A/N: Here's a new multi-chapter coming your way. I can't promise the updates will be as frequent like with I Wish I Was Special but I have a lot of ideas for this so there's not much writers block to come my way. It just gets so busy with school but i'll update as often as I can!

This fic is heavily based on the show Grey's Anatomy. If you know the show, you'll understand what i'm trying to do here right away. If not I suggest you watch the show because it's awesome! But you'll catch on quickly. A couple speeches come directly from the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and I don't own Grey's Anatomy.

She's really not this stupid all the time. She's not.

When she wakes up not only does her back hurt from sleeping on her hardwood floor (why did she think this was a good idea) but her legs feel like fire and she doesn't know how she's going to get up and work for an almost 48 hour shift on her first day as a surgical intern.

Her eyes are a little blurry and she can feel the draft wafting through the old house so she pulls the blanket around her tighter. She gets up from the floor and makes a step but stumbles over…a man?

Ok she really isn't this stupid.

She thinks back carefully from the night before…it was the meet and greet for all the interns…that guy Finn kept talking to her and making moony eyes but he seemed nice enough. He was the only one she took the time to talk to but she cut out as soon as she could and went to the nearest bar.

She met the hot guy with the Mohawk there. They had drinks…and they flirted and laughed.

And then he fingered her in the cab.

Fucked her against the door.

And the kitchen counter.

And then on the hardwood floor…and that was when they got all of their clothes off.

Her thoughts about that last round of amazing sex are cut when she hears a groan coming from below her and her Mohawk man wakes up. He blearily looks up at her and smiles. "Hey there sexy."

She gives him a small smile and wraps the blanket around her even tighter. God she's so stupid. "Um hi…uh…um…"

"Puck," he offers. "You can call me puck."

"Ok well…Puck. I'm Rachel. Uh I'm going to take a shower. And when I get out you won't be here because I have to go to my first day of work. Ok? Great. It was nice to meet you."

She scurries up the stairs to her bathroom without looking back. God she's so screwed.

When she gets to the locker room of the hospital it's already busy with activity. People are getting changed, setting things up, getting to know each other. She should have been here earlier to get a head start on all of these things but instead she spent the longest time ever in the shower just to make sure she wouldn't have to face her one night stand again.

She gets to her locker, which is next to a gorgeous Latina girl looking at index cards. She looks up at her when the locker opens and raises an eyebrow. She's intimidating as hell but surgeons tend to be that way to compensate for a lack of skill or something.

Rachel Berry knows she's good. 1st in her class at Columbia and now here she is at Mt. Sinai. She could really care less at who is raising their eyebrow at her.

She'll be nice anyway.

"Hi…I'm Rachel Berry. Who do you have as your resident?"

"Jones…supposedly he's the nazi or something like that. I'm Santana Lopez by the way."

"I've got Jones too."

"Hey me too!" a perky voice pipes up. Rachel and Santana look over to see a tall blonde who seriously does not look like she's going to be a surgeon smiling brightly at them. "I'm Brittany! I have Jones too!"

Santana groans. "I can already sense the headaches coming from that one."

Rachel giggles a little and proceeds to put a few things in her locker while making small talk with Santana and Brittany for a few minutes until a tall awkward looking guy interrupts them.

"Hey Rachel! Do you remember me from last night? Finn Hudson? We were at the mixer and you were wearing that strapless red dress and it had a little slit up the side. Do you have Jones as your resident because if you do we're in the same group, which would be kind of cool huh? I heard he's tough but at least we'll be tortured together!" the man rambles on.

Rachel winces a little at the sheer awkward bumbliness of this guy. He was nice enough at the mixer last night, a little moony, but now that there wasn't any alcohol in her system it just seemed a little weird.

"Uh yeah Finn…I have Jones too. Nice to see you again. This is Santana and Brittany they're in our group too."

Santana and Brittany give Finn a small wave with matching confused looks. "Is he for real with the lovesick eyes this early in the game?" Santana whispers to Brittany.

Suddenly, a group of doctors in scrubs enter the locker room and all of the chatter dies down.

At the head of the group is a slightly large black woman with long black hair in a tight bun and a face that clearly says "Don't fuck with me."

"Alright interns shut it. Welcome to Mt. Sinai. You'll be given your scrubs after the tour of the hospital given by the chief but first we have to match you to your resident. Consider this person your mother, father, coach, whatever fluffy shit you want to think of but when they call you, run, because they own your ass now."

The woman proceeds to call people up quickly and efficiently until Rachel, Santana, Finn, Brittany, and a small man who seemed to have skin that was…porcelain were left.

"Berry, Lopez, Hudson, Pierce, and Hummel. Is that all of you?" the woman asks them impatiently.

"Um yes that's us…we're supposed to be with Jones….is he somewhere else?" Rachel asks.

The woman smirks. "You dumbass kids would think I'm a man or something. Fools. Go on your tour and report back here to get on your scrubs and then meet me at the nurse's desk. That should only take you a hour so if you're not there in a hour don't expect me to be there or for me to teach you a damn thing today. Get out here."

The 5 interns scurry out of the locker room and join the rest of the group at the end of the hallway where a man with curly hair is speaking to the group.

"So my name is Dr. Will Schuester and I'm the chief of surgery here at Mt. Sinai. We're really excited about this new group here and I bet you're all anxious to get underway and get to cutting so let's get a move on with this tour!" Dr. Schuester exclaimed brightly.

As he led the group around the hospital Santana whispered to Rachel, "I can see why people used to call him Count Boozy Von Drunkaton dear God that man is happier than a fucking clown at the circus."

Rachel looked on curiously at Chief Schuester. In some ways he was a stranger but in other ways he played a significant role in her life. A role that was very connected to her mother Shelby.

The group was led in to one of the operating rooms and allowed to explore some of the instruments they would be using. Rachel picked up a scalpel, feeling the blade and imagining the intricate cuts she would be making with it in the future. Her whole life started here, as long as she didn't screw it up.

"Each of you comes here today hopeful, ready to get into the game. A month ago you were in medical school being taught by doctors, but today? You are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You'll be pushed to the brink. Look around you. Say hello to your new competition. 8 of you will switch to an easier specialty, 5 of you will crack under the pressure, and 2 of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line, this is your arena, and how well you play is up to you."

The interns looked at the chief curiously, for his tone was significantly more serious than it had been the entire tour. He was more bright, excited, cheerful, and welcoming when he was showing them everything in the hospital. But that speech seemed to be more of warning than anything else. And the serious look on his face indicated he meant business.

After the tour Rachel and her group realized they only had 10 minutes to get to Jones before she bit their heads off. They changed into their scrubs quickly and rushed down the hall to get to her.

"What do you think is the deal with Jones? Why do they call her the Nazi?" Finn asked the group curiously.

"I think it's professional jealousy! She's probably brilliant and they call her a nazi because they're jealous. She's probably nice." Brittany hypothesized.

Santana raises an eyebrow at her. "What were you a model or something? What kind of answer is that?"

Brittany looks back at Santana surprised. "How did you know?"

The group just shakes their head and laughs to themselves as they reach Jones. The look she's giving them puts a little anxiety into their hearts.

She's definitely not nice.

"I've got 5 rules and you better memorize them. Rule #1," she starts as they finally reach her. "Don't bother sucking up I already hate you, that's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you and you will answer every page at a run, A RUN. That's rule #2. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You're interns, grunts, bottom of the surgical food chain. You write labs, run orders, and don't complain! For on call rooms-attendings hog them so sleep when you can. This brings me to rule #3: If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is actually dying. Rule #4 your dying patient better not be dead when I get there, that way I know you didn't wake me up for no good reason."

She finally stops at this rule and the group looks around a little confused.

"Uh…Dr. Jones. That was only 4 rules. You said 5," Finn states timidly.

Dr. Jones gives him a glare but is interrupted when her pager goes off. She checks it quickly and starts to walk, but yells out to the group, "Rule #5 when I move you move."

The interns rush after her, ready to get the ball rolling.

It isn't until a few hours later when Rachel has a minute to breath that she's actually allowed a thought that has nothing to do with anything medical. She sits down in the cafeteria picking at her salad when Finn, Brittany, Santana, and the guy she still only knows as Hummel sit down at the table with her.

Brittany looks glumly at her sandwich. "I've been doing rectal exams all day."

Santana guffaws at this statement. "That's shit. I've been looking into OR rooms every chance I get hoping to get even a wiff of blood or something. I've been running labs for the seizure chick all day and there's nothing telling what's wrong with her. I swear Jones already hates us."

Finn shrugs, "One of the attendings already hates me so at least it's just a resident that hates you."

The group eats quietly for a couple minutes before Rachel looks up and notices the Hummel guy seems really quiet and kind of awkward. It's probably because none of them even know his first name.

"Hey" she calls out. "Hummel right? What's your first name? We didn't really get to talk earlier."

He gives her a nod. "It's Kurt. Kurt Hummel. And you're Rachel Berry right? I've heard of you. You're inbred."

The rest of the group stops eating and looks at Kurt.

"What do you mean by inbred?" Brittany asks.

"Don't you know who her mother is? It's Shelby Corcoran Berry."

Santana and Brittany's eyes widen with astonishment while Finn still looks confused.

"Who is she?"

The group, including Rachel, look at him with judgment in their eyes.

"Seriously?" Santana asks. "She's a freaking surgical legend! She created the Berry method and won the Harper-Avery award twice! I'd kill to learn from her."

Rachel closes her eyes and sighs in frustration. She didn't think it would take this long for everyone to figure out who she is. She knew she should have gotten her name changed. Now everyone was going to suck up to her like she would introduce them to her mother.

Not that she really could.

She faintly hears everyone discussing her mother and her many accomplishments so she gets up from the table and excuses herself, walking away quickly.

Her patient Katie Brice is an actual pain in the ass.

Sure the kid is 16, and yeah she's having unexplained seizures, but taking care of her and carting her around everywhere all day has been hell. If it weren't for the fact that she took an oath to never harm people she would have given her something lethal by now.

Thank God she was on a sedative.

She was checking the vitals on Katie when her parents rushed in quickly, out of breath, and frantic. She was overwhelmed with questions and worry from the two of them and she felt a little smaller under their scrutiny. She didn't really know what to tell them.

"I'm uh…I'm going to get Katie's doctor for you because well…I'm not really her doctor. I'm a doctor! Just not hers. Excuse me…" she trails off as she slinks out of the room.

She finds Dr. Jones who directs her to go talk to the new neuro attending who just got on the case. "His name is Dr. Puckerman or something. Go find him at the main desk," Dr. Jones tells her.

Something is familiar about that name but she ignores it and makes her way to the main desk. What she finds when she gets there almost makes her trip and land on her face.

Standing at the main desk laughing with a few other doctors is her one night stand…Puck. He doesn't seem to have the Mohawk anymore and his head is shaved but she would recognize those hazel eyes anywhere. He looks up from his conversation and eyes her, and his own eyes brighten at the recognition. She stumbles back a little and goes past the doors that lead to the hallway in order to gather her thoughts.

What the fuck? Her one night stand just happens to be her boss?

She's so screwed.

He catches up with her in the stairwell and she knows she kind of can't escape.

"Well hey there girl from last night. Fancy seeing you here," he says as he saunters up to her. He eyes the name tag on her ID and smirks "Dr. Rachel Berry is it? I do remember your name from last night although it's a shame you couldn't remember mine this morning. You were screaming it all night after all."

Rachel's mouth hangs open and her expression on her face is absolute shock. When she comes to a little bit she glares at the man and smacks him on the arm. "Really Dr. Puckerman? This is inappropriate!"

"I'm kind of an inappropriate guy Dr. Berry," he responds while laughing.

She shakes her head unamused. "Can we just forget that ever happened? You're my boss and this is awkward and it can't really get any wor-"

"I can't really forget last night," he murmurs as he moves closer to her until he's leaning against the wall with his arm trapping her in place. Their bodies are only centimeters from touching and he looks into her eyes a minute, lulling her into a spell almost. The hazel in his eyes is even brighter than it was last night. He leans down until his mouth is in line with her ear.

"I can't really forget about everything we did last night," he whispers while Rachel shudders at the sensual tone of his voice. "I can't forget how fucking eager you were when we got inside your house and you let me take you against the door. Your heels were digging in my skin but I didn't care because you felt so damn good around me, so fucking tight. God we rocked together so in rhythm once we got on your floor. And baby when we got our clothes off and I was able to feel your body, I didn't know skin could be that soft. You can't tell me you want to forget my fingers trailing down your stomach and teasing your clit while you whined for me to just touch you already. You can't forget all that."

Rachel's breath labored at the memory of how he felt against her all night. She felt his lips lay a soft kiss against her earlobe, so soft that she can't even say for sure that it happened. But then heat left her body as Puck pushed away from the wall and slowly backed away from Rachel.

"How about we be inappropriate together again? Say Friday night?" he asks with a smirk, seeing how effected she was by his words.

Rachel lets the haze of lust leave her mind and reason settle in. Her gaze hardens and she stands up straight. "No Dr. Puckerman. You're an attending, I'm an intern. It would be foolish for us to take this relationship outside of the professional level. Last night was great but we were drunk and it's not going to happen again. Katie Brice's parents are waiting for you to answer some questions for them so you better go."

Dr. Puckerman raises an eyebrow at her and just laughs. "Alright Dr. Berry. I guess I'll see you around."

He leaves the stairwell and Rachel is left nervous. She knows this man will be trouble.