Disclaimer: still don't own Glee… but still crossing fingers for the DVDs for Christmas

A/N: I checked my info re: the Star of David and the Auschwitz ID number tattoos at http:/ en. wikipedia. org/ wiki/ Star_of_David and www. ushmm. org / wlc / en / article. php ? Module Id = 10007056 (take out the gaps if you want to check it out)

"C'mon Berry. You said you wanted to do something badass - here's your fucking chance" Puck was standing in front of the tattoo parlour, flicking through the notes in his wallet. "The dude said he'd flag the ID for an extra hundy… I got this shit covered" He looked at Rachel, her eyes wide in panic.

"Noah, I can't just get a tattoo! I need time to plan it - to think it through… it's permanent, Noah!" She was grasping at any excuse to get out of doing it. "I meant getting drunk or skipping class - which we are already doing, by the way. Finn is going to wonder where I am…"

"S'all the more reason to hurry the fuck up and get in there. We'll be back by lunch-time so you can show precious Finnykins what we've been up to. And I got the design covered Berry. What else would a couple of hot Jews like us get?" Puck held out a scrap of paper with a simple Star of David printed on it.

"Oh, Noah… I actually like that. Damn." Rachel cursed softly, while Puck smirked. Yeah his badassness was totally rubbing off on the midget.

He'd put a lot of thought into his tattoo idea for this girl. Next to his mother and sister, she was the only person he was really worried about letting down. He never would have thought being friends with a chick would come so fucking naturally to him - and he would never have thought he would be friends with bat-shit crazy Berry. But since he'd gotten out of juvie she'd been there making sure he didn't fuck things up too badly. She'd even fucking apologised for not stopping him from ramming that store (like he was in the headspace where he would have fucking listened to her back then). Berry might be fucking crazy, but he was quickly finding out that the depth of the crazy relates to how much she cares about something - and since she turned into an angry mama bear whenever someone said anything to fuck with him, he felt pretty damned sure she valued their friendship as much as he did (not that he was turning into a fucking pussy or anything, it just feels good to have someone give a shit about you when they don't even fucking have to, ok?).

"You don't think Finn will mind that I didn't do this with him, do you?" Rachel looked up at Puck as she gently peeled back the gauze to look at the still shiny ink.

"Fuck nah, Finn's a pussy. He wouldn't get a fucking tattoo - he hates needles." Puck was fucking proud of Berry, she hadn't even flinched while the artist worked on her. And damn, he admitted (to himself) that it fucking hurt. If he'd known that tattoos there would hurt so much he would've fucking suggested they get the star somewhere else (for Berry's sake, of course). But the symbolism was what sold Berry in the end, leading them to have matching Star of David tatts inked on the outer side of their upper forearms.

When Rachel and Puck approached the table in the cafeteria their friends were seated at, they heard Finn asking "Has anyone seen Rach? She wasn't in algebra when I went to meet her…"

"Hey Finn" Puck said as he sat across from Finn.

Rachel slid in next to her boyfriend "We just had something to do" she said, with a hand on his arm. He turned - too quickly - and bumped her arm with his elbow "Ow!" Rachel gasped, shielding her arm close to her chest.

"Nice work, dude" Puck spat, "Berry - you ok?" There was concern in his gaze, and she smiled back.

"Noah - it's fine".

"Aw, hell no!" Mercedes had pushed her seat back, and was looking at Rachel and Puck "you got a tattoo, Rachel?" All eyes were on Rachel as she blushed.

Puck spoke up. "Us two hot Jews had some business to attend to, and it's none of your fucking business, Beyonce."

"Wait, you both got one?" Mercedes was out of her chair now, leaning over the table. Puck was distracted by the sudden show of cleavage.

"Oooh, show us!" squealed Kurt, grabbing Pucks arm.

"Fuck's sake Hummel!" Puck cursed, and then he shrugged off his button down, revealing a white wife beater beneath. He peeled the gauze off and held his arm out for inspection, smirking at the gasps of his friends.

"Rach?" Finn asked quietly. "did you seriously get a tattoo? With Puck?". Rachel sighed and removed her baby pink sweater, holding her arm out to Finn. "That's kinda hot." Finn said.

"Damned straight" Puck broke in "nothing like a chick with ink. Now we have to work on the getting drunk…"