This Might Work

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. I just wanna take them out and play for a little while. I promise to put them back where I found them when I am done. In other words, this story is simply for entertainment purposes. While I have played in other fan fic universes, this is my first Glee fic, any comments or criticisms would be appreciated.

Authors Note: This takes place right before the end of Mash up. I did use the some of the dialog from the bleacher scene. Thank you Ryan Murphy. No plagiarism is intended. I always thought that they ended Puck and Rachel way too abruptly, but with the power of Fan Fic, I CAN CHANGE IT! ( he he he)Hope you like it.

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Rachel looked out at the bleachers, her heart caught a little at the look on Pucks face, part longing, and part sadness. Even though she knew that her heart belonged to Finn, she was starting to like Puck. He was lewd and crass, but he was also loyal, kind when you least expected it, and he had the softest lips, but she wanted to be honest with him. She sighed softly, and then walked over to him.

"Do you miss it?" she asked softly.

"Hell no," he replied.

"I hope you didn't choose glee over football for me," she said gently, voice shaking slightly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't think this relationship is going to work out."

Puck glanced up at her, over his shoulder and shrugged. "That's cool. I was gonna break up with you anyway."

Rachel chuckled at him softly. They had only been together for a week, but she could already tell when he was lying. "No you weren't"

"Yes I was," he reasserted childishly "You wouldn't even let me touch your boobs."

He looked out blankly to the field before him. "It's Finn right?"

He looked up at her, face softening for just a moment. "He is never going to leave her you know."

She nodded slowly, but the overly big 'Finn smile' flashed briefly. "He is too honorable. I know that as long as Quinn is with child…"

"Berry," he barked harshly, "Finn was never going to leave her for you. He strings you along, sends you longing glances and freakin' puppy dog looks, but he chose Quinn." He looked at her again, horrified to see tears leaking out of the corner of an eye. He hated to see women cry, hated it.

He put a hand on Rachel's knee.

"Quinn is it for him," Puck said softly. "Has been since 7th grade, but every once in a while he gets a crush on a girl. Does the whole yearning puppy dog thing, but in the end he always goes back to Quinn."

Rachel looked down at her loafers, lip trembling, "He has done this before?"

Puck studied her for a moment, trying to decide what to say. On one hand, he didn't want to break the 'guy code,' but let's be honest; sleeping with Quinn blew that out of the water… Rachel looked so helpless and vulnerable sitting there huddled on the bleachers, her arms wrapped around her legs. Her body shook, and she jerkily wiped away the tears that silently ran down her face. Screw the guy code, he thought. She needed the truth.

"It was the summer before 9th grade. Her name was Stormy Robbins, and she was the basest for a garage band that he joined for about two seconds. She was quirky and cool in an 'I don't give a shit' way and they bonded over music," he said, making finger quotations in the air as his said this, his lip curling into a snarl, "and the rush of being part of a band, ya know?"

Rachel nodded, her stomach dropping when she saw the similarities between her and Finn, and her and this Stormy person.

"Then, when Quinn came home from Cheer Camp, she shut that shit down, but he still made cow eyes at Stormy and did the meaningful sigh thing. Quinn got tiered of that real quick and turned up the girl heat and that was that. A few weeks later he dropped the band, and Stormy became a thing of the past. Never to be spoken of again."

Rachel looked down, sniffling lightly.

"I am not saying that he doesn't dig you or whatever Berry, I am sure he does, but the dude plans on like, marrying Quinn or whatever. Even before the baby. He has since junior high. Just thought that you should know, ya know?"

The silent tears kept falling down her face, but she looked at him and sighed sadly, but with some acceptance "Thank you for telling me, Noah. You are a jerk, but you can also be a nice guy when you are not trying so hard to be an asshole."

Puck chuckled, then punched her lightly on the knee. "Alert the news media! Rachel Berry said a 'bad word'," he jeered mockingly, but with humor.

Rachel turned her nose up at him prudishly

"I figured that I might as well speak the same language that you do Noah, even if I am deigning to stoop to your level."

"Deign!" he scoffed. "There ya go sounding like you swallowed a freaking dictionary again."

She sniffed disdainfully "An extensive vocabulary is a sign of an intelligent mind Norah, you should trying using words bigger than the four letter one!" In a fit of pique, she stuck her tongue out at him.

Again, he chuckled, "I know what you can do with that tongue baby," he leered.

"Neanderthal!"

He just shrugged at her, non-pulsed. "Whatever."

Rachel smiled at him and the knots that had been strangling her stomach since he told her about the other girl relaxed a little. She liked when she got these little glimpses of the boy without the high school artifice.

"Noah," she said softly, "maybe I was a little hasty in the original assessment of our relationship. I mean you know that I have feelings for Finn, and I know that you have feelings for Quinn, but you did sing for me, and you choose Glee over football, while Finn took the path of least resistance and chose football, and you do posses qualities that are admirable in a leading man even if you can be a colossal jerk and week couldn't possibly be long enough to accurately determine if we are really compatible as a couple, in fact according to scientific.."

"Hey, Berry. Take a breath before you pass out," Puck interrupted. "Back up the crazy for a sec, and let me catch up ok?"

He looked down at her small hand and noticed that it was shaking. Without thinking about why, he reached over and gave it a gentle squeeze. She didn't want give up on him yet. That thought pinged around in his brain.

Rachel Berry was scary and intense and abrasive, but she wanted to give him another chance despite the fact that he had been a complete ass-hat to her in the past and that they both had feelings for other people. She was nuts, but she was a hot Jew, and she had awesome lips.

"So you're saying that you don't want to break up yet?" He smiled at her softly; she sat there shaking looking venerable for a change.

"Like I previously mentioned, I may have been to quick to rush to a-"

Puck turned his body toward her and quickly kissed her to shut her up. "Just nod, Berry." He chuckled. She bit her lip and nodded her head much the same way that she had when he had finished singing Sweet Caroline. Puck smiled slyly." "Will you let me touch your boobs?" he asked with a leer.

She laughed at him, and it was a pretty laugh. "We might be able to negotiate that, eventually," she said with another small laugh.

"Huh." He grunted as he stood up and started to walk away. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home." Rachel beamed up at him and quickly followed behind him. Puck reached over and took her hand. "Well, you're a loud obnoxious show tune singing pixie on crack and I am an asshole loser, but who knows this might work." He muttered softly to himself.

But apparently pixies on crack have good hearing, because she gave his hand a squeeze and murmured back, "You may be an asshole, but you're not a loser." She stretched up on her tip toes and kissed him softly on the cheek, the bounced over to his truck.

A/N 2: I have places that I want to go with this story, but it can also work as a stand alone. Let me know what you think.