A/N: WARNING- Puck's got a dirty mouth, so watch out for it this chapter!
RPOV:
I couldn't believe this was happening. In addition to the constant pain of my last view of Finn's tortured face, I knew where this nightmare that had suddenly become my reality was headed. Unlike Noah, I actually attended and paid attention in history classes. I knew all of these little bits about the Holocaust that were floating around in my mind now, torturing me. 6 million people, killed in the most brutal ways, starved to death, forced to work themselves to the bone; to some, death in a gas chamber had been a welcome relief. I was terrified that that would be me and Noah's fate. I was sure that I had kissed Finn for the last time, though I hadn't dared tell him that because he would never have let me go.
The truck rolled to a stop. I sat frozen. I didn't want to get out and have to face this horrifying future. Noah stood up and gently pulled me up beside him.
"Come on Rachel, we've got to go." We left the truck and joined a flow of people."Wow, this definitely did not just happen at McKinley" Noah commented. I didn't bother to point out that we had driven at least 2 hours, and that this was obviously more widespread than WMHS, probably more widespread than Lima, and maybe even more widespread than Ohio. I just hoped that by some miracle, my dads were safe.
As we joined the line, I noticed that people ahead were being asked to hand over all of their personal belongings. Worst suspicion number one- Confirmed. I turned to Noah, reaching inside my purse and searching for my cell phone and credit card.
"Give me your phone Noah, and any credit cards or large amount of money you may have."
"Why?"
"Because they are taking everything." I reached inside my shirt, ignoring the crude look he gave me and extracted a small pouch. " My daddy gave this to me when I started high school, it blends in with my skin so it won't be noticeable even if we're forced to change clothes, Its also waterproof which has come in handy many times with slushies." I slipped my phone and credit card in the pouch then quickly removed my gold "Finn" necklace and dropped it in before holding my hand out to Noah. He placed his phone, 2 credit cards and a small picture in my hand. I added them to my bag, noticing as I did so that that the picture was of Beth. I smiled at Noah when he noticed me looking at it, and to my surprise he simply smiled back instead of calling me out for looking at his personal things.
When we passed the man who was collecting the personal items I dropped my purse on the pile and slipped off a small yarn bracelet that Quinn had made at our "girls night"(which of course included Kurt) on Saturday. Noah threw his wallet down without looking at it. We kept following the line and before too long Noah suddenly leaned around me and tapped the man in front of me in line.
"Trade places with me." He barked at the startled man.
"Excuse me?" the man asked.
"Trade places with me or get a black eye and then trade places, your choice." I didn't blame the man for giving him a scared look and jumping behind me quickly. Noah's pretty scary when he wants to be.
"What was that all about?" I asked him, confused.
"They're counting people off. We were going to be separated." He muttered gruffly. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"Oh." I looked ahead and noticed that they were indeed counting people off in groups of twenty. Thanks to Noah, we would now be in the same group.
"Nineteen, Twenty. Please stop here sir." The man counting gestured me and Noah onward while stopping the man who Noah had switched wit. Noah smirked at his success and I rolled my eyes at him. Some things never changed.
We entered a large room with showerheads, I was inwardly screaming. A woman with horribly cold looking eyes stepped in front of us.
"Please spread yourselves around the room and remove all of your clothing, after the water stops, file in an orderly fashion into the next room." I looked around, mingled expressions of fear and discomfort decorated the faces of everyone there. But her speech wasn't a request, it was an order and we all knew it. So gradually everyone started to slowly remove their clothes. Noah stepped in front of me quickly.
"Um, what the heck are you doing?"
"Relax, I'm not looking at you, I'm just making sure no one else does. And would it kill you to say what the hell like a normal person?"
"Oh, Thank you." I said stiffly. "And I don't see why I should resort to unnecessarily crude vocabulary in order to express myself. There are so many words in the English language, why must you always choose the vulgar ones?"
"Because they express myself perfectly. Like this place is a fucking hellhole and that woman is a fucking Bitch! Say it Rachel, say it!" I remember Finn once forcing me to swear, now Noah was doing it?
"Fine. This place is a fucking hellhole." I muttered as the water started to fall. I breathed a sigh of relief, just water.
"Louder Rachel I can barely hear you!"
"This place is a fucking hellhole!" I said louder.
"With feeling Rach!" Noah encouraged me.
"THIS PLACE IS A FUCKING HELLHOLE!" I shouted, surprised at how good it felt not that I would ever admit that to Noah, or Finn. A few people in the room gave me startled looks while a few murmured agreement or encouragement as the water stopped and we all slowly moved toward the next room.
Once there they handed each of us a thin skimpy pice of cloth, it would be a huge stretch to call it clothing a tie for our hair, and a crucifix necklace. I slipped the cloth over my head reluctantly. Once it was on I looked down, the sacklike dress was way too large and hung off my shoulders leaving it with an uncomfortably low neckline. Despite the large size of the top, it was much too short on the bottom, leaving even me, queen of the short skirts embarrassed. I looked over at Noah, he had been handed something that was obviously supposed to be a pair of shorts. It hung off of him quite a lot but looked too small in certain other areas that he was looking at with dismay. He looked up at me and laughed humorlessly.
"I do believe that's shorter than a Cheerios skirt Berry, Congratulations."
"Shut it Puckerman." I snapped at him, then I looked down again. "Oh dear!" I joined him in laughing quietly. "This is miserable." I commented softly.
"Yeah. I mean, you look like a slut and I can't even enjoy it because everyone will know." He replied with a look down at his too tight shorts. "This place is seriously cramping Puckzilla's style."
Before I could reply to his crude statement the cold-eyed woman came into the room.
"Follow me." She led us to a rundown shack and gestured for us to go inside. I looked around gasping. There were ten boards lifted to about three feet off the ground that I assumed were supposed to be beds. The cold-eyed woman pointed two of us towards each bed, not making any differentiation between male and female. Noah and I were pointed towards one of the beds in the middle. It was barely large enough for me to fit comfortably, let alone the two of us. I awkwardly climbed on to the bed and he followed me as the woman walked around, sliding up bars that I hadn't noticed before that were obviously intended to keep us all in the beds for the night and threw a small thin blanket in each bed. As she turned out the lights and left the shack, I was acutely aware of two things. One, it was freezing cold in there, and the tiny blanket that barely covered us didn't help much, and two, I was lying very very close to McKinley High's biggest man-whore and badass in very very insufficient clothing.
"Relax." Noah whispered in my ear, "There's no way that you will be able to sleep all tensed up like that. Are you cold?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled me closer, draping his arm over me and holding me close to his reassuringly warm body. "Chill out Rach, I'm not going to do anything to you, you're my best friend's girl."
A/N: So… What'd you think? Was Puck's character true enough? How about Rachel's?
Okay Audience participation time! To offset the depressing subjects of these next few chapters, I wanna include some cute, growing closer Puck/Rachel moments, (ie the swearing in this chapter)for example a couple about bullying, the last one will be about Finn, so what else should they discuss? I would love some input here.
So? Thoughts? Suggestions? Rotten Tomatoes? Let me know!