Hi! :) I'm back again! I wanted to get this chapter up as soon as possible. I'm going to do the whole next chapter from Puck's perspective, so that should be interesting. :) remember to review guys!

Noah caught Rachel before she hit the ground, and he turned and looked at Santana.

"Satan, what is the deal with her and that jackass? And don't say 'nothing' cause you know we wont believe you." Santana looked at all the other people in the room, and saw that they were all nodding, in agree-ance with Puck. She shook her head and sighed.

"It's not place to tell you guys. If she wants you to know, she will tell you. I will say that you need to not push her. This is something….big, and it's up to her to explain it." With that, San gestured for Noah to follow her, and she led him to Rachel's bedroom so he could lay her on her bed.

"Ima get everyone to leave, so she doesn't have everyone in her space when comes to." Noah looked at the sleeping girl one last time, and then turned to leave.

I woke up with a headache.

"Ugh." San's head snapped around to look at me when I made the small sound.

"Rach! Oh my god, you scared the ever loving shit out of us! You went all badass warrior chick on that Colton guy, and then just passed out!" San was getting hysterical, and her raising voice was making my already bad headache worse.

"Satan! Get out and let her fully come back before you start yellin'!" I looked over when the second voice came through to me, and saw Noah ushering San out of the room, then turning to look at me with worry in his eyes.

"Here's the deal Berry. Im not gonna ask you to tell me anything, and neither is anyone else in this little bunch of misfits. But that Colton guy seemed pretty intense, and we called the cops on him-" I gasped at that, but Noah kept talking over me.. "-and they said that we shouldn't leave you alone till they had captured him. So you have a choice. You can have all the guys switching off staying here, or you can stay with me, OR I can stay here with you." When he ended his little speech, he just sat there and stared at me while his words sunk in, and when they did, I lost my cool.

"Noah Puckerman, I am 21 years old. I can fully handle myself. I do not require, nor do I desire a babysitter of any kind. While I appreciate the sentiment, I must formally decline your offer of protection. I am sure that Colton would not risk coming back to hurt me anymore than he already has. I did not move out here just to be restricted in what I can and cannot do! I got out of that type of situation, and I'm not going back. I am sure that the law enforcement officers had my best interest at heart, as I am sure you do as well, but I do NOT require protection!" I was rambling, and I knew it, but the thought of me staying with him, or him staying with me was very unsettling. I could barely keep my control around him when there were others around. If it were just him and me, I couldn't even begin to think of what could happen. Noah just blinked at me, and scoffed.

"Okay, one, that was WAY too many words. Seriously, you need to use less words to get your point across. Two, you don't have a choice Babe. Either way, you are going to have one of us guys around at all times. At least this way, you can pick who you want to be around the whole time." He just smirked at me when I scoffed at him and rolled my eyes.

"Fine, but I want it to be noted that I am not happy about this. You may converse with your friends and determine who is going to stay with me. I don't really have a preference. Now, I'm going back to sleep." With that, I turned over and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I heard Noah leave, and my thoughts immediately started going a mile a minute. What would I do if Colton came back? He had already gotten a judge to label me unfit to take care of myself, and I still don't know how he did it. Maybe Noah was right in insisting that I have some sort of protection. I just didn't want to go back to not being able to decide anything on my own, or choosing what I could do, and where I could go….But then I flashed back to the feeling of Colton on top of me, and I shuddered. Maybe, just maybe I could convince Noah to move in here. Temporarily of course. I did feel relatively more calm thinking about it.

Noah closed the door leading to the sleeping brunette, and shook his head, the words 'you may converse with your friends' flashing through his head. There would be no conversing. He had no intentions of letting anyone but himself protect that woman. But he found himself wondering why he felt the need to protect her….actually, maybe he would set up a schedule. All they guys said they would be willing. Noah was so deep in thought he didn't notice his best friend sitting at the counter in the kitchen smirking at him. But when he did, he rolled his eyes and snapped

"what are you so happy about over there?" Santana just chuckled.

"You are already so sprung off of that woman and she hasn't even been here for a full week."

"I'm not sprung. But she looked like she had been abused, and you know how I feel about that shit, Satan. No one has the right to treat a woman that way." San's smirk fell, and she gestured to the seat across from her.

"Sit." Noah followed her direction, but only because he knew that San only asked him to sit when she needed to tell him something. She started talking, and he quickly realized she was telling him the history between Rach and the Douchebag. His hands clenched into fists as she continued the story, and when she got to the part about the rape, he got up and started pacing to try and calm down.

"Puck?" Santana asked him hesitantly. He just shook his head.

"Something about the man seemed off! I knew that he had something to her. When the two of you disappeared earlier, he kept taking these little shots at Rachel. He said 'once I broke her in, she probably flaunted it at everyone.' And when Artie, who doesn't even know Rachel, chimed in asking what the hell he was talking about, the bastard starting boasting the Rachel wouldn't be the woman she is today if it weren't for him. And then he called her a whore who only understood the feeling of a mans fist, and that she was his. And I got so fucking pissed, that I told him she was my girlfriend, and he couldn't talk about her like that, and he lost it and started wailing on me. FUCK!" Noah stormed out of the house, while Santana sat there in shock. Girlfriend? Puck hadn't used that term since high school. This was getting serious. She shook her head and went into Rach's room, and laid down next to the crying brunette, and wrapped her in her arms and they both fell asleep.