A/N: I know I said that this story was only a one-shot/songfic, but! I decided to do even more angst-ridden writing with this chapter. And also, I found out my English teacher read this story, which was entirely weird when she came up and asked if I was "ameliaapond". Also, if you find any grammatical mistakes or mistakes of any kind, please tell me.
This is un-beta-ed so apologies for any spelling mistakes.
Unless by beta you mean spell check.
Anyway, I don't own anything.
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Aviva Puckerman was the one to find his body. Her baby boy was nowhere to be seen at the wake, so she expected he just went home, to be left with his thoughts. This wasn't the way she liked to leave her only son, given the circumstances.
When the wake was over, with a tearful slideshow of Rachel's life, most of the pictures had her Noah in them; herself and Sarah left Lima Bowling Club.
She arrived home in her beat-up sedan. She opened up the front door and called Noah's name. With no reply, she proceeded to call his name again. She had a pang of anxiety straight through her stomach, and walked up the stairs to her son's bedroom. The door was closed, which made her even more frightened. She opened the door, at the same time she sucked in a quick breath. The bedroom was empty. Aviva started to hyperventilate, thinking the worst happened to her son. She called up everyone her son would have known. Finn Hudson; hadn't seen Puck since the funeral earlier today. Mike Chang; The last time he had seen her son was driving away from the funeral. Rory MacDonald, one of Puck's friends from football, hadn't seen him since the last day of school. By this time, she was getting nervous.
Just as she was about to call the Berry's, she got a phone call.
"Hello?" Aviva asked a quiver in her voice.
"Aviva, Noah's truck is out the front of our house." Leroy said.
"Oh, thank god, is he in the car?" She asked, relief raining over her.
"No, I think he is inside. I think you should come over." Leroy replied.
"I'll be right over, give my 10 minutes. See you soon." Aviva said as she hung up the phone.
She sent Sarah over to Mrs Adler's house. She was a nice old Jewish lady that loved Sarah to pieces.
She drove over to the Berry's house, which was over the other side of town. She parked opposite the house and climbed out of her car, slamming the door shut.
The group silently walked to the house. Leroy opened the door and led her up to Rachel's bedroom. They left Aviva to her own devices. The Berry's already knew what was happening.
She opened the door and screamed.
Her son, her baby boy was lying pale and lifeless on Rachel's bed. His eyes were closed, and he had a small peaceful smile on his normally tanned face. She ran to his body, dragged him onto the floor and held his body close to her chest as she sobbed. Her heart broke into a million pieces as it finally dawned on her; in the space of a week, she lost two of her children.
She begged, pleaded with her son's lifeless body for him to come back. Her hot tears streamed down her face, and splashed silently onto Puck's. Hiram and Leroy walked into their daughter's room. They didn't look over to Aviva and Noah. They felt that this was a moment that should be left between the two, even if they wanted to tell her everything will be alright.
Hiram knew that Noah would have written a letter. Noah Puckerman wasn't heartless; he would have wanted to give his mother, sister and friends some sort of closer. Leroy found it, lying on One of Rachel's bedside table. It wasn't addressed, but Leroy knew it was for them.
As much as they didn't want to, the pried Aviva's hand off Noah's still crisp dress shirt and pulled the broken woman over to Rachel's desk. She sat her down on the soft computer chair, and handed Aviva the note.
With shaky hands, she opened the note. She cleared her throat and took a few deep breaths before she began to speak.
"Well, everyone know, I was shit at writing anything. But, I hope that this will kinda be enough.
First off, Ma, I'm so sorry to do this to you. Imagining you finding me is breaking my heart, and it hurts to know that you will have to. But I need to do this Ma. Rachel needs me. I need her. When I thought about my future, she was always there. Now she's gone, I see nothing. And I know I could never recover, and I couldn't do that to you or Sarah. Because I know that if I left myself, I would turn out like Dad. And it would kill me to know that I made you feel anymore hurt or pain than I have already caused you. I just want to let you know I love you, and I want you to remember me. Not how I was before, but how I was when I was with Rachel. Also Ma, I want you to put all the money I have in my bank to Sarah's collage account. I want her to become whatever she wants, and I know that you only had a bit in it, but hopefully the money I have will be enough for her to go through. There is also an engagement ring in my top draw under my sheet music. Give it to Sarah when she's old enough?
Sarah: Squirt, I'm sorry I have left you alone. I'm sorry you won't have anyone to help you with your homework. But, remember, I love you. I want you to have my guitar. I know you have been taking classes and you had to use my shitty old one. So, take it. Jazz it up with stickers and shit. It's yours.
Also, if anyone hurts you, I want you to tell them that your big brother's ghost will fuck them up if they touch you again. Love you squirt.
Finn: You're a fucking idiot. But you're still my best friend. And I hope you are happy with whichever broad settles for you. Love ya man.
Quinn: I'm sorry. I'm sorry I fucked up your life. I'm sorry I made sure we didn't get custody of Beth. I'm sorry that I won't be there with you to know how Beth is going. I'm just so fucking sorry. But I hope life is good to you, and you won't forget me, or the short time we spent together. Next time you see Beth tell her I love her. And I will watch over her.
Santana: I will miss your bitchness, but to be honest, I will miss you too. You become sort of the third part to Rachel and me. And I'm sorry that we both left you. But you have Britt. And I know you will become a kick-ass lawyer that will fight to the death if you have to, to ensure that you win. And I know you two will get married, which Britt will plan, and it will look good-fucking-awful, but you will still enjoy it. And I know your kids will was smokin'. Anyway, I fucking love you and I will miss you, you crazy bitch.
Mr. Berry's: Thank you for inviting me into your family. It made me feel so wanted, and you made the most kickass food for me. You two were my surrogate dad's which I will never, EVER forget. I'm sorry that you are losing two of your children. And I'm sorry that I kinda did it in your house. Which, now that I think about it, was an ass-y thing to do. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for making my life so much better.
And
Glee: Thank you for making my life so much more worthwhile. And it's true, being a part of something special, most definitely makes you special. I hope you all reach your full potential, and you will always sing. You guys fucking rock and I am so glad that I made friends with each and every one of you. Have fun at Nationals, and I hope you take that trophy from St Douche Bag's glitter covered hands. I love you guys. And I am so glad that you guys were in my life as much as you were.
Can you please burry me with these things.
A picture of Rachel and I.
A picture of the Glee club, the one that's on my bedside table.
A picture of Beth and I.
A picture of Sarah and I.
The pick Rachel engraved for me.
My I-pod
the box of notes Rachel wrote me.
Also, can you please play the song "Moments" by One Direction (Shut up San!) Rachel liked the song and it is most defiantly the song I think of when I think of Rachel and I. I love you all.
Noah "Puck" Puckerman."
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Aviva read out the note at Noah wake. The respective people already read it, but he felt that everyone needed to hear it. Each one of the Glee clubbers picked a song to play, but Noah Puckerman was buried to the sounds of Moments, softly floating out of the glee clubbers mouths.
The Puckerman house hold was a big void. The entire kitchen table was covered with food from the small Jewish community. Sarah stayed in her room and cried. While playing some of Noah's easier music.
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New Directions won Nationals. They dedicated their performance to Rachel and Noah.
They sung Don't Stop Believin', and finished up with Moments. They were overjoyed, but the all felt a little pang of sadness, knowing that Rachel and Noah weren't here with them, celebrating.
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Sarah went through school, got into NYU, with the help of Noah's funds. When she graduated, Aviva gave Sarah the ring, which she engraved with "Squirt". Sarah is still wearing the ring, which hasn't left her finger for 15 years. Unless she's at work. She's a midwife now. Which, when she told Noah's grave, she thought she heard the distinct sound if Puck's snort.
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Santana and Brittany Lopez named their first son "Noah Benjamin Lopez" and their daughter "Lilly Rachel Lopez". They felt that naming their children after their best friends would settle the uneasiness that Implanted itself into Santana and Brittany's stomach since the end of senior year.
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Every year they would visit Lima, Ohio and visit their friend's graves.
They would crowd around the tombstones, with their children, and introduce them to their "Aunt Rae and Uncle Puck" The group would sing to them and visit Rachel and Puck's parent's houses for dinner. They had done this tradition for 15 years.
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When Beth was 18, she decided to find her birth parents. Shelby didn't hide her biological parents from her, showing newer pictures of Quinn and her children every six months. But she was confused about not seeing any new pictures of her father. Shelby drove Beth to the Lima cemetery, and showed her daughter to two tombstones.
"Noah Puckerman is your father. And next to him is your sister, Rachel Berry. Rachel was hit by a car a few months before graduation. And Noah committed suicide a week after. But I can tell you right now Beth, that he loved you so much. With him, is a picture of you when you were a baby. And I'm so sorry you wouldn't meet him. He was wonderful." Shelby said, with a tear in her eye.
They began to walk away, but Beth stopped. She kissed her fingers, and touched Puck and Rachel's tombstone, before she showed the tombstone her acceptance letter to Julliard. She walked away quickly, but will always remember her father. The first original song she sang to a crowd, she dedicated it to her father and his girlfriend. Who even though she had never met before, she will always love them and they will always have a spot in her heart.
A/N: It feels like a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I know so many of you wanted a second chapter, but I didn't think I had it in me to actually write it. This is the most angsty fic I have ever done, so I hope you enjoyed it. Review if you really liked it? They mean the absolute world to me! Sorry if the ends a bit botchy. I couldn't convey what I was thinking into words and this is kinda what came out.
Don't Stop Believin' - Glee Cast (listen to the regionals one, but, you know, forget Rachel and Puck's voices)
Moments – One Direction (LISTEN TO THE SONG IT WAS WRITTEN BY ED SHEERAN AND IT IS AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZINGLY WRITTEN SONG AND IT TELLS THE STORY I'M TRYING TO CONVEY SO MUCH BETTER!)
A/N 2: And thank you to my lovely "sister" Sarah, for getting me started in the note. Which I can tell you know, took a lot out of me.