HELLO! I have been working on this slowly but surely... AND HERE IT IS! Tell me what you think.

Song: Warning Sign by Coldplay


Warning Sign

Rachel slowly opened her eyes. For a second she didn't remember where she was. Then it all came back, the party, the dance with Brittany, coming up with Puck, talking and then falling asleep. Rachel sighed evenly, feeling better than she had in a long time. She enjoyed the warmth from Puck, and the golden light coming through the tall windows all around the library. She laid there, half asleep, when she heard a loud laugh from somewhere else in the house. She opened her eyes and saw that Puck had too.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said back, smiling.

"Bad dreams?" he asked, studying her face. He watched as her eyes widened happily.

"No," she whispered. Puck smiled. She looked gorgeous with the sun coming through, making her brown eyes glow. She buried her face in his chest, yawning. Puck gave himself a mental pat on the back. She no longer had circles under her eyes. They heard more voices and laughing downstairs.

"Wanna go join them?" Puck asked. Rachel pushed herself up a little bit, rubbing her still sleep-filled eyes. She bit her lip, looking at the big clock on the wall. Then she looked down at Puck, who was looking up at her, waiting for an answer. Their legs were tangled, bodies close. But Puck had never done anything last night to suggest wanting more. This was so unlike the old Puck.

"What are you thinking?" Puck asked, raising an eyebrow, she was looking at him, but he could see thoughts behind her eyes.

Out of nowhere, Rachel leaned down and kissed Puck. It was tentative and sweet. She pulled back, their noses touching. Both of them smiled slightly, then Rachel leaned down again, kissing him deeper.


Santana looked up as Rachel and Puck entered the kitchen, where the glee clubbers were all in the process of making a breakfast feast. Both were smiling. Rachel looked fantastic. She smiled at Santana and went to help Brittany with making coffee. Puck sat up on a bar stool across from where Santana was cutting up fruit.

"So," Santana said, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

"So," Puck replied, snagging a piece of pineapple from the cutting board.

"Anything you'd like to say?" Santana said, big sharp knife questionably poised.

"Alright chill," Puck said with a chuckle, "She kissed me."

"That's it?"

"What else was supposed to happen?" Puck asked. Santana raised her eyebrow once more, saying nothing, transferring her fruit into a bowl.

"Satan. Don't go there," Puck said lightly with another chuckle, but he looked in her eyes, and Santana saw the seriousness there that he had gotten this year staring firmly back at her. She gave him an approving nod and walked over to put her fruit on the table.


Rachel watched as Puck drove off. She walked in, changed into a comfortable Tshirt and sweatpants. She did laundry and then worked on her essay for English and her Chem assignment. Soon her brain was filled with equations, atomic numbers and frequencies, nothing sad entering her thoughts.

Rachel woke to the sound of the doorbell. She checked the clock. It was nine. She sighed and placed the textbook that she had had on her chest as she'd drifted off. She padded to the door and opened it. Her heart dropped in her chest as she did. Lisa. Flanked by a young guy and an older man.

"Hi Rach," Lisa said with a small sympathetic smile, "this is..." She paused, "Caitlyn's brother and grandpa."

Rachel had nodded, and her eyes had locked on the eyes of Caitlyn's brother. Bright green eyes looked at her curiously.

Lisa had rung the doorbell, unsure what to expect. She hadn't heard from Rachel in months, not since... The door opened. Her niece stood there. She watched as Rachel looked at each of them in turn, ending with Nate, latching onto his eyes. Caitlyn's eyes. They stood for an awkward moment of silence. Rachel came to herself, looking down as she stepped aside.

"Come in," she said softly. The three stepped inside, each having seen the watering eyes of Rachel, who was blinking to keep tears from falling.

"It's nice to meet you, little lady," Mr. Bell, Caitlyn's grandfather from her mother's side said, reaching out a big warm calloused hand. Rachel gave a small sad smile at the charming man and shook his hand.

"Mr. Bell?" She said, raising an eyebrow in askance.

"You can call me Joe. Mr. Bell was my father." Rachel nodded, liking the man immediately, with his warm twinkling eyes.

Rachel turned to Nate.

"Hi," she said, timidly meeting his eyes once again and once again felt a churning ache in the pit of her stomach.

"Should I start wearing sunglasses indoors?" He asked gently and good naturedly, with a small smile.

"Oh no... so-sorry," Rachel stuttered, looking down again, cursing herself for being so emotional. She looked up at Lisa out of the corner of her eye. Lisa stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist. Rachel put her arms around her aunts neck and breathed in the smell of her aunt.

"I love you," Lisa whispered.

"Love you too," Rachel murmured, pulling back.

"I'll um... get the guest bedrooms ready for you guys," Rachel said, briskly walking out of the room.

"That's the ray of sunshine that Caitlyn wouldn't stop talking about on Skype?" Nate said to Lisa.

"She was," Lisa whispered. She had hoped that Rachel had begun coping. Rachel looked so tired. When they'd hugged she'd felt thinner. She's missed her niece, who needed her more than ever now.


Rachel turned over in her bed for the thousandth time trying to get into a position where sleep could take her. No such luck. She turned over again. Caitlyn's brother's eyes kept flashing into her brain. Then the face would change to Caitlyn. She abruptly stood up, not letting her brain go down that line of thinking. She regretted this, reaching out to steady herself, as a wave of dizziness washed over her from moving too fast. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand, sinking down to sit on her bed.

Rachel: Caitlyn's brother and grandpa are here with Lisa

She waited, dropping her phone on the bed and rubbing her temples.

Puck: And are you okay?

Rachel: I'll get back to you on that.

Puck: Just breathe Rach, theyre here 4 u, theyre prolly worried about u

Rachel: Yes but... her brother has her eyes

Puck: Again, breathe. You are fine, and everything is okay.

Rachel sighed.

Rachel: I know, I'm prolly making too big of a deal bout this... I'm sorry if i woke u

Puck: It's okay. I'll get you in the morning and we can talk then, okay?

Rachel: Thank u noah

Puck: Anytime, nite rach :) stay strong

Rachel let out another big breath. She stood and quietly padded out of her room.

She made her way downstairs, to get some water, as she always did when she was sad.

"You can't sleep either," a rough voice said behind her. Rachel whirled, stopping just in time to not spill her water. It was Caitlyn's grandpa. He sat in an armchair in the living room just off the kitchen, dimly lit by a reading lamp, a box on his lap.

"No," Rachel said after a moment, walking over and sinking into a chair across from him. Sinking down, she pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Me either. You see, I have a dilemma."

"And what would that be?" Rachel asked with a small smile. She really liked this man. He was tall and had laugh lines around his eyes. He was still well built for somebody of his age, having the look of a man who had worked hard for his whole life. He held up a hand, asking for a moment to think. He stroked his chin and was deep in thought. Minutes later he looked back to Rachel.

"I don't know how to approach you. I loved my granddaughter. I know that you did as well. I saw you at the funeral you know. And I know that you didn't see anybody at the funeral. Not really. You were gone the second she was. And I understand that. My wife died ten years ago of cancer. I know that a piece of you goes with them and there isn't anything you can do to get that piece back. But we grow. We regenerate what is gone and fill it. There's still a crack... a scar. But we get better. I don't want to be the cause of a new rift," the man said slowly, watching as tears built up in the dark haired girl's eyes. Rachel shut her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Why would you cause a new rift?"

"See this box?" he said, gesturing to the box in his lap, "She left it for you."


Puck woke up the next morning and checked his phone again. He vaguely remembered the texts from Rachel, but they were real. He saw there was a new one for him.

Rachel: I have a ride. See u later

He shrugged and went about his morning, getting his sister ready and taking her and her friends to kindergarden. He got to school and didn't spot Rachel. He checked her favorite haunts, the auditorium, the glee room, the library. She wasn't to be found. The warning bell rang and Puck gave up, going to class. But nobody had seen her. By the end of the day he was beyond worried. He had just reached his truck when his phone vibrated in his pocket, it was beginning to rain hard.

Rachel: I'm at ur spot

He thought and then it hit him. It was the place where they'd had the bonfire. He jumped in his truck and drove like a madman.

He reached the spot and through the rain, he spotted Rachel's dad's big Suburban. He walked up, hearing her unlock it from the inside. He opened the door.

"Oh Rachel," he said, climbing inside gingerly. The backseat was huge and Rachel looked so small on the far side of the car seat. She was curled into herself, eyes closed, against the window. She wore a big sweatshirt and leggings. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She had the darkest circles under her eyes and they were red and irritated. He looked around. A sketch book was on the seat, with pictures spilling out of it. The top one was a sketch of a girl playing in the water on a beach, obviously Rachel. It had I love you, written in big loopy, decorative script. From the looks there were more. Rachel's laptop was open a video of Caitlyn obviously on it. Other CDs littered the floor in their cases. Puck gingerly shut the laptop and carefully arranged the sketches so they were all arranged neatly within. He slid across the seat, closing the door behind him. He encircled his arms around Rachel. She was still. He leaned back, looking into her eyes.

"Where did you get this stuff?"

"Her grandpa. Caitlyn made videos everyday of the summer, about me mostly, and life, and beauty and... us," her voice breaking on the last word, more tears falling, "and she had so many sketches and pictures," she said, nodding to a box in the front seat that said, FOR RACHEL in big letters. Puck held her tighter to his chest. He felt it was for nothing though. She didn't say anything else. Wrapped up in her thoughts. They sat like that for a while.

"Did you sleep last night?" Rachel shook her head no, looking out the window at the pouring rain, "Have you eaten today?" He watched as she shook her head no, frustration filling him, but he didn't show it. Coaxing her to drive home was no easy task. They dropped off Rachel's dads car and Puck brought her to his own house. His mother and sister were at a Daisy Scout meeting and wouldn't be back for several hours.

Rachel watched as Puck made fruit pizza, something that the two of them ha eaten all the time as a kid. Watching the big muscular football player carefully and precisely arrange the chopped fruit didn't fail to bring a smile to her unusually pale face. They dug in, Puck making sure that she ate. Then he led her to the couch and handed her the controls, something that was huge for him, someone who loved having the remote. She found West Side Story and began watching it. Puck watched intently, even when she fell asleep on his shoulder. He knew the musical was coming up, and he though he'd try out for Bernardo, sure he got killed, but he seemed like a cool guy.

His mother came in just as the credits were rolling. She took in the scene, looking confused, Puck gently layed Rachel's head down on a pillow and pulled a blanket over her. He had a whispered conversation with his mother. She nodded when he asked if Rachel could stay. She nodded and shushed Puck's sister, taking her back out to Breadstix, so the house would e quiet. Puck ate a sandwhich, starting his homework, having to refocus quite often since his mind kept going back to Rachel.


He woke in the chair next to the couch that had been previously occupied by Rachel, The Scarlet Letter still on his lap. He stood an rubbed his eyes. He heard noise upstairs and followed it. He peered in his room. Rachel sat on the bed holding his guitar, which was a little big for her. She was playing a few chords, she still wasn't that skilled, partly because her hands were so tiny. Then she began to sing.

A warning sign

I missed the good part, then I realised

I started looking and the bubble burst

She looked up and saw him.

I started looking for excuses

Come on in

She motioned him inside with her head.

I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in

I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones

That I started looking for a warning sign

She looked down, singing to a girl that could no longer listen.

When the truth is, I miss you

Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so

A warning sign

It came back to haunt me, and I realised

That you were an island and I passed you by

And you were an island to discover

Come on in

I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in

I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones

That I started looking for a warning sign

When the truth is, I miss you

Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so

Rachel shut her eyes tight.

And I'm tired, I should not have let you go

Oooooooo

She looked so tired, and so sad, Puck stepped forward, took the guitar and pulled her close to his chest. She finished the song sweetly.

So I crawl back into your open arms

Yes I crawl back into your open arms

And I crawl back into your open arms

Yes I crawl back into your open arms.