A/n this is kind of sad, but don't worry...you'll get some puckleberry goodness in the next couple chapters! That is if you want me to continue. Let me know in a review pretty please (:

Chapter one: The Beginning of the End

[Rachel]

The piece of paper that laid between my fingers felt like a slow fire, striking at my hands and slowly and painfully burning throughout my entire body. I felt my fist clench, the paper crumbling as my heart did. The two words the paper held were all I needed to see to fully understand. It fell to the floor as I gasped for air, "Oh my god."

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" I heard from a muffled voice. I saw my friends surrounding me all of a sudden, as my entire world crashed around me. I squeezed my eyes, the heavy make-up on my eyes making it difficult to do so. "Come on, Rach. Breath, honey."

"She's not saying anything..." I heard more muffled talking in the background, not really noticing what they were saying. I felt myself gasp for more air, my body heaving as I did.

"Get me out of here," I said in a low voice, tears lacing through my words. I repeated it sharp and harshly, "Get me out of here."

The look of realization on Kurt's face, made me know that he finally understood what was happening. He turned to Tina and Quinn speaking harshly, "Get her out of here. I'm going to go to damage control, call me if you need help"

I watched as Kurt walked in the opposite direction, the tears clouding my vision and finally spilling over. I heard Quinn softly speak to me, "Oh Rach."

I dropped the yellow bouquet of flowers I was holding I gasped out the words I dreaded to say:

"He's not coming."

0o0o0o0

I heard my friends pacing the kitchen, presumably discussing my current situation and what to do about it. I looked down at the white dress that still clung tightly to my frame, a feeling of queasiness washing over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, thankful that Quinn let me crash at her apartment for now, but depressed I couldn't change into clothing from my own closet. I knew I had the suitcase with me that would've gone to the beautiful island of Hawaii for my perfectly planned honeymoon, but those clothes just did not feel right to change into. I specifically packed most of those articles of clothing to please... him. Then again, it would probably better than this disgustingly breathtakingly beautiful, over the top white dress. I scoffed down at it.

"Oh Rachel, you should really change into something more comfortable. How are you doing?" Quinn asked gently as she entered the room. I smiled slightly, feeling more grateful for my friends than I ever had.

"I'm just so humiliated." I said desperately.

Tina walked into the small living area and offered me a sympathetic smile, "There really isn't anything to be humiliated about Rach. I may not know how it feels, but I can understand what you're going through and I can assure you it's not your fault."

"I just can't believe it. He wasn't man enough to even talk to me," I sighed dramatically, looked at my friends faces, and ran a hand through my hair overly curled hair in desperation. I always watched those movies where the groom stood up the bride, but I never thought it would happen to me. It just hurts so much, opening yourself up to someone so fully and they just leave you there not even man enough to give me a heads up or come and talk to me in person. "He just left me a fucking note."

My friends eyes widened at me cursing. I always detested when...he did. Quinn spoke softly, "I could kill him."

I smiled softly at them again, "I love you guys so much. What would I do without you right now?"

"Who freaking knows?" Kurt piped in, bursting through the front door. "Everything is smoothed over, thanks to a certain gorgeous divalicious fashionista. Cough...me...cough."

I tried to laugh at his joke, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper, "I appreciate it, Kurt."

He set the two large Bloomingdale bags on the floor and walked up to me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder, "How are you doing, Hunny?"

"I've been better."

"Well of course you have, but don't even think about that right now Rachel. Us three are going to pamper you for the next couple of days," Kurt reached into one of the brown bags he set down and pulled out a set of comfortable underwear, black bed shorts, and a pink tank top. He held it out to me, "I took the liberty of going to you're apartment and grabbing a shit load of things you might need. So, change and get comfy."

I grabbed the clothing from him, tears of admiration springing to my eyes. "Thank you so much, Kurt. I really do love you guys."

"And we love you." They all told me, making me let out a small, sad smile

I carefully got up from the couch, my dress making it difficult to maneuver myself. I made my way to Quinn's bedroom, ready to carefully rid myself of the biggest reminder of my failed attempt at marrying the love of my life. I felt the tears spilling over as I reached for the zipper, It sounded pathetic but the thought of taking off the dress made my stomach sink to the ground. It seemed ridiculous, the fact that it seemed like taking off the dress was like taking away the only hope of him busting through the door and saying something stupid like 'Sorry I'm a little late, babe.'

After getting changed, I looked at the pure white dress that took up most Quinn's queen sized bed and wiped the remaining tears off my face. I admired the silky white material that took up the top of the dress and the lacy material that took up the rest. I bought the dress happily imagining the short train flowing on the ground behind me. I ran my hand along the small beading around the bust area of the strapless dress. I let out more tears, wiping them away without bothering to look in a mirror. I refuse to see how I look right now, because it was definitely not good. When I opened the door that led to the hallway, I heard hushed, serious voices and stopped to listen, adjusting my hearing to catch Kurt in the middle of a sentence.

"... him when I went to pick up the clothes. He almost looked as bad as Rachel, if not worse. He seemed emotionless, like a freakin' zombie. I could just tell he was absolutely devastated with himself."

I could practically hear Quinn huffing as she whispered menacingly, "He fucking should be devastated. I could just kill him, literately kill him."

"I'll be your accomplice," muttered an outraged Tina. I made a point to shut the door loudly, so they knew I was coming. I was too emotionally exhausted to eavesdrop any longer.

I heard them all fall silent as I entered the room. "I left the dress on your bed, Quinn. Do you think you can put it away? I really didn't want to look at it any longer."

"Yeah, no problem honey. Anything for you." She let out a bright grin that I just couldn't return.

I plopped myself back down on the couch and said, "Movie marathon? Do you have any Ben & Jerry's?"

0o0o0o0

A week later, I still did not feel like myself. I couldn't help but feel like I would never laugh or let out a genuine smile ever again. I knew I couldn't let it affect my life, so I decided to return to the apartment that we both lived in to grab all my stuff. I checked the calendar, and once I was positive that he would be at work I left. When I took the steps I sighed softly, the memories invading my mind. I decided that I would move in with Quinn for a while, she offered so I figured she really didn't mind. It was only until I could find a new apartment of my own.

I smoothed out my black pencil skit as I opened the door to apartment 528. When I entered I raced into the bedroom, my black pumps clicking against the wood flooring. It sounded dumb, but just in case I ran into him here, I wanted to look professional and normal...like what he had done didn't faze me. I almost laughed out loud at how utterly false that was. It didn't just faze me, it ruined me.

I started stuffing all my clothing into the bright pink suitcase that I pulled out from under the bed. Once it was full, I pulled out a duffel bag and filled that up. I sighed at the amount of clothes I had, realizing that I might have to make a couple trips. Once I had 3 duffel bags and two suitcases full of my clothing, shoes, and accessories, I figured that the rest of the clothing could stay behind for now at least. I scurried out the door, weighed down by bags and suitcases. One duffel bag slung on my shoulder and the other two wrapped around the tops of the two suitcases I rolled with me. I contemplated leaving him a nasty note...but I figured I shouldn't stoop to his pathetic level. All I did was slowly pull the sparkling, platinum diamond ring off my finger and set it next to the answering machine. I knew he would find it.

I paused for a moment, admiring the most favorite piece of jewelry my eyes have ever seen. The large diamond stood tall and pronounced, shaped almost like star. A star like I thought I was always destined to be. The band held smaller diamonds all the way around and every time she saw it sparkle she smiled softly. I knew he had saved up for that ring for the longest time. I sighed miserably, blinked the stray tears away, and shook it off. I was Rachel Barbara Berry. I could handle this.

When I reached the sidewalk outside of the apartment, I bumped into someone on my way to my car. I took a minute to recover from my embarrassment and before I could even apologize I felt my heart drop to my stomach. It was him, I could just tell. I could smell his boyish scent and feel his large presence beside me. When I finally spoke, my voice came out in a soft, teary gasp:

"Puck?"

A/n: Next chapter will pick up right where we left off...BUT in Puck's POV. REVIEW if you want this to be continued. Also, I might post links in my profile to pictures of the engagement ring and the wedding dress because I based them off real ones. Only if you guys are interested in that! Lol Look forward to hearing from you all :)