Noah Puckerman had gone to Israel for Hanukah, his Nanna Connie had moved there for her last years and Puck wanted to visit her for maybe the last time.
He was walking down the high street, bewildered by the poverty in the area. Then he saw her, she was beautiful. Tiny, petite, frame, creamy, deliciously tanned skin, long thick dark hair, stark long eyelashes framing her big brown, bambi like eyes, Jewish nose and pink full lips. She was around his age but looked like she needed a decent meal and was looking down at her toes; she wore ragged clothing and no shoes. When she unclasped her hands from behind her Puck saw that she had a chain on her wrist, tight enough to wound. His hazel eyes left her wrist and followed the chain, a man was holding onto it, holding up a sign that said something in Hebrew on, he turned to his sister, Zia, who spoke Hebrew and Yiddish fluently.

"Z, what does that sign say?" Puck asked, nudging his sister. Zia turned to him, her brunette locks flying wildly around her face, her flawless features gave his a small smile before her dark hazel eyes moved from his to the man holding the sign.

"Say's for sale," Zia frowned, "You think he means the girl?" she tipped her head towards the girl Puck had spotted. Zia was walking over there before he realized and started talking to the man.
When Puck got over there the girl was fidgeting and Zia was talking in outrage.

"'S going on?" He asked.

"He says that this girls name is Rachel Berry, she's 21 years old and he's selling her as a sex slave, says she'll do anything you want and if she disobeys then to beat her," Zia exclaimed.

"How much?" Puck asked in a gruff voice.

"Fifty shekel's," Zia answered, "But Puck, what are you doing?"

"She got a passport?" Puck mumbled.

Zia rattled something off in Hebrew and then nodded as the man handed her a passport.
Puck opened his wallet and handed the man the right money. He turned to the girl, Rachel and took off the chain on her wrist, Rachel's eyes snapped to his searchingly. Puck leaned close to her ear.

"You're going to be fine Princess, I promise."

PPPPP

Rachel hadn't spoken a word to anyone. Puck wasn't sure she spoke English.
Zia hadn't said one word to him or Rachel the whole flight and had chosen to sit away from them were as Rachel had followed him everywhere with her eyes cast down, she hadn't spoken one word, even when the flight attendant had asked her for her drink order, Puck had to answer for her, he guessed he got it right when he ordered her an orange juice and a small smile graced her lips.

He hugged Zia goodbye when the cab dropped them off and she made her way home as he ushered Rachel into his house.

"Well this is it, home sweet home," He gestured around the place. He gave her a quick tour, through the living room, into the spacious kitchen/dining room area, up the stairs, the bathroom and finally he took her into the spacious spare room.

"So this will be your room, uh there's towels and stuff in the draws and there's girly shampoo and stuff in the bathroom," Puck paused, scrubbing his hand down his face, "I guess you need some pajamas or something?"

Rachel wouldn't meet his eyes, just looked down at her toes. Puck went into his room and got some basketball shorts and one of his football jerseys. When he went back into the room Rachel was still standing in exactly the same position. Puck put the stuff on the bed and put his hands on Rachel's shoulders.

"Rachel, nothing bad is going to happen to you, I promise. Just make yourself at home, nothing's off limits here okay? Just do whatever you want."

"Could I-" Rachel quickly cut her whisper off, a blush forming over her cheeks. Puck crooked his finger under her chin and brought her eyes level with his.

"What?" He asked softly.

"T-take a shower?" Rachel whispered.

"So you do speak English," Puck smiled, "You don't have to ask. I mean it, do whatever you like, there's food in the fridge, TV's downstairs."

Rachel's face twisted into a small smile.

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Rachel had chilled out quite a lot in the 2 weeks she'd been staying at Puck's. She still hardly spoke, only when he talked to her but she was pretty much doing what she wanted without asking, although he hadn't seen her touch a scrap of food, that's why he'd cooked a nice meal that night.

"Rach?" He shouted up the stairs, he heard a scuffling noise and Rachel appeared at the top of the stairs in a pair of his shorts that swallowed her and his old McKinley high hoody, "Dinners ready."

Rachel smiled and scurried downstairs.

"M-Mr Puckerman," Rachel said hesitantly before they made their way into the kitchen.

"You don't have to call me that Rach," He smiled.

"Sorry, um, I…I just needed to tell you that my…my period should start tomorrow," Rachel informed him with downcast eyes.

Puck's eyebrows shot into his hairline.

"What?!" He shrieked, "Why would you need to tell me that?!"

"I-I, sorry, Sir, I..I mean, I was told to…sorry, sir-" Rachel stuttered out nervously.

"Rachel, don't be nervous, you can say anything you want to, I was just surprised is all," Puck said softly, taking her elbow in his hand, "Wait a sec, you were told to tell me that? Now I'm confused."

"Y-you bought me, for…I was for sale as a…"

"Sex slave," Puck offered.

"Yes," Rachel visibly stiffened, "So, w-when I was taught to…to obey, I was told to, that I had to tell my, my master when I was…am due so…so they can…my master can use me, b-before I…"

"You were taught to tell people when you were due so they could have sex with you before hand?" Puck asked, appalled. Rachel nodded, "Fuck Rach, look at me," She did, hesitantly, "I didn't buy you for that," He smoothed his hand down her forearm and mingled their fingers.

"T-then why did you buy me?" Rachel asked, searching his eyes.

"So you didn't have to live that life anymore, so you could be free to be who you are, do what you want, not belong to anyone. I couldn't leave you there to do something you clearly didn't want to do," Puck said sincerely, Rachel gasped, blinking her eyes.

"I-I, Sir, I don't know how," Rachel whispered.

"Stop with the Sir business, Princess," Puck smiled, "And there must be something you like doing, that's just yours and no one else's, something you do just for you?"

"What shall I call you then? And I-I…there is one thing, but I'm no good."

"My names Noah Puckerman, people call me Puck. And I bet you are, what is it?"

"I-I like to sing, Noah," Rachel smiled, a blush forming over her cheeks.

"Then sing you shall Princess," Puck kissed her forehead, making her blush deepen and tugged her to the dinner table.

Rachel looked at the food with wide eyes. Puck chuckled.

"You never had a home cooked meal before?" Puck asked. Rachel shrugged her shoulders and sat down opposite Puck, only digging in when he encouraged her to.

"Tell me about yourself Rachel, like your story?" Puck asked.

Rachel set her fork down and nodded, "I-" Rachel pursed her lips looking down at the plate, "My life's not all that interesting, why don't you tell me about yours?"

Puck nodded, "Rachel, you're never going to be hurt again okay?" Rachel half nodded, not completely believing him, "My life's easy, brought up by my Ma, Dad ran out when I was 6, Ma was still pregnant with my sister, Zia at the time. Then after that not a lot to say, I'm 24 years old. Got a house, got a car, getting pressured from my crazy Jew mother to marry a 'nice Jewish girl', took over Hummel tyres a few years back and play guitar on side."

Rachel smiled, taking in everything he was saying.

"Oh and I'm taking you shopping tomorrow," Puck remembered. Rachel's mouth flew open.

"W-what? But I- I haven't been…what?" Rachel stuttered, crawling back into her shell again.

"Relax Princess, We're just gunna get you some clothes and shoes and girly stuff that y'know girls need," He chuckled.

"Th-thank you Noah, you're a good man," She smiled and bit her lip.

Puck wondered if Rachel liked him calling her Princess as much as he liked her calling him Noah.

She did.