Here is long awaited chapter 6! I hope you guys enjoy it! I wasn't too sure about this chapter but decided to post it anyways because sometimes I'm just worried for no reason. And I hope this is one of those times!

I own: The story plot, Seth, Alec and Ashley also Mary.

I don't own: Any of the Glee characters.

This is not beta'd so all the mistakes are mine.


Chapter 6

Puck woke up to the site of his room all torn and tattered again. He sighed before picking up the remains of his pillow covers and the feathers that covered the floor. He started throwing everything in the garbage when he picked up an envelope. He opened it and saw the note Rachel left him. He fiddled with the necklace; in between his fingers while read the note. He slipped the necklace on and went to go find Rachel.

He walked out of the room and down the hallway where he saw her talking to her Dad in hushed tones. He walked closer when Dr. Berry spotted him and stopped talking he walked away from Rachel. She sighed before turning around and spotting Puck. She stared at him for a second,

"Hi," She said, "How are you feeling?" She started a brisk walk and he said,

"I'm sorry for what happened yesterday," He started as he caught up to her, "Look, I just want people to speak their mind around me. I don't want people to walk on eggshells around me. They did that when my mom and sister died and I hated it. Nothing went back to normal, I want things to go back to normal."

"You're in a totally different environment, nothings going to be normal."

"I know, but is it so bad that I want it to be?"

"No," She said, stopping, "It's not bad. But you just can't… anyways, don't expect people to be normal around you. Um, Santana and Sam have come to visit you again. They're in the visiting room."

She led him to the room in silence where Santana and Sam sat. They were talking in hushed tones and they looked up when Puck entered the room. He sat down at the desk across from them; Rachel smiled at them before saying,

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes," Then she left.

Santana turned to Puck and said, "How are you doing? Is everything okay?"

"Ya, everything's fine." He replied.

"Puck, talk to us man, what's been going on, made any friends?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I have a friend," He said, "Alec, maybe I'll introduce you."

"And you apparently have a friendship with Rachel, huh?" Santana said, "Dr. Berry told us, he said that you and Rachel went for coffee the other day."

"Yeah, yesterday," He said.

"What did you guys talk about?"

"Why do you care? We just had a little conversation,"

"IS that why your room is all torn up?" Santana shot back.

"Who told you that?"

"No one needs to, there are feathers on your shoulders." Sam said, "Puck, dude, what's happening? Why don't you talk to Dr. Berry, he says he's made no progress with you. You won't get better if you don't—"

"Stop." He said, growling at Sam, "I know how I can get better, if you two stop telling me what to do. I'm not going to get better over night these things take time. So stop pushing me around and let me make progress myself." He got up from the chair and left the room before saying, "I think you can show yourselves out."

He passed Rachel who looked up, hoping to say something to him but she didn't. Instead, she put her head back down and continued with her work. Puck noticed the movement but he didn't bother to stop by her desk either, he continued to walk down the hallway and into his room again.

His room was still a mess, so he tried to pile all the tatters of the pillows and the feathers into a pile and in one corner of the room. He realized he doesn't have any more pillows so he stepped out of the room and went to the desk.

"Hi," He said, the nurse looked up, "Um, I don't have an pillows anymore. Is there anyway I could get more?"

"Oh, of course," She said, "Rachel!" She called, "Puck needs more pillows." Rachel ran out of the office and went to the cupboard. She grabbed a few pillows and ran into Puck's room, not realizing he was right in front of her. She entered the empty room, eyebrows creased. She turned around to come face to face with Puck.

"Oh!" she said, her heart skipping a beat, "There you are. Well, here you go." She shoved the pillows into his hands but before she could leave he grabbed her hand and said,

"Wait," She spun around and faced him.

"Look Rachel," He said taking a deep breath "Is it weird that I'd rather talk to you, than to your dad or my friends?"

Rachel looked at him and he was being completely honest. He was staring into her eyes and Rachel felt herself compelled to answer.

"No it's not weird," She said slowly, "A lot of people like to talk to me. I have a trusting face," She gave a little laugh but it felt awkward in their situation. Puck dropped her hand and nodded before turning away. "Puck," She called. He turned around and looked at her,

"Whenever you want to talk, just ask, I don't mind listening," Rachel saw his mouth tug up into a little smile and he nodded. She was just about to leave when he said,

"Rachel…" Before stopping and taking a breath, "Can you call me Noah?" She looked at him again,

"Of course… can I ask why?"

"Because," He smiled walking forward and brushing a piece of hair out of the way, "It sounds better than calling me Puck. But only you are allowed to call me that." Rachel shivered at the closeness of their bodies. She nodded slowly before saying,

"See you around, Noah," The name rolled of her tongue and Puck swore it was like an angel saying it. He gave her a little smile before nodding,

"See you."


Rachel packed up her desk for the day and her Dad came by dropping keys on her desk.

"I'm staying a little late," He said, "You can take the car, I'll just get one of the other nurses to drop me off."

"Okay," She said, taking the keys.

She walked out of the office and bumped right into Puck or erm, Noah.

"I'm just going for my session," He mumbled.

"Oh," She said, "Well, yeah that's kind of obvious since you're at my fathers door." She smiled. He blushed slightly before saying,

"I should…"

"Noah," She said right before he was about to enter the room, "Um, my dad and I are very alike… if you get stuck talking to him, just pretend you're to me." He nodded before entering the room.

Rachel smiled before skipping her way out of the building and down the stairs to the car.

"Puck, welcome!" He said as the boy walked into the room. Puck sat down on the chair and the doctor could see that he was trying to make himself relaxed and comfortable but it wasn't really working. He still looked tense.

"So, what are we talking about today?" Puck asked softly.

"Well, I've come to the conclusion that you're not going to answer anything I ask, so you can talk about whatever you want to." The doctor said.

Puck looked around the room before saying, "Is there some way I can listen to music? Or… um play music? Like in a glass room or whatever so you can see and make sure I don't hurt myself and shit… I know you guys take those precautions not saying that I will…" he rambled, "But I had this guitar back home… and I really miss it."

"If you can give us the address, we can get you that guitar. You'll have to play it in the common room, is that okay?" Doctor Berry said, jotting it down, "I can have Rachel retrieve it after school if that's alright?"

"Couldn't I have one of my friends bring it?" Puck asked carefully. He didn't want Rachel going to his house.

"Of course," Doctor Berry said, "So you play guitar… do you play anything else? Sing perhaps?"

"I used too," Puck said, "I was in the Glee Club, didn't get much solo's though… my best buddy did. He was a good singer but not the best. I liked the guitar because… my mom taught me how to play it…" He started tearing up but then he stopped the tears and looked coldly at the doctor.

"Yes?" He prompted but Puck clammed up, then he remembered what Rachel said and pretended to picture her sitting there, long brown hair and big eyes. Her sympathetic (but not condescending smile) and her voice that rang out through the room.

"Um… she taught me how to play it and my sister loved it when I would so I used to practice it all the time. She'd smile and on one side of her face she'd have this dimple which I'd tease her about."

The doctor smiled, he was learning, bit-by-bit about Puck. It was slow progress but it was progress nonetheless. He decided to not let go of the rope that Puck was slow unraveling.

"What did they look like?" Perhaps that was the wrong question, too personal or too vivid for Puck but he clamped his mouth together and stared coldly at the doctor. Even as Rachel, he couldn't bring himself to describe them.

They were… perfect. There weren't enough words in the English language to explain what they looked like, who they were and how much they meant to Puck.

He got up and started walking towards the door without another word to the doctor. He should be used to it by now, but he wasn't and he just stared after in surprise.

He slowly started packing up his bag and notes, calling it a day with Puck. He heard a quiet knock on the door and called,

"Come in!"

Mary, a nurse that worked there slunk into the room, smiling brightly. Berry, smiled back at her before wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a little kiss.

"Good day?" She asked, surprised by the action. They'd been having an affair for a couple months and it took all her energy to not laugh at Rachel whenever she passed because she had no idea. But she wasn't used to the doctor being so… clingy. Not that she was complaining.

"The session with Puck started off well… ended on a bad note but when does his sessions not?" He said, brow crinkling as he let go of her. She sighed and wrapped herself around him, kissing his neck.

"It'll get better, don't worry… but for now… I can come up with something that will distract you." She smiled evilly and he laughed,

"I can't stay for long, they're expecting me home."

"You really need to come up with better explanations or just divorce the bastard." Mary said, pouting.

"Hey, he's still my husband."

"For now…" She said giving him a kiss.

"For now," he murmured back before kissing her and sliding his hands up and down her body.


Puck walked up and down the halls, fuming. That was WAY to personal of a question to ask someone. He knew his family just died what made him think that that was a good question to ask?

He should go back and punch him… but he couldn't do that to Rachel, that would break her and he really did like her. She was sweet and somewhat easy to talk to. She didn't baby him… much which was asking for a lot considering everyone else did.

He decided to cut the doctor some slack because he probably was just trailing after the rope that Puck was unintentionally leading. He walked back to the room and knocked on the door but there wasn't an answer. Puck was confused but tried the handle and it was open. He pushed it wide and stopped in his tracks.

He didn't want to hurt Rachel, but apparently her father didn't care.


He ran out the room and was running towards the phone to tell Rachel when he got shoved into a wall.

"Puck, Puck, please listen to me!" The doctor begged, clothes half on.

"No! You're a fucking cheater you dick!" Puck shouted back. There wasn't anyone except for the patients and he didn't care who heard.

The doctor shoved him into a room where no one could hear them, "Puck please. Just…"

"Why are you doing this to her?" He growled, "She loves you and adores you. SHE TRUSTS YOU! And so does your moron of a husband." He flinched but didn't say anything, "See you don't love them! If you did you would've fought back when I said, moron. You don't deserve either one of them! I'm telling her!"

"You can't!" He begged.

"Why can't I?" He growled, "You're obviously not going too."

"I will! I promise I will!" He said, but then he stopped groveling and said, "But it's not like she'll believe you anyways."

"I'm not delusional, I don't see things. I'm fucking depressed that's why I'm here."

"Yeah, so she'll think you're just trying to ruin her happiness." He said, smirking, "Don't tell her, I'm asking you nicely. I can get you transferred somewhere further and worse than this place. You won't be able to see anyone, anyone and you'll be forced to talk with torture. Doesn't sound so nice?"

"Are you blackmailing me?" Puck sneered.

"No, I'm just telling you the cold, hard facts. I could've had you transferred a while. I'm offering a deal."

"The people who work here are just ask fucked up as their patients." Puck said, but his tone was harsh it was just honest. Berry took that as an agreement before walking out of the room.

Puck stood there and he couldn't help but remember the phrase his sister once taught him,

Secrets, secrets are no fun. Secrets, secrets, hurt someone.


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