eyes hazy and loving.

"What?" he asked her, trying to identify the look in her eyes. It was a new one.

She glanced at the tree beside her window. "Think you can climb that thing?"

He looked over at it. "Probably. Why?"

She grinned shyly, but spoke with courage. "Meet me up there in five minutes?"

His eyes widened after a moment. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything, Noah Puckerman." She turned to exit the truck, but he placed a hand on her arm.

"You're not like other girls, Rachel Berry," he told her, pulling her back to him for another deep kiss.

She smiled into her kissed, gazing over at him as she slid out of the truck. "You're not like other boys."

She closed the truck door, backing up the sidewalk to her front door.

She held up five fingers, motioning to her bedroom window, and entered her house.

He drove the truck around the corner, turned off the ignition, pocketed his keys, and ran to the tree outside her window, only tripping once. Maybe twice.

But could you blame him?


The end.

There. I shall leave the love scene to your imaginations, but don't worry ... the spin-off will mostly likely be rated M.

I hope it was a good ending to the story, I was almost going to make two separate chapters for the game and the talent show, but I think they worked out well together.

I hope you guys will read the next Glee fics I post, I'll try to get them out soon.

Reviews are highly appreciated, positive or negative.

Until next time ...!