Broken
Chapter 17- Hell Week Pt 3
A/N: Excuse? Relay for Life. Real life in general. Other than that, I don't have one. So sorry for the delay. But I hope that this makes up for some of it. I own nothing, and I promise updates will come more frequently.
New York
"Dad! She just left with him! They walked out; I don't where he's taking her or what! They...just...left!" Finn exclaimed. He had been pacing around the small apartment for an hour; he finally broke down and called his fathers, hoping they knew what to do to get her back.
"Finn, calm down. You have to let her live her life, if she wants to meet his family, then so be it. She's fine, I know for a fact that Noah would never let anything happen to her. Daddy and I have discussed what we saw while they were here. While I think they've moved a little fast, I see he would give his life before harm could touch her." Henry sighed; it was frustrating trying to calm Finn down. When he decided to be overprotective, it was hard to change to that frame of mind. Before Henry could continue, a knock sounded from the front door. "Finn, I'm going to have to call you back, someone is at the door. Your sister is safe, please stop worrying." Henry hung up before Finn could continue on with his little rant.
Finn threw the phone across the room; his father had taken Puck's side! Of all sides to take! Finn huffed, he didn't want to doubt Puck but every fear of his sister being hurt came back to the front of his mind. Finding the house phone on the end table, he dialed the familiar number of his girlfriend; he needed to talk to someone.
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Connecticut
"Oh! There was this one time when we were in school, Puck tripped over his own two feet and fell right into this tray filled with the moldy bread. I swear I thought he was going to throw up!" Santana laughed, watching as Rachel cracked a small smile, giggling quietly. Santana wasn't kidding when she said she wanted to try to be the girl's friend. Tonight they had watched a movie, sharing stories of Puck and Finn when they were younger. Santana even painted Rachel's toes.
Rachel sighed, she couldn't believe how nice Santana really could be; she hadn't expected this at all, but it made her feel better, like maybe she could belong with her boyfriend's close group of friends.
"The new bathing suit line came out; we need to go get bikinis, because girl, we'll be at the beach all summer long!" Santana looked up at Rachel's now wide eyes.
"C-can I tell you something?" Rachel stuttered out.
Santana didn't know if this was going to be good or bad, but her gut was telling her bad. "Of course you can Rachel, your secrets are safe with me, I promise."
"Only my dad's and Noah know." Santana nodded warily, "I used to and sometimes still do, cut myself. I could never let myself wear a bikini." Rachel whispered, not sure if this was a good idea.
Santana wanted to cry for the broken girl sitting in front of her. "Rachel... We'll find you a super hot bathing suit; they do have those amazing one pieces now. We'll find one that makes Puck all hot and bothered." Honestly, Santana was trying to lighten the mood a little.
"We leased an apartment together." Rachel wasn't sure why she felt safe with Santana, maybe because she opened her arms and offered a smile to her. Maybe it was her offer of singing a white flag. Maybe it was because it was the first time she truly felt like she had a friend in someone.
Offering a smile, Santana sighed happily, "He really loves you Rach. I've never seen him act so serious with a girl than I have with you."
"I love him too you know." Rachel said a tad louder, feeling more confident. The girls giggled, turning their attention back to movie still playing.
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Jonathon walked into the bedroom he shared with his wife, slowly sitting down in the bed. "Noah is leaving in the morning to head back to New York. Says he can't let Rachel be around this hostile environment. We're going to lose him..."
"Like we lost our daughter?" Elizabeth said, turning to look at her husband.
"We never lost her." Jonathon sighed. "Can't you see the love they share?" Slowly shaking his head, he laughed humorlessly, "Santana practically loves her already, and they're painting each other's toes as we speak. I don't know what you're thinking but I hope your making the right choice. Because I'm not losing either one of them." Jonathon stood up, taking with a pair of pajamas.
Elizabeth watched with wide eyes, "Wh-where are you going?"
"Right now, I can't look at you, never mind share the same bed as you. Good night Elizabeth." Jonathon quietly shut the door behind him, hearing the gentle cries of his wife. Of all the years of marriage, they had never spent one night apart.
Puck smiled at the sound of the laughter coming from the bedroom down the hall. The one Rachel and Santana were currently in, swapping stories and god only knows what else. Puck had ordered all the furniture for their new apartment. Including top of the line kitchen appliances for Rachel. He wanted to make sure her Thanksgiving Day plan could come true. Pixie looked up at Puck, giving him this hopeful look. "Yeah yeah Pix, we're going home. More importantly we're going to our new home." Pixie yapped happily, wagging her tail, "That's right, just the three of us, in the big apple." Puck patted the dogs head. "You can even have a room all to yourself. Promise." Pixie barked loudly, jumping against Puck's leg. "Well then help me pack and we can leave."
Rachel stood in the doorway, smiling. "Are we really leaving tomorrow? And we get to go the new apartment?"
Puck jumped slightly, turning around to find Rachel staring at him. "Baby... It's our new home silly. Are you excited?"
Tears formed in her eyes, "What are we going to do?" She tried to hold in her sob.
"We'll figure it out, call the cops, change your number, not have a land line and if we do, we'll keep in unlisted. Rach, baby, we'll figure it out." Puck walked across the room and let Rachel fall into his arms. "Let's go to bed, everything's packed, and we'll head out of her first thing in the morning. How was Santana?"
Rachel smiled into her boyfriend's chest, "Wonderful Noah. I felt like I could confide in her and she wouldn't judge me. She said we could go shopping and have some girl days, and maybe have some sleepovers. She's happy that we're happy. I think maybe we could best friends, just maybe. We'll see how it is when we get back to New York, you know? Trust her..."
Puck caught her lips in a gentle kiss, "I get it baby, I really do. Come on princess, bed time."
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Puck woke the next morning to Rachel trying to smoothly roll out of his hold, tightening his grasp on her waist, he rasped out a good morning.
"Oh! I'm sorry Noah; I didn't mean to wake you up. I was just going to let Pixie out for a little while and feed her..." Rachel whispered, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"No..." Puck pulled the best whiny voice he possibly could, trying his hardest to convince Rachel to stay in bed for a few extra hours. "Stay in bed."
"Noah, no, Pixie needs to go out." As if on cue, Pixie let a little whine followed by scratching on the door. "See, she needs to go out."
Puck reluctantly let her go, "Fine, fine. Go. But I'm going to start loading the car up, we can leave as soon as you've ate breakfast."
Giving him a small smile, Rachel turned on her heel to take Pixie out. As Rachel stepped off the last step of the stairs she came face to face with Elizabeth.
"Rachel," Elizabeth breathed out. What could she say to the girl who had captured her family's hearts but she has so far treated very poorly. "I...I..."
"I need to let Pixie out." Rachel ducked her head and quickly walked around her, not bothering to wait to see what he had to say.
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Jonathon was seated in his usual spot at the breakfast table, reading the morning paper and drinking his coffee when Puck walked through the door.
"Morning pops, what's good this morning?" Puck laughed when Jonathon looked up from his paper, brow raised.
"I helped raise you better than that. But nothing. No good news in the world, muffins are fresh from the bakery though. You know how much I like those muffins." Jonathon held up the half eaten blueberry muffin, "Now this is good eats."
Puck shook his head opting for a banana. "You'll have to come out and visit the new apartment..."
"Ah yes, you were saying something about that the other night, I hope you made a good investment." When the family cut ties in Pucks senior year, Jonathon never thought he'd get to see this part of his grandson's life.
"Of course I did!" Puck took a small sip of his orange juice. "I'm sorry we're leaving on such short notice but I refuse to put Rachel in any situation that could cause her more harm. We'll be leaving very shortly." Puck paused, gauging his grandfather's mood before saying his next statement. "I see my dad is packing up too."
Jonathon took a deep breath, putting the newspaper aside and taking a glance at his grandson. "Yes, well, your parents were here for your support. Aaron doesn't feel comfortable staying here especially after all that's gone down these last few days and well, you remember what happened in the past. All I can say is that I'm the one that's sorry. I do not approve not appreciate all that Elizabeth has said and or done. I can only wish that you will keep in touch with me, I will always be there to support you." Jonathon couldn't make eye contact with Puck, he was afraid of rejection even at his age.
Puck was touched that his grandfather was showing how he really felt; grasping his grandfather's shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze. "Don't worry, I will make sure to call or email when I can. I know what comes out of grandmothers mouth is not your fault, and I don't blame you."
A/N: Thus, "Hell Week" is concluded. I promise the next update won't take this long. I have the next chapter in the works as you're reading this. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. Did you all love the Puck and Pixie interaction as much as I loved writing it? Let me know. Xoxo