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She tells Kurt later that night. Of course she does. He's her best friend and she's been trying to work out this...thing with Noah since it started Sophomore year, in between Finn and Jesse. And he's happy for her, which is great. It's just...he's a little too happy. A little too loud.

And guess who he lives with?

She's at her locker the next day (she hasn't seen Noah yet. She hasn't looked. She knows he's usually late and she's painfully punctual, so it's pretty much a moot point.) She's not expecting Finn to approach her. And she's definitely not expecting to hear "Puck? Puck? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not sure how it's any of your business, Finn."

"He’s bad for you."

"You don’t know what’s bad for me, do you?"

"C’mon, Rachel, I know you better than anyone."

"So you kept hurting me on purpose, then?"

"Rach-"

"No, Finn, stop. I won’t-…even if I wasn’t trying this...thing with Noah-"

"Rachel, wake up! He only wants what he can’t have!"

"And why can’t he have me, Finn? I don’t belong to you. We're over, okay? We're done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make sure I have all of my homework for the day."

"You know you do, Rachel. Come on, we need to talk about this..."

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"Homework. And then I'm going to braid Hannah's hair. And then we can make out after your mother gets home." Because someone has to be around to watch Hannah, duh.

"Of course I want to, Noah." Remember, she's the one who was totally on your side about keeping Beth. "I just don't want you to feel like it's something you have to do because we're dating..." She unzips her bookbag, putting her things on the table across from where Hannah's reading The Tale of Desperaux. "I saw the pictures on Shelby's desk, though...she's gorgeous. Hannah, is that homework?"

The 8 year old blushes and puts the book away, pulling out her math notebook.

Hannah just makes a face when she overhears them discussing when exactly they'll be making out. Gross...

"I don't do anything I don't want to. You should know that," Puck reminds her, getting out his books too. Not that he reads them, just takes them to and from school. "Of course she's gorgeous. Look how hot her dad is." He waggles his eyebrows at her.

Rachel just rolls her eyes and pulls out her own books, taking a seat and pointing at the chair next to her. "Homework first. We'll talk about plans afterwards."

This is actually better than doing homework alone at home, she decides. Hannah asks a lot of questions, but she picks up on things quickly and Rachel's more than willing to help. And trying to corral Noah is just funny. 30 minutes in, she's threatened to cancel make outs 3 times.

"My lord." Abigail Puckerman just kind of stands in the doorway, watching her son, daughter and...is that a pretty Jewish girl?! It is! It's her favorite pretty Jewish girl! "Rachel! How are you, sweetheart?" She kisses the top of her head, then Hannah's, scratching a hand over Noah's shaved head.

"I'm doing wonderfully, Mrs. Puckerman, thank you!"

Puck spends more time watching Rachel interact with his sister more than he does on his homework. She's really good with her, which makes him think she'll be awesome with Beth. She's also good with his mom who adores her.

Hell yes, Puck thinks when Mrs. Puckerman finally comes home. Homework time is over. Let the making out begin. But he'll introduce Rachel first, though they've met before, but he'll introduce her properly.

"Mom... this is my girlfriend." Never have those words been uttered in the Puckerman household before.

This is the first time Rachel's heard him say it too, so she grins and kisses his cheek before turning back to working with Hannah on a word problem.

Abigail grins, and Noah can probably recognize her "I'm going to be squishing you and crying and asking about Grandbabies in T minus 10 seconds" look, though she refrains from asking when Rachel's in the room.

Rach shuts her books and sticks them in her bag before holding out her hands for Noah's homework. If he thinks he's gonna get away with her not checking it, he's sorely mistaken.

Puck recognizes that look in his mother's eyes and rolls his eyes fondly at her. Don't get ahead of yourself, Mrs. Puckerman. One baby is quite enough for Puck to handle at the moment.

Rachel seriously reminds him of a teacher sometimes as he holds out his homework for her to take. "All done, Miss Berry."

She checks to make sure he didn't just write down random things to get her off of his back, sliding it back over to him once she's satisfied. "Just making sure."

"Are you going to stay for dinner, dear?" His mom asks as she starts to pull things out of the fridge.

"I don't know. Am I staying for dinner, Noah?"

"Sure, if you want." Like Puck is going to say no to her staying. She's practically one of the family now.

"If I get started now, dinner should be ready in half an hour," Puck's mom tells them.

"Awesome." Puck tugs on Rachel's hand. "Let's go upstairs..."

"But I thought you were going to braid my hair," Hannah says to Rachel, looking disappointed.

Oh come on.

"Of course I am, Hannah. Come on, let's move into the living room." Rachel kisses Puck's temple before she leaves the kitchen with Hannah. You knew this was the deal, Puckerman.

"So. When did this start?" Abigail asks as she chops vegetables for dinner. Her back is to Puck but he can probably hear the smile in her voice.

Puck sighs after Rachel leaves and is helping himself to a drink when his mom gets all nosy.

"Yesterday... Do you want a hand?" he asks his mom if she wants help in the kitchen for the first time ever.

Abigail just blinks at her son, a slow smile spreading across her face. "No, sweetheart, I've got it. Go make sure your sister doesn't drive Rachel away."

Yeah, 'cept they're both singing A Girl Worth Fighting For so it's safe to say that Rachel's pretty okay right now.

Puck thinks the only person he has to worry about driving Rachel away is himself. Not on purpose of course, but naturally he worries he'll do something stupid to fuck things up and drive Rachel away from him.

"Dorks," he chuckles amusedly when he walks in on them singing. He makes himself comfortable on the couch as he watches Rachel put Hannah's hair into perfect braids.

"Oh hush up, Puckerman." Rachel sticks her tongue out at him, finishing up Hannah's french braid, tying an elastic around the end. "All done, Han." She pats the top of her head, letting her move from where she's sitting between her legs.

Unfortunately in the time it takes for Rachel to finish Hannah's hair, Puck has somehow managed to fall asleep on the couch. Homework takes a lot out of him, okay?

"We should draw on his face," Hannah whispers to Rachel with a giggle.

"That's not nice, Hannah. I happen to like his face just the way it is." She shakes her head, trying not to let her see the smile she's hiding. "Why don't we watch tv while your Mom finishes dinner?"

"That's because you're his girlfriend," Hannah pulls a face at her as she switches on the television and puts on cartoons. The volume is on low so they don't wake the sleeping Puckzilla.

"I wish you lived here... You're so much nicer than Quinn."

Quinn had been understandably moody whilst living with them because she was pregnant, which meant she was allowed to be.

"I try to be." Rachel replies before she really thinks about it. "But. That doesn't mean you should talk about people. That's not very nice. Quinn was pregnant and sometimes that makes ladies moody." She corrects. "And anyway, I live with my Dads. Very happily."

"You make my brother happy." Hannah puts her head in Rachel's lap as she watches TV. "He was sad for ages after he came back from the hospital..." After saying goodbye to his daughter for what he thought would be the last time. "But now you're back and so is my neice!" she says excitedly.

"I try to do that too." Rachel smooths her hand over Hannah's forehead. "He makes me happy too. I figure it's only fair that I do the same."

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Welcome to the Fallout

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