Title: Say Goodnight not Goodbye.
Rating: M for language and themes of a sexual nature.
Pairing: PuckleBerry. Other parings STC.
Spoilers: None. Set after Regionals.
Summary: When Rachel loses her Fathers, she loses her reason for living and goes off the tracks. The Glee band together in desperate attempts to save Rachel and by doing so they become closer then ever. Romance ensues and friendships bloom. But isit enough?...
Disclaimer: I acknowledge that I own nothing, just the plot for this story. If I did... Puck would be shirtless ALL THE TIME and dating Rachel!
Note: This is something I wrote a few weeks back and I've finally got the courage to upload it. So review and please be honest in you opinions. Constructive criticism is welcomed. To those who also read my other story New Experiences, I shall be updating in the next week. Also please note that I'm still very new to writing. I acknowledge that I'm not the best with spellings, punctuation and grammar, but I can't myself; I have to upload. But it's still understandable, at least I hope so. :)
Chapter one.
Thursdays Glee practise began just the same as any other did. Mercedes, Kurt and Quinn all sat at the front of the class, gossiping and making snide comments about Rachel. Santana and Brittany sat at the back of the class whispering to each other, occasionally a giggle could be heard. Tina and Artie sat in their own little bubble, eyeing each other with moon eyes. Puck on guitar and Finn on drums, making random beats and fooling around. Matt and Mike have a lighthearted dance off. Mr Schuester, stood at the front of the class looking through music sheets.
And Rachel Berry sat alone, a bright smile on her face, excited for practise to begin.
Everything was going perfectly normal until a knock at the door. The door opened shortly after, and in walked Principle Figgins and Miss Pillsburry. No one thought anything of it until they noticed the pair both had matching expressions of worry and upset on their face. The groups interest perked up, and Mr Schuester worried.
The worried faces look directly at Rachel, their expressions shifting into sympathy.
This had everyone all the more interested.
Rachel was asked to leave with Figgins and Emma; Rachel refused.
"Practise has just began, I will not leave. What ever you have to say, say now."
Figgins and Emma had argued back that it was in Rachel's best interest to leave. What needed to be said shouldn't be spoke in front of an audience. Still, Rachel firmly refused to leave and demanded they tell her.
"You're disrupting our practise. Just say what you have to say." Rachel stood, a hand on her hip.
Figgins and Emma looked towards each other, a silent conversation of sorts.
"Rachel, I really wish that you would come with myself and Principle Figgins and talk about this elsewhere?" Emma had pleaded.
Rachel stood, a hand on her hip and a glare on her face. Once again she refused to leave.
Emma stared at Figgins with wide eyes. Another silent conversation began before Figgins nodded. Emma's gaze then turned to Rachel, her eyes full of sympathy and worry, and gazed straight into Rachel's eyes.
She hated to have to do this. But Rachel was stubborn and they had no chance of her leaving practise. It had too be done.
'Your fathers were attacked this afternoon, they were pronounced dead at the scene. Five males have been arrested and are currently being questioned. It's believed to be a homophobic hate attack crime. The police would like to talk to you. I'm so sorry for your loss Rachel.'
Gasps echoed around the room until if fell silent.
"My Daddy's?" Rachel whispered in despair.
Rachel's hand slipped from her hip, both hands hanging lifelessly at her sides. Her usually flawless tan skin paled. Her knees began to shake, and in just a second Rachel dropped to the floor. A scream of sheer anguish escaped her lips, and even in the awful situation it sounded beautiful, frighteningly so. No one knew what to do as Rachel's shoulders shook violently with painful sobs, as tears streamed angrily down her face, as Rachel's hands came to her hair.
Another excruciating shrilling scream came from Rachel as she began pulling at her hair. All at once, everyone rushed over to Rachel and began circling her, offering her their sympathy. Mr Schuester and Finn reached out to comfort Rachel and she began thrashing angrily in their arms. The site of Rachel's pain bringing tears to every ones eyes, but no one could look away.
"Don't touch me! Get the fuck away from me!"
Finn began backing away as Mr Schuester tightened his arms around Rachel, in an attempt to refrain her from thrashing so wildly. Puck and Matt rushed forward then. Puck took over from Mr Schuester who was having difficulty and wrapped his arms around Rachel, pulling her too him and smoothing her hair as he rocked her. Matt on the other side one arm around Rachel as he offered soothing words.
The thrashing stopped as did the sobbing as Rachel allowed the boys to hold her and she sunk into their embrace.
Rachel sat between Puck and Matt. Her shoulders still convulsed in silent sobs , her breathing rushed and loud.
"It's not them... it can't be. They're all I got..." Rachel's voice was hoarse as she whispered in the depths of despair