I know that I should be writing for Dancing Emotions, but so much has happened. Family problems, vaction, school. And I'm graduating high school on Sunday! Woohoo :) This is just a little something that wouldn't leave me alone, so here it is. Read and review please!

Sadly I don't own Glee!

"Open up please!" Rachel screamed as she pounded on the choir room door. "Please open the door." Suddenly the door opened and Rachel was pulled in to the room. She didn't have a chance to see who had pulled her in before she heard the lock clicking and was being pulled into someone's chest. She inhaled deeply to find the scent of clean air with a touch of lemon. "Noah," she said before bursting into tears.

"You're okay, Berry. It's okay settle down," Puck said leading Rachel over to the bleachers. He pulled out of the hug and pushed her hair out of her eyes. When he pulled his hand away he noticed something red on his fingers. "What happened, Rachel?" he asked now noticing the cut that went from the middle of her forehead to her right eyebrow. Rachel just continued to cry. "Berry, you need to tell me what happened? Are you hurt?" Puck asked grabbing her arms trying to get her attention.

"Ahh," she screamed backing away from Puck.

"It's me. Berry, it's me, Noah," Puck said softly. He saw her eyes come out of a daze as she looked up at him. "You have to tell me if you are hurt," he told her as he looked her up and down for anymore blood.

"I do not believe that I am hurt," she said. Leave it to Rachel to be polite during this. "Although my forehead does hurt a little bit."

"Maybe that has something to do with the huge fucking gash in your forehead."

"What? Oh my…" Rachel said touching her forehead and feeling the gash.

"Berry, what happened in the hallway?" Puck asked.

Rachel thought back to a few minutes ago. "I was at my locker when I noticed some hockey player coming towards me with a slushie. He was about to hit me with it when we heard the gunshots go off. I spun around to see where they had come from when I saw…when I saw the gunmen. I ran the other way, but I slipped on the slushie. I must have gotten the cut from the glass from the door that one of the bullets hit," Rachel explained.

"Well, it doesn't look too bad," he told her looking at the cut once more. "We just need something to stop the bleeding," he said looking around the room. Without finding something, he got up and found a scissors in one of the drawers. He cut a slit in his sleeve and ripped part of it off. "Here, just hold this on there," he told Rachel giving her the piece of the sleeve.

"Thank you," she told him holding the piece to her forehead. They sat in silence for a few moments before Rachel spoke up. "Noah?"

"What, Berry?"

"We're going to be okay, right?" she asked quietly.

Noah looked into her eyes. "Yeah, we will be fine," he told her. They sat around in silence again. "How's your head?"

"Um," Rachel said taking the piece of fabric off her forehead. "I don't know. Did it stop bleeding?"

Puck swiped his thumb over Rachel's cut. "You're good," he told her.

"Thanks," she said as she went to throw away the bloody fabric. As she turned to walk back to the bleachers, the doorknob started to jiggle. She stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes locked with Puck's.

Puck looked into Rachel's widened eyes and put his hands up telling her to stay still. His eyes went to the doorknob when it jiggled again. He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to Rachel. Once he was close enough, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. "Don't move," he whispered into her ear. He felt her tiny hands grabbed at material on his chest. He pulled her closer and held her tighter. "We are slowly going to move to Mr. Schue's office. We have to move together. And if I tell you to run, do it. Don't look back, just run to the office and lock the door. Got it?" he whisper asked. He felt Rachel nod her head against his chest. "Rach, answer me."

"Got it," she whispered gripping his shirt tighter.

"On the count of three, we are going to start moving. One, two," Puck started. He felt Rachel jump when the doorknob jiggled yet again. "You're fine. Three," he finished as he started towards the office. He pulled Rachel a little before she followed him. They were almost to the office when they heard another gun shot. Both of their heads turned towards the door. Rachel screamed when she saw that the door started to open. "Run," Puck yelled pushing Rachel towards the door.

"Noah!" she screamed as she was pushed unto the floor of the office. She heard the door shut tight and the lock click into place. "Noah," she yelled crawling over to where he had slid onto the floor. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she asked looking him over for any bleeding.

"I'm fine," he said holding her arms down. "Just let me think for a minute," he told her looking around the room. "Go into the corner and stay there," he told her looking at the only corner that couldn't be seen from the door. She did what he told her and watched as he peeked his head out the door window. He quickly shot back down, and scooted over to the corner with Rachel.

"Is someone out there?" She whispered.

"Yes. We have to stay quiet," he told her. He scooted closer to her, before sighing and pulling her into his lap. He felt her tense, before she relaxed in his arms. They heard someone moving around the choir room. Chairs and music stands were hitting the floor. Rachel curled into Puck more when the doorknob to the office jiggled. The gunman had gotten smart with the choir room door and tried to run into the door. The door jerked, but not much. Rachel turned her head into Puck's neck and he laid his chin on her head. He ran his hand up and down her arm trying to comfort her. The door jerked again and Puck knew that the lock wouldn't hold. "Rachel, you need to listen to me."

"What, Noah?" she asked not removing her head from his neck.

"This guy is going to get in here. You need to let me do all the talking and if there is any chance to escape you need to take it."

"I'm not leaving you, Noah," Rachel told him finally looking up into his eyes.

"You need to take any chance to escape," he told her again.

"I am not leaving you here alone," she repeated.

Puck was about to respond when the door burst open. He tightened his grip on Rachel as they both watched the gunman look around the office. He finally turned towards them and they could see the sick smile through his mask. "Well, well, Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman," the man said twirling his gun.

"How the fuck do you know who we are?" Puck asked slowly turning so Rachel was out of the man's sight.

"I think I hit the jackpot. Get up now," he yelled at them. Rachel started to get up, but Puck kept his grip on her. "Now!" he yelled pointing the gun at them. Slowly, Puck released his grip and they both stood up. Puck moved in front of Rachel to protect her. "I was hoping that I would run into you today, Rachel," he started. Rachel gasped at her name. "I searched for you. I finally came to the choir room hoping you would be in here. Oh and look here you are. Too bad we have company," he said looking at Puck. The gunman started to walk towards them, and Puck felt Rachel's hands come around his waist. The closer he got to them, the closer Puck pushed the two of them to the wall. Rachel buried her head into Puck's back not wanting to look at the gunman. "Don't be shy now," he said as he reached out to touch her hair.

"Don't touch her," Puck said through clenched teeth.

"I'll be doing the talking here," he said to Puck.

The gunman started to walk backwards, and Puck felt Rachel relax. "Now we all know that Rachel Berry isn't shy. Rachel Berry is the bossy, abrasive, shooting for my dreams, and won't stop till I get them hot piece of ass. I mean look at you at Sectionals. You blew everyone out of the water with your solo. I saw those dance moves. The way you looked into Finn's eyes. Hell you even sat on my lap when you were in the audience."

During the speech, Rachel went back to Sectionals. The gunman was there? He was watching her that whole time? Wait did he just say that I sat on his lap? She thought back even harder to her solo from Sectionals. She had went through the audience, but she had only sat on one person's lap. "Jacob?" she questioned speaking up for the first time.

"Ah, you finally figured it out," he said taking off his mask. "Good job."

"What the hell, Jew-fro?" Puck questioned squishing Rachel more into the wall. There was no way that he was letting Jacob get anywhere near Rachel.

"For two years, I have longed for you Rachel," he started looking directly at Rachel. "Those short skirts you wear. You wear them to tease me, don't you? I have dedicated my whole blog to you. I know that you like it, because you gave me your panties to stop the story about Quinn and Finn's baby from coming out. You almost showed me your bra for a good interview. I mean look at us on the bus to Sectionals, you couldn't get enough of me. So, why can't you just admit it? We belong together. Everyone knows it."

Puck and Rachel stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. "I don't feel the same way about you Jacob," Rachel stated slowly. "These are all things you have thought up in your head," she told him, coming out from behind Puck.

"No!" Jacob shouted suddenly. "You want to be with me just as much as I want to be with you."

"No, I don't. Now if you will just let Noah and I go, everything will be fine," Rachel tried to reason.

"You aren't going anywhere," Jacob told her. "In fact Puckerman, you can just leave me and Rachel alone."

"No way in hell," Puck said as Rachel grabbed his hand in a death grip.

"I think there is a way," Jacob said pointing the gun at Puck. Puck instinctively pushed Rachel behind him.

"Okay, Jacob. We can get through this without the gun. Why don't you just put it down and we will talk about it?"

"Very funny, Puck. You and I both know that without this gun, I have nothing."

"Please Jacob, just let us go. If you let us go, the police won't go as hard on you. I mean it's not like you shot anyone," Rachel stated. The three teens stayed silent for a moment. "You didn't shoot anyone, did you?"

"That's not the point!" he shouted still pointing the gun at Puck. "Now leave, Puckerman."

"I said I'm not going anywhere," Puck said.

"Well then, I'll just have to take care of you another way," Jacob said straightening his hold on the gun.

"No!" Rachel yelled wrapping her arms around Puck's waist. "I'll go with you. Just don't shoot Puck," she said letting go of Puck's waist and moved to his side.

"Rachel, I'm not leaving you alone," Puck told her.

"I'll be fine," she told him giving his hand a squeeze before looking at the gun. "Jacob would never hurt me, would you?" she asked sweetly moving slowly towards Jacob.

"Of course not," he said watching Rachel walk closer to him.

"I mean you finally got it. I have wanted you these last two years so much. Your blog makes me feel so special," Rachel said before stopping in front of Jacob. "So, what do you say we put this silly gun down, and go somewhere?" she asked. "Alone," she whispered. She watched Jacob start to lower the gun.

"How do I know this isn't some plan?" he asked.

"Oh Jacob," Rachel giggled touching his arm, "I would never joke about this." She watched as the gun finally lowered to his side. "Just put it on the table, so we can get out of here," she whispered to him.

"I don't know about this," he said hesitantly looking at Puck.

"Forget about him. Focus on me," Rachel whispered into his ear before lightly tugging his ear with her teeth. Overcome with emotion, Jacob set the gun down. Rachel quickly pushed the gun to the floor. Puck saw that Jacob was going for it, so he ran towards him. He pushed Rachel out of the way and dove for the gun. "Noah!" Rachel screamed as she watched them wrestle with the gun. She screamed even louder when the gun went off, and both of them rolled away from each other. "Oh my God!" she said rushing over to Puck. "Noah, say something. Please, talk to me." Rachel searched his body for any wounds, and when she didn't find any she looked into his eyes. "Oh Noah," she said when they locked eyes.

"I told you we would be okay," he whispered. They both slowly looked towards Jacob, who now had a bloody stain spreading over his stomach. "Don't look," Puck said pulling her to him. She buried her head in her neck, trying to get the image of Jacob out of her mind. "Come on, we have to get out of here and get to the cops," he told her before gently pushing her off him. They both stood up, and he directed her around Jacob. Once they were out of the choir room, they ran to the nearest exit. As soon as they got outside they were surrounded by the police. The police tried to separate them, but Rachel would not let go of Puck. And Puck would never admit it, but he didn't want to let go of Rachel either.

So here they were now, sitting in the back of the ambulance, Puck with his arm around Rachel holding her close, and Rachel snuggled into his side. They had a blanket around the both of them. They had been questioned by the police, and were waiting for their parents to get them. There was some commotion, and they both looked up from their comfortable silence to see Jacob being pushed out on a stretcher. "Don't look, babe," he told her pulling her closer. She turned her head into his chest, so she wouldn't have to watch Jacob again. "I can't believe that son of a bitch lived," Puck commented quietly. They sat for a few more minutes in silence.

"Thank you," Rachel whispered breaking the silence.

"For what?" Puck asked confused.

"You saved me. You kept your promise that we would be fine. While I don't know about fine mental, but you kept us both safe physically," she started to ramble.

"Berry," Puck said cutting her off.

"Yes, Noah?" she asked looking up at him.

"Shut up," he told her before gently kissing her.

He pulled away and couldn't help but laugh at her dazed eyes. "Okay," she said snuggling back into him.