SANTANA'S POV.

My hand grasped at Brittney's for some form of comfort and normality. What was going on? Rachel had just run out of the room at her own freaking wedding, crying hysterically, after that horrifying phone call. I cannot deny my blood ran cold as she answered, as her face broke and crumpled, as she spoke Quinn's name a shocked sort of denial as I wondered what the hell was going on. Where the frick was Quinn?

I had remained frozen in place watching as Finn followed close behind Rachel looking as desperate and confused as we all felt, yelling Rachel's name. Probably wondering as I was how it could have all dissolved in to chaos so quickly. I saw him nod at puck in a strange boyish but serious signal they both seemed to understand. Before he too vanished.

The bride and groom had just abruptly left their own wedding, after a call that had shattered the festive air and turned the room to fear and silence.

My body tensed up as my eyes locked onto the source of the discord. The phone, Muffled by the thick carpet, I could barely hear the string of incomprehendable words rising unnoticed by everyone from it.

Brittney sensing my panic squeezed my hand reassuringly and gave me a half-hearted smile, but I knew she was just as worried about Quinn as I was; worry clouded her normally dazzling blue eyes and had set her mouth in a determined line. I glanced at puck who had just stepped out from the corridor, his hand was on his tie and his mouth was slightly open –he had been about to speak. He was now glancing round the room at the glee clubbers shocked faces, very much matching his wondering as i was what was going on. He noticed my stare and I directed my eyes back to the phone once again. He looked confused for a second, then visibly tensed. It had clicked, the phone was still on.

A quiet but very much noticeable hello rose from Rachel's phone and the glee clubbers eyes tore from the door and remembered the bright pink phone. Only roughly a minute had passed since Rachel and Finns departure and everyone was still terribly confused, trapped in their own thoughts, making the minute seem like an eternity.

No- one moved. Seconds past and I heard Puck let out a sigh of fearful resignation as every eye turned to him expectantly.

I clasped Brittney's hand harder as we both watched puck pick up Rachel's awkwardly bedazzled phone, it looked extremely out of place and uncomfortable in his hands- but his rep was the last thing he cared about right now. The only thing I knew he really cared about was Quinn and he might lose her now too. His face was full of fear and worry, no sign of his signature trademark smirk or 'badass' attitude. Pure panic, fear, worry, the emotional side of puck he hardly let anyone know existed, let alone see. But here he was, right in front of me. The raw hurt boy whose father left him, the man who loved Beth enough to let her go, the person who loved Quinn with everything he had, and was now afraid she too was going to leave him too.

His hands trembled as he answered, ''Hello?''

He spoke quietly his body was completely ridged.

-(What was going on? Quinn? )-

Only whisper's reached my ears of the person's reply. Whatever it was it made Puck tense more. -( whats happening!)

''Yes'' he answered. ''what's wrong, is she okay? What's going on?'' he spoke almost angrily? I couldn't tell.

''oh…'' Puck's eyes widened as the man spoke again. His breath hitched in his throat and I saw puck break before me. His spirit shattered and I saw him crumple. I saw the fire dull in his eyes, before sparking violently in anger. He looked completely devastated, sad, but so, so angry.

'' yes I see. '' he answered hoarsely. He coughed slightly before speaking again much firmer, with a slight growl in his voice and his eyes narrowed defiantly he spoke;

''Where is she?''