A/N - Here is a new story. It came from a prompt off the prompt meme on the LJ comm puckrachel. I don't want to tell you the prompt because it will ruin the story. Lol. As usual I wrote everything first so hopefully it'll be updated regularly. Lol. Anyways please let me know what you think!


Rachel stared down at her phone knowing that she had to make the call, but unable to make herself dial the number. It had been five years since she'd spoken to him and on that fateful night she'd vowed to never speak to him again, but sometimes things changed. And things had certainly changed.

She had to wipe away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks. Because there was one thing that was more important than a vow made to herself and that was the only reason she was making this call. But damn it hurt her pride as she dialed the familiar number.

"Hello?" His voice was gruff, rough with sleep as if she'd awoken him. "Hello?"

"Noah, it's me."

There was a long pause before he spoke, and when he did his voice was cold. "What the fuck do you want, Berry?"

Rachel flinched. She'd known this would be hard, but did he really have to make it this hard? But even as she asked herself she knew the answer. Of course he did. Because that's who Noah Puckerman was.

"Seriously, Rachel. You fucking call me after five years without a fucking word and now you don't want to talk?"

Rachel took a deep breath to steady herself. "I need to talk to you, but I'd prefer to do it in person."

"And why would I want to do that? You do remember the last time we saw one another? When you told me that you never wanted to see me again? What's changed?"

Rachel remembered that night all too well. She often thought back onto the night, wondering if things could have been any different.


Five years earlier

Puck stuck his key in the door to Rachel's apartment before shoving the door open. He'd had a long day of classes and couldn't wait to see his girlfriend.

A glass shattered just to the left of his head as he swung the door shut behind him and he looked up to see Rachel staring at him, eyes wild. What the fuck was going on? In her hand was another glass which she launched at his head. He quickly ducked before walking over to her, taking her shoulders in his hands. "What the fuck, Rach?"

"What a great choice of words, Noah, since that appears to be what you've been doing. Fucking," she hissed, her voice cold. "Fucking random girls named Nicole. Did you think that I wouldn't find out?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Because he certainly had no idea.

"I'm talking about the blonde bimbo that I met at your frat party. The one who seemed to be extra interested in you, but you said not to worry about because you weren't interested in her." Rachel laughed. "But apparently the joke was on me. She approached me after one of my classes today and told me about how you've been screwing her for months. Months!"

Puck just shook his head. "I don't know who the fuck Nicole is, but she's obviously lying. I didn't cheat on you, Rachel."

Rachel scoffed. "And why should I believe you? It's not like it would be the first time." She stalked away from him, grabbing her phone and throwing it at him. "But regardless of that, she had proof. Explain that away."

Puck looked down at the phone to see a picture of him with a blonde straddling his lap, their lips locked. When the fuck was this from? He didn't even remember it. He could tell from the surroundings in the picture that it had been taken at his frat house, but why the fuck couldn't he remember it?

"I don't know. I don't remember this."

She threw up her hands. "Of course you don't remember. That's convenient. And of course you didn't cheat. Because you've changed SOOO much since high school when you cheated on me with Santana and then Brittany." She laughed, the sound so cold and unlike her usual laugh.

"You said you'd forgiven me for that!" Puck could feel his own anger intensifying as the fight continued. Yeah he'd fucked up in high school, but that had been over two years ago and he HAD changed. Why couldn't she just believe him? They'd been together for over three years since the summer before senior year and he'd screwed up during that first year, but he hadn't touched anyone else since they'd moved to New York for school.

"I thought that I had, but with your indiscretions staring me in the face I realized that maybe I never really had."

"Well fuck you then!" Puck yelled, slamming his fist into the wall. "I'm telling you that I haven't touched anyone besides you since we moved here. Why the fuck can't you just believe that I'm telling the truth?"

"Because that would make me an idiot and I am not an idiot." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'd like you to give me my key back and then leave."

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

She held her hand out to him. "Key and leave."

He jerked his keys from his pocket, pulling off her key and throwing it at her. "You can go fuck yourself Rachel. This isn't the way you treat someone you love."

"And cheating on someone you love is?" She shook her head as he started to open his mouth. "Just get out. I don't ever want to see you again."

Puck stared at her in disbelief before leaving. He turned around to say something, what he didn't know, but anything to get her to think about this for another minute. But she slammed the door in his face, but not before he caught a glimpse of the pain in her eyes and the tears streaming down her face.


Puck sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He'd fallen asleep watching TV and had answered the phone without glancing at the caller ID. And now he was regretting that decision. Of all the people that could've been on the line, he'd never imagined it would be Rachel. The first year after their break up, he'd tried everything he could to get her back, but she wouldn't see him or even talk to him. So he'd finally given up.

He'd gone on with his life, finished school and started a career. He'd gotten a degree in criminal justice and gone straight to the police academy after graduation. He'd spent the last two years as a part of the NYPD and he loved it. The hours sucked and the pay wasn't great, but he'd found something that he had a passion for.

"So what the hell is it that you want from me, Rachel?"

He heard her sigh on the other end of the line before she spoke. "I wouldn't be calling you unless I had to. I meant what I said then."

Fuck. Why the hell couldn't she just get on with it? He so did not want to be on the phone with her, didn't want to have anything to do with her because just hearing her voice? Yeah it opened wounds he hadn't known were still there. He didn't need to deal with this shit.

"Look, Rachel. Just spit it out. I'm not in the mood to deal with this dodging shit that you've got going on."

"Fine." She paused. "It's about your son, Noah."

Son? What son?