Chibi-Kari: This is it. Sorry I didn't get it up last night. I've been sick. I tried not to get too cliche so I changed it up a little bit. But obviously I've been watching too much Skins because...well...if anyone has watched the series they will see where I went. I don't own...and that's all I wrote. I'd love feedback! PS I had to have it slightly in the future because Jesse had to be there to take care of Beth.

November 23, 2010 10:58pm

Somehow Mr. Schue had convinced Puck it was the right idea for him to come back to the joint Glee rehearsals. Of course the convincing had a lot to do with Puck's Spanish grade. And threatening his grade wasn't chill. It was the only class he was pulling a B in. Cause, dude, Puckzilla needed to woo women of every language. It was low, but from what Finn told him Mr. Schue didn't back down until he got what he wanted. Well…except when it came to Rachel. Of course, he was almost sure that the teacher didn't want to interact with her more than necessary. Right now, as much of a pansy as it made him seem, he wished Mr. Schue would pay attention to her. She fell asleep in class yesterday and the teacher had just ignored it not really wanting to wake her up.

It didn't help that Mr. Schue took Finn's side during the breakup, which was surprisingly brought on by Finn. It was almost strange to see Finn stand up in the middle of their music class and just start yelling at Rachel. Everyone was afraid to move as he ripped into her about purposely trying to hurt him by not returning his calls. Rachel just seemed to watch him with a sort of mild curiosity. That was a red flag to Puck. A major red flag. After Finn yelled something about her just breaking up with him she shrugged and said 'okay.' The room was silent as she stood and walked out of the door like nothing happened. It wasn't a diva storm out. If he could compare it to anything he would say it was like how that Luna chick from those Potter movies walked around. Don't judge him; those movies were badass even if he had to use his little sister as an excuse to go to them.

So here he was. A month later practicing at 11 at night, how Vocal Adrenaline did this on a nightly basis astounded him, with Finn sulking over to the side. No one had thought they would stay broken up this long, but Finn wasn't going to give in and Rachel didn't seem to care. It was pretty much a permanent thing now and Puck really wasn't complaining about that because they wouldn't be dating if someone finds out about Rachel's behavior. On more than one occasion he had found her with a guy and now that he didn't have to worry about Finn finding out and being hurt it didn't seem as big of a deal.

They paused in mid-song when Shelby's angry voice rang out through the auditorium. "Whose cell phone is that? I thought I told everyone to turn them off before they even came through the door."

Puck rolled his eyes as he jogged over to his coat thrown over the side of the stage. Shelby seemed to get angrier when she saw it was him. They definitely didn't see eye to eye after he talked back to her about Rachel that very first night. And every night he prayed that his daughter kept her awake because really who replaces their real kid with someone else's? Shelby could have been there for both girls. And Puck made snide comments as often as he could. And Shelby pushed him harder than any of the other kids. Needless to say, they didn't get along at these practices at all.

Puck laid down on the stage and reached down to grab the edge of his jacket before fishing for his phone in the pocket. His sister had been calling him lately about anything and everything. He was pretty sure she was having a hard time at school, but wouldn't tell him. She didn't want to seem like she wasn't a badass in front of her brother. He paused a moment when he saw Jason's name blinking at him from the screen before straightening up quickly and flipping it open.

"Yeah?" He knew he shouldn't be panicking, but it was ripping through him before he could stop it. Jason was probably just checking in with him about Rachel. They figured out quickly that double duty worked better when trying to keep her under control. It wasn't strange for Jason to make a quick call to him about what Rachel was doing.

"You need to get here." Jason's voice was a little unsteady and Puck felt his stomach drop to his feet.

"Where are you?" His snapped response had the entire room looking at him and he couldn't bring himself to care.

"We're at Lima Regional. Dude, you need to get here. I don't know what to do. She-I just don't know what to do."

"You know the rule about answering phones during rehearsal-"

"Shut up, lady!" Puck roared before turning slightly to his left. It didn't offer any privacy, but it felt like it did. "Where is she?"

"They took her in the back somewhere. I don't know. I'm in the waiting room. I don't know what to do." Jason seemed to really be panicking now.

Puck glanced at his watch again. His mother was working a double shift tonight and his sister was at a friend's house. "Dude, find my mom. Page her. Whatever. Tell her I'm on my way and everything that happened. I mean everything."

"You might not want me to do that. I mean what about-"

"Find her! I don't care. Just find her." Puck's voice leveled as he took a deep breath. Jason couldn't panic right now. He didn't even know what was going on, but he couldn't have him panicking when he was the only one that knew the situation. And Puck knew the boy's first response was to be tight lipped when it came to his friends. But if Rachel was at the hospital he couldn't afford to have him be that way. Whatever went down was bad enough to shake him up this bad.

"What if they need parental permission for something? I've seen that in the movies. Her dads are out of town again. Can you reach them?" Jason was starting to calm down again and Puck released a breath.

"Just find my mom. I'll be there in a few. I'll take care of everything." Puck barely finished his sentence before the line went dead.

He threw his phone down on the stage. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He didn't know what to do. Who the hell even knew where her parents were. They were always off on some adventure leaving her to fend on her own. Fine and dandy if your kid was emotional stable or off at college. He wasn't sure what was wrong, but if she needed some kind of surgery she might have to have parent's consent. His mom was a damn nurse and it frustrated him that he didn't know how this crap worked.

He looked up quickly and found the face he needed. "We need to go."

He could tell her mind was working and trying to fit together the pieces. "Rachel?" Her question was simple, but it was asking more than that.

"We have to get to Lima Regional." He couldn't stand here much longer. If Shelby didn't get her act together he was just going to have to pull her out of the room.

Shelby took a step back. "Don't you need to call her fathers? They're the ones that need to be there. Not me."

Puck narrowed his eyes before jumping down from the stage. "If they were in town I'd call them. If they were ever in town they'd know this was going to happen."

"What does that mean, Puck?" Mr. Schue's voice was slightly higher than normal and Puck immediately understood. The man had seen the signs, but didn't care enough to do anything. Or maybe he was too busy denying anything was wrong. He seemed good at that if anyone looked at what happened with his wife or Ms. P and Carl.

He couldn't deal with him right now. He took a deep breath and started forward towards Shelby. "We need to go."

She only nodded this time before taking off after him down the aisle towards the doors. She turned back quickly to Jesse. "Follow in my car with Beth."

Puck glanced back at the room before taking off through the doors. New Directions seemed to be gathering their coats and deciding who would drive with who. Jesse stood staring after him Beth's carrier firmly placed in his left hand. He looked slightly blank as he started to follow the two of them Shelby's purse clutched in his other hand.

It seemed like an hour went by before he was able to get Shelby in his truck and start speeding there. It felt like everything was taking too long. They just weren't moving fast enough or maybe time was moving too fast. All he knew is that if he didn't get to the hospital soon he was sure he was going to explode.

"You need to slow down. We don't need to get to the hospital in an ambulance." Shelby kept her voice calm and smooth. She didn't need the boy next to her to do something stupid. His knuckles were already white and he was tense.

Puck momentarily thought of flooring it just to spite her, but knew she was right and eased his foot off the gas pedal. "We need to get there."

Shelby nodded. "We will." She wasn't sure that she wanted to ask, but she knew she had to. "What happened?"

He shook his head blankly as he swerved into the turn lane into the hospital. "I don't know. I don't know."

He barely had the car in park and turned off before he was out the door and sprinting into the ER. He almost felt like pounding on the automatic doors when they didn't open soon enough, but Shelby's sudden grip on his arm halted him long enough for them to open. He stumbled through the door and looked around the room. He scrambled the last five feet to Jason and his mother.

"Mom." He sounded almost relieved when he saw her arm firmly clamped on Jason's shoulder. "What's happening? Is she alright?"

Mrs. Puckerman looked over her son's shoulder to Shelby who had taken root right behind him. "Who are you?"

Shelby pulled herself up to her fighting stance. "I'm Rachel Berry's mother."

Mrs. Puckerman's eyes narrowed and a look of disgust crossed her features. She focused on her son again. "She's going to have a concussion, but we won't know too much until she wakes up. Her left arm is shattered. They're in surgery right now fixing it. Earlier she had a reaction to something she took." Her eyes glanced back at Jason. "It would help if we knew exactly what it was."

Jason seemed to lose it for a moment. "I told you I don't know! I'm doing my best!"

Puck grabbed his arm roughly shaking him. "What the hell happened?" Puck could hear everyone filing into the ER. Kurt seemed exceptionally loud and dramatic.

Jason shook his head slightly. "I don't know exactly. One moment she was heading to the bathroom and the next she was taking a head dive off the upstairs landing. She was fine when she went to the bathroom. I swear to God she was fine. I don't know what happened. It wasn't more than two minutes. Oh God." He grabbed his hair stumbling back into the chairs behind him.

"She's lucky she's not dead." Mrs. Puckerman mumbled. "You knew she was being this reckless didn't you, Noah?"

"She was fine. It was under control." He shook his head slightly. "I had it under control."

"Under control?" Mrs. Puckerman scoffed. "Her blood alcohol content was 0.35. That's not under control. That's as far out of control as possible. I'm surprised she's not dead. She's too small to get anywhere near that."

"That's almost five times the driving limit." Artie mumbled from somewhere behind him.

Puck was furious. He turned to Jason. "You were supposed to watch how much she drank! After what happened last time you said you'd watch how much she drank."

"Happened last time?" Shelby snapped. Her voice was strangled as she stepped towards the two boys. "How-how long has this been going on?"

Puck looked up at the group. Everyone was watching him closely like they could tell if he lied. He wasn't sure he wanted to anymore. "At least May."

Shelby stumbled back and Will stabilized her. "That's six months. Six months. Why didn't you tell one of her dads?" Will had placed his arm around her as she started fall to the ground.

Puck couldn't believe it. How could she judge him? He was doing his best! He was keeping her from going to far. He would have been there tonight and none of this would have happened if he didn't have to go to that stupid practice. "When? When was I supposed to tell them? I haven't seen them in three months! And then they were only home for a few hours. Business or pleasure. Or whatever the hell they were doing! I've been taking care of her! No one else. None of you cared enough! It's been me and Jason."

His mom came forward placing her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off harshly. "You should have told me, Noah. I could have done something."

"It's just a phase. She got a raw deal. She needed to blow off some steam. That's all. I was making sure it didn't go too far. It was fine." He didn't believe any of it. He hadn't believed any of it for a long time. Maybe even from the start.

"It wasn't fine, Noah." Her voice was smooth and calm. It reminded him of when he was little and she would calm his tantrums. "What would you have done if it wasn't just a phase? How much longer could you have 'handled' it?"

He shook his head as he tried to understand what she was saying. He didn't know. "I don't know. I don't know." He let his head fall into his hands has he tried not to lose it in front of everyone.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" His mother sounded hurt and he was almost sure that that was close to the truth. She didn't like when her children kept things from her.

But he had had to keep it from her. "I promised."