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Rachel Berry had been replaying this scene in her mind for what seemed to be forever. She had begged him to stop the entire time. She had never stopped pleading. She was furious with herself. She had that stupid rape whistle in her purse for a reason! As much as she loved her dads, she wanted nothing more that to blame the fact that she hadn't been able to stop him on the fact that she never had a mother to teach her how to use a woman's intuition. She knew she was making excuses, pretty crappy ones at that, but she would do anything to keep her mind off of him and what he had done to her.

She gave up thinking and just stilled herself. After what felt like eternity, she force her heavy eyelids to open. It was dark. The school's parking lot had been empty when Jesse had attacked her. But it had still been light out then. How long had she been there? She attempted to raise herself a little so she could lean against the dumpster to her right. It was only then that she became aware of what kind of condition she was in.

Noah "Puck" Puckerman slowly slid his old beat up truck to a stop. Jumping out, he took in his surroundings. He hadn't been in this parking lot when it was empty since he had "defaced cheerio property," as Coach Sylvester put it. But he wasn't that guy anymore. Since he joined Glee club, he was somewhat, dare he say it, civil. Whatever. He didn't like over analyzing the situation. He liked Glee club. End of discussion.

Puck started to head towards the football stadium so he could get to his locker. He had a big game tomorrow and it was unlucky if his mom didn't shine his helmet. Laugh if you will, but one of these days that stupid superstition would pay off.

He made it to the side of the front of the school. He was in his own little world until he heard her. She was making little gasps, as if she couldn't breathe. He began to search for whoever was making those pitiful noises, but nothing could prepare him for what was behind the dumpster. Her pink skirt was shredded around her legs and her white sweater was a few feet away soaked in blood. she was left only in a bra, and her panties were obviously missing. His heart dropped at the sight of blood soaking her legs and the bruises swelling on her face.

"Rach" he breathed. All he got in response was a painful moan. He could literally feel his heart break as he knelt down beside her. He gently took her face in his hands and tried to wake her, "Rach? Come on, baby, wake up. Rachel its Noah, wake up!" He felt the panic rise right before her eyelids began to flutter open. Those big brown eyes looked at him with confusion.

"Noah?" she stammered before choking on her own blood.

He supported her as she tried to cough, soothing her with his voice, "Shh, it's gonna be okay." (What was he talking about! It was NOT going to be okay! Rachel would be forever traumatized and he was going to go to prison for killing the son of a bitch who did this.)

When she gasped for air and fell back towards the pavement his hands caught her. Her body seemed to go limp, so he gently eased his arms behind her back and under her knees, getting blood all over him. He lifted her with ease and cradled her against his chest. As he started to move back to the parking lot, she came to, moaning in pain. He tried his best to sooth her, but slowly he saw a tear trickle down her beaten face and land on his shirt. "It's okay Rach, I got ya," he whispered.

He thought she was passing out again until her perfect lips whispered his name, "Noah," she cried out in weakness.

"It's alright," he told her, "We're gonna get you to the hospital."

For some reason this was all Rachel needed to her to come back to life. Her eyes shot open and her fist clenched his flannel button down, "NO!" she cried out in terror.

Her loud cry brought him to a sudden halt in the empty parking lot. He stared down at her bloody face, dumbfounded, "Wh- What? Rach, baby, I gotta take you to the hospital!" What was she thinking?

"Noah, no!" Her eyelids were fluttering at an unusually rapid pace in effort to wake herself enough so she could get her point across. "I- I..." She took in a ragged breath, "I know who did...this. Please, Noah! Just take me home!" She broke out into sob.

She knows the guy? His mouth opened to ask but he stopped at the tears that were forming in her eyes. He couldn't bring himself to ask her to repeat the soon to be dead man's name. His heart was aching, he could see her wince at every breath, but she couldn't stop the tears. "Rach," he whispered, "I-"

"Noah, Please!" she whimpered. Noah couldn't take it anymore. He knew she needed to go to the hospital, but he also knew Rachel. She would walk her broken and unclothed body all the way home if that's what she had to do. Bruises, swelling, blood and all, she was able to put on her determined face, "I want to go home." she managed up as much strength as she could so it would sound forceful, but she knew it only sounded pitiful.

With a deep sigh Noah gave in and started back toward his truck. Rachel must have trusted him to do what she asked, because without another word she relaxed into his chest and just let the tears fall.

After a few moments of fidgeting around Rachel's legs, Puck managed to open the passenger door to his '64 ford truck. He moved as slow and gently as he could, but he notice how she wrenched up her face trying to hold back a scream as he sat her on the torn up seats. "Sorry," he whispered. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this helpless.

Author's Note: I completely support a woman reporting an assault and seeking medical attention. This is simply for the sake of my story.