A/N: Only my second Puckelberry fanfic….I hope you like.
You Broke Her, And Now I'm Going To Fix Her
I let myself into Rachel's house; I had a key for when her dads were away on business. They trusted me, the known womaniser, over Rachel's boyfriend, Finn Hudson. I slowly closed the door, and listened. I heard the water shut off. I stayed downstairs respecting Rachel's space; we were just friends. She knew I was in love with her, she knew and chose to ignore it, she didn't brush me off when I tell her every day, I like the little smile she gives me, that pulls at my heart, making me love her just that little bit more. I settled for being the one to watch over her when her dads were gone, the one that picked her up from the mall because Hudson was a incapable fucker who didn't have a car, but anyway, I stole a few snacks from her dad's hiding place, writing down what I took so I could replace them. I sat on the couch, watching some crap that was on TV at this time of the day, evenings sucked, but I got to spend some of it with Rachel so all wasn't that bad.
I heard the stairs creak, and saw Rachel walk past the living room, dressed in an oversized jumper and long pyjama bottoms, so unlike Rachel. She came into the room a few moments later, a plate of raw vegetables, or rabbit food as I called it, in her hand.
"You'll have to leave soon, Finn's coming over at seven," Rachel said with a shaky voice. I looked at the clock, it was only half five but Rachel insisted that I left an hour before Finn was due. She never explained why, but I just nodded at her wishes. She sat next to me, as close to me as physically possible, I wrapped my arm around her, my hand slipping under the collar of her jumper, resting my hand on her collarbone, she didn't mind when I did this, but she always said that I couldn't do anything else. I noticed that she closed her eyes, in of an almost flinch.
"Why have you stopped singing?" I asked her, as she placed her plate on the floor. I felt her tense; no one had asked that why her behaviour had changed, they didn't want to know. She had stopped singing, stopped fighting with Kurt and Mercedes over solos weeks ago, she stopped wearing her 'Rachel Berry skirts' and her knee high socks, opting for loose fitting jeans or trousers. It wasn't Rachel.
"I just…h…I don't…feel…like it anymore," when you've known a girl for as long as I've known Rachel, you could tell when she was lying, all the signs. Rachel couldn't lie very well, and I could see right through her.
"Rach' please don't lie to me," I whispered, running my fingers through her long, shiny brunette hair.
Rachel didn't say anything, she got up, went to pick up the plate off the floor, and I could see she was on the verge of screaming on pain, her eyes told me.
"Rach'," I reached out for her, but she pulled back, avoiding my touch.
"Puck," she only called me Puck when she was upset or angry, "you need to leave," she hissed, not looking at me, there was something, something really, really wrong, I could see it, and I needed to know and I needed to know now.
I shook my head and stood firm. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell what the fuck is wrong." I said firmly.
Rachel snapped her head in my direction, her eyes full of pain, she walked out of the room, and I followed her into the kitchen. I slouched against the doorframe, watching her wash her dishes. She turned; her eyes closed, and ended up walking into the corner of the table, the sharp glass corner digging into her hip. She screamed in pain, and I practically dived across the room, to catch her from falling.
"It hurts," she whimpered, placing her hand over her hip, wincing. I dug through the freezer, finding a back of peas. I carefully lifted the side of her jumper, and pressed the ice cold bag against her red inflamed skin, she hissed at the contact. After holding it there for a few minutes, I moved the bag away and lifted her jumper further, intending to dry her skin, but doing that revealed an oddly shaped purple mark; I lifted the jumper a little further, to see that it was oddly shaped because it was hand shape bruise on her waist. I gasped and she suddenly pulled her jumper down when she realised that I'd seen.
"Did he do this to you?" she knew exactly who 'he' was, she nodded slowly, and I sprung back onto my feet, my blood boiling, so angry.
"I'm going to kill him," I told her firmly. I kissed her forehead like always, and told her that I wouldn't be long.
"I love you," I whispered, as she tried to make me stay, not to so this, but we both knew that I had to, no-one hurts her, no-one.
I drove over to Finn's, and burst in, luckily his parents were out and he was in the kitchen, pulling on his shoes.
"Puck, what are you…" I didn't give him chance, my fist went straight into his face, making him stumble back, holding his nose. Blood ran down his face.
"What the fuck dude?" Finn asked, grabbing a towel holding it to his nose.
"I know, now stay the fuck away from her or I WILL kill you Hudson," I told him, and left, returning to Rachel.
I didn't leave her alone that night, and I made her phone her dad's in the morning, and tell them what he had done to her. I stayed out of the room while she told them on the phone; I couldn't deal with hearing it…
