A/N: This chapter is dedicated to one of my friends on Twitter, JenWenger, for rushing me to write faster :) I still own nothing.

And for all those confused (including me), Rachel's birthday is a couple weeks from this point in the story, so Finn's only really four years older than her (and a couple months). It gets confusing! Sorry! I'm making her fourteen when she first likes Finn. I'm fixing it now! I was so worried about the plot that I confused the age thing! My apologies! And Puck's 18. He has a fake ID (which I think Puck would have), so he was able to drink in the bar. I hope that clears things up‼!

The Demon Trapper's Daughter

Chapter Three: Responsible

"Mr. Schu's on his way," Puck said hurriedly as he walked back into Rachel's room. Finn sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her forehead. "How is she?"

"She's got a fever," Finn said grimly. "Go in her dad's closet and grab me a gallon of holy water." He heard Puck run from the room quickly.

Finn knew the only chance of saving Rachel was to clean the wound. Demon bites and scratches worked a lot like a poisonous snake's bite – it infiltrated the body and could kill someone if left untreated. The holy water should get rid of the "poison" and heal her wound.

But it would leave a nasty scar.

And it would hurt like hell.

Finn reached up and moved Rachel's hair out of her face.

"You're gonna be okay," he said quietly.

"Got it," Puck said, running into the room.

"We can't wait for Mr. Schu," Finn said, his voice laced with worry. "You're gonna have to hold her arms down. I'll hold her legs as I pour." Finn looked up and saw Puck nod. He moved down the bed and Puck took his spot. Then, he grabbed Rachel's ripped pant leg and tore it all the way up until he could see the extent of the wound.

There, right in front of him, were five deep claw marks. If it hadn't been a wound caused by a demon, it would require a trip to the hospital. But hospitals couldn't, and wouldn't, help with demon wounds. It was also one of the worst wounds Finn had ever seen.

Better than being dead, though.

Finn unscrewed the cap to the holy water and tossed it to the side. He used his left arm to pin down her legs.

"Ready?" Finn said, holding the water over the wound.

"I've got her," Puck said, holding her arms down firmly.

Then, Finn tipped the gallon of holy water and it splashed on her wound.

The effect was instantaneous.

Rachel immediately screamed and started thrashing around as the holy water started smoking where it came into contact with the deep scratches.

"Stop! Please!" Rachel sobbed and begged as Finn and Puck held her limbs down, restricting her movements. Her screams tore through the apartment and made Finn's ears ring. "Please stop!" she sobbed.

Finn had no choice but to ignore Rachel's screams for him to stop. If he stopped, she could die. He continued pouring the holy water in an endless stream and the smoke kept on rising from the deep wound.

Rachel's screams came to an end as she finally passed out due to the pain.

"God, that girl's got some lungs," Puck complained. Any other time, Finn would have laughed.

Finn poured the gallon of holy water until it was gone. Rachel's bed was now covered in blood and holy water, but they couldn't really worry about that right now.

"What now?" Puck asked as he let go of her arms.

"We come up with a reason why Rachel's hurt. Mr. Schu can't know she was hunting on her own," Finn said. He tossed the empty jug onto the floor before running a hand through his messy hair.

"Mr. Schu left the bar a few hours ago. As far as he knows, you went hunting with her," Puck said.

"Yeah, but the other guys know I was there late," Finn said in a huff.

"We can just make it like it's an accident," Puck suggested. "You know, say she was trapping a one and a three came along…"

"Do you think he'll buy that?" Finn asked worriedly.

"Hopefully," Puck replied.

They both then heard a racket coming from outside.

"What the hell?" Finn asked, standing up and going toward Rachel's window. Puck joined him at the window as Finn pulled the window shade to the side.

"It's coming from her car!" Puck said, pointing down at her beat up silver car. The car was rocking a bit, like there was something heavy in the car. "Do you think she caught a three?" Puck asked, sounding shocked.

"That would be my guess," Finn said, his eyes wide. "You need to get rid of it before Mr. Schu gets here."

"Right. I'll go take it to Beiste and come back with the money," Puck said. He looked around and spotted Rachel's bag on the floor. He pulled her keys out and put them in his pocket. "I'll be back," he said before walking from the room. Finn heard the door to the apartment close. He sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"You're crazy, Rach," he said, shaking his head in disapproval.

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Surprisingly, Mr. Schu didn't ask how Rachel was hurt when he finally got to the apartment. He brought more holy water and some bandages. An hour after Finn first cleaned her wound, Mr. Schu cleaned it again. Rachel didn't wake up this time, and Finn assumed that she was just in too much pain.

Mr. Schu even helped Finn to change Rachel's bloody sheets after bandaging up her wound. Her mattress was stained, so Mr. Schu had to flip it over while Finn held an unconscious Rachel in his arms.

"Should we, like, change her clothes or something?" Finn asked awkwardly once Rachel was lying on her clean bed.

"I don't really know if I should…" Mr. Schu replied with an uneasy look.

It was awkwardly quiet for a few seconds.

"I guess I'll do it," Finn said with a shrug.

"Alright… I'll leave you to it then," Mr. Schu said. He then walked out of her bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Okay," Finn murmured before rubbing his neck with his hand. He walked over to Rachel's dresser and opened the top drawer. His eyes widened when he saw bras and underwear. He then smirked a little before looking over his shoulder at Rachel. He gulped and closed the drawer, knowing that she'd kill him if she saw him looking in her underwear drawer.

He opened the next drawer and found some pajama shorts and a t-shirt.

Taking Rachel's bloody jeans off was going to be awkward, but he couldn't just let her sit there in them. It still felt wrong to unbutton the pants of a girl that was unconscious. He eased the jeans down her legs, being careful to not hit the wound on her leg.

Taking her shirts off was a bit more difficult, but he managed to not wake her up. But he couldn't help the tightness he felt in his pants at seeing Rachel in just a bra. He knew that feeling attracted to her right now was totally gross, but he couldn't exactly stop those feelings.

When she was completely dressed, he tucked her in with a blanket gently before walking out of her room.

"Took you a while," Mr. Schu said from the kitchen. He was making coffee, which Finn was grateful for.

"I didn't want to hurt her leg by taking the pants off," Finn said.

"Oh," Mr. Schu said. "Did you see this?" he asked, holding up a piece of paper.

Finn grabbed it and read it. It was a threat for eviction written by the superintendent of the building. Finn met her once. Sue Sylvester was intimidating to say the least.

The reason why Rachel went trapping for threes by herself suddenly made sense.

"I'm starting to put two and two together here, Finn," Mr. Schu said. Finn knew that trying to lie to Mr. Schu wouldn't work.

"Are you gonna take away her license?" Finn groaned.

Mr. Schu was quiet for a few moments.

"I should," he replied.

"But you won't?" Finn asked hopefully.

"That girl has lost both of her parents and is trying to keep a roof over her head on her own. Taking away her license would be taking away her only source of income. I couldn't do that," Mr. Schu said. Finn breathed a sigh of relief. "But if she does something this dangerous again, she'll have to answer to the Guild," Mr. Schu warned.

Finn nodded. "Me and Puck will trap with her," Finn said. "But you should probably know that she caught a three before was hurt."

"Seriously?" Mr. Schu asked, sounding caught off guard.

"Yeah," Finn said, smiling widely.

"I shouldn't be surprised," Mr. Schu said. "Leroy was a natural, too. And while that's very admirable, you better make sure she knows that it can't happen again."

"I'll tell her. She's gonna be getting a lecture from me. Don't worry," Finn said.

"Make sure you clean the wound every four hours or so. I wouldn't be surprised if she's up and walking around by tomorrow afternoon," Mr. Schu said. "But no trapping for a couple of days."

"Yes, sir," Finn said. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Mr. Schu replied with a smile. "Call me if there's any problems." Finn nodded and Mr. Schu left the kitchen before walking out the front door.

Puck was back a little while later with 200 bucks that he gave to Finn to hold for Rachel.

"How much more do you think she needs?" Puck asked as they sat on the couch with one another.

"I'm not sure. I'll talk to her about it and maybe we can figure something out," Finn said with a shrug.

"You're stayin' here, right?" Puck asked.

"Do you really have to ask me that?" Finn said, looking at Puck like he was stupid.

"Guess not," Puck chuckled. "We gonna flip for the couch?"

"You're staying?" Finn asked.

"Dude, she's my best friend," Puck explained.

Finn ended up sleeping on the floor in Rachel's room after Puck won the coin toss.

Rachel didn't scream like the first time when Finn cleaned the wound before the sun rose. She only moaned in her sleep and rolled around a bit, but Finn was glad to see that the wound was already starting to heal. If he didn't know better, he'd think that the holy water was magic.

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Rachel's leg was dully throbbing when she finally opened her eyes. She was in her room, but didn't really remember anything from last night. The only thing she could recall clearly was pulling up to her apartment and being in excruciating pain; anything that happened after that was a blur.

She sat up slowly and jumped a little when she saw Finn on the floor. She certainly wasn't expecting to see him camping out on her floor. She then pulled her blankets off of herself and noticed that she was wearing shorts.

And a different shirt.

Blush colored her cheeks as she realized that someone changed her into a new outfit.

Her leg was bandaged up tightly, so there was one less thing for her to worry about. Overall, she was just glad that she was alive.

The sudden urge to go to the bathroom made her climb out of bed. She placed her right foot on the floor first before gently placing her left foot down. She was nervous about trying to walk, not knowing how much it would hurt.

Rachel took a deep breath and used her arms to push herself onto her feet. She held in a gasp as she put her weight on her injured leg.

It certainly didn't hurt as much as it did last night, but there was still some pain that made her have to limp to the bathroom.

When she returned to her room, Finn was rubbing his eyes. His eyes then widened when he saw her standing there.

"You're up!" he said, sitting up quickly. "How does the leg feel?"

"It's tolerable," she said with a small smile. She then limped to her bed and sat on the edge the same time that Finn stood up.

"If you're going to yell at me, try and keep it down or my neighbors will complain," Rachel said, peeking up at Finn. All he did was start to pace back and forth as she watched nervously.

"How could you be so stupid?" he asked sharply. "Even master trappers know better than to go trapping without backup."

"I didn't have a choice, Finn," Rachel explained.

"Yeah, you did!" he exclaimed. "You could have told me and Puck that you needed rent money. We could have, like, let you borrow it or help you trap some demons. Going trapping on your own is practically a suicide mission."

"I didn't want to ask anyone for help," Rachel mumbled.

"Why not?" Finn asked, confused.

"Finn, all you've ever done since you met me was treat me like a child," Rachel began.

"No, I haven't-"

"For just this once, can you not interrupt me?" she asked, incredibly aggravated. Finn was about to open his mouth again, but he stopped himself and nodded.

"Don't try and say you haven't treated me like a child, Finn," Rachel said. "That was what you told me when I was fourteen, remember? That and the fact that you'd never go for someone like me," she said. Finn looked ashamed. "And now, ever since I've been trapping, everyone treats me like I'm this delicate little girl that needs protecting. If I were a boy, you know that the Guild would treat me just the same as everyone else."

"And now that I've lost my dads, I'm alone," she said more quietly. "I'm going to be eighteen in a couple of weeks and then I'm really going to be completely and legally on my own. Is it so bad that I wanted to do something for myself and prove that I can be responsible and pay my bills?"

"No," Finn admitted. "But there's nothing wrong with asking for help. Even your dad borrowed money from me a few times."

Rachel lowered her head into her hands and moaned. "How much?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it," Finn replied. "That was between me and your dad. I don't need or want to be paid back."

"But Finn-"

"I said don't worry about it," Finn repeated. "Puck sold your three to Beiste last night. I've got the money. And I sold your Biblio the other night. That's two hundred and seventy five bucks. How much more do you need before you're evicted?"

"At least three hundred more," she said. "I need some food, too."

"Maybe we can go trapping tomorrow night when your leg's healed," Finn said. "It won't be completely healed though, so Puck said he'd help and we can split the profits."

"You guys would really do that for me?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Of course," Finn said firmly. "But I have something else to ask you," he said, sounding worried.

"What?" Rachel asked uneasily.

"Well, do you remember how I told you that your dad asked me to keep an eye on you?" he asked. Rachel nodded. "I was thinking last night, and… I could move in here with you if you want and split the rent. I could even help pay for groceries so you won't have to worry about making so much money."

"Finn, I couldn't ask you to do that," Rachel said, shaking her head.

"I know you'd never even ask me to do that, but I think it would be what your dad would want me to do," Finn said. "You can't make enough for rent by just catching ones, you know. This'll save the both of us money."

"Are you sure?" Rachel asked.

"Well, yeah," Finn said. "Plus, my lease is up at my apartment."

Rachel laughed. "So living here's just the convenient option?"

"It's convenient and the right thing to do," Finn said.

Rachel held up a finger while she came up with an answer. Finn stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Rachel knew that Finn moving in could end disastrously. They would only end up fighting more than usual and that wasn't a great thing when you had to care enough about your trapping partner to not want to see them get hurt.

Finn had made her angry enough before that she wished he would get set on fire by a level two Pyro demon.

But if he moved in, things really would be easier on her financially. She'd only need to find two hundred bucks to pay rent every month along with her cell phone bill and groceries. It could really help to have a roommate.

"Rach?" Finn said after standing there for a good two solid minutes.

"Fine," Rachel said. Finn couldn't help but smile a little. "There's room in dad's closet for your clothes."

"Thanks, but I'll be sleeping on the couch," Finn said. "It's huge and comfortable."

"Sounds good," Rachel said. "And you're taking me grocery shopping later."

"Are you okay enough to walk?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"I can handle it," she insisted.

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"Wait. You're moving in here?" Puck asked Finn when he finally woke up.

"Yeah. It'll be easier for Rachel to only have to pay half the rent instead of the entire thing on her own. And my lease is up at my place," Finn said.

"Okay," Puck laughed. "I'm sure this has nothing to do with you wanting to get into Rachel's pants," he said sarcastically.

Finn reached over and punched Puck's shoulder. "I told you to stop saying that," he hissed.

"Doesn't mean you have to punch me," Puck said. He then reached over and punched Finn.

"What are you guys doing?" Rachel asked after watching Puck punch Finn. She limped further into the living room with the hallway with a towel in her hands, drying her wet hair.

"Nothing," Puck murmured, shooting Finn a glare.

Rachel rolled her eyes before hopping over to the armchair and sitting down slowly.

"How does your leg look?" Puck asked.

"The wounds have actually closed up all the way already," she said. "I only used a little bit more holy water on it. I'm surprised that stuff works so fast."

"Yeah, it's pretty awesome," Puck agreed. "So I heard you've got a new roommate," he said to Rachel with a smirk.

"That's none of your business, Puck," Rachel replied stiffly.

"It is my business if my best friend is shacking up with the guy she's supposed to be trapping with," Puck replied. "You guys will be too busy eye fucking to get the job done." Rachel gasped before grabbing the wet towel and reaching over to slap Puck on the arm with it. "Shit! That stung!" Puck complained, rubbing his arm. Finn chuckled.

"Be nice or I'll hit you in the face with it," Rachel warned with a glare.

Puck stuck up his middle finger, but she ignored it.

"Did you talk to Mr. Schu about my license?" Rachel asked, her anger at Puck turning into worry.

"He said you're fine," Finn said. "He knew why you did what you did and stuff…"

"But couldn't he get in trouble if Dave tells his dad and the others?" Rachel asked worriedly.

"Dave?" Puck said. "Karofsky, you mean?" Rachel nodded. "How the hell would he know anything?"

Rachel forgot that they didn't know. "He was there last night…" she admitted quietly. "He saw me trying to take the second three to my car."

"Did he say he was going to tell?" Finn asked, sitting forward. He knew that Karofsky could totally use this against all of them, including Mr. Schu.

Rachel opened her mouth and then closed it again. Was it really worth telling Finn and Puck?

"Out with it, Berry," Puck said impatiently.

"Dave said that he wouldn't tell anyone if I let him sleep with me," she said in a rush.

"What?" Finn asked, sounding pissed.

"Are you serious?" Puck asked. Rachel nodded.

"I told him that it would never happen and then he said… he said that he didn't really have to ask for permission," she said quietly. Finn jumped up and started pacing around the living room. Rachel could see Puck clenching his jaw like he was holding in his anger. "He was scaring me, so I dropped the demon and ran to my car."

"I'm gonna kill him," Finn said firmly. "I'm totally gonna go Braveheart on his ass."

"No, we're gonna beat his ass until he's barely breathing and leave him like that," Puck muttered darkly.

"No!" Rachel said quickly. "You guys can't!"

"So we're just supposed to let him get away with talking to you like that?" Finn asked, sounding surprised.

"Just think about this," Rachel said calmly. "If you do anything to him, he could tell his dad everything and then I lose my license. And you know it's practically impossible to find a job anymore. Trapping is all I have."

"Shit," Puck murmured.

"She's right," Finn admitted.

"We could always just set a three loose in his house," Puck said. "They wouldn't be able to prove it was us."

"Puck, stop it," Rachel chastised. "He didn't actually do anything to me. I'm fine."

"I still wanna kill him," she heard Finn mutter as he continued pacing in the living room.

"Both of you being so chivalrous right now is very heroic, but it's not the right way to do things," Rachel said firmly. She wasn't surprised by Puck's reaction, since he'd always been so protective of her. She had a boyfriend when she was sixteen who always pressured her for sex. She told Puck about it and Puck scared him enough that he transferred schools.

Finn's reaction, on the other hand, was incredibly strong and surprising.

But then she remembered that Finn promised her dad that he'd take care of her. That's probably all it was.

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"No, Finn," Rachel moaned. "I don't need an electric scooter. I'm more than capable of walking around the grocery store."

"I wouldn't call that walking," Puck said from behind her. Rachel grabbed the loaf of bread out of the cart and turned around, hitting Puck over the head with it.

"Be nice," she said firmly before turning back around. She heard Finn chuckle from beside her.

She had offered to make Finn and Puck dinner for helping her out so much last night and they decided they wanted homemade lasagna and garlic bread. She even grabbed the ingredients for banana bread, one of her specialties.

"Finn, if you're going to grab that carnivorous junk, get your own cart," she said, scowling at the hamburger patties in his hand. Finn ignored her and tossed them into the cart.

"It's not like they're gonna turn your vegan food unvegan just by touching it," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Unvegan isn't a word," she replied, resisting the urge to stick out her tongue like an immature two year old.

"Oh, now you're the grammar police?" he asked sarcastically.

"Maybe I am," Rachel said, trying to hide her smile. "God knows the two of you need it."

She resisted the urge to gag as Finn continued throwing disgusting food in the cart.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing to some grayish tan looking sausage.

"It's goetta," Finn said. "It's German and awesome."

"Make sure I'm not in the apartment when you cook it," Rachel replied.

Rachel used the money she got from selling her level one demon to pay for her half of the groceries. Puck talked Finn into buying some beer. Rachel held her tongue about Puck being underage.

Surprisingly, neither Puck nor Finn argued with Rachel when she grabbed some of the groceries out of the trunk of her car. She was expecting them to remind her she was injured and shouldn't be carrying anything, but they left her alone.

The stairs were a bitch though.

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"I'll help pay for groceries if you cook me dinner every night," Puck asked between bites of his lasagna. Rachel laughed.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the food, but I'm not cooking like this every night," Rachel said. She looked up in time to see both Finn and Puck frown. "Fine! I'll cook… three times a week, but that's it!"

"Thanks, Rach," Finn said with a smile. Rachel smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Just so you know, if I cook, the two of you are doing dishes," Rachel said before taking a bite of her piece of lasagna. She wondered if they could even tell that it was vegan. Well, it was completely vegan except for the cheese she sprinkled on three-fourths of the lasagna.

"Fine," Puck and Finn muttered at the same time.

True to their word, Finn and Puck washed the dishes while Rachel made the banana bread. She had to stop them from splashing one another numerous times. Puck even slapped Finn across the face with a wet rag. Rachel took it away from him and wondered how they were older than she was; they certainly didn't act like it.

By the time the banana bread was done baking and was cooled enough for consumption, Puck and Finn were sitting on the couch, drinking beer and watching an old hockey game on a sports channel. Rachel limped into the living room and sat in the armchair.

"Go get your banana bread," she said. She saw Finn smile before he got up off the couch. He had always loved her banana bread. She made it for him once when she was fourteen, shamelessly trying to make him fall for her by demonstrating her baking skills. It obviously hadn't worked, but when he came back from the army, the first thing he did was ask Rachel to bake him some banana bread.

"We're going trapping tomorrow, right?" Rachel asked after the boys were finished eating most of their dessert.

"That's the plan," Finn said, sitting back with a hand on his stomach.

"What time do you want me over?" Puck asked.

Finn shrugged. "It's easier to sneak up on threes in the dark," he said. "We could go after dinner. I hate trapping on an empty stomach. Is that alright with you, Rach?" Finn asked.

"That's fine," Rachel said. She hoped that her leg would be more healed than it was right now. Granted, it was already a vast improvement from last night, but it wasn't that easy moving around yet.

Puck left after the hockey game was over. As he walked out, he dropped a kiss onto the top of Rachel's head. For some reason, she turned her attention to Finn, who frowned a little.

What's that about? she wondered.

Instead of dwelling over the inner workings of a boy's mind, she decided to go to bed.

"Clean your leg first!" Finn called as she walked down the hallway toward her room.

"I will," Rachel said with a smile. It amused her how one second, Finn acted like a child, and the next, he was trying to be all adult-like and authoritative.

Maybe Finn Hudson was more complex than he seemed…

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"How does the leg feel?" Puck asked once he arrived at Rachel (and Finn's) apartment the next night.

"Great, actually," Rachel said. "It's just a little sore now. The scars don't look too pretty though."

"You caught two level three demons on your own," Finn said, walking into the room with his duffel bag. "I'd be showing off a scar from a three if I were you."

"He's got a point," Puck agreed. "It's pretty badass." Rachel laughed and rolled her eyes. Finn and Puck were the kind of boys that compared scars to see who had better stories behind them.

"Do you have everything you need?" Finn asked Puck.

"Yeah," Puck said. "I got holy water and grounding spheres. And a few spheres in case we run into any Pyros."

"You guys are going to have to explain to me what all of the spheres do," Rachel said. "Well, aside from the holy water ones."

"You'll learn, Rach," Finn said with a smile. "Don't worry."

"Yeah. We're just going after some threes. You already know how to take those down," Puck said, playfully shoving Rachel. She smiled widely.

An hour later, two threes were in the back of Finn's truck. His truck bed was bigger than Rachel's trunk, so he drove her to warehouse district while Puck followed behind in his own truck.

"Nice shooting, Berry," Puck said, smiling widely.

"Thanks," Rachel said, blushing a bit. She took down the three with her dad's BB gun before it could even get close to her. Finn brought down the first demon they caught with a holy water sphere. It was literally just a sphere of light plastic, full of holy water. It required precision and a good arm to use. Rachel preferred the BB gun.

"I get the next one," Puck said. "You guys wait here and I'll bring it back."

"Puck, at least let me go with you," Rachel said. "I'll let you get it by yourself."

"Just let him go, Rach," Finn said, leaning against his truck. "He'll be fine."

Rachel raised her hands up in surrender. "Whatever," she said in a huff.

"Be right back," Puck said with a smirk before jogging away.

"How's hunting with partners?" Finn asked after a few moments.

Rachel shrugged. "I don't mind it too much," she admitted. "The threes weigh more than me, so I'm glad I don't have to carry them myself." Finn laughed.

"So we're just convenient for you?" Finn joked.

"Pretty much," Rachel admitted, looking up at Finn with a smile. He smiled back at her, but she didn't look away. Neither did he.

She was lost in his gaze for an immeasurable amount of time.

A sharp gust of wind broke her out of her trance. She looked away from Finn awkwardly. She heard him clear his throat.

What the hell was that? she wondered.

The wind then suddenly picked up again, blowing harder than it had all night. Rachel suddenly had a funny feeling in her stomach. She looked up at Finn, who was looking around in confusion.

"You don't think…" he murmured.

"Maybe we should find Puck," Rachel said uneasily.

"Right. You're right," he said. He pushed himself off of the truck and walked the same path that Puck took with Rachel right on his heels.

"Noah!" Rachel called as they jogged. Her leg muscle was starting to cramp, but she ignored it.

"Puck, let's go!" Finn shouted. The wind was only getting stronger, causing Finn and Rachel's eyes to water.

"Noah?" Rachel shouted worriedly.

"What the hell are you guys yelling for?" Puck shouted. Rachel and Finn turned a corner and almost ran into him. "You guys just scared a three away when it heard I had backup!"

"Noah, we need to get out of here," Rachel said, sounding worried.

"Why?" Puck asked. He then looked from Rachel's worried face to Finn, who was looking all around them on high alert.

"Berry," they heard something growl. Rachel's stomach dropped.

She knew that voice.

They all turned toward the way they came. Puck cussed lowly the same time that Rachel gasped.

A seven foot Geo demon was standing more than twenty feet from them.

The feeling in her gut told Rachel that this was definitely the same one from the library.

"Oh God," she murmured.

To Be Continued…

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