Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
It was defiantly not Puck's day. First he finds out his girlfriend - or ex-girlfriend? Seriously, I need to figure that out, Puck told himself – kissed someone else. Not just someone, but his (ex)-best friend.
Next thing to find out? Some idiots had parked right next to his truck either side making him incapable of getting in.
Bastard, Puck said in fury and kicked the other car's (a very old Rabbit from sometime around 1980) door. Wrong move, he groaned and tears started to prick in his eyes from the pain in his throbbing foot.
He started to limp away, determined to leave even on foot. The first few steps were okay until something cold and wet splashed onto his mow-hawked head.
"Please don't be pigeon crap," Puck muttered to himself. He timidly placed a hand on his head to wipe of the unknown liquid.
"Yes," he sighed in relief when he saw his hand the substance was not pigeon poop. It was… water?
Thunder suddenly clapped unexpectedly above. Puck looked up and no longer saw the dull grey sky it had been moments ago but a darkening of the clouds as they grew larger and larger.
A storm was coming.
xxxxxx
It was another night alone for Rachel. Her fathers were away again on business.
She had noticed for years the silence in the house when they were away, just for the night. Before New Directions she didn't have friends so spent those nights alone with just her music playing.
When she had made new friends they would sometimes come over to keep her company. But Rachel didn't feel like inviting them over tonight.
When they were dating seriously, Puck would come over too and they would watch a movie. Movie being code for making-out. But they weren't dating any more.
Guess it's just Rent and I, alone tonight, she sighed as she put the DVD in. Music always made things better, right?
For a moment she considered inviting Finn over. No, that would give the wrong impression. A push in the wrong direction. She didn't feel like that any more and didn't want any more drama.
Thunder clapped from outside making her jump. Lightning comes after thunder…
It was pure instinct to immediately call to check up on the only two men she loved – her fathers. They quickly assured her all was well and they were staying in that night at the hotel. Good. They also recommended staying home that night (Like I have anywhere else to go) and reminded her where the flashlights and candles were in case of a blackout which was to be expected.
Why does this seem so much like a horror movie? A chill ran down Rachel's spine remembering that in almost all of the horror movies she had seen the innocent teenager had been left alone during a very bad day. Like today's. Curse Puck and his obsession with scary movies!
The doorbell rang its familiar melody. A lump formed in Rachel's throat in panic. It's just Ms Fiddler from next door asking for a flashlight. She tried to reassure herself but it was no use.
Reluctantly she slowly approached the door like it was a ticking time bomb and opened it.
"Did you kiss him?" Puck stood at the door dripping wet. His signature mow-hawk had gone flat and was soaked; rain water still dripped from it though he stood under the shelter of the porch and his thin white t-shirt clung to his chest.
"I don't know what you're talking about." But she did.
"That's bullshit Rach and you know it. Finn kissed you at Regionals. Did you kiss him back?"
Anger filled Rachel's petite body quickly. He slept and impregnated Quinn but he's judging me? It didn't matter if she did or didn't kiss Finn back (but she didn't) but just the fact that he was angry about it. "That's none of your business Puck!"
He flinched. It was a small one but she still noticed. Rachel had never called Puck by his nickname before but his real first name, 'Noah'. The word 'Puck' was just revolting to say and brought back her memories of all the slushies he had drenched her with.
"It is my business when some idiot kisses my girlfriend!" Puck finally said.
"I'm not your girlfriend Puck!" Rachel shouted back angrily, not bothering to correct him on Finn not being an idiot (when she admitted to herself Finn was quite... absent-minded).
Puck suddenly leaned down and placed his muscular hands on Rachel's dainty shoulders. Another chill ran down her spine. She didn't bother to remove his hands because it would be no use, Puck was too strong."Look, I love you, okay? I love you more than anything in this entire world because you mean everything to me! This is the reason why this relationship works, because I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. This Quinn stuff, it happened before we were even together, Rach. And I know you still love me."
"Leave me alone Puck!" Rachel was only able to shout out.
"I'll leave you alone if you tell me you don't love me," Puck told her, looking deeply into her eyes.
Rachel was left speechless for a few moment, staring into his beautiful eyes. I wonder if his daughter's eyes are the same? That snapped her out of it. She took a deep breath, knowing her acting skills were going to be put on the greatest of her life.
"I don't love you."
Tears pricked her eyes after she croaked out the gruesome words. She kept her head down after that, incapable of seeing his face because then, the truth would come blurting out in an instant.
She looked up, tears now falling out of her to see he was doing the same. The once egotistic player was physically crying, tears welling up his eyes. Before Rachel had a chance to do anything he swiftly turned away from her and left.
They say after an amazing and believable act you're supposed to take a bow and leave. But Rachel couldn't do that when there was no one was begging for an encore to see if she could keep up the act.
It was like her mouth had sealed up like an envelope after delivering the horrible words. Rachel couldn't even utter the word 'wait' or anything.
Drastically, with the only thing to do, she stepped out onto the porch. Her new red flats may not have been waterproof but would get her far. The only thing she could think of was just getting Noah to stop. She didn't see her foot miss a step in the twilight or the rain get heavier to make her slip. However, she felt when her foot slid forward, and she fell back. She felt when her head finally came crashing down onto the concrete. She felt the pain. She saw the blood running with the rain water.
She didn't see him stop.
It was impossible to get up, to go back to him. It hurt too much. It caused so much agony she couldn'y help but scream, regaining strenth back in her voice. She screamed in heartbreak and anger at how everything had turned out in the end. It wasn't supposed to end this way!
Noah heard it and turned back slowly. His face turned to pain too when he saw Rachel lying there. He ran up to her, somehow keeping balance in the pour of rain.
"Rachel! Crap, Rach," he said dazed as he scooped her nearly lifeless body into his arms.
He said more, she knew, but she couldn't hear it. Everything began to fade out. But it didn't matter because she was in his arms again as slowly as she dripped out of consciousness only hearing the beating of her undying love.
It's not over yet. Sequel coming soon.
(Any comments? Feel free to flame if you think it ended badly. Should I even continue?)