Disclaimer: I am just borrowing them for the fun of writing, BUT I do own the plot, ideas and original characters.
A/N: I edited this chapter, so all mistakes are mine.
A/N2: This story is mostly AU after Mash-up (1x08), but with some of the topics discussed in the later episodes and music used, I may sneak in a conversation, cover the same topic, or use the same song, but I will put my own twist on it and may use some of the music.
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Rachel did have a mild concussion, so Brad couldn't give her much for pain medication, other than Tylenol and Ibuprofen, but it was enough to take the sting and ache out of her body, while he worked on getting the glass out of her arms. Some of them were odd shapes and took a bit of digging to get out, which she flinched at, but Puck sat right beside her, holding her hand through the whole thing, which she deeply appreciated.
Once her arms were cleaned up, Brad focused on the gash on the left side of her head. It wasn't as bad as they first thought after the glass and the blood was cleaned away, but it still needed some stitches, so he put a few waterproof ones in and then covered it with some some antiseptic and gauze.
Finally after several hours in the ER, she was ready to go up to her room and relax; officially admitted to the hospital for at least the night to be sure she was okay and nothing else was wrong from the accident.
After she was settled in her room, Puck sent a message to their friends to let them know what was going on, because between the guys and girls from the club that were on the Cheerios or the football team, everyone found out about Rachel's accident and Puck's phone had been blowing up with messages while they were in the ER, but he turned it on silent, wanting to only pay attention to his girlfriend; they were happy to know their friends were concerned, but they could wait a bit.
As Rachel got comfortable, David, Alan, Deborah and Ethan left to go get cars and change, but would return soon, and Rachel's only request was seeing Abby and they promised to bring her up on their way back.
"How are you doing? Do you need anything?" Puck asked softly, his hand refusing to let go of hers.
"No, I don't need anything," she shook her head carefully, "just a little stiff," she admitted.
He nodded, trying to ignore the bruises growing on her left arm from hitting the door, "scoot over," he murmured.
"What?" She asked, shifting away from him a little.
Sitting on the edge of the bed and adjusting, Puck laid back next to her and slid his arms around her carefully, "I thought I lost you," he whispered, "when dad came up to school and told me something happened, I thought the worst."
She bit her lip, blinking back tears, "I did, too," she admitted, "everything hurt. I didn't know what was wrong," she told him, snuggling up against his chest as her tears fell.
"Let it out," he said softly, "I've got you," he promised, gently rubbing her back, "and I'm never letting go. I'm so thankful you're alright and I can't wait to get you home and into our bed, but for now, this will have to do."
Feeling his warmth and strength next to her, she lost it, "I was so scared," she sobbed, "one second I was fine and the next I feel this jolt and then pain and I was passing out," she murmured.
A few tears fell from his eyes as he listened to her, gently rubbing her back, "I know," he murmured, "I'm sure it was scary, but you're okay now," he promised, "I've got you, I'm here, just breathe in and out," he told her, taking his own advice to keep himself calm.
Rachel did as he suggested, which helped, but her grip around him didn't ease off, "don't move yet," she begged.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, "I'll be here all night if you want me to do be."
She smiled, but bit her lip nervously, "I'm... I'm scared to close my eyes."
"Why?" he asked, looking at her as he brushed his hand along her cheek.
"What if I... What if something happens when I'm asleep and I... What if I can't wake up?"
"Oh baby," he leaned in and kissed her lips gently, "baby, you're going to be fine. Brad told you to sleep if you need to. You just have to wake up every few hours so we can make sure the concussion hasn't gotten worse," he told her, "remember?"
"I know he said that, but..."
"No buts," he said firmly, "I feel bad enough that I couldn't protect you from this, so I'm going to do the next best thing: keep you from getting worse and helping you heal, so stop thinking like that, you're gonna be fine," he promised, smiling at her and reaching to wipe the tears from her eyes.
She opened her mouth to make a comment but at his insistence, she closed it and nodded, "okay," she blushed, closing her eyes and trying to relax in his arms.
Puck continued to gently rub his hands over her back and side in soothing motions, murmuring calming words to her, hoping if she did fall asleep that she wouldn't have a nightmare.
Glancing across the room at the clock he saw it was after six at night and hearing footsteps, he looked towards the door and saw Brad peek around the curtain, "she asleep?" He asked quietly.
"No," Rachel replied before Puck had a chance to.
"Oh, hi," Brad said to her, "how are you feeling?"
She shrugged, "I... I think I'm okay," she admitted, "but everything that happened is coming at me now. I'm afraid to try and sleep because of the nightmares I know I'll have," she murmured.
"The shock is wearing off," Brad nodded in understanding, "it's common after traumatic experiences," he added, "you kind of held back all that fear and emotion because you were in pain and now that your body is relaxing and the adrenaline is wearing off, everything is hitting you, but you'll be okay. I promised you that in the ER and I meant it," he added with a smile.
Rachel returned his smile, "thanks," she replied.
"You're welcome and I recommend this to all patients who have been through a major event like this... Talk to someone, and considering you know a psychologist personally, I'm sure he'd be able to see you day or night, free of charge," he grinned.
"Yes, he would," she nodded, "and I will talk to him," she promised.
"Good," he paused when he phone rang and he sighed, reaching into his pocket and answering it, knowing who it was, "hello sweetheart... Yes, I'm still at the hospital... I've been through this with you already, Brittany. I can't release personal information about my patients... Even if they're your friends... I'm sure he's not answering because he's taking care of Rachel... I will tell him when I see him," he promised, hanging up the phone and putting it back in his pocket. "Several of your friends have tried calling you, but you're not answering," he said explaining what he was supposed to tell him.
Puck reached for his phone in his pocket and saw numerous missed calls and text messages from their friends, all wanting to know how Rachel was doing.
"It's nice to know they care," Rachel said with a smile, "but I'm just not in the mood to talk to people," she admitted softly.
"Don't worry about it, babe," Puck told her, "I'll text them and let them know," he said, shifting a little and freeing his other hand to compose and send a message, letting them know she was okay, but was staying overnight in the hospital with a mild concussion and hoped she could go home the next afternoon or evening and she wasn't feeling up for visitors at the time.
"Now put your phone away and move back to where you were. You're an awfully uncomfortable pillow," Rachel commented nudging him playfully.
Puck smiled and did as he told her, "oh settle down, I'm right here," he laughed.
Brad smirked, "before you get comfortable, I'd like to do another exam and check out your bandages before my shift is over," he told her honestly.
"Oh, um, alright," Rachel shifted and sat up a little.
Puck moved to get off the bed, "um, you want me to leave?" He asked.
"No," Brad shook his head, "stay," he motioned to the chair and stuck his head out and called her nurse in, "kind of a legal and safety thing," he admitted, "and I'm sure Rachel doesn't want you to leave, anyway."
Rachel blushed, but agreed, "no, I don't want him to. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked before."
It was Puck's turn to turn bright red at her words and took a seat in the chair by her bed, "yeah, I have, but it's always been different circumstances before," he replied.
"I know," Brad nodded, "but you'll have to help her change her bandages and stuff when she gets home. Don't go making your mom do it all," he told him with a grin.
"I won't, but if anyone calls me Nurse Noah, I'm so going off on them," Puck replied.
"Nurse Noah? I like that," Rachel grinned, winking at him.
Rachel's female nurse came in and pulled the curtain so there was some more privacy and Brad checked Rachel's eyes and her heartbeat and the basics and then glanced at her chest, seeing the seatbelt bruise running from her left shoulder to her right hip and the one across her stomach, "does your stomach or anything hurt from the belt?" Brad asked her as she slid the gown back on and Noah tied it behind her.
"Um, no. It's tender, but that's just from the bruise, right?" She asked concerned.
"Yes, it probably is, but we just have to keep an eye on it and make sure that it's not anything serious," he told her as he peaked at some of her bandages, "the ones an your arms look okay, but let's get your head changed because it's still draining a little, but that should stop during the night," he explained.
"Okay," Rachel nodded and tried to relax while her nurse, Katie, carefully removed the bandage on her head and changed it.
From where Puck was sitting he saw their parents and his sister arrived, so he got up and walked towards them, seeing Abby in David's arms and as soon as she saw Puck, she started reaching towards him, "hey baby girl," he smiled, taking her when David handed her over. Abby immediately snuggled into him, content to be with her dad, "I know someone who will be really happy to see you," he murmured to her.
"What's going on?" David asked, motioning to the closed curtain.
"Brad was doing an exam and now Katie is changing the bandage on her head," Puck replied, "you guys can come in," he told them, turning and walking back into Rachel's room and they followed, "look who's here," Puck said with a smile as he stepped around the curtain.
Rachel looked at him and smiled brightly, "Abby," she said softly as Katie finished taping the bandage down. At her voice Abby looked at Rachel and did the same thing she'd done to Puck moment's prior, so Puck moved around the bed and carefully handed her to Rachel and Rachel gladly took her into her arms, "hey baby girl," she murmured, "I've missed you so much," she told her, fighting tears in her eyes.
Puck slid back next to her and slipped his arms around her and Abby, "shh, don't cry," he whispered, "it's okay."
"I... I know, I just missed her and I... I... I almost went and picked her up to take her shopping with me today... If she had... She could have been in the accident, too," she sobbed.
"She wasn't," Puck assured her, "she's just fine, baby," he murmured, trying to calm her down so she didn't scare Abby.
Rachel leaned against him and nodded, taking a few deep breaths and carefully held Abby, kissing her, "I know," she said again and sighed, "I just can't help think that she could have been hurt."
"But she didn't get hurt, so you don't have to worry about that. She's alright and so are you," David told her truthfully as he moved towards her and kissed her gently on the forehead.
She smiled at him and reached out to hug him, calming down a little more, "thanks," she whispered.
"Anytime, sweetheart," David smiled.
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Brad spoken to the family briefly, but had to get going, so he told them who would be there that night and then 'goodnight', letting them have some time alone.
Rachel held Abby, but when Rachel started getting tired, she passed Abby to Puck who held her close and the three snuggled together while their parents and Arin sat in the room, everyone talking lightly.
It had been an emotional day for everyone and as it got later and people were starting to nod off, they knew it was time to leave, but as Puck passed Abby to his mom, the almost six-month old started fussing, crying and trying to reach for her parents and both Rachel and Puck felt horrible, which caused Rachel to start crying.
Puck stood up and while Deborah tried to calm Abby down, he put his hand on his daughter and she reached for him, so he took her back, doing his best to calm her down, "sh, sweetie, it's okay, it's just gonna be for tonight. Mommy is gonna be here tonight and daddy is going to stay here with her, but you gotta me good for grandma and all your grandpas," he murmured, while she slowly started to calm down.
"You should go with her," Rachel said softly, "she needs you, Noah. I know you want to stay here and I want you to, too, but Abby needs you home with her."
"But... I..." Puck looked at Rachel, "baby?"
Rachel bit her lip, "if I can't go home tonight, you should, as much as we don't want to be apart," she told him truthfully.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he sighed and nodded, "if you're sure, because I want to stay here with you."
"I know you do," Rachel smiled, "and I want you to stay, but we have to think about our daughter, too. She's scared and knows somethings going on that's not normal and if you go home with her, at least you're there and she won't be as confused, because she can't stay here tonight; this is no place for a baby."
Sitting back down on the edge of the bed with Abby still in his arms, he nodded reluctantly, "alright, I get your point," he agreed, "I'll go home with her, but if you need anything, you call me. I don't care if it's two in the morning."
"Thanks," she smiled at him.
"She won't be alone. David and I are staying here," Alan said honestly.
"Okay," Puck nodded, "um, I guess since I'm going home, when I come back, I can bring you clothes," he admitted.
"Yeah, that'd be nice," she agreed, sitting up a little to wrap her arms around him and Abby, kissing him on the lips and Abby on the forehead, "I love you both so much," she murmured.
Puck shifted one of his arms to hug her and the three snuggled together, "we love you, too, baby. See you tomorrow."
"I'll be here," she replied tiredly.
Kissing her forehead, he stood up and moved aside, giving his mom, dad and sister a chance to say 'bye' to her, before Deborah, Ethan, Arin, Puck and Abby left her room. Alan went with them, to unlock his SUV, so Puck could get his football bag and once he had it, Alan went back into the hospital and the Puckerman's piled into Ethan's SUV and headed home, dropping Puck off at school so he could get his jeep and drive home.
At home, Deborah helped Puck get Abby ready for bed and once she was laid down in her crib and started to fall asleep, he left the room, finding his mom in the kitchen fixing him a sandwich, "mom what are you doing?"
"You need to eat something," she said, handing him a plate with the sandwich on it, "you wouldn't have thought to do it."
He opened his mouth to respond, but agreed she was right, "thanks mom," he smiled lightly at her and slid into a chair to eat, realizing that he was hungry and hadn't eaten since that morning. After taking a few bites, he did start to feel better, but knowing his girlfriend was spending the night in the hospital; another night apart, he still felt bad. "Rachel will be home tomorrow, right?" He asked hopefully.
"I'm pretty sure she will be. She seems to mostly have cuts and scrapes and as long as she remains fine, and no other issues arise over night, she will be home tomorrow," Deborah replied, taking a seat near him.
"And the chances of her having other issues over night are slim, right?"
"Yes. There is always a chance that something could happen, but I'm sure she'll be okay," she explained.
"Good, because I don't want to spend another night apart. I get what she wanted me to come home; Abby needs normalcy and all, but after the rough night we had last night, and now tonight... I want my family back together," he murmured.
Deborah rested her hand on his shoulder and nodded, "I know, sweetheart, and you guys will be back together soon enough."
He sighed, pushing the empty plate away once he'd finished eating, "I don't know how I'm gonna sleep tonight."
"One step at a time and if you can't, just rest in bed. Rachel's going to be doing a lot of sleeping for a while, so you guys will have plenty of time to sleep once she's home," she promised.
"I take it she won't be going to school for a while?"
"I think she should take some time off, maybe the week to get feeling better, but she's young, strong and healthy, so she'll bounce back pretty quickly."
"Yeah, she does have that on her side," he agreed standing up, "I think I'm gonna go try and get some sleep. Thanks for everything mom," he said slipping his arms around her and hugging her, "I love you."
"I love you, too, Noah," she smiled, standing up to hug him, "if you need anything, call, and when you pack things for Rachel, pick something soft and comfortable to wear."
"Okay," he nodded and walked with her to the front door, "I was thinking the same thing," he agreed.
Deborah nodded and after hugging him once more, she left the house and walked home and Puck watched her get home before he closed and locked the front door and headed upstairs, checked on Abby first and then went into his and Rachel's room, hoping to lay down and get some sleep.
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Rachel let her eyes close and tried to push the scary images from her mind and as her thoughts raced, she still managed to drift off to sleep, but she couldn't stay asleep long, because with a concussion her nurse had to come in every couple hours to check her vitals and ask her some basic questions about who she is, where they are and things going on in every day life that she would know, to make sure her concussion had not gotten worse.
She was glad to have her dads there; she felt safe, but it wasn't the same safe feeling she had when she was snuggled against her boyfriend's chest, his strong arms around her and his warmth heating her no matter how cold it was in their room.
The minutes seemed to slowly tick by, but finally morning was there and she knew she was closer to going home.
"Morning," Brad said softly, stepping into her room just after seven.
"Hey Brad," she replied, turning her head to look at him, "can I go home yet?"
He laughed lightly, "not yet, but we'll see about this afternoon. We usually keep patients for twenty four hours after their accident, so soon," he told her.
"Alright," she settled with that response and Alan stirred in the chair he had been asleep in, "oh, good morning," he murmured.
"Morning, Alan," Brad nodded at him, "I see Noah didn't stay."
Rachel bit her lip a little, "um, Abby was pretty fussy when mom tried to take her from us and Noah got her settled down, so I suggested he go home and be with her," she explained.
"I see," Brad nodded in understanding, "I'm sure he'll spoil you plenty when you get home," he replied with a grin.
"He will," she assured him with a smile.
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Brad gave her another exam and had her nurse change all of her bandages. He was happy with how all her cuts looked; nothing looked infected, so he told them if she continued to progress as well as she was, he didn't see any need to keep her another night.
Rachel was happy to hear that and once Brad left to continue working, she relaxed a lot more, part of her worry also that something else would cause her to stay at the hospital longer.
Hearing footsteps in her room, she looked towards the door and smiled when she saw her boyfriend and their daughter in his arms, "hi!" She held out her arms for them as he walked in with his mom and sister.
"Hey, baby," Puck murmured pressing a kiss to her lips as he hugged her, passing Abby to her.
Abby snuggled up to her mom and Rachel hugged her tightly, "I missed you both so much," she commented, shifting a little so Puck could sit down on the bed next to her. "Hey mom, hey Arin. Where's dad?"
"He still had to work today, but hopes you're doing better. Are you?" Deborah asked.
"A little. Still very store, I didn't sleep much at all, but Brad said I could probably go home this afternoon as long as my vitals are still okay," she replied happily.
Puck kissed her gently, "I brought you some clothes and things you might want," he told her softly, motioning to the bag at the foot of the bed.
"Thank you," she smiled.
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The morning progressed and Rachel continued to show good signs, so when Brad came to check her over at noon, he was happy with how she was doing, so he started the process to let her go home. While he got the paperwork ready, Deborah and Puck helped Rachel change, while Alan, David and Arin entertained Abby. Once Rachel was dressed and a whole lot more comfortable in her own clothes and not the hospital gown, she took Abby back and Abby immediately snuggled against her and tried to wrap her little arms around her mom, "oh, sweetie, mommy's here," she murmured, "I'm right here and not going anywhere," she promised.
Brad came in with her release papers, "ready to go?" He asked with a smile.
Rachel nodded, "yes I am."
The doctor went over her release, telling her to keep taking Tylenol and Ibuprofen for the pain, if any, and to stay out of school for the week to recover. He made an appointment for her at ten-am on Friday with him, in his office, for a follow-up to make sure everything was continuing to go well and didn't want her over working herself.
"No school for a week?" She gasped, "what about Glee?"
"We'll deal," Puck promised her.
She sighed, but nodded, "alright."
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Leaving the hospital, Rachel was happy to get home and as soon as they were in the door, she sat down on the couch and relaxed. "I need a shower," she murmured.
"You need a nap first," Puck told her, seeing her half asleep already, and moved to the couch, fluffing up the pillow there and got her to lay down on it and then he threw the blanket on the back of the couch over her, "just take it easy."
David, Alan and Deborah watched from the foyer and smiled. "Well, if she's getting a nap, I think we should get one, too," Alan commented. "And it looks like Rachel's in good hands," he added with a smile.
Puck looked up, "you guys don't have to leave," he told them.
"Of course we don't, but Rachel does need some sleep and we do, too. We didn't sleep well and we're only a phone call away. You seem to have things under control, so we know our little girl is taken care of," David replied smiling.
"Thanks," Puck sat on the couch next to Rachel, who was already asleep and brushed some hair out of her eyes, "I'll do anything I can to take care of her," he admitted.
"We know and that means the world to know our daughter has found someone to care for her and we need sleep," Alan laughed lightly, "those hospital chairs are not comfortable."
"Neither are their beds," Rachel murmured from where she was dozing.
"Hey, I thought you were asleep. You should be napping," Puck told her.
"I will, but this is nice," she replied, looking at him.
David walked over, knelt down and kissed her forehead, "love you sweetheart. Dad and I are gonna go home and get some sleep. Do you need anything?"
"Not right now," she admitted, "love you guys, too. Are you going to work tomorrow?" She asked.
"No, we're taking a few days off to deal with insurance and other things. Noah can go to school and we'll come over tomorrow," Alan said, moving to kiss her cheek.
"I'm not going to school," Puck commented and at the glares from his mom, girlfriend and her dads, he sighed, "at least for a few days?" He asked hopeful.
"One or two days, but you need to be getting our homework, Noah. That's why I was glad we have all the same classes except one. I hoped that if one of us was sick or Abby was and we had to stay home, the other could get our work," Rachel said, waking up a little. "Dad and daddy will be here; I won't be alone, nor will I have to take care of Abby alone, in case I get tired or something," she explained.
"You know, you make it really hard to take care of when you make me go to school when you're at home," he muttered.
Rachel sat up and kissed him, "I know, but you can take care of me by getting my work. I have an excuse to get out of school for a while. You don't and while our teachers will be sympathetic, I don't want both of us to have a whole bunch of make up work to deal with," she told him, "please?"
He sighed, "alright, give me a few days off and then I'll go back and get our work," he promised, looking at Deborah, Alan and David, "is that okay?"
"Yes, that's alright," Deborah nodded with a smile and David and Alan agreed.
Hugging Rachel and telling her they love her, her dads said 'goodbye' and headed home, and Deborah and Arin went home, once Deborah put Abby down for a nap, so Puck could stay in the living room with Rachel.
"Do you need me to get you anything? Something to eat, some water?" Puck asked, once his mom and sister were gone.
"Um, yes, and yes," Rachel nodded leaning back on the pillow under the blanket, "and some Tylenol," she added.
"That was a given," he smirked, kissing her gently before standing up.
"Hey Noah?" She asked as he started to walk towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, babe?" He turned around to look at her.
"Could we talk... um... about Friday when you get back?" She requested softly.
He bit his lip, but nodded, "um, yeah, if you want to now."
"I want to talk about it so we can get past it," she admitted, motioning to the things she'd been looking at on the coffee table that upset him.
"Then we'll talk about it," he nodded, moving into the kitchen to get them something to eat and about ten minutes later, he returned with some snacks, water for them and the bottle of Tylenol, "here you go, babe," he said sitting down next to her on the couch and setting things on the table.
Rachel smiled and took the Tylenol first before the stuff she'd gotten at the hospital wore off much more and then began snacking on what he'd brought out and for a while all that was heard, their crunching on crackers and vegetables, until Rachel finally turned to her boyfriend, "so what pissed you off so much that you thought it best to accuse me of things that weren't even true?" She asked calmly.
Puck sighed, "we lost the football game for many stupid reasons and I was pissed about it. When I came home and saw all those spread out, I just... That was like the topping on the cake. I thought... I thought you were leaving and I... I just blew up... I know that's not a good excuse, but it's all I got. Everything I said I wish I could take back and I promise you that will never happen again and I'm so sorry," he told her.
"I believe you when you say it won't happen again and I know you're sorry, but it was our first real fight and you really scared me. You were just yelling and I wanted to explain, but you were being so stubborn I couldn't even get a word in and your accusations... To think, after everything I've promised you, you accuse me of abandoning you and Abby. That hurt more than anything, Noah. How could you possibly think after I've promised myself to you numerous times, that I'd just get up and walk away? I will never leave you or Abby and I know you being in the Navy will be tough, but I'm here and you're stuck with me forever, okay?"
"I know you are," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her gently, "I'm sorry."
She kissed him on the lips, "stop apologizing. I get it... But I..." She bit her nervously, "I... I was so scared I... I'm sorry to admit this, but I thought that you... I thought you were going to grab me or try to hit me," she whispered, looking away from him.
Puck rested his hand on her cheek until she looked back at him, "I will never, ever lay a hand on you or any of our children, in a violent way. I promise you that," he assured her.
Rachel choked back a sob as she leaned into him, "I'm so sorry I ever thought that, but I... you were not yourself, but now I know," she promised him.
"Good," he pulled her into his lap carefully, "and you don't have to apologize about that," he assured her, "I deserved it..."
She bit her lip, "I still feel horrible that I'd even think that. I know you enough to know you wouldn't do that."
"Don't, but," he paused, "maybe you could feel bad for leaving; that scared me," he said softly.
Rachel rested her hands on his cheeks and kissed him, "I'm sorry I left. I know that now. No matter how mad we get at each other, we should never leave home. I wasn't thinking of Abby and that's who I should have thought of first, not how mad I was at you or getting away from you to cool off. That's what the guest room or the couch is for," she told him, "I realize that now," she assured him, "I won't do that again."
"And I'll ever do that either," he replied, kissing her, "and I think we should agree that we never go to sleep mad at each other," he suggested.
She nodded, "yes, definitely," he wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, "we both made some mistakes that night, and I know things will be better now," she replied.
"Yes they will be," he agreed, "once we get you feeling better," he added, shifting to lay her back down on the couch, her head resting against the pillow, "sleep. We can talk more later."
"Okay," she motioned to the stack of books she'd gotten that caused their first fight, "I don't need New York anymore to be who I want to be and I wanted us to destroy those together," she explained. "That's what I was trying to tell you that night. I thought it would be a good way to show you I was serious about staying."
Puck bit his lip, then leaned over and kissed her, "how about we do that soon?" He suggested.
She nodded and wrapped her arms around him, "I love you, Noah, so much."
"I love you more," he replied, "and I'm so, so glad you're okay."
"Me too," she agreed and tugged him closer to her, "lay with me."
"Gladly," he nodded and moved to lay behind her, wrapping his arms around her and let her lean against him, and he then tugged the blanket over them, "sleep now, baby. Rest."
"Okay," she whispered as her body pulled her to sleep.
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A/N3: There we had their first fight and the conclusion. I hope you all enjoyed; review and let me know! I love writing this story. Expect some more progression starting in the next chapter.
A/N4: I've been off the past week and a half with a sprained ankle and I've been trying to write as much as I can, which is why I'm posting an update to all my WIPs today. I go back to work in a few days and want to give you guys something before I do.
A/N5: Though in my previous postings, I didn't mention this, but I'll mention it now. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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