PUCK'S POV
The only thing that was going through my mind was who was this Matthew dude?
He obviously meant something to Rachel, but I don't think anyone else from glee knows who he is. I'll have to ask when we get back.
We arrived at the school and she got out with a word. This worried me because even though she changed, she doesn't do quiet.
"Everything okay Rachel?" I asked.
"Fine." Her voice was tight, distant.
"Seriously B, you can come to me with anything. You know that right?"
"Of course Noah, I just need to get going. Please don't tell the gleeks. I don't care what you tell them. Tell them anything, just not the truth. I can't take it right now."
When she said that, I got a tightening in my gut. I didn't like where this conversation was going.
"What do you mean Rachel?" I asked, red, flashing lights going off in my brain as my mind warned me to approach the situation with caution.
"Nothing Noah. Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure you don't need a ride home Rach?"
"Positive." She gave me a hug, and when she did, I could feel her body let all the tension evaporate. She walked away and I swore I heard her mutter under her breath, "I'm not going home anyway."
What? I wondered. Either way, I was done bothering her for the day.
When I got home, I walked into the kitchen to get a Coke.
My mom stopped me.
"Noah, honey, what's the matter?"
"I didn't know Rachel was so hurt." I confessed.
"You mean when she broke her wrist and leg?"
"You knew about that?" I was shocked. My mom always told me when someone I knew got hurt.
She was a nurse at the local hospital, so she knew when people I knew got hurt or were in surgery or something.
"And you didn't tell me?"
"She asked me not to mention, something about how you would worry too much. She had plenty of other people worrying about her there though."
This peaked my interest. Maybe she knew something about this Matthew dude.
"Was someone there named Matthew?"
"Yes, I believe so. He never left her side. No matter what. It was quite sweet. He was there both times."
"Do you know if something happened to him?"
"No, why?"
"A bunch of Rachel's friends were talking about how hurt he got after last summer. Can you check if he's in the hospital?"
"Oh, honey." My heart sank. "I wish I could, but I don't know his last name and there are 43 Matthews admitted as of today."
"Oh. Thanks anyway Ma."
"Of course honey. I miss having Rachel around she was so sweet. And she's Jewish." She commented with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Ma!" I groaned and headed up to my room.
SANTANA'S POV
I looked up Berry in the Thunderclap.
"Ha!" I cried out triumphantly.
The reason none of the gleeks knew her before this year is because she transferred from another school. I don't know which one though.
I glanced at the time and saw it was around 7. I dialed Puck's number planning on getting as much information out of him about this afternoon as I could.
"You go for Puck." He commented into the phone, but he didn't sound like his normal self.
"Hey Puckerman."
"Lopez, is this a booty call, because if it is, gotta turn you down. Sorry. Actually not really."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't play dumb, know what I'm calling about."
"Do I? I didn't last time I checked."
I sighed heavily. "Really? Okay, I'll just come on out and say it. What happened this afternoon at Berry's 'practice'?"
"Why do you want to know?" he shot back.
"Touchy… Interesting. I want to know because I know her from somewhere but I can't remember where. At least I think I know her from somewhere." I thought, questions still plaguing my mind. "Give me something Puck!"
"No Lopez. You wanna know ask her yourself." Then he hung up the phone.
He actually hung up on me! I decided to take his advice. I dialed her number.
You might be wondering why I have it. It's because at the beginning of glee Schue made us all swap phone numbers. 'In case of emergency'.
I rolled my eyes again. God, Schue needs to get laid.
It kept ringing until it went to voicemail. I was about to hang up without leaving a message, but then I heard her voice.
"Hey it's Rachel, B or Rae to a select few. If it's Ari, please don't call me right now. I told you we need a break. Otherwise, leave a message at the beep."
"Hey Rachel, it's Santana. I heard your voicemail and wanted to make sure you were okay. Call me back."
I hung up and let myself think. I fell asleep minutes later.
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID. Rachel, it screamed out at me. When I saw her name, I was instantly awake.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone.
"Santana?" I heard Rachel's voice come through the other end.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I could ask you the same thing. You were the one who left me a voicemail.
Oh. That. "I just heard your voicemail about your friend and thought you might want to vent. You sounded pretty close with her this morning on the phone."
"Um… Sure." I can hear her walking and noise getting louder.
"What's that noise?"
"Um, nothing." Suddenly it got really quiet and I heard a door shut.
"So, you want to vent."
"Please." She sighs and I prepare myself for the tears.
"Whenever you're ready."
"It's just, I trust Ari with my life and today she kept making these comments. And I know I need to watch out for myself, but I wouldn't have done anything I didn't know I could do. And she had a point about me hurting myself because I 'thought I could do things' in the past, but I could do it. I had done it before, I just hadn't showed them yet. And she brought up last summer, and I couldn't bring myself to be around her anymore. Don't get me wrong, she's still my absolute best friend, but I can't talk to her right now."
One thing caught my attention the most. "What happened last summer?"
"I don't want to talk about it. It's a long story. Thank you for letting me vent. I needed to get it all off of my chest."
"No problem. You can always come to me to vent." I surprised myself by actually meaning it.
"Thanks Santana."
"Ms. Berry?" An unknown voice knocked on the door.
"Who's that?" I asked curiously.
"What? What is it?" I heard Rachel ask frantically.
"Rachel?" I asked, getting to my feet.
I heard her briefly talk to whoever was getting her attention.
"Rachel?" I tried again.
"Santana," her voice was choked with tears. "I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again for venting."
Before she hung up, I heard her running and shouting "MATTHEW!"
What the hell?
