Summary: AU, Rachel and Puck are together, but they fight a lot, they are broken, but not lost. What happens when something happens to Rachel and Puck may lose her? Can their love be strong enough to overcome even death?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mind LOL…

A/N: Okay so the summary sucks. This is an idea I got from watching the video of the song Say Something by Christina Aguilera and A Great Big World. I wanted to write it down before I forget about it. This may be a one shot or more depending on the interest but I would love to write more about this. Could be a series of one-shots, I don't know and it will be first person and it can switch between POV'S and normal view. So onto the story…..

26 October 2019:

I am so angry, why must she always pick a fight? This fight is completely different though, she thinks I am cheating on her or some shit, because somehow a chick at the club I was playing at slipped her number into my pocket and she found it. Hey, I didn't know about it, but fuck it I have had it. Fights happen way too often for my liking and understanding.

She doesn't trust me. I mean I know the Puckzilla was and I say again, was, a sex shark before, but then my eyes opened and I fell for her, so hard, and the thought of even screwing it up scares me, I love her and only her.

I have been faithful-ish but I really can't help it if women keep throwing themselves at me, look at me I am doing well, I have a record deal, I am (let's face it ladies) hot. The brown haired chick at the club kissed me with her standing right there so I guess it's reasonable that she is pissed. She looks so hot when she gets angry. I just want to push her back on the table and…..

"Noah Puckerman are you even listening? Why are you smirking!?" She yells whilst slamming her tiny hands on the table, getting me back from my thoughts. She may have totally misunderstood my expression. Shit. "You know what I am just going to go, I need to get out of here for a while. I don't know for how much longer I can stand this. I am so tired. Goodbye Noah." She says in a gentle broken voice, I see a small tear falling down her cheek. I can hear how tired she is but for some reason I just keep on sitting down.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." I say and she disappears from the kitchen. 15 minutes later I hear the door slam so hard, it's weird that I start smiling, but she always knew how to make a good exit, even if there is nothing to smile about. My little diva sure knows how to get pissed off. I am angry, I have so many mixed emotions right now, but my anger gets the better of me, why can't she give me a fucking break? That kiss was wrong and a long time ago, we sorted it out, she forgave me and understood that the girl came on to me and kissed me. I swear to you I did not kiss her back or that I even knew her from somewhere. I even promised on Beth's life that I would never cheat on her.

After hours of explaining she believed me and things were goo from there, and oh man, was the make-up sex hot. Hmmm anyway, where was I?

I get up from where I was sitting at the dining table, I make my way to the front door because most of our fights leads to her saying she is leaving, then she just sits outside, or I sit outside, well more like she tells me to go, but after a while thing would cool down and we would be good again. I didn't think it would be any different, I open the door and my heart drops when I see that she is not there, or on our porch swing. I shrug it off, thinking that she went to Hummel's them being some bffff's or something. Wow, maybe I do need to listen more. I will call her later.

I walk around the house to make sure she isn't here, and that was a workout. The yard and house is huge, it was our choice though, we wanted the space. We are both into music and we know a shitload of people, so gathering or as I like to call them, parties needed the space. It's a beautiful double story house in Long Island. There are four bedrooms, the main bedroom and guestrooms, the dining room, three bathrooms along with the one in the main bedroom, the living room, which was very spacious, an office space and what we like to call our music room.

Rachel and Hummel were the ones who decorated the house, it was very modern, with a lot of paintings and posters of Musical Icons and Broadway shows. Some of the decorations like flowers and other items were too girly for my style, but it didn't really bother me. I make my way to the living room, I turn on the surround sound, TV and Playstation about to kill me some zombies. But first, I must get some beer and snacks. I need to munch.

More than a few minutes pass, could have been hours, but I don't really notice because I was on a roll. There was something nagging me in the back of my mind but I can't really figure out what it is. I am just hoping it's the three or four beers that I have had, or at least that is what I tell myself because I was still mad. Then it hit me. I forgot to call Hummel to check on my Diva. I pause my game, pull my phone out my pocket and call Lady Hummel.

"Hello?"

"Hummel cut to the chase and tell me, is Rachel with you?" I interrupt him. I wasn't in the mood to have a convo with the guy and I wanted to make sure Rachel was safe.

"Puck you two should stop fighting, it's not healthy and…"

"Kurt shove it and just tell me."

"Well since you asked so nicely, no, she is not here." He said sarcastically. I ended the call before anything else was said and dialed her number.

It rings and rings, going to voice mail. "Hi you've reached Rachel Berry I can't take your call right now, so please leave a message." I end the call and try again and again only to find the same response so eventually I just leave a message. "Rach come on pick up your phone or at least let someone know where you are. I know you are still pissed but please let's talk, just answer." I sigh and drop the call. Hopefully she will listen to the message and call back or at least call lady face. Maybe she was there the whole time, and told lady face not to tell me. I will just continue my game until she stops her diva fit.

I got woken up by a ringtone I did not recognize, it must have been an unknown number calling, I was busy debating whether or not I must answer, I let it go to voicemail and try to sleep again. I passed out on the couch after 1 am I think. The ringing comes again, I grab my phone and see it is just as I thought, a number I didn't know. I look at the time and it was fucking 2:27 in the morning. When I don't party that is way too early to be waking me up, I answer anyways.

"Yeah what is it?" I was irritated.

"Is this Noah Puckerman?" The voice said way to professional for my taste.

"Yeah?" What I heard next shocked me so bad I couldn't even hear what he was saying.

"Alright , I am Dr. Micheals, I am calling from Brookhaven Memorial Hospital, we have a Rachel Berry here, and I am afraid she may not make it through the night…"

The only reply falling from my lips was NO!

A/N 2: I hope this won't be just a one shot..Please tell me what you think and if you have any ideas.