Glee - Long Live The Car Crash Hearts
Title: Long Live The Car Crash Hearts
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Puck, Brittany/Santana, mentioned Quinn/Mercedes and Matt/Mike
Rating: PG-13 for excessive use of the F-word and gore
Warnings: Character death and lots of swearing
Summary: On the way back from a football game, there is an accident
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I'm only playing with it. And I don't own the title, it's from Fall Out Boy
Notes: This story are my brain and wouldn’t leave me alone until I finished it.
Puck had never seen anything so horrible in his life, even in movies. One moment he was sitting with Finn talking about what they were going to do when they got back from their first away game of the season, the next thing he knows the bus is upside down and Finn is nowhere to be seen and no memory of what happened in-between saved for a lot of screaming from a few Cheerio’s and football players. As soon as everything settles, and by settles, Puck means the bus isn’t going to be trying to do anything Brittney worth flips again in the near future, Puck realizes he can’t hear anything over the screams of all the passengers on the bus screaming out the names of their friends and even though Puck can scream pretty loud, there is no way anyone would be able to make out the sounds over the mash of words and cries.
So Puck sits for a moment, gathering his thoughts and doing inventory on himself. There is a cut that starts on his left knee and curves down to his ankle that’s bleeding like a motherfucker, but thank god isn’t very deep. Standing up slowly, trying to put pressure on that leg. “Son of a Bitch!” He cries, but continues to bring himself to standing. There is a sharp pain running up the side of his leg and if it was normal circumstances he would just sit back and let the JV cheerleaders come and carry him off because a guy as sexy as him was a sex symbol, at least to the measly little JV cheerleaders, but he had had worst injuries in the past and he wasn’t about to sit around and wait when his friends were somewhere around there, possibility dead. Fuck, no. Not dead. Alive. There was no way in hell Puck would be able to stand it if that happened.
Making his way to the back of the bus, he could see Karofsky of all people had gotten the emergency exit open and was helping people off the bus. If there was ever a sign that they were all fucked it was that. Normal Puck would have ignored Karofsky, even if he was doing something notably honorable, but there was nothing normal about their bus flipping over, so Puck just gave a nod, which was equivalent of a good job in Puck’s eye. Apparently that wasn’t good enough for Karofsky, who grabbed Puck’s upper arm, albeit it was gentle which freaked the fuck out of Puck, but it was still contact and Puck was just about to swing at him because there were very few people that could just grab Puck and he needed to go find those people before all the worst case scenarios could enter his mind because there were no fucking way any of those could be real. But before he gets a chance to swing his fist Karofsky is whispering in his ear, “If you see Ryan, could you tell him to come find me?”
Puck blinks for a second before he realizes, Holy Fuck, Karofsky actually cares about Azimio. For a moment he really wishes he could take it in, make a few gay jokes, and then hold it over his head for the rest of their high school years but there is a broken look in Karofsky’s eye and fuck if Puck wasn’t sure his eyes were reflecting the same fucking thing. “Sure man. I promise. You see any Glee kids; you’ll point them my way, right dude?” Karofsky nods and that’s all Puck needs to jump out the back window.
A hiss escapes his lips when his legs hit the ground, but fuck, if he thought the bus was a horror site, the outside was a horror movie meets a warzone. There are bodies on the ground that aren’t moving and there are people covered in blood running around screaming the names of everyone they knew. As much as he wants to scream out the names of his friends, he doesn’t want think his voice was going to be very loyal to him at the moment. There are a few bodies that are laying in bloodly heaps in no order. Puck is really glad that he has a good gag reflex or dinner would be sprayed across the ground because between the bodies and the metallic smell blood and the fact that these people are his friends, or at least people he knew, is enough to make him feel weak. He can’t remember what it feels like when his father left, but every time he passes a body it’s like a knife in the gut and he’s pretty sure that’s exactly how he felt when he was eight and his dad walked out the door. Only right now he didn’t have his best friend to hug him and give him half his cookie because his best friend disappeared and Puck really hoped it wasn’t for good.
And then it happens, his first face. It wasn’t how he expects it. He expects it to come up to him, to say hi or thank god or whatever you were supposed to say in this kind of situation, but that’s not how it happens. If he hadn’t been looking at the ground, he wouldn’t have seen it, but there it was. Dark hair, neon sneakers, letterman’s jacket, mouth opened in a silent scream, and eyes wide. Mike. That one thought lowers him to a crouching position, touching his face softly. It was too cold and sticky to be skin. Puck hates it, but he can’t help but think that he is not going to be the one to tell Matt. Really, he knows this is going to break the silent football player. All they needed to do was look at each other and it was clear, hell even Finn could tell they were in love. And now one half of that was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky instead of into the other’s eye and nothing was going to bring him back.
“Puck!” Someone yells before pulling him up onto his feet and into a hug. Puck doesn’t even need to look, there is only one person that Puck knows that could lift him off his feet like that and Puck’s arms already had moved to wrap around the other body, bring him as close as he could. There was a hiss of pain, but no request to stop, and Puck did not plan to stop for anything short of that.
Leaning slightly against the body, Puck allowed himself one moment not to be Puck, but to be Noah, the boy who didn’t give a fuck about looking like a pussy in front of the whole school. And if Noah wanted to whisper, “Finn,” softly even though it sounded really gay, than who really gave a fuck because one if his friends was lying on the ground dead but right now at least he wasn’t alone. And even though Finn’s arm is hanging from a weird angle and he’s pretty sure there are a few broken ribs, his best friend is alive and just for a moment Puck feels sappy enough to think that it could all be already. Except there is a dead body of one of their friends next to them, and that is really killing the optimistic mood.
It didn’t take a genius to tell that Finn was staring at the body next to them, so Puck broke away, giving Finn a small nudge. “Have you seen anyone else?” He didn’t want to say the words alive, because that would mean there were dead and Mike really wasn’t going to be coming back.
Finn shook his head. “No, just you. I was looking for Kurt. He was on the other bus. Have you?” Finn’s eyes moved to Mike, “Anyone else I mean…”
“No. I was trying to find the others,” Puck really didn’t like that the only other person he found was dead, but he doesn’t say that. “Should we split up? You know, cover more ground?” And Puck has to tilt Finn’s head so he’ll stop looking at Mike because Puck may be an ass, but Noah isn’t about to sit by and watch his friend’s heart break before his eyes.
Finn bits his lip for a moment and Puck can see the wheels working in his head before he nods. “Yeah, I’ll look over here,” Finn says pointed over to the bus they came from. “Send Kurt my way, if you see him? I’ll send Sam your way if I see him.”
And that is one of the reasons Puck loved Finn, because Finn never really made him say what he needed, he just knew. Puck nods and gives Finn another hug because damn, they survived and if that didn’t deserve a hug he didn’t know what did. And with one last look Puck dragged himself off to the other bus. Puck really curses the fact that this happened in the middle of nowhere because really, there should have been help by now. But of course luck would have it that they weren’t lucky though they did have Sue Sylvester on their side, so he was half surprised there wasn’t a wall of people jumping to help out of fear.
A cry fluttered though Puck’s ear, and if Puck was in a better mood, he would have laughed at the fact that he could identify the person crying based on how loud and the pitch of the cry. Looking around he sees her, blond hair falling out of her normally immaculate ponytail. No, she didn’t look like one of the strong girls that walked the hall, she looked like the little girl he used to tease for no reason other than she was pretty and that made her an easy target. There is blood all over her body, but he can’t see where any of the wounds are. “Quinn?”
The crying stops for a moment as she looks up, blinking back the tears before throwing herself into his arms, pulling him closer to the ground. “Puck! It hurts. It’s really hurts.” She chokes out.
“What, what hurts.” Puck says, hands wandering her body and he’s half surprised that even in the pain she doesn’t slap his hands away because last time she let his hands roam her body like that she ended up pregnant. Silently, she lowers her skirt to her hip and he can see a gash that is too deep and too be bloody to be anything but dangerous. “Fuck.” He says, taking off his top.
As gently as possible, he tries to wrap it against the wound. “Watch it!” Quinn sneers and for a moment it’s normal, but only for a moment because then her face falls to pain again and she whispers, “It hurts.” And fuck it he thought ‘Quinn’s pregnant, she’s keeping the baby’ was tough to hear, this was just torture the way she kept repeating those two, sad words over and over again.
The shirt was already soaked with blood and he hadn’t even sponged up the whole wound. It didn’t take a genius to see that Quinn was dying. “Fuck! Can we get some help over here?” Puck shouts, not caring anymore about if he can be heard or not. Damn it, he was Puck, everyone should listen to him like they do, jumping out of his path as he walks down the hall of school.
“Puck?” A voice calls, it’s far away but as it gets closer he could hear another gasp, “Quinn?”
“San,” Quinn say’s holding out her arms for the Latino. Puck really wishes the situation was different because he would have loved to tease the two of them about the little nickname. But right now, Santana was taking off her Cheerio’s top, when did he stop caring about the fact that a girl was willingly taking her top off, and using it to put pressure on the side.
Santana looked pissed, “Have either of you seen Brittney?” Quinn and Puck both shake their head.
“I saw Finn,” Puck offers and he can hear Quinn’s sigh of relive over her fake baby daddy.
Santana grabs Puck’s hands and places them over the top. He can see the cuts all along her arms, but none of them look any worse than his leg. “Hold this; I’m going to see if I can get help.”
Puck doesn’t even get to agree before Santana is running off to god knows where, leaving him with a crying Quinn. “Come on, quit crying. It’s not like you’re going to die. You can go back to school and everyone will treat you like a fucking queen because you survived. Maybe Rachel will give you a solo.” It was a joke; Rachel giving up a solo was like a five year old that wanted to go to the dentist, even if it did happen, it wasn’t right.
Quinn clearly didn’t hear him because she softly placed her hands over his, “It’s nice of you to try Puck, but it’s no use. I’ve read books, I know how much blood loss is too much, and there is just too much blood.” There was a pause as her voice broke. “I guess I was never meant to get out of Lima. I’m going to die without seeing the world.”
Leaning over, Puck lightly slapped her, figuring she was going into shock or something like that. And if normal crying girls were nuts, the ones he shock he was better were going to be worse. “Puck, you’re going to make a great daddy some day. You could adopt, just like Beth was, and you can treat her like the princess you would have treated Beth. I’m sure Sam would be a good daddy too. And Brittany and Santana. You guys should all adopt.”
At first Puck was pretty sure Quinn was just rambling until. “Promise me that you tell Mercedes I love her.”
Fuck, “Wait, what?” Puck spits out.
“I love her,” Quinn says, putting her hands over Puck’s. They’re too cold, like popsicles and he really just wants this blood to go back into her and warm up her hands because that would solve to problems. “I’m in love with Mercedes Jones.” Quinn tries to cry out for all to hear but it comes out as more of a croak and she whimpers.
“Okay, okay we get it, you love Mercedes. “ Puck says trying not to shutter because, dude, that was too weird. Kind of hot, but weird.
Quinn is just about to say something when. “What the hell happened over here?” Can bursting through the air and sent a cold chill up Puck’s back. “Q, I expected more out of you. As a Cheerio you’re expected to withstand more of a disaster than that. I am seriously disappointed in you. Do I have to give your position to jugs over there?”
If there was one person who could come out of this without a drop of blood on her, it was Sue Sylvester. And there she stood, red track suit without a drop of blood or hair out of place. Puck couldn’t help but wonder if she made a pact with the devil or something because there was no way she could escape from there looking as though she just stepped right off the bus. Behind her Santana bit her lip watching over her friend. “You, move.” She says as she physically kicks Puck out of the way. “You think you’re in pain, try watching a castration, that’s painful.”
An involuntary wince spread through Puck and little Puck because damn if that didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world. “Ms. Sylvester, I don’t think -“
“That’s right, you don’t think. That’s why I’m here. I know what’s best don’t question me.” Sue barks, and damn if Puck didn’t think she would kill anyone to get her way. “You two, go look for some other, I got this.” She doesn’t even look at them when she says it, but instead places her hands over Santana’s top and presses down making Quinn cry out.
“But-“Santana starts.
“I don’t care what you have to say Boob’s McGee, I don’t need you around here. Why don’t you go look for someone else?” And there is no question about who she means, she means Brittany and they all know it. “And don’t think this top is coming out of my budget. I expect you in a new top tomorrow morning.”
“Of course.” Santana says, grabbing Puck’s hand and dragging him off, not bothering to release it once they start walking. As they walked they noticed that the number of living people slowly deteriorated until they were the only two walking by the front of the Cheerio’s bus. Puck felt a pain in his stomach, he had expected to see Sam by now, and he was pretty sure Santana felt the same way about Brittany.
Puck was about to ask her if she was still hopeful when she let out the loudest, most painful cry he had ever heard. “BRITTANY!” She cried and ran to the side of the bus where it had tipped. The bus had fallen and trapped Brittany’s underneath from the waist down. Her eyes were closed and there were so many other bodies around but one of them stood out to Puck.
Blonde hair that was streaked with red highlights as blood dripped from a large head wound, Puck’s hoodie was worn loosely over the body, and high right hand intertwined with Brittany’s left. “Sam.” Puck let out the breath he had been holding as he whispered the name falling next to the blond boy. He tried to shift Sam into his arms, but he held tight onto Brittany’s hand. He can hear Santana sobs of Brittany’s name. But it’s forgotten the second he catches the pair of gray eyes, pupils dilated weird, staring unfocused at him. And fuck, he really doesn’t care how sappy the words “Babe,” are and how his hands instantly cup Sam’s face. Something about the fact that Sam was alive, and looking at him made him feel like he really didn’t care how gay this moment was.
“I couldn’t leave her.” He whispers and damn if it doesn’t break Puck’s heart as Sam turns to look at Brittany, still holding her hand tight. “She was so scared,” He looks up at Santana, “She kept calling for you, but you wouldn’t come. I couldn’t leave her. I wanted to go find you, both of you, but I couldn’t leave her. I was scared.”
And with that Santana gives Puck a look at Puck translate to shut your boyfriend up, so Puck leans down and places a small kiss on Sam’s lips. He wants to tell Sam that it’s okay, that Brittany will be and dancing in no time, and Quinn will be fine, that Mike isn’t dead, but he can’t bring himself to say anything but, “I love you.”
There is a pause, and even Santana looks up for a moment, staring long and hard at Puck. There are only four people in his life that he has said I love you to. One is his father, his one last plea before his dad walked out the door. The next was his mom, but as a kid who doesn’t tell their mom they love them. The other is his sister, mostly when she’s asleep. The last is Finn, but that’s not something they tend to go around saying, but they’ve said it before and they know and that’s all that really matters. He’s implied love so many other times, but saying it has always been something he’s never been good at. Hell even when Quinn asked all he could say was yes, not even the real words. But none of those times have ever felt the way it felt when he says it to Sam. Puck is pretty sure if it hadn’t been for the crash, he would have never said them so soon, but he didn’t want to wait for eventually to come because there were a million other disasters that could happen between then and later and each of them could kill them and Puck wasn’t going to risk waiting.
A dazed smile spreads across Sam’s fact as he leans for a kiss, only to be pulled back down by the force of Brittany’s hands. A gasp falls from Santana’s lips as she scrambles forward. “B, you here. Please. Please, say something, anything.”
“I know you told me sex isn’t dating.” Brittany says, her voice filled with pain and eyes closed tight, but still gripping both Sam and Santana. “But what is love?”
Santana leaned forward, placing a small kiss on Brittany’s forehead. “That’s us. That’s forever.”
“Oh good. That’s so much better than dating. How long is forever though?”
“Forever is a hundred years. So you got to hold on, got it B?” Santana cries.
A small spreads across Brittany’s lips. “Okay, but only if Puck and Sam can stay with us, cause Sam kept telling me how much he loves Puck. And we might as well all be together forever.”
Puck smiles as he pulls Sam to lean against him, wrapping his arms around him careful of the scrapes and cuts as Santana grips Brittany’s hand till her knuckles are turning white. “Sure Britt, forever.”
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Puck, Brittany/Santana, mentioned Quinn/Mercedes and Matt/Mike
Rating: PG-13 for excessive use of the F-word and gore
Warnings: Character death and lots of swearing
Summary: On the way back from a football game, there is an accident
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I'm only playing with it. And I don't own the title, it's from Fall Out Boy
Notes: This story are my brain and wouldn’t leave me alone until I finished it.
Puck had never seen anything so horrible in his life, even in movies. One moment he was sitting with Finn talking about what they were going to do when they got back from their first away game of the season, the next thing he knows the bus is upside down and Finn is nowhere to be seen and no memory of what happened in-between saved for a lot of screaming from a few Cheerio’s and football players. As soon as everything settles, and by settles, Puck means the bus isn’t going to be trying to do anything Brittney worth flips again in the near future, Puck realizes he can’t hear anything over the screams of all the passengers on the bus screaming out the names of their friends and even though Puck can scream pretty loud, there is no way anyone would be able to make out the sounds over the mash of words and cries.
So Puck sits for a moment, gathering his thoughts and doing inventory on himself. There is a cut that starts on his left knee and curves down to his ankle that’s bleeding like a motherfucker, but thank god isn’t very deep. Standing up slowly, trying to put pressure on that leg. “Son of a Bitch!” He cries, but continues to bring himself to standing. There is a sharp pain running up the side of his leg and if it was normal circumstances he would just sit back and let the JV cheerleaders come and carry him off because a guy as sexy as him was a sex symbol, at least to the measly little JV cheerleaders, but he had had worst injuries in the past and he wasn’t about to sit around and wait when his friends were somewhere around there, possibility dead. Fuck, no. Not dead. Alive. There was no way in hell Puck would be able to stand it if that happened.
Making his way to the back of the bus, he could see Karofsky of all people had gotten the emergency exit open and was helping people off the bus. If there was ever a sign that they were all fucked it was that. Normal Puck would have ignored Karofsky, even if he was doing something notably honorable, but there was nothing normal about their bus flipping over, so Puck just gave a nod, which was equivalent of a good job in Puck’s eye. Apparently that wasn’t good enough for Karofsky, who grabbed Puck’s upper arm, albeit it was gentle which freaked the fuck out of Puck, but it was still contact and Puck was just about to swing at him because there were very few people that could just grab Puck and he needed to go find those people before all the worst case scenarios could enter his mind because there were no fucking way any of those could be real. But before he gets a chance to swing his fist Karofsky is whispering in his ear, “If you see Ryan, could you tell him to come find me?”
Puck blinks for a second before he realizes, Holy Fuck, Karofsky actually cares about Azimio. For a moment he really wishes he could take it in, make a few gay jokes, and then hold it over his head for the rest of their high school years but there is a broken look in Karofsky’s eye and fuck if Puck wasn’t sure his eyes were reflecting the same fucking thing. “Sure man. I promise. You see any Glee kids; you’ll point them my way, right dude?” Karofsky nods and that’s all Puck needs to jump out the back window.
A hiss escapes his lips when his legs hit the ground, but fuck, if he thought the bus was a horror site, the outside was a horror movie meets a warzone. There are bodies on the ground that aren’t moving and there are people covered in blood running around screaming the names of everyone they knew. As much as he wants to scream out the names of his friends, he doesn’t want think his voice was going to be very loyal to him at the moment. There are a few bodies that are laying in bloodly heaps in no order. Puck is really glad that he has a good gag reflex or dinner would be sprayed across the ground because between the bodies and the metallic smell blood and the fact that these people are his friends, or at least people he knew, is enough to make him feel weak. He can’t remember what it feels like when his father left, but every time he passes a body it’s like a knife in the gut and he’s pretty sure that’s exactly how he felt when he was eight and his dad walked out the door. Only right now he didn’t have his best friend to hug him and give him half his cookie because his best friend disappeared and Puck really hoped it wasn’t for good.
And then it happens, his first face. It wasn’t how he expects it. He expects it to come up to him, to say hi or thank god or whatever you were supposed to say in this kind of situation, but that’s not how it happens. If he hadn’t been looking at the ground, he wouldn’t have seen it, but there it was. Dark hair, neon sneakers, letterman’s jacket, mouth opened in a silent scream, and eyes wide. Mike. That one thought lowers him to a crouching position, touching his face softly. It was too cold and sticky to be skin. Puck hates it, but he can’t help but think that he is not going to be the one to tell Matt. Really, he knows this is going to break the silent football player. All they needed to do was look at each other and it was clear, hell even Finn could tell they were in love. And now one half of that was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky instead of into the other’s eye and nothing was going to bring him back.
“Puck!” Someone yells before pulling him up onto his feet and into a hug. Puck doesn’t even need to look, there is only one person that Puck knows that could lift him off his feet like that and Puck’s arms already had moved to wrap around the other body, bring him as close as he could. There was a hiss of pain, but no request to stop, and Puck did not plan to stop for anything short of that.
Leaning slightly against the body, Puck allowed himself one moment not to be Puck, but to be Noah, the boy who didn’t give a fuck about looking like a pussy in front of the whole school. And if Noah wanted to whisper, “Finn,” softly even though it sounded really gay, than who really gave a fuck because one if his friends was lying on the ground dead but right now at least he wasn’t alone. And even though Finn’s arm is hanging from a weird angle and he’s pretty sure there are a few broken ribs, his best friend is alive and just for a moment Puck feels sappy enough to think that it could all be already. Except there is a dead body of one of their friends next to them, and that is really killing the optimistic mood.
It didn’t take a genius to tell that Finn was staring at the body next to them, so Puck broke away, giving Finn a small nudge. “Have you seen anyone else?” He didn’t want to say the words alive, because that would mean there were dead and Mike really wasn’t going to be coming back.
Finn shook his head. “No, just you. I was looking for Kurt. He was on the other bus. Have you?” Finn’s eyes moved to Mike, “Anyone else I mean…”
“No. I was trying to find the others,” Puck really didn’t like that the only other person he found was dead, but he doesn’t say that. “Should we split up? You know, cover more ground?” And Puck has to tilt Finn’s head so he’ll stop looking at Mike because Puck may be an ass, but Noah isn’t about to sit by and watch his friend’s heart break before his eyes.
Finn bits his lip for a moment and Puck can see the wheels working in his head before he nods. “Yeah, I’ll look over here,” Finn says pointed over to the bus they came from. “Send Kurt my way, if you see him? I’ll send Sam your way if I see him.”
And that is one of the reasons Puck loved Finn, because Finn never really made him say what he needed, he just knew. Puck nods and gives Finn another hug because damn, they survived and if that didn’t deserve a hug he didn’t know what did. And with one last look Puck dragged himself off to the other bus. Puck really curses the fact that this happened in the middle of nowhere because really, there should have been help by now. But of course luck would have it that they weren’t lucky though they did have Sue Sylvester on their side, so he was half surprised there wasn’t a wall of people jumping to help out of fear.
A cry fluttered though Puck’s ear, and if Puck was in a better mood, he would have laughed at the fact that he could identify the person crying based on how loud and the pitch of the cry. Looking around he sees her, blond hair falling out of her normally immaculate ponytail. No, she didn’t look like one of the strong girls that walked the hall, she looked like the little girl he used to tease for no reason other than she was pretty and that made her an easy target. There is blood all over her body, but he can’t see where any of the wounds are. “Quinn?”
The crying stops for a moment as she looks up, blinking back the tears before throwing herself into his arms, pulling him closer to the ground. “Puck! It hurts. It’s really hurts.” She chokes out.
“What, what hurts.” Puck says, hands wandering her body and he’s half surprised that even in the pain she doesn’t slap his hands away because last time she let his hands roam her body like that she ended up pregnant. Silently, she lowers her skirt to her hip and he can see a gash that is too deep and too be bloody to be anything but dangerous. “Fuck.” He says, taking off his top.
As gently as possible, he tries to wrap it against the wound. “Watch it!” Quinn sneers and for a moment it’s normal, but only for a moment because then her face falls to pain again and she whispers, “It hurts.” And fuck it he thought ‘Quinn’s pregnant, she’s keeping the baby’ was tough to hear, this was just torture the way she kept repeating those two, sad words over and over again.
The shirt was already soaked with blood and he hadn’t even sponged up the whole wound. It didn’t take a genius to see that Quinn was dying. “Fuck! Can we get some help over here?” Puck shouts, not caring anymore about if he can be heard or not. Damn it, he was Puck, everyone should listen to him like they do, jumping out of his path as he walks down the hall of school.
“Puck?” A voice calls, it’s far away but as it gets closer he could hear another gasp, “Quinn?”
“San,” Quinn say’s holding out her arms for the Latino. Puck really wishes the situation was different because he would have loved to tease the two of them about the little nickname. But right now, Santana was taking off her Cheerio’s top, when did he stop caring about the fact that a girl was willingly taking her top off, and using it to put pressure on the side.
Santana looked pissed, “Have either of you seen Brittney?” Quinn and Puck both shake their head.
“I saw Finn,” Puck offers and he can hear Quinn’s sigh of relive over her fake baby daddy.
Santana grabs Puck’s hands and places them over the top. He can see the cuts all along her arms, but none of them look any worse than his leg. “Hold this; I’m going to see if I can get help.”
Puck doesn’t even get to agree before Santana is running off to god knows where, leaving him with a crying Quinn. “Come on, quit crying. It’s not like you’re going to die. You can go back to school and everyone will treat you like a fucking queen because you survived. Maybe Rachel will give you a solo.” It was a joke; Rachel giving up a solo was like a five year old that wanted to go to the dentist, even if it did happen, it wasn’t right.
Quinn clearly didn’t hear him because she softly placed her hands over his, “It’s nice of you to try Puck, but it’s no use. I’ve read books, I know how much blood loss is too much, and there is just too much blood.” There was a pause as her voice broke. “I guess I was never meant to get out of Lima. I’m going to die without seeing the world.”
Leaning over, Puck lightly slapped her, figuring she was going into shock or something like that. And if normal crying girls were nuts, the ones he shock he was better were going to be worse. “Puck, you’re going to make a great daddy some day. You could adopt, just like Beth was, and you can treat her like the princess you would have treated Beth. I’m sure Sam would be a good daddy too. And Brittany and Santana. You guys should all adopt.”
At first Puck was pretty sure Quinn was just rambling until. “Promise me that you tell Mercedes I love her.”
Fuck, “Wait, what?” Puck spits out.
“I love her,” Quinn says, putting her hands over Puck’s. They’re too cold, like popsicles and he really just wants this blood to go back into her and warm up her hands because that would solve to problems. “I’m in love with Mercedes Jones.” Quinn tries to cry out for all to hear but it comes out as more of a croak and she whimpers.
“Okay, okay we get it, you love Mercedes. “ Puck says trying not to shutter because, dude, that was too weird. Kind of hot, but weird.
Quinn is just about to say something when. “What the hell happened over here?” Can bursting through the air and sent a cold chill up Puck’s back. “Q, I expected more out of you. As a Cheerio you’re expected to withstand more of a disaster than that. I am seriously disappointed in you. Do I have to give your position to jugs over there?”
If there was one person who could come out of this without a drop of blood on her, it was Sue Sylvester. And there she stood, red track suit without a drop of blood or hair out of place. Puck couldn’t help but wonder if she made a pact with the devil or something because there was no way she could escape from there looking as though she just stepped right off the bus. Behind her Santana bit her lip watching over her friend. “You, move.” She says as she physically kicks Puck out of the way. “You think you’re in pain, try watching a castration, that’s painful.”
An involuntary wince spread through Puck and little Puck because damn if that didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world. “Ms. Sylvester, I don’t think -“
“That’s right, you don’t think. That’s why I’m here. I know what’s best don’t question me.” Sue barks, and damn if Puck didn’t think she would kill anyone to get her way. “You two, go look for some other, I got this.” She doesn’t even look at them when she says it, but instead places her hands over Santana’s top and presses down making Quinn cry out.
“But-“Santana starts.
“I don’t care what you have to say Boob’s McGee, I don’t need you around here. Why don’t you go look for someone else?” And there is no question about who she means, she means Brittany and they all know it. “And don’t think this top is coming out of my budget. I expect you in a new top tomorrow morning.”
“Of course.” Santana says, grabbing Puck’s hand and dragging him off, not bothering to release it once they start walking. As they walked they noticed that the number of living people slowly deteriorated until they were the only two walking by the front of the Cheerio’s bus. Puck felt a pain in his stomach, he had expected to see Sam by now, and he was pretty sure Santana felt the same way about Brittany.
Puck was about to ask her if she was still hopeful when she let out the loudest, most painful cry he had ever heard. “BRITTANY!” She cried and ran to the side of the bus where it had tipped. The bus had fallen and trapped Brittany’s underneath from the waist down. Her eyes were closed and there were so many other bodies around but one of them stood out to Puck.
Blonde hair that was streaked with red highlights as blood dripped from a large head wound, Puck’s hoodie was worn loosely over the body, and high right hand intertwined with Brittany’s left. “Sam.” Puck let out the breath he had been holding as he whispered the name falling next to the blond boy. He tried to shift Sam into his arms, but he held tight onto Brittany’s hand. He can hear Santana sobs of Brittany’s name. But it’s forgotten the second he catches the pair of gray eyes, pupils dilated weird, staring unfocused at him. And fuck, he really doesn’t care how sappy the words “Babe,” are and how his hands instantly cup Sam’s face. Something about the fact that Sam was alive, and looking at him made him feel like he really didn’t care how gay this moment was.
“I couldn’t leave her.” He whispers and damn if it doesn’t break Puck’s heart as Sam turns to look at Brittany, still holding her hand tight. “She was so scared,” He looks up at Santana, “She kept calling for you, but you wouldn’t come. I couldn’t leave her. I wanted to go find you, both of you, but I couldn’t leave her. I was scared.”
And with that Santana gives Puck a look at Puck translate to shut your boyfriend up, so Puck leans down and places a small kiss on Sam’s lips. He wants to tell Sam that it’s okay, that Brittany will be and dancing in no time, and Quinn will be fine, that Mike isn’t dead, but he can’t bring himself to say anything but, “I love you.”
There is a pause, and even Santana looks up for a moment, staring long and hard at Puck. There are only four people in his life that he has said I love you to. One is his father, his one last plea before his dad walked out the door. The next was his mom, but as a kid who doesn’t tell their mom they love them. The other is his sister, mostly when she’s asleep. The last is Finn, but that’s not something they tend to go around saying, but they’ve said it before and they know and that’s all that really matters. He’s implied love so many other times, but saying it has always been something he’s never been good at. Hell even when Quinn asked all he could say was yes, not even the real words. But none of those times have ever felt the way it felt when he says it to Sam. Puck is pretty sure if it hadn’t been for the crash, he would have never said them so soon, but he didn’t want to wait for eventually to come because there were a million other disasters that could happen between then and later and each of them could kill them and Puck wasn’t going to risk waiting.
A dazed smile spreads across Sam’s fact as he leans for a kiss, only to be pulled back down by the force of Brittany’s hands. A gasp falls from Santana’s lips as she scrambles forward. “B, you here. Please. Please, say something, anything.”
“I know you told me sex isn’t dating.” Brittany says, her voice filled with pain and eyes closed tight, but still gripping both Sam and Santana. “But what is love?”
Santana leaned forward, placing a small kiss on Brittany’s forehead. “That’s us. That’s forever.”
“Oh good. That’s so much better than dating. How long is forever though?”
“Forever is a hundred years. So you got to hold on, got it B?” Santana cries.
A small spreads across Brittany’s lips. “Okay, but only if Puck and Sam can stay with us, cause Sam kept telling me how much he loves Puck. And we might as well all be together forever.”
Puck smiles as he pulls Sam to lean against him, wrapping his arms around him careful of the scrapes and cuts as Santana grips Brittany’s hand till her knuckles are turning white. “Sure Britt, forever.”