Hey guys, I came up with this idea and wanted to see what you thought of it. It's my first Puckleberry story so please tell me what you think.


Rachel's POV

I was sitting in the bleaches watching the championship game. It was coming to an end and the scores were extremely close.

I watched my boyfriend, Noah, play, with a smile plastered over my face. He loved it when I came to watch him play football, especially for such an important game.

I could tell he was getting tired, but he was defiantly putting everything he had into these last few minutes. He wanted to prove to me that they could win this game, and I was apparently the lucky charm (to him anyway).

The clock went down, second by second. The end of the game grew closer and as every minute passed, the game was getting more exciting and more intense.

I heard the players yelling to each other, I'm not sure what it was about, and it seemed like Noah didn't know either. He wasn't concentrating on what his teammates were saying and before anyone had a chance to say anything, or stop him, two members of the other team pushed him to the ground.

It wasn't just any old push that many of the players experience throughout the game, where they get knocked over, it hurts a little, but then they get up and keep playing. This was different…

Everyone was silent as they waited for him to get back up. My heart started racing a million miles an hour, as he lay there. He didn't get back up… he just lay there, in the wet grass, his football helmet a few meters away from him after being knocked off. The spectators remained silent.

I shook my head and whispered to myself "no Noah… please, please get back up…" he didn't… "Noah!" I said, as I raced over onto the field, avoiding anyone who tried to hold me back.

Coach Beiste, Finn and some of the other football players huddled over him. That's when I saw him, his face and jersey was covered with dirt and loose pieces of grass, he had an open cut on his forehead that I assume happened when the helmet was knocked off, and a cut on his bottom lip. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. "Noah?" I said, as Finn let me past.

"Puckerman… come on now," Coach Beiste said, trying to stay clam.

"Noah? Please… you need to get up… everything's going to be okay." I said, placing my hand on his cheek. It was cold and wet, and I could feel his jaw trembling.

"Rach…" he mumbled, as he tried to sit up, but failed.

"I'm here," I whispered.

"I… I…" he stumbled on his words. Nothing else came out. He coughed, and that was the moment I knew it was serious… blood.

"Hudson, call and ambulance, we need to get him to the hospital." Coach Beiste said to Finn.

I stayed by Noah side; I could tell he was only half conscious. He tried to speak, but I stopped him.

"Everything's going to be okay… Everything's going to be okay," I reassured him, but also myself.

Was everything going to be okay?


Hope you liked it, sorry it's short I was going to just make it a one-shot, but I think I can make it more detailed if I do it over a few chapters. Please review and tell me if you want me to continue. Thanks for reading! :)