I'm not intending for this story to be a long one but rather a short one. I've had this idea in my head for a while and I really just needed to fucking get it out. So here you have it. Hope you like it and stay tuned in.

Firebluez

Ch1 Skin of the Night- m83

Time is nothing but a series of events made up of brief moments and life changing decisions. All it takes is a moment. One moment can destroy a life that once bloomed with perfection. It can turn everything upside down faster than a speeding bullet. Every decision, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. These reactions can cause a chain of events to occur. Sometimes these events can be destructive. But sometimes there is a light that shines after the dust settles and something magical can occur…

The tears come flooding like there is no tomorrow. It's useless to try and stop them. She knows this. Large wet tears fall from her flawless face as she quickly walks down the street in the dead of night. Her heels click hard into the pavement, her hands balled into fists. Anger was coiling through her veins. She really wanted to scream and kick something. G*& DAMNIT SHE SHOULD!

Brown eyes lock onto the first trashcan she sees. Immediately her small body walks over to it with determination. Without another thought she kicked her leg out with power and strength. The old trashcan quickly falls to the ground. Her heart was pounding beneath her chest as she stared down at the defeated object. It didn't make her feel better. For a silly moment she fooled herself into believing that it would. But it was not good enough. I'm never good enough… She's filled with disappointment which is then quickly replaced with anger once again. Her perfectly manicured nails dig into her palms viciously. She feels the pain and enthralls in it. It keeps her in reality.

A cold breeze hits her face, cooling off the overwhelming heat that has consumed her body. Sniffing out loud she wipes the remaining tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her black Gucci jacket. She's had enough of this for tonight. This isn't her. This isn't the way Rachel Berry was raised. Once her tears were dried she continued her walk, retrieving her cell phone from her jacket pocket.

From up above the moon shined down like a beacon, splashing the entire city of Lima with light. The twinkling starlight's above glittered against the dark painted sky. With each passing second the temperature was dropping due to the cold front that was coming through.

At that moment the sound of a loud engine roared down a street swerving heavily from side to side. A lonely half empty beer can stood inside the cup holder of the vehicle. The driver lazily grabbed at the can and chugged whatever content was left. In a matter of seconds the driver tossed the can out the window releasing a loud burp. Music was blasting from the car. It was almost as loud as the engine itself. The driver quickly turned down a street. The wrong street.

Rachel adjusted her coat to hug her body tighter. The temperature was dropping, she could feel it. Her eyes were focused on her phone as she scrolled through various names and numbers. Who was still up? Who would actually pick up?

Finn's name popped up and without another thought she called her boyfriend. Immediately the phone call went straight to voicemail. Rachel growled with anger as she ended the call. He was probably with Santana again tonight.

"Fucking asshole." She muttered beneath her breath.

Her eyes continued to scan through her numbers until she heard it. At first she wasn't paying attention to the obnoxious distant sound. But as it grew louder it drew her attention. The brunette threw a glance behind her and saw a pair of beaming bright lights heading her way. Giving the vehicle no other thought she returned her attention back to her phone. The sound of the engine grew louder as did the bright beaming lights. A sudden eerie feeling crawled down Rachel's spine, brining her attention back up again. She turned around.

Big bright lights burned her eyes almost blinding her at once. But what little she saw quickly drained the blood from her face. The vehicle was heading right for her. Fast. And it was not stopping. Rachel's heart started beating fast and her entire body froze with fear. Time slowed for a few seconds. The young brunette held her breath as the car inched closer and closer to her. Oh my G*& I'm gonna die! Suddenly the car swerved away from Rachel almost clipping her. A second later and the car screeched to a stop a few feet away from the girl.

Rachel gasped for air as she held her hands to her chest, trying to soothe the painful pangs. Her body was shaking with adrenaline. Her knees felt weak and on the verge of collapsing. The driver of the car exited the vehicle. The large build of a man came into view.

"Are you okay? Holy shit, I didn't even see you there! I'm so fucking sorry I wasn't paying attention." The guy expressed in a rush.

The guy drew quick strides over to Rachel who was still in a state of shock. "Hey, you still there?" he asked.

Within a second Rachel quickly returned back to the world and blinked slowly. What the hell just happened? Her brown eyes looked at the strange man in front of her then back to the vehicle a few feet away from her. The memories quickly rushed back.

SMACK!

The tiny hand of the brunette tingled with pain as she retracted it back from the guy's face. "What the HELL were you thinking? YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!"

The guy's brown eyes widened with shock as he took an involuntary step back. He was completely caught off guard by the diva's action. His face burned with the imprint of the girl's palm. She just slapped me…. A small smile crawled onto his face as he casted his gaze down at the girl before him. She was a tiny girl with dark luscious hair. She had dark red puffy eyes that looked as if she had been crying. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were tinged with pink due to the cold weather. As he continued checking her out, he took notice of her clothing. She was one of them. Internally he groaned at the thought. He hated rich kids. They were always so entitled. And this girl in front of him was exactly the definition of elite. Everything she was wearing looked brand new and expensive. And here comes the lawsuit….

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU-

"My name is Puck. Noah Puckerman." The boy cut the girl off with an outstretched hand.

Rachel paused midsentence and glared at the Mohawk boy. What kind of name is Puck? Her eyes flicked between his hand and the cocky grin on his face. The girl decided to ignore his hand and focus on the idiot in front of her. "I don't give a rat's ass about who you are! You almost ran me over with your CAR!"

Puck bit his lower lip before retracting his hand. "Actually that's not my car." He replied with a sheepish smile.

The diva's eyes widen as she looks from the man to the car. She could only assume one thing. "Y-you stole it? Omg! You stole that car!? What the fuck?"

The Mohawk boy began laughing at this. A small pool of drool began trickling down his lips as he tilted his head back. Rachel eyed Puck with disgust. Everything about him was wrong. She knew this because of his untamed Mohawk and the dark leather jacket he was wearing. On his left ear he had one of those weird gage piercings. And if you got close enough you could tell that he reeked of stale cigarettes and beer. He was the epitome of everything she should not associate with. Ever!

"N-no." A small gasp. "I borrowed it from a friend." He replied.

"Right, and I'm sure your 'friend' would appreciate the fact that you almost KILLED somebody tonight!" Rachel growled out.

Puck slowed his laughter to a halt, recollecting himself. "I'm sorry alright. Reality check babe. Full blown. I see the error of my ways."

"Don't you ever refer to me as your babe. I am a woman-"

The taller boy released a loud sigh before rolling his eyes. "Look, I get it. You're a woman who deserves to be treated like a princess and blah blah blah…. Who fucking cares alright. By the looks of it you are already treated like one so it doesn't really matter what the fuck I do. I said I was sorry. And that's all that I have to give. There is nothing more that I can do for you. So if you're looking for some kind of grand gesture or something you're not going to get it. SO get over it. You didn't die. You're still alive. Let's just leave it at that."

Rachel shook her head. She was fuming. Never in her entire life had she ever been treated or talked to this way. And she was angry. Very fucking angry. "How can you even look at yourself in the mirror?" she replied with a dark glint in her eyes.

Puck smiles brightly before slowly walking backwards toward the car. "I do just fine babe. Enjoy the rest of your night. Clearly you're having one hell of a time."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked with a heated tone.

But before she could get an answer Puck was already inside the car. The engine roared to life. Rachel watched as the car lights came on. He was seriously just going to walk away from this. Just like that? The jet black convertible slowly started pulling out from the street. Out of nowhere a rock quickly slammed into the passenger side door. Again the car stopped and Puck got out of the car. The boy threw the diva an incredulous look before rounding over to the passenger side door. At the front end of the door was a tiny sized dent. Puck closed his eyes and drew in a silent breath.

"Shit!" He muttered quietly. "I'm a dead man."

The brunette stood off to the side with a smirk on her lips. Two can play that game asshole! Puck opened his eyes back up and glanced back over at the girl. She is good… And before he even knew it a large smile was gracing his lips.

"I like you." He stated with a nod of his head.

"Well I don't." Rachel threw back.

Puck laughed before running a hand through his hair. He bit the corner of his lip as his eyes traveled off to the left as if in deep concentration. After about a minute or so he looked back up at Rachel and nodded his head with finality.

"Get in." Puck spoke.

Rachel scoffed before rolling her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere with you. And I'm most certainly not getting into that thing."

Puck's brown eyes met with bitter brown. "Last chance. I'm not asking again." He stated with a stern tone.

There was something about the way he said those words that made Rachel actually rethink her answer. Almost…. But she wasn't an idiot. Getting into that vehicle with this Puck guy would be going against everything she had been taught. She knew it. He knew it. She wasn't ready to take that risk. There were too many variables that she did not know. If she got into that car things would change. Her 'perfect' life could potentially get destroyed. There was no way in hell she was going to take that risk.

At that moment her phone buzzed. Rachel tore her gaze away from the boy and glanced down at her phone. Immediately her decision was made as a small fire ignited in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers ignored the call as she quickly walked to the car and hopped in. Puck smiled and threw himself back into the car. Once again the roaring engine came to life and quickly sped off down the road and into the night.

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