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"Um, yeah Rach. I did know about it," Rachel looked at him with so much anger in her eyes that it physically made him ill. "I was going to tell you! It's just that I didn't wanna make your day worse. I was going to tell you tonight."

Some of the anger in her eyes subsided and she turned towards Miss Pillsbury. "So what exactly can I do for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?" Puck could tell she didn't really want to know. She also looked scared.

Dammit, good job Puckerman. Puck scooted his chair closer to hers and grabbed her hand. He thanked God that she didn't pull it away.

"Well Rachel, your doctor told me that you will start medication to relieve some of the stress and you will have to come see me at least twice a week." Miss Pillsbury pulled up her schedule and started to pencil in times when she could come.

"But that is just the medical way of solving it," she continued. "I recommend that you pick back up some of your hobbies. You liked to sing and dance before…" The accident. The two teenagers knew what she was going to say. Rachel just nodded her head and turned to Puck.

"You can go to back to class, Noah. I'll meet you in biology." Rachel squeezed his hand before pulling it away. Puck was about to argue, but then those chocolate eyes were on him and he knew he would do whatever she asked him to. He kissed her forehead like always and left the room.

"So, what do we talk about now?" Rachel turned her attention back to Miss Pillsbury and waited for an answer.

"How are you coping Rachel?" Miss Pillsbury asked the first thing she always did whenever she had an accident victim.

Rachel just stared at her. "Obviously not very well."

"Yes I know that, but how do you feel?" The guidance councilor could tell that this girl was going to need a little push.

"Um… I guess I'm just confused. It's hard not knowing anything. I've been given everything I need to start over, but I still know that there are things missing. It's like I can't forget what I've forgotten," Rachel trailed off at the realization.

Miss Pillsbury thought that was going to be much harder than it actually was. "Rachel, I'm very proud of you for saying that. I can only imagine the position you're in right now and I think your coping very well. How is everyone else treating you?"

"Good mostly," besides Quinn, "it's weird though, cause they all expect Rachel. And I'm not her." Rachel had repeated what she had told Puck.

"Dr. Smithson told me you are very close to someone in particular. Is it Puck?" Miss Pillsbury knew it was, but she wanted to pick Rachel's mind about the boy.

"Yes, Noah," Rachel smiled privately to herself.

"Want to tell me about it?" She knew she had gotten a lot of information out of the girl already, but she decided to go forth anyways.

"He's always been there. From the accident, to the moment I woke up, to this," Rachel waved her arms around to show what she meant. "And I think I may love him. I never expected to… and I don't know if I want to." She played with her fingers in her lap as she admitted the last part.

"Why don't you want to love him Rachel?"

Rachel didn't understand why she felt the way she did, but she said it anyways. "Because I know I can hurt him. One second I'm sweet and cuddly and the next I tell him not to touch me, but no matter what he always forgives me." Rachel was about to cry, but she soldiered on. "He is the most important person to me right now, but I have so much shit going on… "

"Are you trying to say that you care about Puck so much that you would rather be alone than hurt him?" Miss Pillsbury questioned her, trying to understand it herself.

Rachel nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. She was trying to fix her broken tower.

"Okay. Well, I think that's enough for today." The guidance councilor said, her voice as chipper as ever. "You're very brave Rachel. Don't forget that."

The brunette nodded again and stood up to leave. The bell was about to ring and she better get to biology so Puck wouldn't get worried. "Thanks Miss P."

"Anytime, Rachel."

Rachel opened up the glass door the same moment that the bell rang. Everyone was still staring at her as she walked down the hall.

The door to her biology room was open, so she just walked in. Puck was sitting at a table in the middle row. When he saw her, he let out a breath and stopped checking the clock every two seconds. She was still standing in the doorway, so the next student to walk in bumped into her back. Rachel turned around to apologize, but then saw the bright blonde hair.

"Oh sorry, hi Sam."

"It's okay Rachel." He smirked at her, but Rachel could only think about a different boy's smirk. A boy who was slightly glaring at the one in front of her.

Rachel turned around and went to take the open seat next to Puck and Sam took the one on the other side of her.

As she was preparing her binder to take notes, she saw a letterman jacket enter the room out of the corner of her eye.

"Hello again, Berry. I see Puckerman is still hogging you all to himself. Or did he decide to let Evans share?" Karofsky told her lazily.

"Shut the fuck up." Rachel looked over at Puck and could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped the table. His teeth were clenched and the expression on his face scared even her.

"Puck, you know I called dibs way before Sam," Karofsky smiled in a very disturbing way and his eyes raked over Rachel's body.

That was it for Puck. He lunged over the table and tried to hit for Karofsky's face, but he quickly dove out of the way.

Puck was out of his seat and around the table in a flash. Taking Karofsky's slightly bent posture to his advantage. He managed to get him into a headlock before Sam was pulling him off.

"Puck! Puck stop it, man!" Sam jerked the collar of Puck's shirt back right before the teacher walked in and it made him release his death hold on Karofsky.

"Gentlemen, take your seats." The teacher looked like the no-nonsense kind and Rachel was glad because she was pretty sure she was about to watch Karofsky suffocate.

The rest of the class was spent with Rachel once again looking at the clock, while Puck rested a hand on her knee. Karofsky kept making sly comments throughout the rest of the class.

The bell rang and Karofsky ran from the room as fast as he could. He knew that if Puck caught him in the hall, there would be a fight, and while the football player loved to fight, he had no back-up. And Puckerman had one hell of a right hook.

Puck, Rachel, and Sam made it to the cafeteria without making a scene. But the minute they walked through those doors the whole lunchroom quieted down.

Apparently, the news had spread about Puck's attack.

They went to stand in line for lunch, and when they exited the line they looked around for a seat.

"Rachel! Over here!" Rachel looked in the direction that she had heard her name and saw Santana. She was sitting with some Cheerios and football players.

Rachel looked up at Puck and he shrugged. They made their way over to the table and saw the two empty seats left.

"Sit down, you guys. Everyone this is Rachel. Rachel this is everyone." Rachel smiled at the jocks sitting at the table and took the seat. They were staring at her with shock written all over their features. It couldn't have been that much of a surprise. She was a bitch now anyways.

Puck took the seat beside her with a small smile on his face and started talking to a football player next to him.

Rachel turned around when she heard someone clear their throat.

Quinn and Finn stood behind her with their lunch trays and the blonde was giving her the biggest death glare ever.

"You're in my seat, RuPaul." Quinn bit out at her.

Oh, so that's why everyone looked so shocked. Hmm…. Bitch is gonna get what she deserves. Rachel smiled back up at the girl sweetly.

"I don't see your name on it Quinnie." Rachel shrugged her shoulders and turned back around.

"Man Hands! Did you not hear me? I said get up!" Quinn raised her voice and now most of the cafeteria's eyes were on her. Rachel looked over and saw the Glee kids sitting at a table by the trashcans.

"Listen up Barbie! I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you have some serious issues. I can sit wherever I want to, and no fake-blonde bitch can make me move!" Rachel wasn't even standing, but Quinn took a step back. "Yeah that's right Quinn, your roots are showing."

Quinn looked at her in disgust, but at the same time looking around to see how many people were watching. A lot. Rachel noticed it too.

"You will pay for that one, Stubbles." And with that she slapped the smaller girl so hard across the face that Rachel actually saw stars.

Everyone in the room was now staring and Rachel knew what had to be done.

She stood up, punched Quinn in the nose, and sat back down.

The Cheerio clutched at her perfect nose and sent anyone who dared to meet her eyes a glare that could probably kill a small animal.

"I see how it is you bitches." She looked around at the table where her "friends" were sitting. "I will make your life hell."

"Okay Quinn. You do that." Rachel turned towards Santana and started to talk to her. "Oh, and Quinn? I would go see your doctor. Your nose feels a little plastic."

Quinn huffed and stormed from the room. A very confused looking Finn behind her.

"Babe, that was fucking awesome!" Puck whispered in her ear. Rachel smiled at him and went back to talking with Santana.

Even though Rachel was the only non-Cheerio at the table, she was surprised when she didn't run out if things to talk about with the other girls. If anything, she had too much to talk about.

"Christine, your new routine sounds great, but wouldn't it be better of you ended it with the a toe touch toss instead of a basket toss?" Rachel had to resay what she just said in her head to comprehend what she had just said. Confusing.

"How did you know that stuff Rachel?" Santana was studying her thoughtfully.

"I really don't know what I just said…" Rachel didn't even know what a toe touch toss was.

Santana contemplated this. "Well, you were right. Do you know if you ever did cheerleading?"

"Umm…. No. But I did see several gymnastics and dance trophies," Rachel had no idea how she would know that stuff.

Santana just shrugged, but secretly she was planning her recruiting attack.

At the end of lunch Rachel got up to dump her tray and even hugged two of the Cheerios goodbye before heading off to class.

Rachel walked into her Spanish class and saw a young teacher who was also apparently her Glee Club coach.

She walked right up to him and stuck out her hand. "I'm Rachel Berry. You're also my Glee Club coach. Right?"

"Yes Rachel," he took her hand and shook it. "I'm Mr. Shuester. I'm so sorry about your accident."

"It's cool. Where is my seat?" Mr. Shuester could tell that she was different, manly because she just asked a question using only four words.

"Umm, anywhere you like Rachel." The teacher turned back towards the white board to finish conjugating the verbs they were learning in class today.

Rachel turned around and moaned when she saw Quinn and Finn standing in the doorway.

Quinn had a bandage over her nose and was looking vicious. Finn looked oblivious.

"Hey Rachel!" Finn called out, "you can sit next to me." He looked hopeful. Rachel thought it was weird.

"That's okay Finn. I'm going to sit next to Brittany." Rachel was thankful to see the empty seat next to the ditzy blonde Cheerio.

"That's cool, Rach. Maybe next time." Finn smiled at her and Rachel grimaced in return.

The rest of the day passed similarly to the first part, Rachel would feel the tunnel while sitting in a class. It was worse when Puck wasn't there with is hand on her knee.

She had a couple more face-offs in the halls. Puck yelled a few more people for looking at her the wrong way.

By the time Glee club rolled around Rachel was exhausted and just wanted to go home and crawl into bed and go to sleep. With Puck of course.

"Okay guys! Your assignment this week is to come up with a song to describe something going on in your life right now. Any type of song will do. I can feel some strong emotions in this room and we need to let those out so we can ban together and win Nationals!"

Rachel and Puck looked at each other. They both had the same thought going through their head.

I guess now is as good as time as ever to tell you that I think I love you.

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Songs! For any Glee Club member to sing for the assignment! (I already have one picked out for Rachel! I wrote this whole chapter with it in my mind! When you hear it, you'll be able to tell. If you guess it, you get a gold star!)

(When) Should Rachel become a Cheerio?

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