Rachel Berry || 18 || Senior || Dating Noah Puckerman

"I've been called many names, like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good."- Barbra Streisand

Changes in Texas || Puckleberry 

lonewolf-puck:

Puck watched her expectantly, hoping that maybe whatever she was reading will tell him something more about what was happening to him. And whatever she found, hopefully there were all good things. His tail was practically wagging like a dogs as he watched her, but it stopped as soon as she said his name. He knew that tone of voice, he’s gotten used to it for almost a year when it came to him to her breaking news to him that wasn’t good. This was obviously not an exception. What she read was not what he was expecting, at all. He was hoping for a way he could turn back, not when he will. And its only early evening, he’s got hours to go before he’s back to normal. And the fact that he could be a wolf whenever he wanted now, except for full moons where he would be forced, it pissed him off. He hated what he was, he always has. Accepting and liking it are two different things. He’s accepted who he is, but he does not like it at all. This just made everything worse, ten times worse. Why the hell would he wanted to spend more time as a wolf than when he had to? No one would want to do that, the full moons are bad enough. He started pacing in front of her, his eyes set contently on the ground as his mind raced with what was going on. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, this was him now. Forever. God, he hated it.

A growl escaped his lips when Rachel went to touch him, his head whipping around to look at her and stopping where he was, feet planted firmly on the ground. If he were human, it would’ve gone a lot differently, but he’s running on limited options here. But still, the look on her face nearly broke him. This was all too much, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle this all right now. Even as a wolf, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. All he wanted to do was run. He lifted his head to look at her again, shaking his head and started backing away from her. And after a few steps, he turned around and took off running. The woods were spread out in front of him and he didn’t stop until he was surrounded by trees, letting out a howl out of instinct before stopping in a small clearing. He noticed a few large rocks towards one side, walking over to them and just laying down. He was sure that if he weren’t a wolf right now he would be crying, which is something he didn’t do often unless he was so overwhelmed by everything that crying was the only thing left for him to do. And he couldn’t do much to begin with, so he didn’t have any other options. This was it. And even now he couldn’t cry, which made him frustrated. He just wanted to be himself again, he just wanted to go to the house and have dinner with his family. But he can’t. Things won’t be the same after this, and he doesn’t like that. At all.

Rachel was lost. He was shaking his head, backing away from her, before running off again. She let out a sob of frustration before packing all of the papers, putting them under her books so they wouldn’t fly away. Then, she ran after him again. She was really getting tired of this. She hadn’t worked out this much since before she got pregnant. She was running through the woods again when she cursed at herself for forgetting the gun. It was still with her books and papers. But she kept running anyway. She just needed to find her husband and take care of him. She stopped when she came to the small clearing, seeing him laying on the rocks, looking so broken. He might be currently a wolf, but she could tell. She slowly walked over before laying herself on top of him. “Hey… we’ll figure this out, baby. The book said you’ll be able to control it. You won’t have to change if you don’t want to. You’ll only change on the full moon like usual.” He didn’t move and she sighed a little. “I love you, no matter what you are. Our daughters love you no matter what as well, okay? It’ll be okay. I’ll do more research and… and maybe there’s a way to find out if there’s more like you out here. Maybe they can help us. You could have a mentor of sorts.” She bit her lip when he remained immobile. “I have to go feed the girls. I’ll make you something to eat and bring it back for you, okay?” Finally he gave her a small nod. She kissed the top of his head before getting off him and leaving.

She arrived back to the pasture, feeling emotionally tired. She grabbed the research and the gun before walking back into the house. Ava had the girls in their swings in the living room. Rachel poured out everything to her, about the fact that it was one year and he was stuck until midnight, that he could change whenever he want except on full moons when he was forced to. She cried a bit, not knowing how to make him feel better or how to solve this. Just be there for him. He needs you now more than ever. Rachel nodded and stood up to grab Arella who was whimpering for her. Looking down, she gave her daughter a soft smile before kissing the top of her head. “I love you,” she whispered, even if she couldn’t hear her say it. She fed the girls before moving to make Noah’s dinner. Ava offered to stay until Noah turned back and Rachel thanked her as she packed the basket to bring out to the woods. Grabbing her flashlight, she wandered out into the night. In one hand she held the gun. The other held the basket and flashlight. The woods were scarier at night. It was nearing midnight when she headed out, knowing that by time she got there, Noah would be ready to be normal. She even packed an outfit for him. It was quiet as she walked. She stopped for a moment, hearing a snap before the gun was knocked out of her hand and she was being attacked by a wolf. It wasn’t Noah though. She screamed for him, kept screaming until she passed out.