Chapter 2 - Worry

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Puck POV

I had been watching her for weeks now, and I know what you're thinking. The answer is: No! I don't like Rachel fucking Berry.

I just one day happened to notice her wincing when we were rehearsing a new dance for Glee-club, holding her side when she thought nobody was watching. I never asked her what was wrong, I mean why should I?

If there was ever a girl who could take care of herself it was Berry, right?

Or so I thought, because for weeks now, almost every day I can see the pained look in her eyes. Even when she tries to cover it up I can see the hurt shining brightly in those chocolate orbs and it hurts me. Why doesn't she talk to anyone? She should let at least one person in on what's going on... But she doesn't. She just fakes a smile and says she's okay, and that's what worries me.

Rachel Berry has never been afraid of letting people know what she thinks and feels, so why is now so different?

I kind of like Mondays. It's the end of the weekend, sure, but going back to school means meeting up with my favorite boys, playing football and, of course, Glee.

I saw her getting out of his red sports-car, the stiffness in her movements and those sad eyes instantly gave her away. This weekend hadn't been a good one, that's for sure. I could only ever guess what was going on but even if it wasn't what I thought, I didn't like her hanging around with that Saint James character.
There was something off about him, I knew it the very first time I set eyes on him.

"Yo, Berry." I greeted her as she passed me on her way towards the doors of the school but she barely looked me in the eyes to acknowledge my existence, which was odd even for her. I looked to where her boyfriend's car was, he was staring at her back with a pleased smile. Was he the reason why she hadn't greeted me back?
I didn't like assuming things but even I couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship those two had.

I kept an eye on her all day, watching every slow movement, hearing every pained wince that passed those plump lips, not once escaping that look of sadness in those chocolate-eyes.
Something serious was going on with Rach... Berry, I just knew it, and during Glee club that day I got the final evidence I needed.

When mr Shue asked her to sing one of her favorite solos, she didn't rush up like everyone had expected. She slowly stood up and took a cautious step before collapsing onto the floor, her face hidden behind the thick curtain of dark hair.
"Rachel? Are you okay?" Mr. Shue and the rest of us ran up to where she had fallen down.
She looked up at us as we surrounded her, worry evident on our faces as Mercedes and Kurt slowly helped her stand back up again.
"I'm fine." She smiled at us, but it seemed like I was the only one who noticed the falseness in it. "I just got a little dizzy from standing up too fast."

Relieved sighs were heard throughout the room as Finn helped her back into her seat .
I saw that fake smile plastered on her face and it just pissed me off. What was with the fucking charade?
I knew I shouldn't but I just couldn't help staring at her from across the room... Why did she lie to m... us?

It was Tuesday afternoon.
I had watched her walk out of History half an hour early, claiming that she needed to see the school-nurse about a migraine, but from the shaking hand covering her side I could only assume that that had been a lie.

I was worried about her (okay, I admitted it!) seeing her pressing her sweaty forehead against her locker, taking slow, hissing breaths as her eyes were closed in pain.
I walked up next to her, she didn't even hear me as I leaned casually against a locker not too far from hers so I decided to call out her name.
"Berry?" I saw the hint of a tired smile flash across her face before she slowly, more slowly than ever before, turned to me.
Her face was red and her eyes were clouded. I felt a twitch in my chest when I heard the pained wince coming from her lips.
"What do you want, Noah?" Her legs were shaking and as if in slow-motion I saw her losing her balance, her tiny body falling straight into my arms.

"Rachel?" I called her name as I carefully stroked her long hair in the nurse's office. I wanted her to open her eyes. I wanted her to wake up...