A/N: Just a plot bunny that jumped in my head as I was dressed as Rachel at school today.

Thanks you Julia for the title-from the song Comes and Goes by Greg Laswell

And Cassidy, the Kinncest is for you.

Hope you enjoy!

RPOV:

I walked toward the school singing 'Defying Gravity' quietly under my breath. Suddenly I heard a familiar sound; someone was trapped in the dumpsters. But as I listened, I realized something; it wasn't the normal sound of a geek thrown in the dumpster. Whoever it was was obviously kicking the side of the dumpster, but they weren't crying out at all. I walked toward the dumpster slowly, cautiously lifting the lid and standing on tiptoe to peek in. I gasped at what I saw.

A million possibilities had flashed through my head as I walked toward the dumpster, but nothing could prepare me for a gagged and bound Noah Puckerman, lying there almost motionless. His face was caked in blood. Whoever had done this had stripped most of his clothing off. His entire body was covered in bruises, scrapes, and blood.

"Noah?" I said slowly. He jerked his head towards me. I could literally feel how desperately he was trying to speak. "Noah, it's me, Rachel. I'm going to go get some help okay? I'll be right back." It killed me to have to shut the lid on him again, trapping him in the darkness. But I had to get help, and I wasn't strong enough to force the lid up or to get him out.

I ran toward the school, weaving around some late-coming students. I skidded to a halt in front of my ex-boyfriend's locker. He looked down at me with a puzzled expression.

"What's up Rach?"

"Come with me Finn. Now!" I grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the school. I dragged him toward the parking lot, ignoring his confused questions. As we neared the dumpster, Kurt walked up from his car.

"What's going on guys?" He asked.

"Not now Kurt. Wait, don't you two live together, why don't you drive together?"

"Cause he was late this morning." Finn said, smiling at his step-brother. Kurt came to stand beside him, tucking an arm around Finn's tightly. I sighed. I did not want to see this garbage. It was bad enough that Finn, who I was sure was perfectly straight, had broken up with me, because he had 'strange feelings' for Kurt. I did not want to witness the lovefest.

"Whatever. Come here." I led them over to the dumpster, gesturing for Finn to shove the lid up. He looked in and gasped in shock.

"Oh dear God." Kurt muttered. I sighed quietly, first things first.

"Noah. I'm back, okay? I brought Finn. He's going to lift you out. It's all going to be okay." Finn gently reached into the dumpster, trying to pull Noah out as carefully as possible. He settled him into his arms and followed me toward the cars.

"Let's take my car." Kurt spoke up. "It's biggest." I nodded and opened the door after he unlocked it. I slid into the back seat, gesturing for Finn to lay Noah down. I settled his head in my lap carefully.

"Noah, I'm going to get this gag off okay?" He moved his head slightly in acknowledgement. I slid my fingers into the knot carefully, struggling to untie it.

"Here let me help." Finn said, reaching for the knot and recoiling as Noah jumped.

"Stop Finn. Kurt, you want to get his ankles?" At Kurt's nod I turned back to Noah. "Kurt's going to get your ankles loose while I get this thing off." Finn stood by the door at my back looking on awkwardly as I fumbled with the knot.

"Why can't I help?"

"No offense Finn but you're a boy." I said softly.

"Well so is Kurt."

"Yeah, but my hands don't feel like the ones who did this." Kurt chipped in, working the knot tying Noah's ankles together free. "Got it! Puck, I'm going to try to get your hands now." I pulled as hard as I dared, finally getting the gag off his face.

"There." I looked down at his battered face. Noah's left eye was swelled shut and the right eye was partially closed. With all of the blood on his face, I suspected he couldn't see me. "Finn, reach in my purse, I have a bottle of water and a washcloth in there." When he handed me the objects in question, I poured a bit of water on the washcloth. "Noah, I'm going to try to clean your face a little bit. Kurt, drive to my house please."

"Will do." He started the car as Finn climbed in the passenger seat. I cleaned as much of Noah's face as I could, then helped him sit up slightly.

"Here Noah. Little sips." I held the bottle of water to his lips.

"What the heck happened?" Finn asked.

"I, they." Noah struggled for words. "I can't."

"Shh. I told him. "You're going to split that lip again. You don't have to talk about it yet." I held him tight, praying, hoping, that he'd be all right.

A/N: So what do you think? Shall I continue? Or kill this plot now.

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