A.N- I'm sorry for the confusion, last chapter was chapter 6, this is chapter 7
Disclaimer- still don't own anything
Rachel drove to Puck's house right after she had dinner with her fathers. She knew that his mom was working the night shift and his sister was at a friend's house, so she just barged in.
"Noah Puckerman, what were you thinking?"
Puck looked up from the couch where he had been watching TV. "Hey Rach, good to see you too, can I get you anything?" he said slightly smirking.
Rachel plopped herself down on the couch next to him. "Cut the crap Puckerman, why did you ask about Dakota Stanley in glee today?"
Puck shut off the TV and looked at her. "Because I wanted to know the truth about him," he said gently. He lightly took her hand in his. "Rach, come on, please talk to me. He's the one isn't he?"
Rachel looked into his eyes and then burst into tears. Puck gathered her into his lap and let her cry, her head resting on his chest. After her tears subsided, she started speaking, her face still turned toward his chest.
"My original teacher had to go on maternity leave, and that she was moving out of Lima, so they told us we were getting a new instructor. When I first heard he was going to be the one teaching, I wanted to leave, but it was only a month away from our dance recital. So I stayed, and I promised myself that I would quit right after the performance. But then after the performance the manager of the theatre told me that some Broadway choreographers were coming next year, and that we were so lucky that we got Dakota Stanley because he's the best, and we could learn so much from him. So I stayed. And he wasn't bad at first, he either forgot, or didn't care about the time he came to help New Directions and I insulted him. He really was a genuinely good dance instructor, teaching us moves that we had never done before, and giving us tips and little exercises to do during the day that could help us stay stronger, like holding our abs in during the day, and stretching when we wake up and right before we go to bed to keep our bodies limber. But then…"
Rachel paused for a second, and Puck remained silent, giving her a chance to breathe and control herself before continuing her story.
"Then, we had to learn a new routine. I was trying to do a triple spin, but I lost my balance after the second spin and slammed into him. He shoved me off of him and told me that I was "nothing but a clumsy girl". I brushed it off as him trying to get me off of him, and to help me with my balance. But the next time, I was doing a flip with my partner, and one of us, I'm not sure whom, turned in the wrong direction and we collided. He pushed us down to the ground and slapped our legs. I was shocked, but I looked at my partner and all she did was stand up, so I figured that if she wasn't doing anything about it, why should I? And after that, it just kept continuing. Keeps continuing, I should say."
Puck lightly turned her chin upward toward his face so he could look her in the eye. "Rachel, I understand why you haven't done anything before, but now you have to quit. It keeps getting worse every day - don't deny it, I see the fresh bruises- and soon, it's going to kill you. Please, stop seeing him," he begged.
She shook her head. "Noah, I can't, I have a recital in six weeks, I can't leave my teammates now, and there are going to be Broadway choreographers there, I can't miss that!"
Noah let out a breath. "Fine, but promise me something. You will leave that dance studio the minute the show is over. And you come to me right away if anything happens, I don't care what day, or what time it is, just come immediately. Okay?" he asked her, looking into her eyes. Rachel sniffed. "Okay" she said.
Puck wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled into him. He didn't let go until her dads called to tell her that it was time for curfew.
