Title: Face Down

Pairing: Puckleberry (Puck/Rachel)

Rating: M

Summary: Who will be the one to save her from the darkness?

Authors Note: Hi Everyone! This is a story I thought up when listening to Face Down and Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. This is my first Glee-fanfic, just started watching the show last week and I was so excited about Puckleberry that I just had to write this!

Really hope you like it!

I live for reviews!

First name

I hated Mondays. Not because it was the end of the weekend, which everybody else mourned. I was actually happy that the weekend was over but it was the bruises that made the Mondays a goddamn pest.

My dance-practices were all scheduled on Mondays and Tuesdays and so whatever bruised ribs or bones I might have I had to keep moving in order to make things appear normal.

I usually hated sneaking around like this but I found myself having no other choice. I was ashamed. Ashamed of myself, at how I just kept taking it.

The people who thought I was a strong person might have been right once, but since I met Jesse that person had fallen.

He's normally a wonderful guy, most would even call him the perfect boyfriend: He's good-looking, he's protective of me, he drives me to and from school everyday, he's a musical genius and he has the best chances possible to get into show-business after graduation.

At least at first glance. But when you look deeper under the surface you find anger, pent up until it's reached its boiling-point, jealousy and no boundaries.

When he gets mad he needs to blow off steam and most of the time he lets me take it. When the first punch came I was clear about not wanting anything more to do with him. But something inside me kept telling me that I needed him and so, as the big fool I was, I had gone back to him and for a few weeks things had been great.

Until he started realizing that I was actually making friends... He had gone mad, trashing everything of mine in our shared apartment, ripped my clothes... And put me in the hospital for a week.

When I finally was able to go back to school I blamed the flue that had been going around lately and by the looks of it people had believed me, I mean why wouldn't they? I wasn't the type of person to lie... At least not the person I was before I met Jesse.

"Rachel? Are you okay?" Mr. Shue and the rest of Glee-Club ran up to where I had fallen down. I had tried standing up too fast which had resulted in my bruised legs buckling under me. I tried to keep the tears from falling when I looked up at the group around me, worry evident on their faces as they slowly helped me stand back up again.

"I'm fine." I smiled and hoped for my acting-skills to fool them. "I just got a little dizzy from standing up too fast."

Relieved sighs were heard throughout the room as I was helped back into my seat and told to take it easy for the rest of the period. I was so thankful that they hadn't wanted to take a look at my legs to see what was wrong but in my relief I failed to notice a pair of doubting, green eyes staring at me from across the room.

It was Tuesday afternoon.

I was alone in the corridor, leaning my sweaty forehead against the cool locker in front of me. I tried to take calm breaths in order not to increase the pain shouting from my right-side ribs down to my already hurt legs.

Jesse had also had a bad Monday and had therefore decided to take it out on me, resulting in, what felt like, a broken rib or two.

My vision was blurry and I was in so much pain I felt like throwing up. The tears fell without me noticing them, and at that moment I wondered what it would be like to just end it. No more pain, no more tears... No more lying.

"Berry?" The dark voice behind me called my name and although he wasn't someone I wanted to see me like this I was a little relieved at the same time. With a little luck he would slushie me and possibly bring my body temperature down in the process.

I turned around slowly, not wanting to injure my ribs more than they already were by making any sudden movements.

"What do you want, Noah?" My voice, which was supposed to sound neutral, ended up a pained wincing instead which immediately caught his attention.

"Rachel?" I heard his voice as if I was underwater, his face turning blurry as I collapsed in his arms.

"Since when did he call me by my first name?"