Hiii! So I've been addicted to Puckleberry for a while. And since the show won't bring my favorite couple together, I will write my own fanfics where they come together! Muwahahahaaaa! *coughs*

Anyways, this is not going to be like the movie 'My Best Friend's Wedding'. Just thought I 'd let you know now. This is my first Glee fanfic. I'm sorry if I get anything wrong with episodes, I stopped watching Glee when Puck slept with Shelby. That just ticked me off to no end. Well, on with the story since I'm rambling on and on...

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or anything to do with Glee, or its characters. I just really think Puck is yumminess, and I want one. =]

Present...

The sun was bright, and there were only a few fluffy clouds in the sky. A light breeze was blowing throughout the city. There were children on a field trip through Central Park, discovering different insects and types of plants. It was just another Wednesday to everyone else but Rachel Berry. This Wednesday would go down in the books; that was for sure. Her best friend, Noah Puckerman, was getting married today to Quinn Fabray. It was the worst day of Rachel's life. She was in love with Noah, and he was blind to her feelings.

What made the situation even worse was Quinn had wanted her to be the Maid of Honor. She would have had to stand beside the couple as they said their vows, starting their new life together. They already had a house picked out, everything was waiting to be finalized. But, Rachel had refused. How could she stand there and watch the love of her life say 'I do' to someone that wasn't her.

In just six hours, her life would change. She would no longer see Noah everyday. She was moving away from New York. She hadn't said anything to Noah yet, afraid of what he might think or say. She just knew she couldn't stay where there was a chance of seeing him. Sure, NYC was a big city, but it was still a small world.

She was moving on to bigger and better things. She had gotten a call just the other day from her agent. She had just finished her lead role in 'Hello, Dolly!'. Her agent, Harry Mickwerth, told her that there had been a musical theatre director from Europe, and he loved Rachel's talent, and her voice. He wanted her to come to Paris and be the lead role in 'Funny Girl'. She hadn't answered him right away, so he went on to tell her that the producer would be paying for her living expenses and the salary would set her up for years.

But, money had nothing to do with her decision. She didn't care about money like so many other people did. What made her decide to leave was her broken heart. She couldn't stand being near Noah, when her heart was hurting so much. She needed time, away from everything, away from him. And being halfway across the world was the perfect solution. There was nothing in Paris that would remind her of him.

Letting out a soft sigh, Rachel glanced around. She was sitting on a bench, underneath a willow tree next to a large pond. She was sporting a pair of light jeans and an ivory, silk top with a small tan jacket. On her feet, she wore tan lace pumps with a wedge for the heel. There was a couple having a picnic some ways down from her, and there an old man sitting in a little boat on the river, fishing. Some geese were floating in the water, grabbing up bread crumbs that children were tossing towards them.

Rachel smiled softly as a goose swam closer to the children, honking at them as if demanding more food. A vibration in her purse caught her attention. She pulled out her phone and saw Noah's face, her heart stopping. Oh, how she loved him so. She had taken the picture about a year ago. She was sitting in the exact spot she had taken the picture. He had been wearing a plain black shirt and camo jeans. He no longer had his Mohawk. He had short hair, but long enough for him to run his fingers through it. A mischievous smirk was on his lips, and his eyes held a dangerous light. He had been teasing her about her sex life, and made a comment that she didn't dare repeat. He looked ready to ravish her, but it never happened.

The phone stopped buzzing at her, showing she had a couple miss calls from him. Holding back her tears, she put her phone back in her small white purse with red and black polka dots. She had never ignored his phone calls before, but she'd break down in sobs if she heard his voice right now.

Standing up and grabbing her purse, she headed to the concrete path and headed out of the park. She wasn't far from her small townhouse, so she didn't bother hailing a cab. Walking across the street, she approached her two story townhouse. She had purchased it a few months after Noah had proposed to Quinn, not wanting to be in the way.

Walking up her steps, she unlocked her door and went inside. Slipping off her pumps, she set her purse on the buffet table near the entryway and headed for her bedroom on the second floor. Entering her room, she began to remove her clothes to change into some sweatpants and a tank top.

Her room was made up of earth colors, a big difference to the pinks she had in her fathers' home. The bed sheets were a deep brown with a tan comforter and pillows. Her vanity was a cherry walnut with a large mirror. There were many pictures on her vanity of her high school friends. There was two pictures beside her bed that meant so much to her. The pictures were of both her and Noah. In one they were kissing passionately. In the other, which had been taken right after the kiss, was the two of them just staring at one another. It had been the night of the first musical she had been in on Broadway. She had been the lead role, and he had come to see it. It was before Quinn came back into the picture. She remembered that night, and kept it close to her heart, always remembering…

Flashback

Rachel bowed one more time, the roar of the crowd making her heart quicken. A smile graced her lips as there were also whistles and cheers. Spotting Noah in the crowd, the smile grew bigger and she waved at him. He had given her thumbs up with a quick wink. Her head held high, she practically skipped off stage behind the curtains. Once she was away from the crowds' eyes, she hopped up and down, giggling, "They loved me!"

Her co-stars came over and congratulated her on her first real musical on Broadway. They had all been so supportive of her, and her lady co-star held no jealousy towards her when she had gotten the part. They were an amazing cast, and she had been so thankful to have them.

After a few minutes of conversing with her co-stars, she quickly went to her dressing room. Slipping out of her costume and fixing her make up, she pulled on a simple black dress that stopped just above her knees. It hung on one shoulder, leaving the other bare. Putting on her favorite perfume, she put her pearl necklace and pearl bracelet on, including matching chandelier earrings. Running a brush through her hair, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She looked good, and she was excited about the after party the theatre was throwing.

Grinning, she slipped on her silver pumps, grabbed her little black purse to match, and headed for her door. She left her dressing room, shutting the lights off and closing the door. She headed for the entrance to the theatre in the front of the building. Most of the people who came to the musical had left already, but there were a few who stayed to see her and shake her hand.

Waiting for her by the front door, she spotted Noah in his black slacks, white shirt, black tie and black vest. He had his black coat hanging over his shoulder, looking incredibly sexy. She blushed as the thought of him naked came to mind. Quickly ridding the thought from her mind, she approached him as he saw her.

She smiled, peeking up at him through her lashes as she said, "Hi."

He smirked at her and hung his coat over his arm, putting his other arm around her shoulders saying, "Hey, Berry."

She wrinkled her nose at the use of her last name.

He chuckled softly and kissed her cheek. "You were amazing."

She smiled, a blush coming over her cheeks. "Thank you, Noah. I'm so glad you came."

He lowered his arm from her shoulders and took her hand in his. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Her smile grew a little bigger, her heart fluttering from the heat of his touch.

"Now," he said. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

She laughed softly at his language and followed him out the entrance.

Cameras began to click away, the flashes of light blinding them both for a moment. Reporters' began crying out, "Miss Berry!" from all around them. The pair stepped on to the red carpet as Noah began to lead Rachel towards their limo for the night. They had almost made it to the limo when a reporter managed to get in their path. His camera clicking away, he grinned at the two, saying, "How about a kiss?"

Rachel started to shake her head, smiling and giggling nervously. "I don't think so."

Noah smirked and wrapped his arms around Rachel, pulling her up against him. "Let's give the fans something to talk about, Rachel."

Before she could reply, Noah's lips crashed down on hers. She's had her share of kisses before, but nothing like this. His lips moved against hers sensually, tantalizing her senses. She grew weak in the knees, thankful that he was holding her so tightly against him. Heat began to pool between her legs, her hands gripping the lapels of his vest.

All too soon, he slowly pulled away, opening his eyes. They were dark with desire, gazing down at her trembling form. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, her love for him shining in her eyes. He half smirked, half smiled down at her then ushered her into the waiting limo, climbing in behind her.

The reporter grinned as a fellow lady reporter sighed dreamily beside him, "That was so romantic. It's nice to see real love every once in a while."

The man laughed softly and turned towards her, saying, "It was all for show, toots."

She bristled at the name before snapping at him, "You're an idiot. Didn't you see the way they looked at each other? They're in love!"

The man shrugged and within moments the two were taking pictures of the co-stars. Unbeknownst to them, the limo driver had heard them. A grin fell on his lips as he climbed into the driver seat. He would be sure to tell Rachel about that conversation.

End

Sitting on her bed, she stared at the picture. It had seemed so long ago now, when it seemed that he had loved her the way she loved him. But, she had been a fool. She had hopes that he would confess his love for her, but it never happened. After the kiss they had shared, and a newspaper article that was titled 'Berry's In Love!', Noah had avoided her. The article had the picture of them kissing, and another of them gazing into each other's eyes after their kiss. They were the same pictures she had beside her bed.

After almost two months, Noah had finally come around, only to tell her about Quinn. She could remember the way his face lit up when he spoke about Quinn, and the way he would smile when Quinn was around. Rachel had prayed that it wouldn't last. Although she had come to like Quinn, she was still in love with Noah.

Her chest aching and tears coming to her eyes, Rachel reached over and laid the pictures face down. So much for dreams.

So, what do we think so far? This is only a prologue. After this, the next few chapters will be about what brought Rachel to this point. As in Noah introducing Quinn to her, Noah telling her he's marrying Quinn, Quinn asking her to be her maid of honor, etc. etc. etc... So, review please. Reviews are my food. O.o That sounded a little odd... Oh well. Tootles!