Sorry for taking so long to update, my 4 month old niece has just been diagnosed with Cornelia de Lange syndrome so things have been a bit crazy horrible this week.
I've re-written this so many times but finally I think it's where I want it to be (hopefully you guys will agree but I'm sure you'll tell me if you don't like it!)
Thanks again for all your amazing reviews and alerts it really does make my day when I get an email from FF!
Still don't own anything because if I did Mark Salling would be in every scene!
Mike had driven Puck to the hospital as he was in no fit state to do it himself and was now anxiously waiting and watching. He had noticed the change in Puck since he had met Rachel; he no longer went to parties, even though he was invited to everything, there had been no hook-ups with random model/dancer/wannabe's and he'd even missed their weekly poker nights which was previously unheard of. Mike hadn't foreseen it when he had set them up in the dance studio, but he now suspected that Puck had fallen completely in love with Rachel, even if he hadn't realised it yet.
Puck was pacing round the waiting room, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.
Would she be ok?
Was it an accident or the stalker?
What would he do if she was seriously hurt?
Why had no one told him what was happening?
What the fuck was taking so long?
Slumping down on a chair he continued his silent musings, his foot tapping incessantly as his eyes darted between the nurse's station and the room he knew Rachel was currently being treated in.
It was over an hour before the doctor finally came into the waiting room with some good news. They had carried out x-rays, scans and test for every possible scenario and he was happy to report Rachel had suffered no lasting damage or broken bones, just a slight concussion and some bruising from where the safety harness had held her in place. They were however going to keep Rachel in for observation overnight to be safe but Puck didn't care that he wouldn't be taking her home tonight just as long as she was okay.
Rachel was sleeping when he entered her room so he took the seat by her bed and held her hand. I promise I'll never let anything like this happen to you again. I'll protect you, I swear. Puck stayed with Rachel for the rest of the evening quietly singing to her until she started to wake up.
"Noah?"
"Rach baby, please don't ever scare me like that again okay?" Puck gently swept her hair back as he lent down to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Oh Noah I'm so sorry…I don't know what happened." Rachel grabbed on to his hand as she felt the tears building behind her eyes.
"It's okay baby, it wasn't your fault, it was just an accident." I'm fucking positive it was the stalker, but I sure as shit don't want to freak you out.
"I'm not so sure Noah; I think it was the stalker." I know it was and I know who it is!
"Well you don't have to worry about that now." Puck lent down and pressed his lips to hers. "The police should be all over the lot by now, they'll find out who did put up the pictures and they'll check if anyone had tampered with the car." And if they can't find him I'll fucking make sure I do!
"Noah. I…I think it's Jesse. I think he's the one doing this to me, to us." I know it!
"Why would he do that?" I'm going to fucking kill him!
"I'm not sure I just have this feeling, I don't know how to describe it but I just know it's him." The look in Rachel's eyes made Puck feel like someone was stabbing his heart; she looked petrified.
"What does he look like Rach?" I'm guessing scrawny looking – that fucking 'security guard' from yesterday. I could have stopped him then, why the fuck didn't I realise. It makes perfect sense looking back!
"Well he's not as tall as you or as muscular and he has dark curly hair. I probably have a photo somewhere from a play we did together. Will you tell the police my theory Noah?"
"I think I've seen him Rach. Yesterday when I was leaving there was someone in your trailer, but when I went to check it was a guy in a security uniform so I never thought anymore about it. He was scrawny looking with dark hair and going by your description I think it was Jesse."
Rachel's heart seemed to stop when she heard that Noah had been so close to Jesse. "I think so too." She said quietly as she grabbed both Puck's hands between her own wincing slightly at the pain she felt from her bruising.
"Mike's in the waiting room I'll tell him to go back to the lot and let the cops know, there's no fucking way I'm leaving you tonight." No way I'm leaving you ever!
"Do you think you'll be allowed to stay all night Noah? I don't think I could stand to be here by myself knowing that Jesse is out there somewhere with some obviously twisted and perverse plans for me." I don't feel safe without you.
"Of course I'm staying Rach you're my girl I'm never going to leave you. But I'm not promising that I'll be able to keep my hands to myself, ever had sex in a hospital Rach?" Puck was wiggling his eyebrows at Rachel and she couldn't help but smile, knowing that he was only trying to keep her mind off Jesse; although if he thought she was up for it they would definitely be having sex in her hospital bed later.
Will felt like he was having a breakdown; they were so close to wrapping up filming when something like this happens. He didn't want to seem hard-hearted but this was the last thing they needed. He knew that none of the rest of the guys realised how much they were depending on this film being a success, sure their other movies had all been money makers but they were going all out on this project. If this was a flop their production company was finished, the bank would foreclose on them and they would all be looking for new jobs and he really didn't need that sort of pressure for Emma, this pregnancy was stressful enough already.
He knew that he should be thinking about Rachel and ensuring that she was okay but all he could think about was keeping this out of the press for as long as possible and making sure that none of their backers heard about the possible stalker situation they had found themselves in. Will didn't care that some people said that all publicity was good publicity he wanted this kept as quite as possible. This was also the main reason he didn't want Puck and Rachel to get involved with each other, although there was definitely something going on judging by Puck's reaction to the accident. Will knew that the press would have a field day digging through Puck's previous conquests if they story of another co-star romance was discovered and they really couldn't take the chance of alienating any of their potential audience.
He knew that Puck was going to be furious when he discovered that Will had not phoned the police as he had instructed, but Will needed to keep this as quite as possible and this was the only way that could be achieved.
They would all realise why he'd done it at the end of the day so surely they couldn't stay mad at him for too long.
Mike was shocked when he heard Puck and Rachel's theory on the possibly identity of the stalker and even more so when he realised Will had failed to call the Police. He had grown fond of Rachel in the last five weeks and was sure that they would be friends for life, so the thought of her ex-boyfriend purposefully trying to harm her made his blood boil. He and Matt had agreed to find out all they could about Jesse St James and especially what he looked like. They were going to be prepared for anything else he tried to do next and when he did Mike and Matt where going to make him wish he'd never been born!
Puck was lying next to Rachel brushing his fingers through her hair as he watched her sleep. She looks so peaceful and so fucking beautiful. This had been the most surreal day ever and he was so thankful that she had not been seriously hurt, he really didn't know what he would have done if she had been. He was so glad when the doctor allowed him to stay, although to be honest there was no fucking way he wouldn't have left anyway.
As he pulled Rachel closer into his embrace he closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep never seeing the figure watching them from the doorway.