Hey guys, this is a two shot. I hope you like it. Please review. Its different from what a usually write. Let me know what you think :D
Ash :)
Summery:- Rachel's dad leaves and Rachel runs off and find herself at a party.
The door slammed, they were fighting again. It was the fifth time this week, her father was on the verge of leaving. Why? She thought they loved each other? What happened?
There was a knock on the door, she wiped away her tears and opened it, it was her dad.
"Muffin, would you mind going to the Puckerman's house? Mrs. Puckerman asked for your help baking cookies for the bake sale this weekend." he pleaded.
"Yes of course daddy!" Rachel replied, glad to be getting out of the house.
Her fathers were no where to be seen when she left, not that she cared, she didn't want to see him.
She let the tears flow on the short walk to the Puckerman's, she was disappointed in herself, she didn't want to cry.
When she door opened Mrs. Puckerman took one look at her and pulled her into a smothering hug, which she melted into. The tears flowed even stronger.
It was dark by the time Mrs. Puckerman dropped Rachel off home, you didn't have to know the situation to see something was wrong. The house felt cold, empty and unloved.
Rachel politely thanked Mrs. Puckerman for the lift and unwillingly left for the house. When she went inside her fears were answered. Furniture was tipped over, pictures where smashed, and she noticed her daddy's belongings missing. She stood there, frozen, and then she turned around and ran.
She ran until she ran out of breath and broke down at a bus stop, she could hear a faint thumping of music coming from around the corner. She stood up to investigate, as she neared she took in her surroundings, that's when she noticed she was outside Santana's house, the source of the music. Looking down she noticed that she was just wearing a pair of short denim shorts and a white tank top. She hesitated going in, that was until she saw this group of older men walking towards her.
Once she was inside she took in her surroundings, the people were older, and she didn't recognise anyone. She turned to leave when she heard someone call her name.
"Berry?"
She turned back around and it revealed Robert Lopez, Santana's older brother.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned.
"Robbie!" She cheered "Uhhh, Long story, hows college treating you?"
"Yeah good, I got back the other day, and thought I'd throw a famous Lopez party." he teased.
"Oh look, your back and your already trying to kiss her again, classy dickhead" a cold voice came from behind Rachel.
Rachel didn't need to turn around to discover the owner of the voice. A very annoyed Santana.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped at Rachel.
"Back of Satan" Robbie snapped,
"Whatever" she sneered and stalked off into the crowed.
"So she's pissed about that hey" Robbie said turning back to Rachel, who was blushing furiously.
"Um yeah, kinda made school hell during sophomore" She replied looking at the ground.
"Who cares, here grab a drink" he said pointing to the bar, "enjoy yourself" and with a wink he was off.
Rachel wandered towards the bar, weighing up the pros and cons, she signed a pledge, yet she wanted to forget. Forgetting overpowered the pledge, and she grabbed a two beers, downing the first one, then went for a walk with the other.
She walked into the kitchen where someone handed her a shot and she drank up.
Feeling a good buzz going she went in search of more alcohol.
She wandered around when she found a full bottle of Tequila, and picked it up.
"Bottoms up" she thought to herself and took a shot from the bottle.
She felt a pair of eyes burning into her the whole time she was there, wanting to know who they belonged to she turned around, she saw a pair of intense hazel eyes somewhat glaring at her. She smiled when she noticed it was Puck. Her heart fluttered, she started to walk over, when a girl come from nowhere and attached herself to his lips. Rachel could only stare, she felt a tear build up when she turned around and headed downstairs into the basement.
When she reached the bottom, she took another long swig from the tequila. She didn't noticed the group of guys sitting in the room, smoking, staring at her, until one of them spoke.
"Hey babe slow down" The rough voice advised.
That when she noticed this room was different to upstairs, she could smell the dope, the smoke cloud was intoxicating, and the music was playing some slow beat.
"What's it to you" She snapped in a drunken stupor.
"Wow, chill out babe, want a hit?" Rachel looked at him like he was asking her to give up her voice, she had many thoughts going through her head, one one which stood out the most was pain. At that moment she knew what she was going to do.
Five minutes later she was sitting on the lounge, smoke filled her lungs, her head way dizzy. As the tequila she took from upstairs was passed around, another body entered the room. A body which Rachel knew well.
"Come on Rachel, we're going home." Pucks voice flooded through the smoke.
"No Noah, I'm quite happy where I am" she replied stubbornly.
"Rachel, We have a Glee meeting tomorrow" he made up as a desperate attempt to make her leave.
"Really, Okay, See ya guys" She said as she stepped up the stairs not waving at anyone particular.
Once they were in Pucks car, Rachel was staring at Puck.
"Your like really hot, like really, really hot." she said in a daze reaching out to touch his face.
"You should be a Calvin Klein model" She continued whilst trying to lift up his shirt.
Puck slapped her hand away. He needed to concentrate on the road, and not on how the hot stoned brunette is touching him.
"You have like really lovely arms" she commented whilst poking them.
Puck stared to laugh. Berry was out of her mind.
"WOW! I'm like sooo hungry!" She commented looking out the window.
Puck looked sideways at her as he drove. She was completely out of it, there was no way he could take her back to hers. He knew about her dads, his mom told him when he got home. That is when he remembered his mom had the graveyard shift tonight and that his house was empty, so he took the next corner and drove to his house.
Once they got to his house, he ran around to help Rachel out. He turned to open the door when he heard a thud. The thud came from a very amused Rachel rolling on his front lawn.
"NOAH! Your lawn is soooooo very soft!" She told him, "Lets sleep on your lawn Noah"
"No Rach, come inside now" he told her, reaching out his hand to help her up.
Rachel went inside like she was told and headed straight for the kitchen. When Puck arrived in there he had to stifle a laugh when he saw Rachel on the floor eating Lucky Charms straight from the box. When she saw him standing there she gave him the expression of a child who just got caught taking a cookie from the cookie jar. She gave him a cheeky grin and held out the box.
"Lucky charms?" she offered, "I know there you favourite"
Puck just shook his head and took the box from her. Once it was replaced in the kitchen cupboard, he reached down and picked Rachel up.
"I feel like a princess!" She sang as he took her upstairs and into his bedroom.
Once he placed her on his bed he went into his second draw and produced a pair of pink pyjamas with gold stars over them. She just gave him a questioning look.
"They were your birthday present, I didn't get a chance to give them to you because you ignoring me after the shit with Finn" He said shrugging it off.
A small smile appeared on her face as he turned around so she could get changed.
Once she was tucked in Puck turned to leave when her small voice stopped him.
"Please stay?" she whispered.
He turned around and looked at her, she looked so small but so adorable.
"Sure babe, I'm just going to get some water I'll be back" he told her as he backed out of the room.
When he returned with two bottles of water and a packet of pain killers he noticed her fast asleep. He smiled at how cute she looked, and placed a bottle and the packet next to her on the bedside table.
Satisfied at his good doing he slid into bed next to her, inhaling her scent and sending himself off into a land of peaceful rest.