A/N: So I know that this storyline has been done before, but I'm hoping that mine is a little bit different. I chose to tell this from Puck's POV because we often get the victim's POV, but not those around her. And in case you didn't figure it out this does deal with rape (although the actual event is NOT included in the story) so it this will bother you please don't read. I look forward to hearing what each of you thinks.

What the hell had he been thinking having a party? He couldn't even enjoy himself and get drunk because he was too busy trying to make sure that these fuckers, who were supposed to have just been his friends but no they had to tell everyone, didn't fuck up his house. Puck shook his head. This was so not how he'd wanted to spend his Saturday night.

Everyone was downstairs getting wasted and here he was sober as all hell trying to make sure no one was fucking anything up in any of the rooms. He pushed open the door to his sister's room to find a couple of kids that he didn't know making out on her bed. "Get the fuck out." He glared at them as they jerked apart. What the fuck was wrong with them? This room obviously belonged to a little girl and here they were making out and who knows what would've happened if he hadn't come up? "Stay the fuck downstairs or you can leave."

He shook his head again as hurried past him and down the stairs. His head snapped to the side when he heard a noise coming from his room. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me," he muttered to himself as he stalked over to his room.

He threw the door open, but the awaiting sight was not what he was expecting. He'd been expecting to see another couple fooling around, but he was shocked by what he found. On the floor, a brunette was curled up in the corner of his room, covered only in a sheet from his bed. "What the fuck?"

At the sound of his voice, the girl's head shot up.

"Fuck, Berry. What the hell?" Puck shot into the room, kneeling before her.

Rachel pulled away from him, curling herself into the wall as tears ran unchecked down her face. "Stay away from me."

Puck leaned back on his heels, his thoughts going in a thousand different directions. What the fuck was going on? Why the hell was Rachel on his floor naked? He reached out his hand to push the hair out of her face, but she all of the sudden went crazy.

She lashed out, her hand scraping down his cheek and throwing him off balance as she screamed. He fell onto his butt, staring at her in shock. "Berry, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He looked over at her again, taking in the shocked eyes and her naked body. No, it couldn't be. He glanced down and saw the blood that dotted the sheet. He felt the fury build within him as he realized what he was seeing before him. "Fuck, Berry. Who the hell did this to you?"

Rachel continued to stare at him, her eyes crazy as she continued to stare at him – or maybe it wasn't at him, but more like through him - as the tears continued to fall down her face. It was like she wasn't really seeing him, but if she wasn't seeing him then what the fuck WAS she seeing?

What the hell was he supposed to do? If what he feared was true, he didn't know what he should be doing. He wasn't cut out for this shit. He wasn't some touchy feely pussy who knew what the fuck to do when a girl sat on his floor after possibly being raped. Rape. Just the word sent a fresh bout of fury coursing through him. If it turned out that was what happened, and he was willing to bet anything that it was, then he was going to kill whoever had done this to her.

"Berry, come on. Snap out of it, please. I need to know the hell happened." Puck didn't want to touch her, for fear of what she would do if he tried to do that again. He waved his hand in front of her face, watching as her eyes slowly began to focus.

"Puck?"

"Oh thank God. What happened to you?"

Rachel looked down at herself and he could see the thoughts run across her face as they ran through her mind. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."

"Don't go getting all hysterical on me again, Berry. I need to know what the fuck happened to you." He paused and when she didn't respond he shook his head. When he spoke again his voice was barely a whisper. "Did someone rape you?"

Rachel's eyes shot up to meet his, tears falling freely again. Her head moved only fractionally, but it was enough to make him shoot up off the floor and begin pacing in front of her. "Who did this to you Berry? I will fucking kill them." When she still remained quiet, he sank to the floor in front of her, his hands clenched to his side; he tried to control his voice as he spoke, "Tell me who did this to you."

Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, fear in her eyes. Fuck, now he was scaring her. He didn't know much about rape victims (okay, he didn't know anything), but he was pretty damn sure that he shouldn't be scaring her. He had to calm the fuck down, but how the hell was he supposed to do that while she sat there in front of him shaking?

"Look, I'm sorry if I'm scaring you, but I don't know what to do." He heard his voice quiver with the helplessness that he was feeling. "The only thing that I know to do is find out who the fuck did this to you so that I can beat the living shit out of them."

"No." Her voice was so quiet that he almost didn't hear her.

"What?"

"No. I won't tell you who it was so that you can go beat him. I won't." Rachel shook her head and her hand let go of the sheet that she'd held clamped against her chest so it pooled at her waist.

"Fuck, Berry." Puck averted his eyes, but the sight of her bare breasts was now burned into his mind.

Rachel quickly pulled the sheet up to cover herself again. If it was even possible, she began to shake even harder.

Well, shit, if she wasn't going to tell him who had done this to her then maybe he could figure it out on his own. Who all had he seen her with that night? Shit, why hadn't he been paying more attention?

He recalled her coming in with Finn; he'd given her a ride to the party. He'd seen them together throughout the night, but nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. They'd talked and although she'd tried to flirt, Finn's dumb ass had been oblivious. He thought harder and recalled seeing Finn downstairs with Santana all over him just moments before he'd headed upstairs. Plus, there was no way that Finn would do this to Rachel, and she'd have been more than willing to give it up to him.

He'd seen her with Mike in the living room, dancing. But that's what they always did – Mike and Rachel, that is. If there was music, they were dancing. And it's not even like they were dancing close together or anything. There was no way Mike would've done it either. Mike was his boy.

After dancing, he saw her with Jesse, who was home for the weekend from UCLA, in the kitchen. They were chatting and there may have been a bit of touching and flirting. He remembered thinking that he found it odd, only because before Jesse had left for school, they hadn't been speaking at all, but it was Berry that he was talking about and there was no way anyone could really stay mad at her. Which is exactly what Jesse had explained to him when he'd asked him about it. And they'd both commented on how hot she was looking that night. But that was the last time he'd seen them together; but again, Jesse had no reason to do it either since Rachel would totally give it up to him, Puck was sure of it.

Had he seen her after that? Yes, he had. She'd been chatting with Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Artie when Matt had pulled her away to dance. They'd been dancing awfully close, bodies moving in time to the bump and grind music that blared through the house. Not that he'd thought anything of it at the time, but could it have been Matt? He knew that Matt thought she was hot, but he'd never acted on it because of who she was – especially because of who she was to his friends. There was no way that his friend Matt would do this either.

Shit, that left someone he didn't know and there were so many people here that he didn't know. Fuck. "Damn it, I'll be back." Puck shot out of the room with only one thought: to find Quinn. She could help. She would know what to do.

He barreled down the stairs, shoving people out of his way as he looked through the crowd to find her. His eyes zeroed in on her where she sat talking to Jesse in the doorway to the kitchen. "Quinn!" he tried to yell to get her attention, but the noise was too much and his call was buried in it. "Damn." He shoved his way through the crowd of people who stood between the stairs and where she stood.

When he reached her, she turned to him, a smile on her face. "Hey, babe." The smile died as she took in his face, the scratch on his cheek and the fear in his eyes. "What's wrong, Puck?"

He glanced at Jesse before looking back at Quinn. "Something's wrong with Rachel. I need your help."

Quinn looked up at him quizzically, not understanding why she would need to help him with Rachel. They still didn't get along and what did she really care if something was wrong with Rachel?

"Damn it, Quinn. I need your help now." He grabbed her hand, dragging her through the crowd towards the stairs. Once they were upstairs he finally glanced back and noticed that Jesse had trailed behind him.

Jesse just shrugged. "I don't want anything to happen to Rachel, I'll help any way that I can."

Puck just shook his head. "Fine, but you both need to be prepared that it's not pretty." He shoved open the door to his room and walked in. He heard Quinn's quiet gasp as she saw Rachel on the floor.

Rachel's head snapped up again, her eyes widening when she saw them. "Get out! Leave me alone! I don't want you here! Get out! Out!" Rachel turned her fearful eyes to Puck. "Get them out! Oh my God." Sobs wracked her body and she began to hyperventilate.

Puck's eyes widened. He'd only meant to help her and once again it seemed that he'd made it worse. What was he supposed to do now?

"Out!" Rachel screeched again as the tears ran down her cheeks unchecked, clinging to the sheet and burying her face into her hands.