AN: Well I want to start by saying thanks so much for the reviews & alerts :) I love seeing what you guys think. And I hope you like this chapter as well. Sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy.

Pairings: The main pairing will probably change depending on the chapter, but as a whole it will mainly focus on Puckleberry & Quartie with Faberry, Brittberry, Raine, Puck/Blaine, Quick friendship (some others may be added as I go on, who knows really). Chapter 2 has some Puckleberry, Faberry & Quick friendship, and a tiny bit of Quartie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. The title of the chapter is lyrics from Weezer's "The Damage In Your Heart

Chapter 2-Let It Go, the Damage in Your Heart

Puck's POV

I woke before Rachel did. At first I was confused; I had no clue where I was. Then everything came rushing back. The glee club's victory over the Warblers, Finn and Rachel's almost wedding, Quinn's accident, Rachel clinging to me, my talk with Blaine, and falling asleep with Rachel right next to me, which was something I liked way too much considering she was engaged and that we were at the hospital. Against my better judgment, I reached up to carefully push the hair out of her face. God, she was beautiful; she looked so peaceful and unbothered by all the shit that had gone down yesterday. Her full lips slightly parted and it took all I had to not kiss her. She snuggled in to me, took a deep breath, and a small smile grew on her face. I frowned, she was probably thinking of Finn right now. Why did Finn always get what I wanted? Couldn't I just have one thing for once? Then she mumbled in her sleep with that smile on her lips, "Noah." She said my name. She was thinking of me, not Finn. Before I realized it I was smiling. Sure thinking this isn't really badass, but in this little room at the hospital, I was completely content and happy for the moment, despite all the shitty things happening around us.

Rachel's POV

I was having a good dream now. Earlier in the night, I had a horrible nightmare about Quinn getting in a car accident. But right now I was having a pretty good dream. I was lying with someone. He gently brushed my hair back away from my face with calloused hands. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his warmth. I couldn't help but smile; I felt really happy. I breathed in his scent. Gosh, I always did loved how he smelled. It was a smell that was just completely him, only he smelled this way. It was completely Noah. Wait, what? Why was dreaming about being exceedingly happy while lying with Noah when I was engaged to Finn? Then it hit me, I wasn't dreaming and my nightmare hadn't been a nightmare at all. This was reality and I really was practically lying on top of Noah on the hospital lounge room couch and Quinn actually had been in an accident. I took a deep breath to calm myself; oh my, he really did smell good. Stop that, I scolded myself. This was not the time to be having all these feelings. You are engaged to Finn and are most definitely not supposed to be feeling like this towards Noah, I said in my head. To which a little voice replied, well, maybe there's a reason I was that happy I was so happy to be with him in my dream. That's when I tuned it out and opened my eyes. I looked up until mine met with a pair of hazel eyes and my stomach did a little flip. Oh gosh, this was not good; I need to stop this. Quinn, just think about seeing if Quinn is okay.

Nobody's POV

Puck could feel her waking up. She moved to look up at him and spoke quietly, "I was hoping her being in an accident had just been a bad dream."

He hugged her tighter, "yeah, me too."

Both of them got up and stretched. They slipped their shoes back on and headed to their separate bathrooms. It was 9:00 and they still two hours until the rest of the glee club would start showing up. Rachel and Puck met up and walked toward the nurses' station looking for Sylvia. They didn't see her, but there was a woman there that looked similar to her. The nurse's hair was down to her shoulders and she was a little taller, but the resemblance was there. Rachel spoke first, "Are you Lena?"

She looked up from her papers at the teenagers and smiled, "yes I am, and you must be the two my sister was telling me about. I'm supposed to take you to Miss Fabray's room, correct?"

Puck spoke up this time, "yes, please."

Lena looked through some papers quick and came around the desk, "Alright, just follow me." She turned and started walking down the hall. Rachel looked to Puck and grabbed his hand. He squeezed hers before they turned and followed the nurse to Quinn's room. The nurse stopped in front of the door, "here it is. She woke up about an hour ago; she might be a little out of it due to the pain medication, but those effects should wear off soon. You can go in whenever you're ready." Lena smiled at them once more before leaving them.

Rachel turned to Puck again and had a worried expression on her face, "Noah, what if she doesn't want to see me? What if she blames me?"

He reached up and took her face in his hands, "Rach, listen, she won't blame you. And she'll be happy to see you so don't worry. Plus you heard the nurse; she's gonna be a little loopy right now anyway so let's go."

She nods and they go in hand in hand. Quinn turns her head away from the TV and a smile forms on her face as she sees her two visitors. Puck nudges Rachel and gives her an "I told you so" look. "Hey guys," Quinn let out a giggle, "you guys are sooo cute together. So cute. Soo cute." She started to kind of sing the last part.

Puck suppressed the urge to let out a "hell yeah" and Rachel tried to ignore the thrill that went through her as Quinn said that. "How are you feeling, Quinn?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck. Oops, wrong thing to say. That wasn't funny." She frowned, but it quickly turned back into a smile, "Yes it was funny."

Puck couldn't contain his laughter anymore, "You should be on drugs more often, Q." Rachel smacked his chest, but laughed. The two sat next to each other in the chairs that where next to the bed. They sat there with Quinn while she came down from her high.

It was quiet for a little bit until Quinn spoke again with a serious tone, "they say I'll be in a wheelchair for a while."

Rachel reached to hold Quinn's hand. She was about to say something encouraging, but Puck spoke first. "Well, now you and Artie can have races."

"Noah!"

"What, s'true." Quinn just laughed at them. She was grateful for them being there. The three of them talked some more about different things.

It was getting close to 11 and Puck wanted to give Rachel some time to talk to Quinn alone. "I'm gonna go out to the waiting area for everyone. That way I can show 'em which room." He let go of Rachel's hand and stood to leave.

There was silence for a little while after he left before Rachel spoke, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Quinn really hoped that Rachel hadn't been blaming herself.

"I'm so sorry." Rachel said with tears in her eyes.

Quinn squeezed her hand, "Rachel, this isn't your fault."

A tear made its way down her cheek, "If I hadn't decided to move the wedding up and if I hadn't been texting you, this wouldn't have happened."

"Rachel, stop. What happened is not your fault in anyway. It was just coincidence, this could've happened any day, to anyone; plus it was my fault for texting and driving anyway. So stop now, I don't want to hear another word about you being at fault."

"Ok," Rachel wiped the tears away with her free hand. "I'm really glad you're okay."

"Me too," Quinn paused before saying, "Rach, honestly no offence, but you don't look so great. Have you been here all night?"

Rachel let out a laugh, "Yes, one of the nurses let Noah and I sleep on the couch in the lounge room."

"Just you and Puck?"

"Yeah, why?" Rachel asked.

Quinn shrugged, "I just figured Finn would stay with you."

"Oh. Well, he didn't really say anything to me once he got here."

"Why not?" Quinn's eyes narrowed.

"I'm not sure, but Noah was there for me so it's ok." Rachel even sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

Quinn was about to say how it wasn't ok because Finn was her fiancé so he should be there for her, but Puck reappeared in the doorway. "Hey Rach, Brittany is here and looking for you."

Rachel got a smile on her face, "Well then, I'll go and let you guys talk." Rachel got up and gave Quinn a light hug careful of the wires and her injuries. Quinn could only use one of her arms to hug Rachel since the other one was in a cast. She didn't miss the way Rachel stopped to smile up at Puck or the way he smiled at her.

Quinn decided not to bring up that subject right away, "So Brittany is looking for Rachel?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Puck chuckled, "Yeah, it's only been a day and Britt has declared Rachel her new best friend."

"What about Santana?" Surprised she was against this.

"Oh, Rachel is her best friend without, and I quote, sweet lady kisses." Puck shook his head in amusement and took a seat next to the bed.

Quinn laughed, but then got serious again, "So what's up with Finn not talking to Rachel?"

"Not sure," he debated on whether or not he should share what Blaine had told him. Finally, he decided that it would help to have her opinion, "Blaine thinks it's because Finn probably feels like he's in love with you again since he almost lost you."

This is what Quinn had feared once Rachel had told her Finn wasn't talking to her. She sighed, she felt bad for Rachel and she really hoped Blaine was wrong, but she had a feeling he wasn't. "Ugh, why does he have to be such an idiot sometimes? The last thing I want is for Rachel to hate me…and since when have you and Blaine been besties?"

"Ok, Fabray. We're not besties. He stayed later last night and talked to me while Britt and Satan were with Rach. And she won't hate you."

"I see. Did he talk to you about how you feel about Rachel?"

Puck groaned, "Not you too."

"So he did."

"Is it really that obvious?" he complained.

Quinn giggled, "Pretty much, well to everyone but her. Just like even though she's with Finn at the moment, you are completely oblivious to it, and she won't admit it, she pretty much feels the same way."

This time it was Puck getting cut off by someone at the door. Rachel popped her head in, "Everyone else is here. I think they all want to talk turns coming in. Oh, and we got a hold of your mom and she's on her way back now."

At first everyone came in at once; the whole glee club was there, as well as Mr. Schue, Miss Pillsbury, and Coach Sylvester. Eventually people began alternating who was in the room, giving them the chance to talk privately. Not everyone did and most of them came in pairs. Artie was the first glee member to come in alone. He wheeled himself next to her bed and smiled at her.

Rachel and Puck had agreed to tell Artie about how she would be in a wheelchair for the time being and figured he could help her transition better. The two sat in silence for a while after they exchanged greetings. Finally, Quinn turned to him, "Is it hard?"

Artie knew she was talking about being in a chair, "It gets easier, but some days are worse than others." He didn't want to lie and say that everything would be perfectly ok, because honestly some days really sucked.

Quinn nodded, she appreciated his honesty. "They say I'll be in a chair indefinitely depending on how well I do in physical therapy."

"Well, I'm sure you will do well." The blonde girl turned to him trying to gauge his sincerity. He seemed to realize what she was doing and spoke again, "Seriously, you are one of the strongest people I know. You've been through a lot and you have managed to turn it around. I mean, yes, you had some low points, but you were able to come back to the surface."

Quinn didn't mean to let a few tears trickle down as she took in his words; she blamed it on the pain and medication. Either way she reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you. If I could hug you right now I would."

He just laughed before telling her, "It's all good, I'll just take a rain check." Quinn laughed with him and they just talked for a bit. Soon there was a knock on the door signaling another visitor. Artie told her he was glad she was ok and that he'd see her later before leaving. Quinn was still smiling and thinking how she was looking forward to seeing him again, when Finn came into the room.

"Hey, how ya doing?" Finn started.

Quinn wanted yell at him for asking such a stupid question. She was in the hospital confined to a bed, unable to walk our use her left arm; how did he think she was doing? But she stopped herself; this was Finn she was talking to. "I've been better."

Finn nodded and took a seat. Much like with the others his visit started with silence, neither person knowing what to say. After a while, Finn spoke up and said the words she had been dreading to hear since talking to Rachel and Puck that morning, "Quinn, I love you."

She wanted to groan in annoyance, but she settled for sighing in frustration as she thought of what to say. "No, you don't Finn."

His face screwed up in confusion; this obviously not being the response he had expected. "Yes, I do. I almost lost you and it made me realize that I shouldn't have let you go."

"Exactly, Finn, you almost lost me. Whenever you feel like you are losing Rachel or me when you're with one of us you change your mind. And it's getting exhausting…for both of us."

Finn shook his head, "I'll end things with Rachel for good this time. I only want you."

Quinn really wanted to smack him to get him to realize what she was saying. "I don't like you like that anymore, Finn. And even if I did, Rachel and I are finally friends and there is no way I would ruin that." Finn left the room. Quinn wasn't alone for long because her mother finally made it. Puck came back to tell her goodbye; he had to go watch his little sister, but he promised to come back the next day.

Meanwhile in the lobby, Finn offered Rachel a ride home. She accepted, glad he was talking to her again. Before they left Rachel excused herself to use the restroom. Once she was done, she headed to Quinn's room to tell her goodbye. "Hey, Quinn, I'm going to go, but I'll be back tomorrow."

"Wait, Rach, can I talk to you quick before you go?" Quinn looked to her mother, silently asking for privacy. Her mom mentioned something about going to get something to drink and talking to the doctor.

Rachel walked over to Quinn's bed, "Sure, what is it?"

"Well…umm…ugh," Quinn didn't know how to start, "Just promise you won't be mad at me. I didn't want this to happen and I was glad we started being friends and I don't want it to be ruined already."

"Quinn, what happened? Why would I be mad?" The concern in Rachel grew.

The blonde girl reached for the diva's hand, "Please, just don't be mad at me."

"I won't be mad at you. Just tell me what's going on."

Quinn took a deep breath and started, her words spilling out, "Finn came in here and told me he loves me. I told him I didn't love him because I really don't. And I told him that I would never do that to you 'cause like I just said I'm really glad we don't hate each other anymore. I'm sorry, but I had to tell you. I don't know if he would say anything, but if he didn't, I couldn't let you be with him if he didn't feel the same about you. You would end up getting hurt and I would feel terrible because you don't deserve that. You deserve to be happy and with someone who will give you they're all and not keep switching his mind between two people." Quinn finally finished her rant that rivaled even Rachel's and looked up at the girl, hoping this didn't ruin their newly made friendship.

Rachel didn't speak, she couldn't; she was still processing everything Quinn had just said. She believed what Quinn had said, she could tell the girl was telling the truth and being sincere. And she wasn't angry with Quinn, it wasn't her fault. Quinn didn't force her fiancé to tell her that he loved her, that was all him. Both of them had been stuck in a love triangle with Finn ever since he joined glee club. It was like they were two flies trapped in a spider's web. The spider focusing on one, but once it noticed the other one struggling to get free, it went to it make sure it wouldn't break away. Whenever Finn noticed Quinn or Rachel moving on he had to stop them, making sure neither of them could. He was greedy. He didn't know what he wanted. And he didn't care who he hurt trying to figure it out.

Quinn became nervous that Rachel wasn't talking, "Rach, please say something."

The girl in question shook out of her thoughts and focused on Quinn, "I'm not mad at you. You did nothing wrong. Well actually the only thing we both did wrong was let him do this to us. Now, Finn offered me a ride home and it seems we have a lot to discuss. I will be back tomorrow, I promise." Quinn nodded as Rachel gave her another hug. Once she left, Quinn let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. All of a sudden she felt tired so she closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her.

Rachel sat in Finn's car staring out the window as he took her home. She had decided not to say anything to him; seeing if he would say anything. So far he hadn't, he was just rambling on about random things. He didn't even notice that she wasn't really paying attention. A few minutes later they pulled up her house. She thought he had just been waiting until now to tell her so she would be able to leave quickly. However, when she turned to face him he leaned into kiss her as he spoke, "Bye. See you tomorrow?"

She recoiled away from him as if his touch would burn. He wasn't going to tell her. He had planned on just staying with her, even though he had confessed his love to another. This is when the anger rose in her like never before and she slapped him across the face, hard.

"What the hell, Rach?"

"You are despicable. You tell Quinn you love her and she rejects you so you just act like nothing happened and try to kiss me. You thought just because we haven't been friends that long that she wouldn't tell me?" He didn't say anything, his eyes trained on the floor. "Answer me!"

"I…uhh…well, yeah I didn't think…"

Rachel practically ripped the engagement ring from the necklace she was wearing it on and threw it at him, "I can't believe I almost married you. How stupid could I be? I should have listened to Quinn and my fathers." She grabbed her bag and started to leave the vehicle.

"Rachel, wait," he grabbed a hold of her wrist, which she quickly tore away from his grasp.

"No, Finn, I'm done. For good. I'm sick of you jerking me back and forth. One minute you want me, the next you want Quinn. And I'm so tired of it." She got out and made her way up to her house. Her dads weren't home and for that she was grateful. She didn't want to talk to them about this at the moment. As soon as she made it to her room and shut the door, she dropped her bag on the floor, collapsing along with it. She leaned her back against the door and sobbed. Once she calmed herself enough she dug out her phone and made a call. When they answered, she spoke in between cries, "Can you come over now, please? The door's unlocked." The person on the other side complied and she hung up. She held her knees to her chest and cried while she waited.

AN2: hmm…who did she call? Well, I don't even know yet haha I have an idea, but I tend to change my mind sometimes so I can honestly say that I can't wait to find out :p anyway let me know what you think & again sorry for any mistakes