Hello everyone! At first I was going to wait to do this story but I decided that I have so many ideas for it that I have to do it now. Some themes I got from ABC Family's The Fosters but it won't be anything like the show. For this story, Puck isn't as much of a badass as he is normally depicted and Rachel is going to be more of the badass. Things are going to get dramatic and intense so be prepared. Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Enjoy!

Plot: Puck is a heartbreaker at school who has the girls wrapped around his finger to hide how empty he feels inside. Until he meets his match in the tough new girl, Rachel Berry, whose rough exterior is used to protect the secrets of her past. Can these two break down each other's walls and the player will finally be tamed?

Chapter 1

Rachel ran and didn't bother looking back behind her. She didn't need to see what was behind her, she just needed to make sure she got as far away from that house as possible. When she finally got away far enough, she stopped to take a breather. Realizing that she didn't have anywhere to go, Rachel walked until she found the child welfare center. Knowing that it was closed at this time of night, she sat on the ground and used her bag as her pillow before finally closing her eyes and getting some sleep.

When she woke up the next day, Rachel found her social worker, Emma Schuester, standing over her frowning. Rachel sat up and looked up at her. "I'm guessing they called you?"

Emma nodded. "First thing this morning. Come on." She offered her hand and Rachel took it as she stood up. They went inside the center and went to Emma's office. Rachel sat down across from her as she sat down to look at her. "What happened, Rachel? I thought things were finally getting better for you?"

Rachel shrugged, trying not to show any emotion from what happened. "You thought wrong. I just need somewhere else to go. Maybe that all-girls group home that you were threatening to send me to."

Emma shook her head. "I can't do that. Unfortunately they're all filled up. Besides, I don't think a group home would be a proper fit for you."

"And why not? They're filled with girls who do hard crimes, I don't see what the problem is."

"Exactly, the girls did terrible crimes. You, however, have not done anything too bad so I don't see why a group home would be necessary for you."

Rachel rolled her eyes, knowing that Emma had already made up her mind about it. "Okay so where am I going to go?"

Emma thought for a moment. "Give me time to think about that. Why don't you go see Miriam? I'm sure she'd be happy to see you."

She smirked. "You know Miriam hates me. But because you're actually telling me to go bug the shit out of her, I'd be a fool to say no."

Emma shook her head as Rachel got up and left her office. She had no idea where Rachel could go now. There weren't a lot of group homes nearby and the last thing she wanted was to send her someplace outside of Lima and have her feel as if she's been abandoned again. Suddenly, she got an idea and called her husband.

"Hello my love," he answered.

She smiled at the greeting. "Hi, are you free? I need your help with something."

"I've got a few minutes before my class starts. What do you need?"

"Remember that couple you were telling me about? The one who were licensed foster parents?"

"Leroy and Hiram Berry, yes I remember. What about them?"

Emma bit her lip before asking. "Do you think they would be willing to take in a foster child as soon as possible?"

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Rachel looked out the window at the house Emma pulled up in front of. She turned to Emma. "So how'd you pull this off so quickly?"

"My husband knows them and told me about them. This should be a good place for you."

Rachel went quiet before muttering, "You thought the same thing about the last place."

Emma sighed as they got out of the car and started walking towards the house. The door opened and two men stepped out, causing Rachel to look at Emma in confusion. Emma ignored the look and kept walking until they reached them. She smiled at them. "Hello, my name is Emma Schuester."

One of the men smiled and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Emma. I'm Hiram and this is my husband, Leroy."

"Husband?" Rachel blurted. When Emma gave her a look, she quickly shut her mouth.

Emma looked back at Hiram and Leroy. "This, of course, is Rachel."

The two men smiled and Leroy shook Rachel's hand. "Nice to meet you Rachel."

Rachel fake smiled. "I guess I should say likewise."

After an awkward silence, Hiram motioned inside. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

They all walked inside and sat in the living room. After a few seconds of silence, Hiram decided to break it. "So Rachel how old are you?"

Emma sent her a look, telling her to be nice so Rachel sighed before answering. "I just turned sixteen two months ago."

Leroy nodded. "Did you do anything special?"

She smirked. "I got taken out of a foster home. Turned out the parents were a part of some drug cartel and police came and busted in on the whole thing. Let's just say they won't be getting out of prison anytime soon."

Hiram and Leroy stared at her in shock while Emma intervened. "How long have you two been foster parents?"

Recovering from the shock, Hiram was the first to speak. "About five years. We know we're not the typical choice for foster parents but we have proven to be very fit for it."

Rachel rolled her eyes. At this point, she didn't believe that anyone was fit to be a foster parent. It was all an act so they wouldn't alarm Emma and get her to change her mind about leaving her there. "Where's the bathroom?"

Leroy pointed up. "Upstairs, first door on your left."

She got up and went upstairs as Hiram and Leroy looked at Emma. Hiram tried to find words. "Well she's…interesting."

Emma sent an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for such a short notice. I know it may not look like it but I can promise you, Rachel is a good kid. She's just had a rough time. She's been bounced around to different foster homes since she was seven so all she knows are bad homes and awful foster parents."

Hiram nodded in understanding. "Well we can assure you that isn't us. We care about every child that walks through our door and Rachel won't be any different."

Leroy nodded at his husband's words. "She's in good hands here."

Emma smiled. "That's good to know. My husband speaks highly of you so I don't doubt that she will be taken care of here." Just then, Rachel came back downstairs as Emma stood up. "Well everything is good here so I guess I will be leaving you now."

Rachel walked with Emma to the door. "I guess I'll see you in about a month or so? Maybe sooner."

Emma gave her a look. "Please at least try to make this work. I know these aren't the type of people you're used to but-"

"Give them a chance anyway. Got it." She gave a small smile before hugging her.

When they pulled away, Emma looked at her. "Call me if you need me."

Rachel nodded as she walked out. After she watched Emma get in her car and drive off, she closed the door and looked at Hiram and Leroy who were standing behind her. "Okay go ahead." They looked at her in confusion. "I know you're about to hit me with all the rules so go ahead."

Leroy looked at Hiram before nodding. "Okay well of course you will be going to school. Your curfew will be ten o' clock on weeknights and eleven-thirty on weekends."

"Eleven-thirty? What am I, fourteen?"

Hiram sighed. "You may be sixteen but we don't know you too well yet. So until you can show us that we can trust you, eleven-thirty on weekends."

Seeing that she wasn't going to win, Rachel gave in. "Fine. Where do I sleep?"

Leroy motioned to the stairs. "Follow us."

They went upstairs and stopped at one of the rooms. Rachel looked inside. "I'm going to assume you haven't adopted any kids of your own?"

Leroy shook his head. "No. The kids that we foster either age out of the system and go out to be on their own or they get adopted by other couples. They were good kids but we haven't quite found that special kid we'd want to keep for ourselves."

Rachel nodded in understanding. "So you're not fostering any other kids right now?"

Hiram shook his head. "Nope, just you."

"Great," she muttered under her breath as Hiram and Leroy left her to get settled. Rachel went into the bathroom that was connected to her room and looked in the mirror at herself. She looked tired, most likely from barely getting any sleep the previous night. After making sure that Hiram and Leroy were downstairs, she lifted her shirt to examine the nasty bruise she had on her side. Memories from the previous night flooded her brain as she quickly put the shirt back down to forget about it. She went back into the bedroom and laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. While she wasn't completely sure how safe this place was, Rachel knew she need to sleep. She just hoped she wouldn't wake up in another unfortunate situation.

What do you think? Are you curious about Rachel's past yet? Let me know your thoughts and where you would like to see the story go. Stay With Me will be updated soon as well. Bye for now :)