Author's Notes: Set in senior year. Follows pretty closely to the show except Kurt stayed at Dalton and Finchel 2.0 ended before school started senior year. Enjoy!

Rachel is Having a Very Bad Day:

"While its great Sugar's dad was generous enough to fund a private jet," Rachel's voice dropped off as the plane dipped drastically, again. "I really wish we'd been able to take a larger, more aerodynamically solid aircraft." Her tiny fingers had a death grip of the arm rest of her seat. The larger male next to her laughed.

"Berry, we're in a private jet. Could you cool the crazy for a sec, and just, you know, appreciate where the fuck we are?" Puck looked around, trying to maintain his badass facade and still take in the sheer opulence of the plane.

Sugar's dad had said no daughter of his was going to fly coach, so the entire Glee club had found themselves aboard a tiny private plane. They were on their way to a show choir in fucking Rio De Janiero, courtesy of Mr. S and his crazy connections.

They were currently over a small mountain range on the border of Brazil, and the small plane had turned from a blessing to a curse, at least in Rachel's eyes, as the plane dipped and dropped, rocked by strong air currents.

"Only you, man-hands, would complain about a top sitch like this!" Across the aisle from them, Santana had been holed up in a row of her own, the current split between her and Brittany making her so snarky, no one had dared sit next to her. So it was just her, Puck and Rachel in the back of the plane. The rest of the Glee club was sitting two or three rows away from them. "This is tots the best thing to ever happen in Glee," Santana rolled her head along the head rest to send a glare Berry's way. "So find your balls, I know you have them somewhere and chill the fuck out!" She turned back to face the window and closed her eyes, for all intents and purposes going back to sleep.

"How does she manage to swear, insult me and try and reassure me at the same time?" Berry whispered, hysteria beginning to edge into her voice as the plane's wings dipped and swayed.

"Eeeep!" The plane started shaking violently. Rachel squeaked and clenched her eyes shut, humming the chorus from her favourite song from Funny Girl. It didn't really help.

"Berry. Chill out. We're not gonna crash. It's just fucking windy as hell up here, k? Relax." Puck tried to keep his voice mellow and soothing. His girl-bro tended to be high strung, but he didn't wanna deal with a full scale Berry freak-out at 10,000 feet. She'd probably jump outta the plane or something equally as crazy.

Rachel turned to her friend, once again shocked by the fact that she had not one but two friends! Kurt was still at Dalton academy and she only got to see him every two weeks or so, but still counted him as one of her closest confidantes. With the recent addition of Puck, who insisted she call him her "bro", she had two very different male perspectives in her life, which led to the strangest but most "badass" friendships she's ever had. Which considering they're her first and only friends, isn't saying much.

Ever since Rachel and Finn 2.0 crashed and burned, Puck's been there to step in should the bully's think it was O.K to slushie her now that she wasn't the quarterback's girlfriend anymore. He also comforted her through the realization that she may not be a straight as she's previously thought she was. And that she might not hate a certain Latina as much as she previously thought she had. That last part, more than the first, had led to some epic Berry freak-outs. Which is why Puck is getting very good at handling her shit.

He was the one that came up with new and crazy ideas to get Santana's attention. Since Santana and Brittany had very publicly fallen out two weeks ago, he'd been encouraging his midget bro to "get all up on that!" Rachel thought he might want to psychiatric help for even suggesting that someone like Santana Lopez would ever, ever be interested in someone like Rachel Berry. The first time he told her one of his crazy schemes, she'd laughed so hard she'd fallen off the stage in the auditorium. Then she told him to hush in case anyone overheard him and went reporting back to Santana.

"Look, we're probably almost over these mountains by now, so try not to think about the plane and just concentrate on how badass we're going to be and how much fucking ass we're going to kick at this thing." Puck knew that mentioning the up-coming competition would get Berry's mind off the whole potentially crashing to their death scenario she was no doubt imagining.

"Noah, don't swear. And we're only going to kick said derriere if we..." the Captain's voice over the intercom interrupted her rant.

"Ladies and gentleman. We're experiencing some technical difficulties," they could hear the co-pilot swearing in the back ground. Rachel and Puck turned towards each other, panic apparent in both sets of eyes. Hands locked around each other. "Please brace for impact." Static filled the air. A moment of silence. Then:

"Holy shit, did he...?" Finn, never the bright one.

"Everyone, please, remain calm!" Mr. Shuester tried to assert control, but his students were screaming, crying, praying and generally not paying attention to the curly haired man. The plane dropped suddenly, straight down. More screaming.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Rachel kept chanting. She chanced a look over at Santana; the girl looked like a stone. No emotion. She stared emotionlessly at the front of the plane. But the death grip she had on her armrest gave her away.

"Noah, oh my god." That was the last thing Puck heard before the plane smashed violently into the ground.

The next few seconds were chaotic at best. The plane careened into the peak of one of a low lying cliff. It smashed through the middle of the plane, separating the back from the front. The front, wings still attached skidded off the sharp cliff and off the side, the force and speed carrying it over another low lying mountain and out of sight of the tail. The back o f the plane careened around the ledge, and then slowly slipped off the side. It slid down the side of the mountain, slamming into trees and rolling over boulders and bouncing around, until it came to a gentle rest against a giant tree. The occupants inside the tail were very quiet.

Night fell. Still the tail remained silent and still.