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Puck held onto Rachel through the night and neither of them noticed that they had fallen asleep like that, in each others arms. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he didn't quite know where he was but did feel something warm in his arms. He looked down to see Rachel resting her cheek against his chest, her eyes closed. Puck couldn't help but smile and gently rubbed his thumb across her exposed cheek as his fingers pulled her hair off her face.

His body was stiff from sleeping in such an awkward position and he felt like stretching out his legs, but he also didn't want to wake up Rachel, even though the clock on the dashboard said it was almost seven and they both had to get ready for school. He was so not letting the others yell at him for not going to school.

So he decided maybe he could do something else that would not wake Berry up. He opened the car door and unbuckled his seatbelt, weaving it between himself and Rachel. Then he got out of the car, holding Rachel tightly in his arms. She didn't wake up even when he put her back in the car and stole his and her keys out of her pocket. Seemed she was a pretty heavy sleeper.

After closing the door softly and walking around to the drivers side, Puck started up the miniature car and drove straight to Rachel's house. Only then did he nudge the diva awake. "Hey, Berry." he muttered, nudging her shoulder. "Come on."

Slowly, she came around and took in her surroundings. "Noah?" she murmured, her hair mused with sleep. "Where are we?"

"Your house. It the morning." he said. "You going to be okay with your dads?"

Rachel nodded tiredly. "They're in Boston. They'll be there for another week." She looked straight at Puck. His eyes were still red like he'd been crying, which he had. She reached out and touched his shoulder. "Are you going to be okay?"

Puck shrugged and smirked. "I'm a badass, Rach. I can handle anything."

"Didn't seem like it last night." She smiled though, because he called her Rach. Only her good friends called her that.

Puck shrugged his shoulders again, making her hand fall. Before it could fall completely though, he caught it and intertwined his fingers with hers. "Thanks." he said, playing with her fingers. "For yesterday. All of it. Because if I had driven by my house by myself I wouldn't have left. So thanks." His thumb was rubbing the back of her hand. "I know I'm not the nicest person to you but yeah. Thanks." To be perfectly honest with himself, Puck was just continuing the conversation so he could keep rubbing the back of her hand.

"Noah," Puck waited and just looked at her. "Do you want to come in?"

Puck nodded his head and let go of her hand, long enough for her to get out of the car. But as soon as he walked around the car, he grabbed her hand again and just continued rubbing circles around her hand.

~*~

[Mum]: Where are you?

[Q]: Hey ur sis's worried bout u. She's waitin 4u 2 call.

[Mum]: Noah answer your phone.

[QBFinn]: Dude your mum just called me. Call me back.

[Mum]: I know you're angry, but where is your sister?

[QBFinn]: I'm serious dude, call me back. Like now!

[Q]: Ur sister fell asleep. Y didnt u call?

[Mum]: This isn't funny Noah. Where are you? Where's Isla?

[QBFinn]: I swear if uve gone nuts on me agen, ill kill u.

[Q]: Finn says ur missin. Plz dont do n e thing stupid. Call me, plz?

[OthaAzn]: Dude where the fuk r u?

[Rutherford]: Puck pik up ur phone! We R ALL lookin 4 u man. (Glee&football inc)

[QBFinn]: Rachel wont pik up either Puck. This aint a joke. Where r u?

[Mum]: Noah, I am serious. Where is Isla? What have you done?

[Beyonce]: If Rachel is hurt, I will kill u!

[San]: I swear Puck I will neva do u favours in the cleanin closet agen if u dnt txt SUM1 NOW!

[Wheels]: Puck. I'm not lookin 4u (cant 4 obvious reasons) but every1 else is. Jst show sum sign ur alive. Plz? My dads gone out 2 look 4 u cuz Finn was so panikD

[QBFinn]: Where r u dude? Ive lookD everywhere.

[Mum]: Noah, I will call the police.

[QBFinn]: Plz Puck. Just call me. Plz?

[Puck20]: Fell asleep. Im fine. W Rachel. Sry. C u at skool.

He sent the message through the Glee phone tree and waited and within minutes, he had ten angry replies. But he ignored them for now, only responding to Mike.

Puck put his phone to his ear, leaning on the kitchen bench inside Rachel's house. Mike was going to swing by with his truck and some clothes and Rachel was upstairs getting ready for school. The phone barely rang once before his mother picked up. "Noah?! Noah, where are you? Where's Isla?"

"Calm down." Puck said, his voice oddly cold. "Take a deep breath. It's okay. I'm okay, Isla's okay."

"Where are you?"

"At a friends."

"Where's Isla?"

"At a friends."

"Is she with you?"

Puck sighed. "No. She's having a sleepover."

"With who? I called all of her friends. No one has seen her."

"With Daniela, at Matt's." Puck walked over to the fridge and opened it up, searching inside. One little lie wouldn't hurt. "She's fine."

"You listen to me Noah. Isla is not your daughter, I am her parent and what you did..."

"Was better than letting her stay under the same roof as him." Puck deadpanned. "And as long as he's there, Isla and I aren't coming home."

"Noah, you cannot..."

"I can and I will." he slammed the fridge door shut and straightened up. "You just don't get it do you? Isla will love him because Isla will loves everyone. And then he will play with her emotions, screw her over as badly as he screwed me over and then he'll be gone and Isla will be broken. This way, you can make your decision, sleep with whoever you want and your kids don't get fucked up along the way."

He could hear his mother sobbing on the other end. "He said he changed."

"Yeah well I don't give to shits. He said he changed before too." Puck was now leaning against the wall as he heard his mum crying on the other end. "I don't want Isla to get hurt ma. I don't want to get hurt. I'm sick of it and I don't want to see him."

"Isla is..."

"Too young." he said quickly. "She's six years old and guess what Ma? She's innocent. She doesn't know what it's like to see her dad come home and beat her mum. She doesn't know what it's like to be ridiculed by some jerk face who was supposed to love you. To get punished for doing good and blamed for everything that's wrong. Isla doesn't know that and I don't want her to. Okay? I'm her brother and my only job is to keep her safe. Even if that means from you."

That was it for his mother. She broke down on the other end and he could hear her bawling. Puck wasn't one for crying women, especially when that woman was his mum. He hated watching her crying probably as much as he hated watching Isla cry. Maybe even more because usually when his mum cried it was because he'd disappointed her or because he'd disappointed her. The doorbell to Rachel's house rang and Puck looked up at the ceiling. "I've got to go." he said. "Call me and I promise I'll pick up my phone. I just passed out last night." He hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket and as he turned to leave the kitchen he saw Rachel just standing there. "How much did you hear?"

Rachel shrugged, moving forward towards him. "Enough to understand why you're a jerk."

"So..." he crossed his arms over his chest. "All of it."

Rachel didn't say anything but sat at the kitchen bench in her pink school skirt and white and pink argyle sweater. Her socks were the same argyle and her black Mary Janes were shinier than ever. With her headband and down turned lips, she looked like a four year old who had just witnessed her parents arguing. "I had thirty-five messages and fifty missed calls. Only one of them was from my fathers. Most were from Finn and the rest were from other Glee club members. They all seemed to want to know if I'd been kidnapped by you."

Puck felt his body tense. Of course he would be labelled as a kidnapper. He was a jerk of course. He was nothing more than a Lima Looser. Why wouldn't kidnapping be on his to do list? His mum thought he kidnapped his sister. Why wouldn't Rachel Berry be any different?

The doorbell rang again and Rachel looked up. "Who's that?"

"Mike." Puck muttered. "I'm going." He pushed himself off the counter and without another word to Rachel, he left her house, slamming the door behind him.

Mike stared at him, half-mad, half-worried. "Where the hell were you?"

"I kidnapped Berry." Puck growled as he pushed past Mike. "Ain't that what everyone is saying?"

Mike pressed a hand on either side of Puck's shoulder. "No, we're not. Get over yourself for one second dude and put things into perspective. We were all shit scared last night because you and Berry left and you were pretty angry when you did leave. Last any of us heard from you was actually from Tina who said she saw Rachel pull up outside your house and then run. Finn drove past and he saw your dad's car out the front. He put two and two together, Puck. With your track record man, he was freaked, we were freaked and everyone was out searching for you. Now chill because it's okay for people to worry about you."

Puck looked away from Mike for a second, to regain himself. When he looked back, his normal snarky side had returned. "I thought Berry was the one who made speeches."

"Hey, I can make them too." Mike grinned. The door behind Puck opened and he turned around to see Rachel standing there, looking down at the floor.

"I'm sorry." she murmured. "For whatever I said. I-I don't know..."

"How many times do I have to tell you Berry." Puck glared at her. "Don't be sorry."

Rachel's head snapped up and she stared at him for a moment, unsure. "You know, I really do not like this split personality disorder you seem to suffer from. I'm going to get whiplash sooner or later."

He shrugged. "One of my charms."

[Puck20]: Can u show Isla my nxt msg and NOT read it??? N thnx agen Quinn...

[Puck20]: Hey Isles, sorry I didn't call you. I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday. It wasn't fair. I promise I'll pick you up this afternoon after school and we'll do something together. I love you. Noah.

[Q]: Aww... Even Britt n San agree that was ultra cute!

[Puck20]: I will kill u. xxxxxx (1 4 u n San, 2 for Britt and my sis)

Oh yeah. He could bounce back from this. Puck just had to keep telling himself that even when he realised he didn't have a home to go to.

~*~

When Rachel was yanked into the auditorium, she screamed until her mouth was covered by a gangly hand. "Shush, Rachel, it's just me." Rachel recognised that voice anywhere.

"Fuhmm?" Rachel questioned and when the hand was removed and she turned around, her suspicions were confirmed. "Finn, I do not appreciate being pulled into the auditorium like that. I thought I that Jacob Ben-Israel had finally decided to do something a little more drastic than sit outside my bedroom window, taking notes.

"Jacob does what?" Finn frowned.

"Never mind." Rachel crossed her arms. "What is the matter?"

Finn looked around and then leaned in closer. "What happened last night? None of us got any sleep. We were all searching for you and Puck."

Rachel sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. Really, Rachel didn't quite understand what happened between her and Puck the previous night but she could lay out the facts. "Nothing bad happened. Noah saw his fathers car understandably 'freaked out' and got me to drive off. I ended up pulling up on the side of the road because he wasn't calming down. Eventually we both fell asleep."

"In the car." Finn verified.

"Yes." Rachel replied. "When I woke up, Noah had driven us back to my house. That was all."

"Why weren't you answering your phones?"

"I had never turned mine off silent after school. Noah was sleeping on his phone and I didn't hear it ring at all." Rachel stared at his worried face and raised her eyebrows, a small smile on her features. "You should calm down a bit Finn. He'll be okay. Although, you might want to talk to him about his anger issues."

Finn nodded at Rachel, catching sight of Puck in the hallway. "I might just do that." He leaned down and kissed Rachel's cheek. "Thank you so much for making sure he didn't do anything stupid last night." And with that Finn left Rachel by herself in the auditorium.

She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "How come everyone says it as if I put myself out?"

"Maybe because you caring about Puck isn't something normal." Rachel almost jumped out of her skin and when she turned around to look, she saw Jacob standing there with his notepad. "So Puck's father is back in town."

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "Don't you dare..."

"I'm not afraid of you." Jacob said, pushing his glasses up his face, but he sounded deadly scared. "I'll publish this story with or without your comment."

She moved up close to Jacob and poked him in the chest. "Don't be afraid of me, Jacob Ben-Israel. But you should be afraid of what Matt, Mike, Finn and Noah will do to you if you do publish that story."

"I-I have the freedom of speech on my side Rachel." He declared. "Unless of course, you're willing to let those apples pop out of your sweater?"

Rachel's eyes became wide and she growled, slapping Jacob across the face. "I refuse to do any such thing."

Jacob looked alarmed and then furious. "You will regret that, Rachel Berry." But Rachel had already walked out of the auditorium, fully needing a shower.

~*~

Puck walked into the empty locker room and sat down at the closest bench. He counted to five and when he reached that magic number, Finn slammed the door open. "I don't care anymore Puck, we're talking and we're talking now."

Puck rolled his eyes and laid back on the bench, tucking his hands behind his head. "Okay."

"No, no... What?" Finn was stunned. He had a whole speech prepared as to why it was important for Puck to talk about whatever was happening but he Puck's reply had thrown him off.

"Let's talk." Puck said, still staring at the ceiling. "What do you want to know?"

Finn hadn't expected it to be that easy so he hadn't prepared for this yet. "I don't know. Um... what happened?"

Puck rehashed everything to Finn, starting from seeing the Lincoln across the street, to the whole 'throwing his dad on the wall' thing. He mentioned briefly how he scared Isla and how he was pretty pissed off with himself for it. He glazed over the 'waking-up-with-Berry' moment and just said she was there when he woke up and that last night she'd driven him around after his whimpy freak-out. Then he showed Finn the text messages from his mum and talked about the phone conversation and by then they'd missed all of lunch and third period.

"Whoa." Finn muttered after he was finished. "No wonder you turned to the vodka."

"You know how I like my Russians when I'm angry." Puck got up off the bench and stuck his hand out to Finn. "We cool?"

Finn took his hand and shook it. "Duh. Why wouldn't we be?" he pulled Puck in for a hug and Puck groaned, only allowing it for two seconds before pushing away.

"No more bromance, dude. I'm not a chick." Puck straightened himself out. "The only thing is, I've got no where to stay until my mum comes to her senses and kicks out the jerk. So like can I stay at yours?"

"Sure thing. I'll just tell my mum. Hey, maybe she can knock some sense into your mum." She probably could. Carol Hudson and Deborah Puckerman were pretty good friends, thanks to their sons.

"Yeah, maybe." Puck shrugged his shoulders. "Even if she doesn't, give it a week or two and he'll split again."

Finn nodded, remembering how Puck had always used to say his dad was on business trips whenever he decided to run. It was only the last time when he never came back did Puck tell him the truth. "Yeah, probably. Where's Isla gonna stay?"

Puck looked up at Finn wearing a large grin. "Dude, you're like my best friend in the whole damn world..."

"Fuck you." Finn laughed. "I thought you said no bromance."

Jokingly, Puck threw his arms around Finn. "I love you brother!"

Finn laughed and pushed Puck off of him and the two started to mock fight, and for the moment, they were fine.

~*~

Rachel walked down the hallways before fifth period and found everyone staring at her, more than usual. She carefully touched her face to make sure there was nothing on it and then discreetly ran her fingers through her hair. When people started to whisper too, Rachel knew there was definitely something wrong.

Her phone started vibrating in her bag and Rachel reached in and pulled it out curiously. The message was from private and it was a web link. Curiously, Rachel connected to the internet and clicked on the hyperlink. Her eyes widened as she was sent to the all familiar webpage of Jacob Ben-Israel.

She read the headline carefully and felt her stomach fall to the floor as well as her heart, her jaw and probably the rest of her. Rachel turned around to see Markus Wilson there with a large slushie in his hands. Cherry flavour. "Well I never thought that the biggest player in this school would be Jacob Ben-Israel."

Rachel felt tears sting the back of her eyes but stuck her head up high. "I have nothing to say to you Markus except that none of it is true." Wilson was the captain of the basketball team, who were probably worse than the football team because at least they'd won a game. (Three games, since Kurt joined). He also was one of the few people who had a personal grudge against Rachel. She had no idea why but he was good at being exceptionally cruel to her, going as far to follow her home and play cruel pranks on her when she was home alone with his friends (like cut the electric, rattle all the doorknobs in the house, light a bin fire in her backyard etc... Nothing that ever physically hurt her, but scared her out of her mind).

"A picture says a thousand words, Rachel." Markus sighed and tipped the entire contents of the large slushie over her head. Rachel gasped at the sudden ice coating, and cringed at the new experience of having it run down her back. Because she'd usually take slushies on headfirst, that had never happened before. "You better get back to your little slut club, Rach. Before you get knocked up too."

A few of the boys he was with laughed and muttered 'Slut' along with some more taunts and jeers and Rachel didn't know what else to do but turn and run down the hallway, her heels clacking against the tiles as she tried to drown out the laughter.

The End...

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Oooh and you should all know, Mark Wilson is a BIG character in this because I decided to combine two ideas together... This one and another one from one of my iPod shuffles... Which one, you'll find out later!

I'm out all of tomorrow and then will write all of Wednesday (night before Christmas) to finish it and will probably upload on Boxing Day next AT THE LATEST! But I'll probably trick myself into uploading sooner.

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