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RPOV:

I held Noah tightly as we drove to my house, as if my touch would make it all okay. It was a mark of how much pain he was under that he let me hold him. I could feel small sobs shaking his muscular shoulders. I sighed quietly and held him tighter. I couldn't even begin to fathom what had happened and why anyone had done this. Kurt pulled into my driveway slowly.

"Puck can you walk inside?" He asked quietly. Noah shook his head slightly. "Finn's going to have to carry you in then."

"Okay." Noah said softly. I hugged him tight as Finn walked back and picked him up gently.

"It's just me dude." He said comfortingly as Noah tensed up. "I'm just going to take you in and get you to the couch. Then I'll let Rachel take over again."

"Finn keep talking." I said softly, noticing how it seemed to help Noah relax. He nodded slightly and continued murmuring in a soft voice. I pulled out my keys and held the door open. Finn walked inside slowly and gently laid Noah down on the couch in the living room. I quickly went and gathered a pair of my dad's sweatpants and a t-shirt, some blankets and the first-aid kit.

I walked back into the living room and handed the clothes to Noah who pulled them on slowly. I tucked the blankets around him then lifted his head up, sliding onto the couch and placing his head in my lap. I reached for the first aid kit and started cleaning his face as gently as possible.

"Ah." He let out a quiet groan as I cleaned one of the deeper scrapes.

"Sorry. I'm trying to hurt you as little as possible."

"I know." When I'd cleaned him up as much as possible, I tossed Kurt the first aid kit and he cleaned up Noah's ankles and wrists as I stroked his head gently. I could feel him relaxing a little bit as we sat there.

"So which assholes did this?" Finn asked suddenly. I sighed as Noah tensed up again. Great job Finn Hudson.

"We don't need to do this now Finn." I said sharply.

'Why Rachel? This is like police stuff!"

"No." Noah said quietly but firmly. "They want me to quit the team, I'm not letting them win."

"Noah, it won't help anything if they kill you." I said softly, stroking his head.

"It won't get this bad again. I was an idiot this morning and they jumped me after our early practice. I'll be more careful."

"Noah." I could see the firm stubbornness in his eyes. I knew it would be pointless to argue with him. "Fine. I'm going to go get you something to eat." I slid out from under his head and walked to the kitchen. I heard footsteps behind me as I pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup. I didn't even need to turn around, I knew who it was.

"What do you want Finn?"

"What's going on here?" I sighed and turned to face him.

"I am making chicken noodle soup for my friend who just got beat up?"

"No Rachel, I mean between you and Puck."

"Oh we're jealous now. This is rich in irony."

"Rachel. I screwed up and we both know it. But really? Puck's your backup?"

"What the heck gives you the right to judge me Finn? Firstly it's none of your business what I choose to do with my life. Secondly, Noah is my FRIEND, and he is kind of in a bad spot, what am I supposed to do, leave him completely alone?"

"Well no but you could act a little less like you enjoy being so close to him."

"You're unbelievable!"

"What?"

"Look Finn, you have no claim on me! And it's your own fault, no one else's."

"Fine Rachel, I was an idiot to break up with you! And it was the biggest mistake I've ever made! Happy?"

"You disgust me Finn. You only want what you can't have."

"That's not true. Rachel I'm not gay or bi or whatever other labels you want to put on me. You know it, I know it, Kurt knows it, Everyone knows it. I'm just an idiot who let the best thing I ever had slip away."

"So what do you want Finn? Me to fall in your arms and tell you everything's ok? Forgive you for breaking my heart, again?"

"No. I just want. A second chance."

"I think you're on your fifth chance by now"

"Well a fifth chance then. Just a chance to be your friend again. I miss you Rachel."

"Fine. Don't screw it up. This is your last one." The microwave beeped. "The soup's done."

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