The Life of a Psychic
Summary: Rachel has been secretly psychic all her life. But after winning Regionals Junior year a violent vision comes to her that not only scares the Glee Club but also makes her decide to change things
Puckelberry
Other pairings will come and go and will definitely be side dishes for the story. The whole Puck chasing Lauren thing didn't happen for the purposes of this story.
SO HERE'S WHAT YOU MISSED: New Directions won Regionals with original songs but had to go to the hospital because Rachel suddenly faints with a gun wound after having a vision of her future self dying on Broadway. No one knows her secret but she seems to be getting close to Puck.
Chapter 2
Rachel sat in her soft yellow bedroom the day after Regionals. She kept her door locked to ward off her fathers babying her. She loved how affectionate and concerned they were for her health but she wasn't worried. She was more worried about the questions that the police and Glee club would ask. The hospital was also confused by her condition. The bullet wound was only a residual side effect from her vision. There was no bullet inside her and it wasn't even as deep or as invasive as an actual bullet wound would be. It almost looked like a nail had been shoved into her stomach and then removed. The wound was small and shallow but Rachel knew that had it been the real deal like in her vision she probably would have died. That knowledge left her shaken.
She was never going to give up her dream of Broadway. But she'd tried circumventing future events before and always failed. Knowing that she was probably going to die at a relatively young age left her with a calmer more mature viewpoint on her life. She'd set aside so many normal teenage activities and wants because she believed that once she was a star she could enjoy her free time to the fullest and not have any regrets for missing these childhood moments. But now...
"I'm going to be different. I'm going to try to have fun the rest of this year and the next cause who knows how long after that I'll have. I need a list!" Rachel gingerly slid out of bed and went to her small bookshelf. She pulled out an unmarked black leather bound book. It was a diary of sorts but it was mostly filled with detailed descriptions of her visions so she would always be able to look back on them if she needed to. She opened up the the entry she made upon getting home about the Broadway shooting vision. She scanned it again to make sure she'd recounted the vision accurately and then she shut the journal to set it aside for revision.
She pulled out a piece of pink stationary and began to lay out her personal bucket list she started with all the things she always wanted to do as a child. And then all the things she never allowed herself to want to do as a teenager. She then felt her face flush as she thought of some very hormone related activities she had always wanted to do. Her list was getting long so she decided to cut it short for now and work with what she'd already written. She then began to divide the activities into categories: Wished I'd Done, Deviancy, and Sex. She bit her lip and was just praying that no one ever finds this list when a gruff masculine voice cut through the silence of her room.
"Whazzup Berry?"
Rachel shrieked...like so high pitched only dogs could hear...and Noah Puckerman since he is kind of a horn dog. Puck winced as he pulled himself the rest of the way through her window. Rachel finally stopped screaming when her Dad started pounding on the door. "Rachel? What's wrong?" James Berry demanded.
Puck looked at her wide eyed and started shaking his head emphatically. "Uhhh I just realized that...my dance instructor will be very upset with me for missing class with the recital coming up. I'm okay Dad." Rachel called out towards the door. James Berry seemed to believe that his daughter would freak out in such a fashion over nothing and sighed before walking away.
"Whatcha doin' over there Berry?" Puck swaggered confidently to stand behind Rachel and peek at her list. Rachel quickly threw herself over the desk to cover it up...Yeah that didn't look suspicious...
"It's nothing! What are you DOING here?"
Puck smirked down at the tiny brunette. "I can think of a few things I could be DOING here..." He licked his lips when he saw the blush illuminate her face.
"I am injured Noah so such behavior will definitely not be tolerated right now." Rachel scolded but there was a certain half heartedness in her tone that gave Puck hope.
Puck shrugged and then pretended to be interested in the various different colored hilighters on her desk. Then he reached out quickly to snag the myserious piece of paper Rachel was hiding. Rachel gasped indignantly and tried to steal it back but Puck's height gave him a clear advantage. He held the paper up as high as he could and began to read it with his head tilted back.
Rachel was just beginning to climb up his muscular form when Puck looked back down at her with a heated look in his eyes. "What is this?" He asked huskily. He saw Rachel's face get this guiltly embarrassed expression and knew she was going to jump as far away from him as she could so he wrapped a muscular arm around her shoulders to keep her pressed against him.
Rachel gulped and got this pleading look on her face. "It's private Noah! Please give it back."
Puck wasn't going to let it go. "There's a lot of dirty stuff on here Rachel you gotta tell me what this is."
"It's..." Rachel's shoulders slumped in defeat. "It's a list of things I want to do before I die."
Puck's eyes widened in alarm. "You're dying? Wh-What? The nurse said...?"
Rachel quickly placated him. "No no! I'm not dying right now it's just a list so that I do not allow laziness to leave me with any regrets when I DO die. It is very important to develop a plan for your life Noah and—."
Puck tuned out the rest and eyed the list again. The Sex list was topped with: 1. Have sex. (this was crossed out) Have AMAZING sex! And the rest of that list was filled with many different scenarios that had Puck intrigued by Rachel's obviously dirty mind.
"Berry you gotta do this with me!"
Rachel blinked and looked up at Puck who was smirking down at her and then she felt it again...Another vision was overwhelming her senses...
She was standing under a white canopy in a beautiful field she glanced to her right to see a Rabbi smiling with approval over the Rabbi's shoulder was the New York skyline. 'Central Park...?' She wondered breathlessly.
She felt a large masculine hand with guitar calluses take her hand and she whipped around to stare up into a very familiar face.
Those hazel eyes...His hair was all even and longer to almost his shoulders with a slight curl at the ends. And he looked a bit older than the 17 year old boy she knew but he could not be older than mid 20's. He had this strange twinkle in his eye as he smiled down at her...not smirked...smiled...
He lifted her left hand and Rachel suppressed the gasp that wanted to pull from her chest as she recognized the jewish garments he wore that were typical for a jewish wedding and felt the cool metal of a ring slide onto her small ring finger.
She couldn't look down at her hand because this future Rachel was so overwhelmed with joy and love that she just stared adoringly up into Noah Puckerman's face.
"Behold, you are betrothed unto me with this ring, according to the law of Moses and Israel." Noah's gruff familiar tones said proudly as he stared back into Rachel's eyes.
Rachel was suddenly thrust back into the present to see Noah staring into her eyes with concern. "Berry your nose is bleeding..." Rachel quickly reached up to cover her lower face as she continued to stare up at Puck in wonder.
"I-I uhm It must be humid in here or something. I'll just go clean up..."Rachel escaped Puck's arms and went into her ajoining bathroom.
Puck eyed the closed bathroom door suspiciously. Rachel had that same look from last night. He glanced down at her list and pocketed it in his jeans.
Rachel came back with a cleaned face and walked back to her desk taking deep breaths. She noticed something amiss and turned to glare at Puck who smiled innocently.
"Give me the list Noah..."
"What list Berry?"
"You know what list! Give it back this instant!" Rachel snapped.
Puck eyed the palm she had extended out towards him and then he grabbed it pulling her gently closer. Rachel gulped when she realized he had a hold of her LEFT hand. He eyed the way she got nervous as he lightly rubbed his thumb across her palm.
"I'll give it to ya on one condition." Puck saw her waiting with little patience on her face. "You only do the shit on this list with me."
Rachel scoffed and Puck scowled. "Why should I? I'll just write another list!"
Puck smirked lasciviously. "Cause trust me Berry I'm the only one who can help you fullfill this list."
Rachel resisted the urge to eye Puck's body speculatively. "There is a lot of boring stuff on that list. If I'm to do any of the activities that you are obviously interested in then you must assist me in all the other actitivities on the list." Rachel warned hoping that would scare Puck off. Puck didn't work for sex unless you count cleaning pools and even then sometimes he never got around to actually cleaning the pools.
A grin split Puck's face. "Sure I'll do this other shit!" Rachel gaped at him in shock and then stammered for another excuse.
"W-Well and you will have to get tested of course!" Rachel added.
Puck nodded in agreement. "And you'll have to get on the pill."
"I already am." Rachel blurted before she could stop herself. Puck smiled seductively and started to press Rachel into her desk. But when she gasped in pain he quickly jumped away.
Puck's brow furrowed. "And you'll have to heal up first. We'll do some of that other stuff between now and when you are well enough for the REALLY fun stuff." Puck smirked and waggled his eyebrows.
Rachel couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled out of her. She held out her hand for the list and couldn't fight the affectionate look she gave Puck. After her last vision and the concern he was showing for her health she thought maybe giving him a chance to do some of the other activities with her first would help her decide if she wanted to do that OTHER list with him too.
"Deal." Rachel murmured as Puck set the list into her palm. Puck blinked in surprise and then grinned.
Rachel took the list and slid it into her dream diary. She turned back to see Puck halfway out her window. "I'll pick ya up for school tomorrow Berry. What time?"
Rachel blinked in surprise. "You don't have to do that Noah I can drive myself."
"What time Berry?" Puck insisted.
Rachel sighed dramatically. "7am will be acceptable I guess."
"Glad you see it my way Berry. Get well soon." Puck winked and hopped down onto her garage roof.
It became apparent the next day at school that the Glee club was on some sort of secret mission. Mission Objective: Protect Rachel from bullying and make sure she does not strain her injury doing anything stupid.
When Puck arrived at her house ten til 7 he insisted on carting her bright pink rolly bag to his truck and tossing it in the back ignoring Rachel's indignant screech. He then helped her midget self into his truck and when they arrived at school after ten minutes of fighting over the radio he pulled her bag behind him and walked at her side slowly so she wouldn't try to jog to keep up with his wider strides.
Rachel eyed him suspiciously when he exchanged a look with Mike, Sam, and Santana of all people. Santana greeted her with the usual "Hey Man Hands" and then took the Rachel's bag from Puck. Mike and Sam flanked her on either side while Puck led the way ahead. Rachel was beginning to think everyone had lost their minds.
She followed them through the halls and was surprised when they arrived at her locker and they stopped to let her do her usual morning routine. The three male body guards eyed the students walking through the hallway while Santana struck up a conversation about if Rachel brought an extra set of clothes every day or not. Santana pretended to not be interested as Rachel babbled about the importance of always being prepared as she pulled out the books she would need for the first half of the day and slid them into her bag. Quinn and Brittany joined the group of jocks and cheerleaders surrounding Rachel and she went through her day with a strange escort team.
At the end of the day when Rachel was depositing her books into her locker, Puck, Finn, and Tina, her current body guards all got texts at the same time. Rachel blinked in surprise and checked her own phone. Nothing...weird...
She tried to peek at Puck's phone but he pulled it away from her with a sly grin. None of them commented on the text and Rachel huffed as they escorted her to Puck's truck.
Finn looked curious as to why Rachel was being given a ride by Puck but didn't have time to ask before Puck was pulling out of the parking lot and towards Rachel's house.
"What was that text you all got?" Rachel asked.
Puck smirked. "None of your business shorty." And he laughed when Rachel huffed and pouted in her seat for the rest of the drive.
When they got to her house Rachel turned towards Puck. "Do you want to come in?"
Puck groaned in disappointment because that offer sounded like all sorts of awesome. "Nah can't gotta go do something right now. Next time?" he added hopefully (but NOT desperately! BAMFs don't do desperate). Rachel eyed him suspiciously then nodded and went inside.
Puck went to the meeting place indicated in the text which was Finn's house. He parked and went inside to find the rest of the Glee gang already dispersed in the living room with Kurt there as well since he of course lived there. Puck was also pretty sure this whole meeting was Kurt's idea anyways. Finn wasn't the schemeing gossipy type.
"So what're we doing here?" Sam wondered with Santana sitting in his lap. Quinn appeared to be purposefully not looking in their direction as she held Finn's hand on the couch.
Kurt cleared his throat authoritatively. "We are here to discuss Miss Berry and the events at Regionals."
"What's there to discuss? We have no idea what happened and Rachel is sticking with the story of some gunmen trying to shoot that drunk woman but missing and hitting her." Artie countered.
"Well obviously that is ridiculous since Rachel was no where near that lush and there was no gun shot." said Kurt.
Tina interjected. "Yeah we told Rachel about that but she is insisting that must have been what happened."
Puck's head was starting to hurt when Quinn added. "Well it is obvious that either she is in denial or she knows something about what happened. Rachel isn't stupid enough to believe that gunmen nonsense."
"So how do we get RuPaul to spill?" Santana wondered aloud.
"Oh!" Finn exclaimed randomly. "She has a diary! She would write important stuff in that right?"
Puck blinked and recalled the black book on Rachel's desk.
"We can't read her diary! The ducks could find out..."Brittany murmured fearfully.
"Yeah we can't do that." Quinn agreed and Tina and Mercedes nodded in agreement. Santana rolled her eyes at the goody-two-shoes of the group and saw Finn's face crumpling in guilt already.
Lauren sighed exasperatedly. "Look we should just keep up the plan and make sure those douches at school don't mess with her at least until she doesn't got a friggin' hole in her. Then we can worry about interrogating the truth out of her. Until then I say we keep an eye on her."
There was a murmur of agreement and Puck rolled his eyes. He already had plans to keep a specially close eye on Berry. He had plans for that midget and if she was smart she'd just let him protect her. Puck thought back to Rachel's bucket list and ran through the list mentally trying to think of stuff she can do while still injured. He got an idea of something he could do with Rachel and decided to leave the meeting early to let these gleeks gossip while he formed a real plan.
Chapter 3: Puck and Rachel start working their way through her list and while things seem to get back to normal within the Glee Club more visions start plaguing Rachel.