I apologize this took so long. We had a family issue going on so it was an extremely busy week and weekend. I want to thank everyone for the awesome reviews and a big thank you to anyone who had favorited or started following this story it really means a lot. As always I do not own anything and no profit was made.
"Rachel you have to calm down." Sam said pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. Rachel was currently pacing around the study. She had screeched something earlier about going to find her brother, but Sam had managed to talk her out of it. Russell had never seen Puck, he had only seen Rachel and he knew that Russell wouldn't do anything.
"How can I calm down?" She said shaking her head from side to side. When did her life become so complicated? "We don't know where Noah is and now come to find out that he's the child of Russell Fabray and my mother...What the hell is going on?!"
"Puck is at Santana's. He's probably just fine and we don't know anything about what happened...we're just guessing. I think you need to calm down until we can really figure out what's going on."
"But when are we going to figure out what's going on?" She grew more frantic and it was worrying Sam. All of the stress couldn't be good for the baby. He thought for a moment. Who would know anything about this? Suddenly it came to him.
"How long is Puck going to be gone?"
"Well...Your cousin Brittney went home with Santana and Noah so..." She smiled as a look of disgust cam over Sam's face.
"Ew." The thought of whatever Puck was doing to Santana and his cousin was weirding him out and he wanted to move on from this subject quickly. "There's only one person I know who's been around long enough and isn't too scared to bring up the past, but I'm going to have to warn you she's not exactly...warm and fuzzy." Rachel gave him a skeptical look, but nodded her understanding.
THe wait was short, but it did nothing to calm her nerves when someone began knocking on their front door. SHe looked at Sam and let out a shaky breath. He looked just as nervous as she did. As she crossed to the front door she thanked god she was barefoot. If she had been wearing her, now typical heels, she would have fallen. She opened the door to reveal a tall angry looking woman with short blonde hair.
"Ms. Sylvester, Thank you for coming."
"Rebecca." Sue nods looking at her skeptically.
"It's Rachel." her voice was flat as she looked back at Sam who simply shrugged.
"Whatever." She watches as the woman looks around the house for a few minutes, but then turns her attention back to herself. "You are the spitting image of your mother." Rachel smiled at her happily.
"Thank you."
"It wasn't a compliment. In this town it can be a problem."
"I don't understand?" Rachel raised an eyebrow at the woman as Sam walked up behind her and wrapped his comforting arms around her shoulders.
"Where's your brother?"
"He's at a friends house...How do you kn-"
"know about your brother?" She smiled quickly cutting Rachel off. She could tell that Sue was a woman who enjoyed having the upper hand in any given situation.
"Yea."
"I was the one your grandparents came to to get your mother out of town." Rachel felt her jaw drop open as the weight of Sue's words hit her. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"More than anything?" Rachel nodded excitedly.
"It's not going to be a happy story. Not by any means." Sue said flatly as she sat on the couch in their living room. Rachel remained silent, she knew how this story ended. Her mother was dead, there was no changing that, but she wanted to know what had happened before that. "Your mother was the prettiest girl, some said in the entire state, but even then they were undercutting her by even saying that. She was the picture of perfection beautiful, smart and she was the daughter of the richest most powerful man in town. As you can imagine how many admirers your mother had."
"She always got stared at when we went out when I was younger." Rachel smiled at the memories of her mother.
"Yes, well not all of those admirers were welcomed. Russell Fabray was obsessed with your mother. His family made multiple offers for the two of them to get married, but she turned down all of them. She was in love with someone else."
"Who? Was it my father?" Rachel asked her voice barely above a whisper.
"Heavens no." Sue laughed. "Your father was a marriage of convenience, nothing more. She was in love with a young doctor who lived in town. Her parents loved him. They were more than willing to agree to the marriage, but then Russell found out. He was bound and determined to get her to agree to marrying him. When she refused again he snapped and made her regret the decision."
"Made her regret it how?" Rachel wasn't sure she wanted the answer to the question.
"He told her that when he was done with her that no man would ever want her again." Sue looked at the ground sadly for a moment. "She found out a few months later that she was pregnant."
"And the doctor didn't want her anymore?!" Rachel grew rather upset at the thought of a man discarding her mother like that.
"No, she didn't even tell him. She just wanted to go. So I found your father and he agreed to marry her and get her far away from here." Rachel nodded.
"That's why your dad always hated me!" Rachel felt her face grow hot as she turned to look into her brother's eyes. He looked so betrayed.
"Noah..." She said sadly.
"Why didn't you call me to tell me you finding things out about mom?" He didn't move from his spot by the hallway.
"I didn't want you to know anything yet. You're still in a vulnerable place Noah! You go to the halfway house in less than a week. I wanted you to get better to love yourself. I didn't want you to have a reason to go back to your old life anymore."
"Yea well now I have two more...my father is a rapist and my sister is a liar!" He yelled out before running out the front door. Rachel let out a quiet sob as she placed her head in her hands.
"Maybe we should go find him." Sam said pulling her close to him.
"No, there's no point. We won't find him until he wants to be found." She gave a frustrated sigh and looked back at Sue.
"I think you and your brother have the wrong idea."
"You mean his father isn't Russell Fabray?" Rachel smiled excitedly.
"Oh, no. He is definitely the son of Russell Fabray, but you are most definitely not the daughter of Leroy Puckerman."
"I'm sorry...What?" Rachel was astonished. WHo the hell was she? Now she was finding out that everything about her life is a lie. "How do you know that for sure?"
"Your parents never slept together. Leroy was gay."
"But then why did he treat Noah so poorly?"
"It's hard to look at a child and separate his father's wrong-doings from his own." Sam said slowly. Sue just nodded. Sam knew better than anyone how someone could blame you for something your father did when they didn't like him. His mother was the master of that domain.
"So who's my father?"
"Her first love. He found her a few years later."
"The young doctor?" Sue nodded.
"Do you remember his name?" Sue frowned and shook his head.
"No, I'm truly sorry." Rachel nodded sadly. "Was there anything else that you needed."
"No, Thank you." Sam said standing up and shaking her hand. "You've been extremely helpful."
"Rachel." She perked up at the sound of her own name. "Your mother loved you, both of you. More than anything, you should remember that."
"I will. Thank you."
Two days! It had been two days since she had heard from her brother. Sam had all his men doing everything they could to find him, but Rachel had been right. If he didn't want to be found he wouldn't be. Sam dreaded telling Rachel that another day had gone by without a Puck sighting.
He loved coming home on the nights where she cooked. THe house felt so homey, warm and inviting. He smiled as he walked into the kitchen to see Rachel making the finishing touches on dinner. Her stomach had seemed to swell in the past two days and had rounded out quickly. You could tell she was pregnant now, which Rachel was thrilled about as she kept thinking people were calling her fat.
"Hey Rach." He smiled stepping close to her. He dropped down in front of her slowly placing a kiss on her small bump. "and hello to you too, Sam Jr." He looked up at Rachel as she scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"No." Sam laughed at her reaction. "Have you heard anything about Noah today?"
"nothing." Sam shook his head. "I'm sorry."
"I think I know where he might be...or at least where I hope he'll be." Sam looked at her for an explanation. "Whenever we were little and there was a disagreement or a problem we had our mother always told us to sing it out, as loud as we could. I think he's at the Karaoke bar."
"Well let's eat dinner and then we'll go."
The bar was packed and their group was making things any better. Kurt, Santana and Brittney had all agreed to go out with them in search of Puck. Well Santana and Brittney agreed to go look for Puck Rachel only said Karaoke bar and Kurt agreed. Santana and Rachel scanned the bar quickly, but saw no sign of Noah.
"He's not here." Santana shouted over the music.
"He'll be here." Rachel called back as she moved towards Sam who had procured them a table in the back corner of the bar so they could watched people come and go.
Rachel sat there quietly as everyone around her laughed and drank as if her brother wasn't missing. It annoyed her a little. How can they all just go on with their lives as if Noah wasn't gone? She knew that he needed help. If he was on the street too long he would go back to his old ways. She looked over at Sam who was staring at her with furrowed brows. She gave him a reassuring smile and went back to her own thoughts.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
Rachel's head perked up as she recognized the voice of the person singing on stage. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw her brother safe on stage across the bar. She looked around the table to see everyone had the same relieved look on their face.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow".
It had taken Rachel a moment, but she did eventually recognize the song. Whenever her parents use to get into fights at night Noah would sneak into her room and sing her this song. He use to tell her how she was going to be a star and how much she meant to him. It was then that they decided that it was two against the world. She felt the tears begin to roll down her cheeks. SHe looked back up at her brother and it was then that she noticed that he hadn't seen any of them yet and as he continued to sing the song Rachel got everyone's attention as she began to formulate a plan.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what the things have done,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into
Something beautiful,
You know,
You know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
'Cause you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into
Something beautiful,
And you know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
He finished the song and quickly returned back to his table in the middle of the bar. Rachel quickly ducked around him and informed the man of her song choice. He nodded and the fumbled around getting everything ready for her. Just as the music started Rachel dashed across the room and sat down across from him. He looked up shocked and then smiled warmly at her.
(Rachel, Sam, Kurt, Santana, ALL)
Well I woke up to the sound of silence
And cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with a bottle of wine
Your head in the curtains
And heart like the Fourth of July
He smiled at her as she sang and Rachel felt the weight off her shoulders lift slightly. He wasn't mad anymore.
You swore and said,
"We are not,
We are not shining stars."
This I know,
I never said we are
Though I've never been through hell like that
I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.
Carry on, carry on
He looked over confused as Sam took a seat next to him. he smiled a little wider as Sam started singing to him. He had never felt so cared about. He always knew that Rachel cared, but all these new people in his life took the time to find him. No one had ever done that before.
So I met up with some friends at the edge of the night
At a bar off 75.
And we talked and talked about how our parents will die,
All our neighbours and wives.
But I like to think I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on.
And it's nice to know when I was left for dead
I was found and now I don't roam these streets,
I am not the ghost you are to me.
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.
Whoa!
My head is on fire but my legs are fine.
After all they are mine.
Lay your clothes down on the floor,
Close the door, hold the phone,
Show me how no one's ever gonna stop us tonight.
'Cause here we are
We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day
When we're miles away
Sun will come
We will find our way home
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.
Oooh.
Oooh.
Oooh.
Oooh.
(No one's ever gonna stop us tonight)
(No one's ever, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop us tonight)
(No one's ever, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop us tonight)
As soon as the song was over the bar went back to it's usual hustle and bustle, but Rachel remained quiet awaiting a response from her brother. He looked between his sister and brother-in-law. Then he looked at all his friends.
"Noah..." Rachel began softly. His hazel eyes flicked to her. "I want you to go to rehab. I want you to get better. For me, for your nephew, but mostly for you. To prove everyone wrong that ever doubted you."
"Your dad."
"About that..." Rachel smiled cheekily at her brother before telling him everything she knew.
Noah was suppose to leave today. Sam had agreed to loaning him a car to drive himself. He said it was something he had to do himself and Rachel agreed. He had spent too much of his life depending on other people and while he was borrowing Sam's car he was still making the decision on his own whether or not to go.
Rachel had gone out shopping for the baby and Sam had a rare day to himself. Rachel had spent the day before cleaning the house and cooking to make sure that Sam could have a day to himself just relaxing, but then Mike called saying that he say Puck stumbling around the streets like he was drunk and while Sam wanted nothing more than to not believe him, mike had no reason to lie. He was throwing his coat on to go find his wayward Brother-in-law when there was a loud knocking on the door. It was Puck and he was indeed out of it, but he didn't smell alcohol, which meant he was probably high.
"Puck. I gave you one rule." Puck tried to interrupt him, but Sam quickly cut him off. "I told you to clean your shit up and you were doing so fucking well! What is wrong with you! You know the consequences Puck. Leave. You leave Rachel, the baby, all of our lives forever. If I see you again I'll kill you myself." He didn't give Puck a chance to respond as he slammed the door in his face.
Rachel had been very upset that Puck hadn't stopped by to drive the car, but she had hoped maybe that he had just hitched a ride with someone else. After two days of calling th halfway house Rachel came to grim conclusion that Noah had gone back to his old habits. It was heartbreaking to say the least, but he was a grown man and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She put all her energy into the baby and their marriage which led to a lot of tired nights. Sam and Rachel spent almost every night cuddling on the couch before they finally went to bed. Sam loved those quiet calm night, but a week after Puck's disappearance Rachel's cell phone broke the calmness they had finally gotten use to.
"Rachel Evans." She said cheerily. It took Sam a moment to notice that she had gone quiet. He looked over to see her hand covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face. He went to put his hands on her shoulders, but she brushed him off before throwing her phone and letting out a loud shriek.
"Rachel! Rachel!" He said trying to get her to stop. "What's wrong? Who was it?"
"It was the police. They have Noah." She screamed.
"Well we'll just go get him." He tried to reason with her. He couldn't understand why she was so upset. "I think he's probably learned his lesson."
"No!" well at least she wasn't screaming. "You don't understand. They weren't telling me he was in custody. THey need-they need me to..." She could barely get the words out as she started crying "I have to go identify his body!"
I know you guys are probably going to kill me, but his death serves a purpose and was planned. It wasn't something I added in last minute. THe songs used were Carry on by Fun and Yellow by Coldplay. I would like 10 reviews, but more is always better. If you have any theories, comments, questions or concerns. I would love to hear them.