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Susan's POV

I wasn't sure what to do. But I had defiantly heard about the rumours that had been going around. My daughter Brittany had told me about what her friend Sam had said about Rachel's fractured foot. She said that he said Puck had purposely pushed Rachel off the bike. And now I didn't know what to do about this. But I knew I had to do something.

I scrolled down until I reached 'L' and phoned up my daughter's friend's mother Louise who I was also friends with and stopped by her house once in a while to catch up. We weren't best friends, but she deserved to know what Sam was saying about her.

I doubted Puck did that on purpose, he was such a nice boy and this Sam boy was spreading rumours around about him. I would want her to do the same for me, so I told Louise the truth.

She took it well and thanked me before she put the phone down. Now she has cleared it all up I could tell Brittany it wasn't the truth because she got worried that it was. I knew sweet kids like Santana and Puck would never do that to their sister - even if she was a step sibling. They were just two sweet kids I doubted were capable of something like that.

I just hoped I did the right thing and she wasn't too upset about the false accusations.

Sam's POV

I really wanted to tell someone about this. I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer. My mother would listen but Quinn would just ignore it. I knew she knew what was going on. I mean we both saw it with out own eyes but the problem was, Quinn didn't want to admit her best friend were doing that to a nine year old. Who would?

So instead I called my other friend, Brittany Pierce. She was probably just chilling with her cat or something so I hoped she would be available and pick up.

"Hey Sam" she said.

"Hey Brittany"

"What do you want?" she asked in that innocent voice that no one could get offended by. She was one of the reasons why she was my friend because even when she did insult you, you wouldn't take it personally coming from Brittany.

"What did Santana tell you when you asked about Rachel's foot?" I blurted out.

"Oh, well, she said she fell of a exercise bike she was too small to ride anyway, and then she let me sign it"

I laughed bitterly "That's what she said?"

"Yeah why?"

"He pushed her off, I saw it"

"Who?" Brittany asked.

"Puck, I saw it with my own eyes, they were fighting and he pushed her and that's how she fractured her foot"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" It was so good to get this all out of my system. I wasn't even going to pretend I couldn't see it anymore like Quinn was doing. I heard Brittany's Mom call her downstairs in the background "Sam, I have to go, I'll speak to you later, okay?"

"Yeah sure" I nodded even though she couldn't see it and then put the phone down. I sat down for a moment before I realised.

Wait, why did I just do that? Brittany wouldn't tell anyone what I just said would she?

To: Brittany

Britt dnt mention this convsation 2 anyone

From: Brittany

I kinda alrdey told ma Mom

Damn. Now what was I going to do?

Rachel's POV

I bet they thought I was loving this.

But I really wasn't. Even though it was kind of funny to see Santana and Puck mad every time someone wanted to sign my cast; it wasn't worth having to miss my dance class. It was the only thing that kept me going and I was missing out on a lot. All because of them, and they wouldn't even admit to it!

I heard Louise in the kitchen talking to someone over the phone, someone named Susan that I recognised the name as Brittany's mother. She put the phone down and then I heard the clanking of her heels walking towards the play room that wasn't really a play room anymore. Since it had the bike in, that no one was allowed to go on now, and some other stuff in.

Louise walked in "What did you say to Sam?" she demanded.

"Nothing. I haven't talked to him" I told her, mainly because he hadn't come round to see Santana or I would have.

"Well did you say anything, to anyone?" Louise growled. I didn't know what she was talking about. Where was my Dad? Oh yeah, he went back to work.

"Noah! Santana!" Louise only used 'Noah' when it was important so this must be. Santana and Puck ran down the stairs and into the room "Yeah?" Puck asked. Santana leaned against the door.

"Susan Pierce just phoned me" Louise stated. Santana immediately pulled herself off the door and started to pay more attention "Apparently, that Sam is going around saying that Puck purposely pushed Rachel off the bike to fracture her foot"

"WHAT?" Puck growled. He looked at me and pointed his finger in my face "This is all your fault!" he growled. I moved back but I was sitting and if I wanted to I would have to use my crutches and I was feeling too tired to do that.

"But I didn't say anything" I said. Santana shook her head at me as Puck kicked the door and stormed out. I might hate what Santana and Puck have done, but I would never spread around rumours about him purposely breaking my ankle. My heart was still too good to do that. They will not turn me into a heartless person. I won't let them. So I kept my heart guarded and kept it warm. Too warm for what Santana and Puck deserve from me.

"I didn't say anything to him he obviously saw what happened" I stated.

Louise stalked over to me "Puck did not do this to you, I told you not to go onto that bike" she hissed. I looked up through teary eyes because she was lying to herself. I don't think I should say that though.

Louise walked out of the room to probably go comfort Puck leaving just me and Santana in the room "Now look what you've done, dwarf" she sneered kicking at my crutches.

"Stop it!" I demanded.

"Shut up dwarf, you little liar, you always have to make everyday about you" she said "And now you're making Puck out to be a monster and spreading it around, you're going to make this right" she threatened.

Or what?

I wish I was able to say that. But now I had my foot in a cast and I needed the crutches she was able to get hold of if she wanted, I felt weaken then ever. And so much smaller.

Just before she left the room I called after her bravely, not caring about the consequences it would have for me afterwards, I just wanted to be able to say it "Or what?"