Hey guys! This is my very first fanfiction on and about Jarley. I was absolutely devastated about their breakup in the latest Glee episode, so this is about them reconciling after months since their breakup. I'm going to make it a two-chaptered fic, and this first chapter is written in Jake's POV. I'm not sure if I'm going to write the next chapter in Marley's POV, but I'll just see how it goes later on. I hope you like it and review, it means a lot!

Jake looked down at the girl sleeping beside him, makeup smeared and hair all over her face. He did it again. He's only trying to protect himself, shield himself from the hurt he had created, and he—

He was disgusted with himself. Why was he still doing this?

Without thinking, he jumped off the bed and began to grab his clothes off the floor, half tumbling as he managed to put them back on. He needed to go, he can't and won't admit it yet but he needed to go. But again, he's doing the only thing he seems to be good at; running away.

Just when he had put on his shoes, he heard her speak.

"Sweetheart…where are you going?"

He froze on the spot, not trusting himself enough to look back.

"Babe…come back to me. I can make you feel better…" she said, dropping her voice as she peppered his neck with open-mouthed kisses.

And again her kisses were beginning to cloud his better judgment but it was wrong, all so wrong. "I can't. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but last night was a mistake. I'm sorry, I…I need to go."

Jake pulled away from her, blocking his ears from her whines and got out of her room apartment as fast as he could. The wind pierced through his eyes and he was taken aback but he had to get away. He was a mess. He had tried to get rid of the image of her for many months; her eyes, her laugh, her smile, and the way that only he got to make her smile the way she did…but not anymore. He did all that he could to forget about her and ignore the pain he felt, but it was impossible.

He began to walk faster, not knowing exactly where to go but knowing that he had to stop the shaking in his hands.

It was all his fucking fault. How could he have been so stupid? He had lost her, the only girl who ever cared enough to want to know the real him, the only girl who never once judged him, the only girl who ever loved him—and he was stupid enough to cave to a meaningless fling. How could he have been so stupid to let go of the only good thing in his life?

His breathing got heavier as he turned the corner towards an alley until he heard their voices.

"Hey Puckerman! How 'bout some hot stick with your buddies, eh? For the good old days?"

He let out a grunt and walked faster, wanting nothing but for them to get away before his self-control snaps.

"I said PUCKERMAN!" the gravelly voice turned louder.

Slowly, Jake turned around to see Clay and two other guys whose names he has no intentions of knowing. "What do you want?" asked Jake through gritted teeth.

Clay sported a wicked smile. "We were just bein' friendly, you know, and you were…rude. How 'bout we start again, huh?"

Jake stepped back and glared at Clay. "No thanks." He breathed out harshly and began walking away again, this time to the direction of his house.

"Just look at you, man! You're fucked, and you can't even live anymore since you're so hung up on the fucking fat-ass lunch lady's daughter—"

And that was all it took for his fist to go flying to Clay's jaw. The two boys immediately joined in, but weren't fast enough since Jake was already twisting one of their arms and knocked one of them down. But he can only stay strong for so long. In a matter of seconds, Clay was already hovering above him, punching his nose and ribs.

"You asked for it, Puckerman!" said Clay before another punch to Jake's face.

"Asshole!" Jake shouted hoarsely, feeling himself already start to fade. It was useless.

He summoned all his energy to kick Clay's chest and get up, only to be knocked back down again until he saw the silhouette of a girl behind Clay through his heavy eyelids. As they came closer, she became more familiar to Jake. It was Marley, of all people.

"Jake!" he heard her gasp. He strained his eyes to keep them open for just a little longer to hear her voice. And then he felt her touch. Her hand brought warmth to his otherwise cold cheek, and all was right again, just for a moment. But he snapped back to reality. She can get hurt if they stay. She can't get hurt.

"Marley…" Jake struggled to get up and tried to reach for her, the movement causing pain to shoot across his whole body.

And then she's moving away from him.

Through an eternity of trying to keep himself awake, he couldn't discern the situation around him, just that Marley was doing a lot of talking with Clay and that Clay and his boys were finally walking away.

And she came back to him again.

"Jake…let's get you to my house, okay?" she whispered softly, a concerned look lacing her face. But her eyes…they held a sadness he wished he could erase, but it pained him even more to know that he was the one who caused it in the first place.

The walk back to Marley's house was quiet, and it was yet another eternity of trying to keep awake for Jake. Though his senses are beginning to numb with pain, his nerves seemed to light up every time he felt Marley continuously rubbing his back, keeping a tight grip on him and whispering words of reassurance that can only calm him down if she was the one saying them.

Right there and then, feeling her touch, he felt whole again, even for the briefest of moments. He needed her back in his life, even though she deserved better and even though he would never come close to being worthy of her.

Only when they got to her house and her bed did he finally cave in to the darkness, her sad blue eyes being the last thing he saw.