Author's Note- I am so so so sorry it's taken me so long, but life has been absolutely crazy. Good news though, I have the rest of the story mostly done, so I'll be posting the other chapters soon. Again, I'm so sorry, but I hope this was worth the wait!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

The next day, Puck was sitting in the choir room next to Rachel waiting for Mr. Schuester to come in and begin rehearsal. About a minute later he walked in and Puck smiled. Before Mr. Schue could start rehearsal, Puck loudly interrupted.

"Hey Mr. Schue, do you know anything about Dakota Stanley?"

The room went silent, all of them wondering why Puck wanted to know about the dance instructor. But Puck noticed that Rachel froze in her seat and her face was turning pale.

Mr. Schuester furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you want to know?" he asked Puck.

Puck shrugged as if he didn't care that much. "My sister wants to start taking dance lessons and I saw that he's the instructor. I just want to know what you think about him."

Mr. Schuester sighed. "Well here's my advice. Do not let her take lessons with him, he's a sick tyrant and should never be allowed to go anywhere near kids, or anyone else for that matter.

"Why not?" Puck asked.

"Well, he used to be the choreographer for Vocal Adrenaline, but then he got fired because a student complained he was abusing them. You know, mainly hitting their stomachs and upper thighs and arms to 'help them' " he said, reiterating everything Shelby told him. "They couldn't arrest him or anything because there wasn't any proof. So the school fired him, and now he teaches at a private dance school. Carmel High wasn't able to report the abuse, so when parents enroll their kids with Dakota Stanley, they have no idea, and then the kids become too scared, or too obsessed with winning to step forward." Mr. Schuester shook his head. "It's scary about how competitive and ruthless the show choir business is, and his students feel that the abuse is worth it. And yeah, you do need to push yourself and work hard if you want to be on broadway, but some things are not worth it."

Puck nodded and looked at Rachel to see her reaction. She refused to meet his eyes, instead looking down at her chair, her face bright red and her posture rigid. Apparently Mr. Schuester noticed this and turned his gaze to Rachel for a second too. He got a concerned look on his face and looked back at Puck, who gave him a meaningful look. Mr. Schuester pursed his lips, and then started addressing the group as if that hadn't happened.

After rehearsal, everyone started to leave when Mr. Schuester called out to Puck. "Puck, can you come over here please? I want to talk to you about your Spanish report."

Puck smiled. He had done well on his report and knew that Mr. Schuester didn't need to talk to him about his grades. He followed Mr. Schuester to his office and sat down when Mr. Schuester closed the door. Mr. Schuester sat down in his chair across from Puck and stared at him.

"Your sister isn't taking dance lessons, is she?"

It was more of a statement than a question, and Puck breathed a sigh of relief. Finally he would be able to tell someone about Rachel, and he knew that Mr. Schuester could help him.

"No, she's not." Puck replied.

Mr. Schuester leaned forward. "This has something to do with Rachel, doesn't it?" Puck looked up at his teacher. Mr. Schuester gave him a small smile. "You want to talk about it?" he gently asked Puck.

Puck sighed again. He knew he was breaking his promise to Rachel, but he also knew that it was getting out of hand.

"A few months ago," he started. "During rehearsals, I noticed Rachel had a hand shaped bruise on her arm. I figured something was up, and after a while, she told me she was being abused, but wouldn't say who. I tried finding out who it was, but she refused to give me any hint or anything. I eventually suspected that it was him, but I wanted to be sure. That's why I made up the lie about my sister, I wanted to see Rachel's reaction. And you saw it too, Mr. Schue didn't you?" he looked up at his teacher, with almost a pleading look in his eyes. "You saw her face, she might as well have shouted that…that it was him" he ended off in a low voice, an angry look in his eyes.

"Puck, why didn't you tell me? Or her dads, or anyone?" Mr. Schuester asked him, with a pained look on his face. He really felt for his kids, and hated the idea of someone hurting one of them.

"You don't think I wanted to?" Puck suddenly shouted. He jumped out of his chair, and started angrily pacing the office. "I wanted to say something, the second I saw the first bruise, never mind all the other bruises and scars I saw on her! I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, you don't think I didn't want to, every single damn time - " His voice caught, and he turned away from his teacher, running his hand through his Mohawk, trying to hold in the tears that had suddenly gathered in his eyes. But Mr. Schuester saw, and gently stood up and pulled Puck toward him, until Puck finally burst into tears, shedding all the tears he had been holding in for months now, while clutching the back of Mr. Schuester's shirt. Mr. Schuester continued to hold him, letting him let out all of his emotions. After a minute, Puck composed himself and stepped back, wiping his eyes with his shirtsleeves. He looked at his teacher, his eyes red-rimmed. "Please, Mr. Schuester, I need help, I can't do it by myself anymore," suddenly looking like his eight year old self, begging his father not to leave.

"Okay" Mr. Schuester said. "Talk to Rachel, tell her that you know it's him, and that it's only going to get worse. Rachel's a smart girl, she'll come to realize it herself eventually, but for right now, just keep a close eye on her, make sure nothing worse happens. I'm going to change some of our choreography so Rachel won't get hurt more, and that she'll be with you. If she's with other people, they'll start asking questions, and I don't think she's ready for that yet. Also, I'm going to try my hardest to help, but I think we need someone professional. Can I tell Ms. Pillsbury? I won't give any names, if you prefer."

Puck nodded. "Yeah, it'll be good to get a professional opinion. But don't say that it's Rachel, just say that it's someone you know, don't even say it's a student, because she'll figure out that it's Rachel."

Mr. Schuester smiled at him. "Okay. I'll leave all the specifics out. Thank you, and thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I know this must have been difficult. And Puck?" Mr. Schue asked. Puck turned to face his teacher. "I'm always here, if you need to talk. About anything."

Puck nodded, and left the office.