I do not own Glee, the quote used, or the song On my own-the used

Puck's POV

"Puck!" I hear Quinn and Brittany yell from inside the house. I look over at Blaine who looks just as confused as me, before we take off into the house.

"What's wrong?" I ask as both the blonde run into my arms crying.

"Rachel and Santana." Brittany chokes out, clinging to my arm. Quinn and Brittany try to explain what happen but neither me or Blaine can understand what they're saying from all the crying.

"Shhh, you have to calm down. We can't understand what your saying." I tell them trying to calm them down.

"Rachel left." Quinn says taking a deep breath calming down a little bit.

" She heard Santana leaving and saying stupid stuff. We have to find Rachel, Puck. She was so upset when she took off on her bike. I'm afraid she's going to do something stupid."

Santana left? What hell? Doesn't she realize that's exactly what Rachel was afraid of. Looking over I see Blaine on the phone. I'm guessing he decided to call his mom and Coach Sylvester.

"My mom and Coach Sylvester said that they will start looking for Rachel near the park and school." Blaine says when he hangs up the phone.

"Okay, Blaine you and the girls take my truck and go look for her at the track on the other side of town and by the river, because I remember seeing her sitting on the bank on day last year." I tell them handing my keys to Blaine.

"What are you going to do?" Quinn asks wiping her eyes.

"I'm going after Santana. She's the only one who is going to be able to fix this now."

All three of them nod before we all run out of the house. Quinn and Brittany hop in the passenger side of my truck as Blaine jumps into the driver side.

"Wait, how are you going to find Santana?" Blaine asks before closing the truck door. I just point to the garage. Blaine nods and starts up my truck and pull out of the driveway.

Running into the garage I grab one of the helmets sitting on the work bench in the corner, putting it on before I mount the bike. I really hope I can find Santana quick, because if I don't I would really hate to think what will happen. Starting down the driveway, I stop to see Santana's car pulling up to the curb on the other side of the road. Well, she made that easy.

"What the hell were you thinking!" I yell at her pulling the helmet of and walking towards her.

"I came back didn't I? So shut up, Puck!" She yells walking up the driveway.

"Your about 10 minutes to late!"

"What are you talking about?" She asks with a confused look.

"She left. She heard you leave and then took off herself."

"I-I She heard me?" Santana asks in a small voice, looking up at me with sad and regretful eyes.

"Yeah."

Santana breaks down crying. I know she realizes what she done. She knows she screwed up, but that still doesn't make me any less angry.

"What were you thinking? Her biggest fear was people leaving her and what did you do. You fucking left her! You left her, San. I get that all this hard, but you leaving was wrong and stupid."

"I know okay! I know me leaving was stupid, but I didn't know what else to do. She just fucking told me that I might as well gave her the razor! Do you know how that made me feel? To know that I'm the reason she started to cut in the first place. I hurt her so much and I thought that if I just left everything would be okay." Santana sobs out tears falling freely down her cheeks.

"You didn't cause all the pain and hurt she's going through, San. You may have been one of the reason she started to cut, but your not the whole reason. You can still fix everything and make up for all the hurt and pain you did cause." I tell her putting my hand on her shoulder.

"How?" She asks quietly.

"By helping me find her and talking to her for a start. After that I'm not sure. You'll have to figure that out on your own." I grip her shoulder as she nods.

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me?" Santana asks wiping her eyes looking at me. I give her a little smile and pat her on the shoulder.

"That's when you do all the talking. She'll listen to you, it may take awhile for her to forgive you on this, but she will."

"How do you know that?"

"It's Rachel Berry." I answer her like it's the most obvious thing ever. "She forgave you for all the slushies, names, and everything right? Well you making one stupid mistake, no matter how big or small, won't change that."

"I hope your right." Santana lets out a shaky breath.

"I hope I'm right too." I mumble to myself as we walk to Santana's car.

"What did you say?" She asks looking over at me curiously.

"Oh, I said you should let me drive." She raises an eyebrow at me, before she nods and hands me the keys. That was close. "Call Quinn and Brittany to let them know I didn't kill you and that we're going to look for Rachel."

Rachel's POV

Pulling into the parking lot for the hiking trails I was happy to see that I'm the only there. I know that this will be the last place that any of them think to look. Turning the bike off and taking my helmet off, I put my keys in my pocket and begin to walk down the trail that lead to the waterfall.

Why was I so dumb to think that anyone would ever stay with me? Or even love me? I never done anything to cause all this pain. All I wanted was for someone to care and for someone to love me. Was I just to messed up for anyone to love me? Am I really that worthless?

"AHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs when I reach the waterfall. Walking over and sitting down on a big rock that was off to the side of the trail. I look out at the waterfall. It's beautiful and peaceful here. I use to come here all the time when I had a bad day or just need to get away. It's one of the only place I actually feel free and happy at.

See all those people on the groundWasting timeI try to hold it all insideBut just for tonightThe top of the worldSitting here wishingThe things I've becomeSomething is missingMaybe I...But what do I know

And now it seems that I have foundNothing at allWanna hear your voice out loudSlow it down, slow it downWithout it allI'm choking on nothingIts clear in my headI'm screaming for somethingKnowing nothing is better than knowing at allOn My Own...

On My Own...

On My Own...

On My Own...Without it allI'm chokin on nothingIts clear in my headI'm screaming for somethingKnowing nothing is better than knowing at allOn My Own...

On My Own...

On My Own...

On My Own…"

Finishing the song I wipe the tears from my eyes. I'm so sick of crying and hurting. Will I always be on my own? Is there anyone out there to help me? When I go to Fox Run I'm really thinking about just selling my house and moving somewhere else. Maybe, that's what I need is to be away from Lima. Away from all the people who have hurt me and all the painful memories. Mainly, away from the three girls that stole and broke my heart.

Looking down I see a quote on the rock written in white paint.

"If you could read what's in my heart, you'd be in tears." I read out loud, tracing the words with my finger tip. It was true. If people could actually read what was in my heart they would be in tears. My whole life has been nothing more then a damn story waiting to be written. Although, the ending has yet to come. I'm pretty sure that it will end up being a tragedy, because I really don't see a happy ending happening.