A/N: So, I don't own Glee, Evermore owns the song... and there's probably some character death in oncoming instalments, read, review, enjoy at your will- Crazy8ball

Can you Hear Me?

They've been dating for a little over a month now and to be honest he kinda loves the crazy diva and he was pretty sure that even after the truth about Quinn's baby came out, that she loved him too.

That's why he was surprised-no-pissed off, when Rachel ditched him for the sectionals trophy on the bus ride home, leaving him to sit with Santana on the seat behind.

"Berry..." he whispered, "Berry..."

Rachel looked up from her notebook, "Yes Noah?"

He gestured to the trophy still between her knees, "Something you wanna tell me Babe?"

Rachel's lips curled into a smile, "Oh, you mean the fact I'm leaving you for the trophy? I knew you'd understand Noah! It just satisfies me in ways you couldn't possibly. I hope we can still be friends."

There's a moment of silence, a heartbeat where a full range of emotions passed over his face, shock, confusion, anger and surprise all played over his features as Rachel looked up at him unblinkingly.

The silence was broken by Santana erupting into laughter, "Hahaha! That's awesome Berry!"

"Fuck that shit!" he growled, pushing past Santana, lifting the trophy from between his grinning girlfriend's knees he thrust it in the Head Cheerio's direction before plonking down next to his girlfriend, pulling her legs over his lap, "You're not leaving me for a trophy Babe."

Her grin grew wider, "Wouldn't dream of it Noah." He leant down, brushing his lips to hers as he scooted toward the window, his eyes falling on the page of her notebook.

Rachel Berry-Puckerman- X

Rachel Puckerman :)

"Mrs Rachel Puckerman?" he whispered, his voice teasing, "I think I like that wifey."

Her face flushed, scarlet, as she buried her head in his shoulder, "Don't tease me."

"Who's teasing?" he asked, "You know what my Ma's like. If she has her way we'll be married by graduation."

"Ack." Santana's voice cut through the moment they were sharing, "You two are so sweet I think I'm gonna puke. Later Losers."

With that, trophy in hand, the Latina got up and walked to where Brittany and Quinn were sitting.

"We're not losers you know?" Rachel said softly, her lips curling up into a smile as he frowned, just a little, "We're not. We won Sectionals, no amount of slushies or name calling is going to change that."

He laughed as Matt and Mike got up, dancing in the aisle with Brittany and Santana, "Oi! You kids! In your-"

The bus driver stopped yelling mid-rant, his hands leaving the wheel and clutching at his chest; as the bus left the road tumbling down toward the lake, Puck pulled himself around Rachel, trying to shield her as they left their seats, bodies hitting the roof as the bus rolled, once, twice and then a third time as New Directions clung to each other before the world went black.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

"Rach? Rach? C'mon Wifey, wake the hell up! I can't do this on my own."

It felt like the entire cast of Stomp! was running between her ears as consciousness returned to Rachel Berry ever so slowly.

"Noah?" Her eyes cracked open and in the dim light she saw him smiling at her.

"Atta girl Babe knew you were alright." He grinned.

"What happened?"

"We crashed." He said, like it should have been obvious, "Rolled the bus. Arse end of the bus is in a lake."

The first thing that I notice, the radio went dim
I feel the pressure rising as the water's creeping in
Rushing through the window in a flood of images
Is this my imagination, can you tell me if it is?

"Not to break up the exposition-" Artie's voice rang out in the silence, "but could someone get me down?"

Rachel's eyes followed the voice, looking up past the seats she saw Artie, suspended in mid air, held up by the straps buckling his wheelchair in place, "Oh my! Artie! Noah, get him down!"

"Rachel?" Finn's groggy voice echoed down the bus, "What happened?"

Rachel looked up at Puck, who nodded, before scurrying past the fallen bodies of her teammates where Finn was laying, the trophy from sectionals by his head, "Hey Finn," she said with a watery smile as she saw the blood trickling down the side of his face, "we crashed. Can you get up? We need some help getting Artie down."

Finn stumbled, leaning heavily against Rachel for a moment as they made their way to Puck and Artie.

"Alright," Puck said, wrapping his arms around the paraplegic in an awkward upside down hug, "Hudson, you grab the chair, Berry, get the straps and get the hell out of the way."

Standing on a pile of their bags, Rachel got up on her tip toes and undid the buckles Artie told her to, darting out of the way as his body fell into Puck's embrace, "Thanks guys." Artie said as Puck lowered him into the chair, wheeling him up to the front of the bus, "I thought my head was going to explode. Oh god!"

Rachel, who'd been leaning over Quinn, trying to rouse the pregnant ex-cheerleader spun around, "What?"

Artie pointed, "T-the Driver...he's dead."

A/N: Hmmm, so I've crashed the bus... what's going to happen now?