A/N: I don't own anything…otherwise we'd have so much more Puckleberry!
This is post-sectionals.
It was a rainy day, and normally Rachel wouldn't be driving, but her Dads were out of town at a conference, so she was forced to drive to school. Rachel was already a nervous driver--performing she could handle, manoeuvring a two ton vehicle in the rain however, renders her completely terrified--and it was a particularly windy day. Rachel didn't see the SUV coming, she just suddenly felt a push, crunch, and suddenly, everything was black.
Puck was talking on the phone, yeah yeah, it's illegal now, but I'm a badass, I could drive with my eyes closed if I had to, so he only got a peripheral view of the accident. He heard the unpleasant crunch, the horns honking, the cars screeching, and dropped the phone. Oh shit…I didn't hit anything, did I? No, no, oh thank god, Mom would kill me if I had. Puck suddenly looked towards the right, and saw it. Don't Rachel's Dads own a blue Prius? His eyes widened suddenly, Nah, can't be. Other people is this stupid cow town own them…but I've never see another one on the road at this time.
Puck pulled over onto the shoulder, hopped out of his truck and jogged over to the two cars. Immediately he noticed that neither driver was moving, and the Prius was in pretty bad shape, the entire driver's side was crushed in. Puck, phone still in hand, called 911.
"911, please state your emergency"
"Ummm…hi. I just witnessed a car crash, and it looks bad," Puck said, the slight panic beginning to settle in.
"Alright sir, where are you located at the moment?"
"The corner of Third Street and Elm. Should I try and get them out of the car?" Puck questioned, trying to discern if it was in fact Rachel in the Prius.
"No, do not touch the victims. An ambulance should be on the scene momentarily," the operator said in a calm voice.
Heeding the operator's warning, Puck slowly inched towards the Prius, and suddenly saw a familiar flop of brown hair. Oh god. It's Rachel. And there's blood, and holy shit! she's not talking, or even awake! This is bad…really bad.
"Oh crap! Th-here almost here right? I just realised that my frie-Berry is in the car. She's not talking, and she's always talking, like never shuts up, and now she's not talking and there's blood and …" Puck rambled.
"Sir, calm down. They will be there momentarily, I reiterate, do not touch the victims."
"I-I, I won't. Oh thank god, I hear the ambulance now. I'm gonna go. Thanks," Puck said, unsure of how to address the operator. He closed his phone, and just stood there, rain pouring down, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
"You haven't done anything right? You haven't touched anything, moved anything?" the paramedic asked Puck.
"No, but you've got to get here out of there, I mean, she's still alive isn't she?" Puck stated, his panic now coming back full-force.
"Look, we've got to get both drivers out of the cars, into ambulances before we can begin to process anything. Just stay calm. You said you know the girl? What's her name?" one of the paramedics questioned.
"Berry, err, Rachel. Rachel Berry."
Puck stood by, watching as the other paramedics began to get both Rachel and the other driver, who Puck suddenly had an urge to hurt, out of their respective cars.
There was blood, lots of it, and neither person was awake. Shit, isn't her arm supposed to be at a different angle? Oh god, she better be okay.
"Hey you, kid! You say you know her, this Berry girl? You wanna ride with her to the hospital?"
Puck was unsure of how to respond. He wasn't even really friends with her. Come on dude. You totally know that if the situation were reversed she'd hop in that ambulance no problem. Hell, she'd have probably demanded to be let in regardless. The thought made Puck smile slightly.
"Yeah, I do."
A/N: So…I really have no idea. This kinda just came to me in the shower. Hopefully it's not to horrible.
Please review! I'm not really a writer, so I'd love feedback.
Next chapter should be up soon, fan fiction is the perfect way to procrastinate!
