A/N: Ok just a little back story on Puck, Quinn and Rachel…they were like the group's main three, it started with them and then everyone else came in throughout elementary school. So they were best…best friends. Quinn is dating Finn, there is no baby gate drama, Rachel and Puck never dated. Puck is all for the cougars and sexting with Santana…at least at the start. This is defiantly a Puck and Rachel fic, but it will also focus on Quinn and Rachel's friendship, because ya know Rachel can't just wake up and have everything fine. The whole Glee club will find out soon, Mercedes and Kurt will be returning, I have many plans for this story. If anyone has an idea they would like brought in, tell me and I will see if it works with my ideas, also if anyone has any song recommendations about overcoming trauma, learning to trust, that sort of thing…I could use some help lol. Thanks!

Sweet Caroline-Neil Diamond- Not me

Puck stood holding Rachel for a few minutes, before she started shuffling around, antsy like.

"Getting bored with me already?" Puck asked with a smile.

"Ha, no, I just…you guys are very touchy feely." Rachel commented.

"Get used to it babe, your gonna feel the love from every direction." Puck laughed, letting her go, but taking her hand. He just wanted to hold on to her, to know she was safe.

"Would you…mind playing your guitar for me?" Rachel asked quietly.

"Whatcha want to hear?" Puck asked, leading her to his room where his guitar was located. "Hey! Shoes off the bed!" Puck grumbled towards Quinn who was lounging on Puck's bed reading a magazine.

"Something calming, I like your voice Noah." Rachel whispered, getting comfy next to Quinn.

"Oh is he going to sing?" Quinn asked, finally moving her magazine away. "He never sings!"

"I sing in Glee!" Puck defended himself.

"Oh Noah, even I know you barley sing at all there." Rachel smiled, pleasing Puck, the more smiles he could draw out from her the better.

"Hey! I am the Puckerone, don't question my badassness!" Puck replied.

"Oh Lord, here we go with the nicknames." Quinn sighed out, resting her chin on Rachel's leg. "Save us Rachel!"

"Noaaahhh, sing my song…if you remember that is…and I don't mean that in a mean way it's just been a long time." Rachel finally said softly.

"You have a song?" Quinn asked confused. "I don't have a song." Quinn pouted.

"You're not Rachel." Puck simply said, starting to strum his guitar. He smiled over at Rachel who was wearing the biggest grin he had seen in years. Of course he remembered her song! He used to sing it to her whenever she was sad when they were little kids.

Where it beganI can't begin to knowin'But then I know it's growing strongWas in the springAnd spring became the summerWho'd have believed you'd come alongHands, touching handsReaching outTouching meTouching youSweet CarolineGood times never seemed so goodI've been inclinedTo believe they never wouldBut now ILook at the nightAnd it don't seem so lonelyWe fill it up with only twoAnd when I hurtHurting runs off my shouldersHow can I hurt when I'm with youWarm, touching warmReaching outTouching meTouching youSweet CarolineGood times never seemed so goodI've been inclinedTo believe they never wouldOh, no, noSweet CarolineGood times never seemed so goodI've been inclinedI believed they never couldSweet Caroline

Puck let the final note ring out softly before setting his guitar down, turned expectantly towards the girls.

"Come on, now that was good." Puck announced, praising himself.

"It was." Rachel replied, starring him straight in the eye, causing Puck to smirk.

"Ohh you two, you know you are going to be together by the end of the month." Quinn dramatically sighed out.

"Ha, I doubt that." Rachel laughed.

"What, am I not good enough Berry?" Puck asked with mock hurt.

"Oh Noah, no! That's not it at all! It's just, well circumstances-" Rachel was cut off by Quinn's laughter. "He was joking, wasn't he?"

"Completely." Quinn laughed.

"Noah can you come down here please?" Called Emily from somewhere downstairs.

"I guess I will be right back." Puck sighed, putting down his guitar and moving out the door.

"He likes you." Quinn said, once they heard his feet bound down the steps.

"We are friends, I would hope so." Rachel said, oblivious to Quinn's double meaning.

"Rachel don't be dumb, it doesn't suit you at all." Quinn replied with a smirk.

"Look, we just started talking again, before that he was slushing me, heck Friday he slushied me!" Rachel argued.

"Haven't you ever heard of boys picking on the girl's they like?" Quinn asked with a smile.

"I highly doubt your hypothesis as the actual reasoning for his generous behavior, he simply missed me like he said." Rachel replied stubbornly.

"Sure, and Brittany is a math genius." Quinn deadpanned.

"Don't insult Brittany, it is not very becoming, and besides, you know as well as I do she can be smart in her own way." Rachel replied.

"And she knows that Noah likes you, she thinks love, but you get the picture. You know how well she can read people." Quinn challenged.

"Who reads people?" Puck asked, walking back into the room, looking a little bit pale.

"Brittany." Rachel replied, picking up the magazine that Quinn had dropped.

"Oh uh of course." Puck said, typing furiously on his phone.

"What did your mom want?" Rachel asked.

"She just needed to tell me something." Puck brushed off, causing Rachel to raise an eyebrow.

"Something like what?" Rachel pushed, getting a bad feeling in her stomach.

Puck put his phone down and turned to Rachel, as soon as he was about to talk, Quinn's phone went off.

"Sorry, text message." Quinn laughed, curiously glancing at her phone.

"Noah, what did Emily want?" Rachel asked more forcefully, ignoring Quinn.

"Nothing Rach, she just is going to work and she was giving me instructions on how to give you different medications if you were in pain, and how to dress your eye there if it got nasty." Puck said, grazing his hand over the bandage.

"Lord have mercy." Quinn breathed out as she read her text.

"What is it?" Rachel asked, leaning over to look.

"Nothing! Finn…just Finn." Quinn yelped, jumping off the bed, before she began typing out a response.

"Ok, now both of you are acting crazy…did I do something?" Rachel asked hurt, she didn't think she had done something wrong, but why were her friends suddenly acting like they didn't want her around?

"Nah Rach, nothing like that, you know you are my girl." Puck smirked, moving onto the bed where Quinn was sitting. "Are you tired?"

Rachel tried to stifle a yawn, she couldn't believe the sleepiness a single question could bring out. She didn't want to sleep, if she closed her eyes, she was going to wake up and be right back in her house. Quinn would not be coming over, and Noah would not be next to her slowly lowering her body onto his legs to lay down.

"No…" Rachel mumbled.

"Get some sleep Rach, I am going to be right here to chase the nightmares away." Puck promised as he played with the girl's hair.

Slowly Rachel snuggled against him before her breathing evened out, signaling she was asleep.

"Tell me this is a joke Noah!" Quinn whispered, motioning towards her phone.

"Nope." Puck replied, popping the p.

"He ran off? Do they know where?" Quinn asked.

"Not at all, they went to pick up Rodger and the house was empty, everything valuable was gone." Puck explained.

"Rachel is going to freak." Quinn said softly, starring at her friend worriedly.

"We aren't going to tell her. Mom said to act like nothing is wrong, but if we feel like there is a problem, to take her right to Brittany's house, her parents know what is going on." Puck replied.

"Does Brittany?" Quinn asked.

"They told her, she is going to come over when we text her that Rachel is awake. I figured Santana should come too. Maybe everyone from Glee." Puck mused.

"Right, because a house full of people won't freak her out." Quinn sarcastically remarked.

"Good point…just Brittany and Santana, if she is up for it, if not, Brittany's dad is simply waiting if we need him." Puck explained.

"Good thing he is a SWAT member." Quinn laughed. "How ironic."

"Him on SWAT, her mom a doctor, what happened to Brittany?" Puck joked.

"Rachel is right, Brittany is really smart…in her own way." Quinn defended.

"Well we are all going to have to be smart until they find Rodger." Puck said seriously.

"What about Abby?" Quinn asked.

"Mom took her to my Aunt's house, she is staying there for a while, Mom figured it was better this way." Puck replied.

"I feel so bad for Rachel, she has gone through so much…we were such shit heads." Quinn sighed out.

"Woah a curse!" Puck laughed softly.

"I am serious Puck, look at her, really look at her. You know she blames herself for every mark on her body…and we only know about one or two times…can you imagine going through what she did every night? With no one to confide in? That by night, and us being horrible during the day…it's amazing she is alive." Quinn whispered, a tear falling down her cheek .

"Hey now Quinn, she forgave you, she forgave me, we here now. And yea…she went through a lot, but she is strong, she always has been." Puck soothed.

"No one should have to be that strong." Quinn replied.

"That's why we are here now, she doesn't have to be strong anymore, because we are going to be strong for her." Puck said seriously.

"Her phone has been off since she got here, think anyone has tried calling?" Quinn asked.

"Maybe Kurt and Mercedes, Tina or Artie…but they can wait until school Monday." Puck decided.

"Will she go?" Quinn asked.

"I can't see her skipping, can you?" Puck grinned.

"Not Rachel, no." Quinn laughed.

The two went quiet, starring at their best friend who slept peacefully against Puck, at least for now. Who knew how long they could keep Rodger being on the loose a secret? When she did find out, sleep would be the last thing on Rachel Berry's mind.