A/N: I apologize for what is sure to be weird formatting on this story. I only have my iPad with me and got struck with a very strong urge to write, so I had to download a writing app to accomplish this. So, sorry if there are a lot of typos or weird spacing throughout.

I envision this being a 2 part, possibly 3 part story. So this is just the beginning. Please let me know what you think!

I would also like to point out that this does take place primarily in Rachel's perspective, but as we go through, it transitions somewhat into a combo of hers and Puck's.

I do not own anything Glee related, I am only borrowing it for my own purposes.

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Coming from Ohio, Rachel had never been to the beach. Well, she had been to the beach. But not the ocean. Her fathers would sometimes take her to the Great Lakes in the summer for a vacation and she would relax on the beach there. But, she wanted to see the ocean and relax beside the waves.

For the last several years, Rachel had dedicated herself, heart and soul, to making her big musical dreams come true in New York. And it had definitely paid off. She won the lead in a major production and after 2 years in that role, earned a Tony nod and the Tony itself. Life was everything that she had ever wanted it to be. Except for the fact that her busy schedule had finally caught up with her. One evening, while preparing to go on stage in a leading role that was sure to earn her another Tony nod, she collapsed. After that, the director, her family, and her friends forced her to take 2 weeks off and get out of the city.

So she decided she'd come to the beach. She decided to rent a car and drive down from the city, not quite realizing how long it would take, but enjoying it nonetheless. Her friends, Kurt and Blaine, were talking about coming down for a long weekend right in the middle, so she wouldn't be alone for all of it. But she was definitely looking forward to having the time to herself. It wasn't until she arrived at her rental in Surf City, NC that she realized just how tired she was and how relaxed she already was. It was the middle of March, so there weren't a lot of people staying in the small town and she was able to get a house right on the beach for a steal compared to what it would rent out for in peak season.

After lugging her bags upstairs and into the master suite, Rachel walked through the house to familiarize herself with it and see if there was anything that the rental company had forgotten to provide. She noticed how nice the house was as she went from room to the floors were either hardwood or tile and that the counters were all granite. She assumed that it made for easier clean up, especially if it was a family that was staying here.

The furniture throughout the place was also very nice. Each room had its own theme with the furniture. The living room had a definite beachy vibe with the white wicker furniture and seascape paintings. The bedrooms all had shabby chic furniture in either white or black to off set whatever colors were on the wall. But, in Rachel's opinion, the best thing about the entire house was the balcony that was right off her bedroom that she could sit on and see the ocean. She already had plans to sit out there and sip tea in the morning.

Finishing her tour, she changed into a pair of old flip flops and made her way to the private beach access she had. She slowly made her way down to the sand and paused upon reaching it. The noise of the water startled her. Going to the Great Lakes, the water didn't have waves, so it was always very silent when she was on the beach there. But, obviously, that wasn't the case on this particular beach and she couldn't get over the sound of the waves crashing.

She stood there for several minutes soaking it all in. The smell of the salt in the air. The cries of the seagulls flying overhead. The screams of the few children out on the beach. She could almost swear that her stress and worries were just melting out of her.

Rachel looked around and noticed that there were a lot of people walking on the beach and decided that she would walk a little as well. She slowly made her way down to the water's edge, almost losing her balance in the sand that was closer to the dunes. When she got closer to the water, she gasped. There were thousands of shells littering the sand. She'd never seen so many in one place before and it was breathtaking. She pulled her phone out and snapped a few pictures to send to Kurt and her fathers.

She debated walking down the beach some to gather some shells, but her stomach growled and she giggled slightly, only now realizing how hungry she was. She decided she should make her way inside and finish unpacking her bags before going to get food from the store to make some dinner. As she reached the steps to go back to the house, she took one last look at the wide expanse of beach and just stopped herself from pinching her arm to make sure she was really here.

Much like she had planned the previous day, Rachel prepared tea after waking up and went to sit on the balcony while she sipped it. She decided that nothing could beat sitting on a porch, listening to the waves break right after sunrise. As much as she had fought taking the time off to take a vacation, she was definitely glad she had taken the time. She felt more relaxed this morning than she had in quite a long time.

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As she sipped her tea, she heard the sound of a sliding door open and glanced to her right just in time to see a man come out of the house next door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and Rachel couldn't stop her mouth from dropping open as she took in his very athletic physique. As she watched, he reached his arms over his head and gave a big stretch, allowing her to further appreciate the play of muscles that she could see from where she sat. Groaning as he released his stretch, he walked up to the rail on his own deck and leaned on it.

Thinking it was rude to sit there and watch him like some voyeur, Rachel reluctantly ripped her eyes away from him and back to the water, trying to find the same peace that she had previously before the man walked out. She realized very quickly that she was not going to be able to find the same solace that she had earlier because she was very aware of the handsome specimen that was on the deck next to hers.

She quietly sighed to herself and gathered her things before making her way inside. As she turned to close the door she noticed that the man from next door was turned slightly and seemed to be looking her way, but shook it off as paranoia and a lack of any sort of male companionship on her part in quite some time.

She still struggled sometimes to get out of the mentality she had in high school when she was told on a daily basis that she wasn't pretty and she wasn't good enough for any guy to want her. She knew that it wasn't true because she had had several very nice relationships with people since then, but that frightened 16 year old still came out when she was confronted with someone that she found to be wildly attractive. And, as much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, she found her next door neighbor to be very attractive.

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Over the next several days, Rachel would sit on her deck and then her neighbor would come out a little after she did. They would usually nod to each other and then ignore each other. Or, at least try to on her part. She would often find her eyes wandering in his direction only to snap them back to the front when she realized what had happened. She was so embarrassed by it, even if he had no clue she was scoping him out.

Just as she felt her eyes start to wander again, her phone started to ring, startling her out of her continued ogling. She quickly fumbled to answer it.

"Hello?" She asnswered, somewhat breathlessly because of her surprise at the call.

"Diva!" Kurt screeched into her ear. "Were you doing anything that you haven't told me since you sounded so breathless when you answered the phone?"

"Kurt! I can believe you would ask me that!" Rachel cried as she blushed furiously. It was no secret that Kurt had been trying for months to get her to get laid. He had even gone so far as to say that while she was on vacation she should try to find a hot surfer guy and use him to help her out.

"Well, a gay can dream, can't he?"

"Is there a reason you were calling me besides to ask me about my nonexistent sex life?"

Kurt sighed heavily into the phone before replying, "Fine, have it your way. Yes, I'm calling for a reason. I know Blaine and I were supposed to come down tomorrow to spend a long weekend with you, but it's looking like that's not going to happen."

Rachel started to interrupt him, but Kurt continued talking like she hadn't even said anything. "I know that was the main reason you went for a larger rental than you were thinking, but we've both had something come up at work and we're probably not going to be able to make it at all."

Rachel sighed, but didn't say anything. What could she say? She understood where they were coming from because if she were in their position, she would be doing the exact same thing. That didn't mean she liked the fact that they wouldn't be coming at all, but she accepted it.

They chatted for a few more minutes, the majority of it of Kurt asking Rachel if she'd actually left her rental and met some people and Rachel being evasive about how much she had stayed near the house. She was on vacation and if she didn't want to see people, then she wouldn't see people. But that didn't mean that Kurt felt the same.

She was finally able to get him off the phone and sighed in relief. She loved Kurt, but he could be exhausting to talk to. Of course, he definitely thought the same thing about her, so they were even on that score. Rachel was just debating gathering her things or head inside when someone asked, "So, friends giving you a hard time?"

Rachel jumped and looked to her right, right into the eyes of the hunk next door. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. If Kurt had been there, he would have been crying from laughing so hard and trying to record this. Rachel always had something to say.

She cleared her throat, but before she could say anything, he continued, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help overhearing your conversation and thought about how similar to the one I had earlier this morning with my own friends."

Rachel laughed and, having finally found her voice, responded, "You wouldn't believe it. They're supposed to be coming down tomorrow to join me for a long weekend and now can't because of work. But he still pestered me about doing things even tough he won't be here to make me have fun."

The man laughed and said, "Yep, definitely sounds like my friends. I'm Puck by the way."

"Rachel. Is Puck really your name?"

Puck smirked at her and said, "well technically, yes. It's part of my last name and I've been called it since I was little. But my first name is Noah."

Rachel smiled and said, "I like that. Very nice."

Puck smirked at her and Rachel could feel herself react to that simple expression.

"Get yourself together Berry," she chided herself. "You're acting like you've never seen an attractive man before."

"So," Puck said, "what brings you down to this little town on the edge of the world?"

And, from that simple question, Rachel and Puck sat on their respective decks and got to know each other a little better. It turned out they were both at the beach for very similar reasons. Puck was a songwriter and was learning the producing side of the music business. He had signed his first major client last year and hadn't really stopped since he got involved. His bosses finally told him that he had to take some time off after him being discovered one to many time in his office in the clothes that he had been in the previous day, showing that he had never even gone home the night before. While he was a good employee and had done amazing things in his time with the company, his bosses were worried that he was working himself too hard.

Eventually Rachel's stomach let out a growl loud enough that Puck could hear it on his deck and they both laughed.

"What do you say to going to get some lunch with me?" He asked her.

Rachel didn't even have to think about it. "Meet you out front in five?"

At his nod, she quickly gathered her things and all but ran inside. She fired a quick text off to Kurt as she changed out of her yoga pants and long sleeve tee into some capris and a cute top. 7 minutes after they agreed to meet outside, Rachel was locking the door and making her way down to where Puck was waiting for her.

As she walked up to him, he smirked at her and held his hand out. "Noah Puckerman. Nice to meet you."

Rachel giggled as she accepted his hand, "Rachel Berry. It's nice to meet you as well."

"Shall we?" He asked as he stepped to side and let her walk in front of him.

He opened the passenger door for her and helped her in the car. After she was settled, he made his way to his side and got in. He looked at her and said, "I hope you like seafood."

Rachel assured him that she did and they were quickly off.

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Over the course of that weekend, Rachel and Puck spent quite a bit of time together. Since it was warm enough, they went on the beach several times in their bathing suits to sunbathe and, in her case, look for seashells. They also spent almost every meal together, even if breakfast was spent on 2 different decks each day.

Sunday evening after they had parted ways, Rachel called Kurt to get his opinion on the entire situation.

After chatting for a few minutes, Kurt made her cut to the chase. "Rachel, as much as I like just talking with you, I feel like there's a specific reason you called me."

Rachel sighed. "You know me too well!"

"I am your best friend," he pointed out. "I think that means I'm supposed to know you fairly well. So, what is it that has you so worked up this evening?"

It didn't take long for Rachel to tell Kurt about her days spent with "Noah" and how attracted she was to him.

"Diva, what's the problem then? You're attracted to him and he'd be crazy to not be attracted to you. So why aren't the two of you doing something together right now?"

Rachel blushed and was happy that Kurt couldn't see her. He would tease her mercilessly about her blush.

Kurt sighed. "Rachel. The two of you have spent every waking moment the past few days together. If he didn't like you on some level, he wouldn't be wasting his time. Take the bull by the horns and have your dirty way with him!"

If it was possible, Rachel's blush deepened even more. "Kurt, you know it's not that easy for me."

"Yes, I do. That's why I'm going to tell you what you should do tomorrow."

Kurt then spent the next 30 minutes outlining what Rachel was to do the next day to help her get Puck and to have her "dirty way with him."

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The next morning found Puck and Rachel following what had become "their" routine. They came on to their respective decks and struck up a conversation. The only difference this time was Rachel was wearing a short robe over a short nightgown. Not that Puck could see the nightgown, he could only see her in a short robe.

Rachel looked at him through the curtain of her hair when she was looking down and smiled when she saw that he was staring at her. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled at him. "Anything you'd like to do today, Noah?"

Puck jumped a little at her words, looking startled that she had spoken. He cleared his throat and said, "Not really. You?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over here for breakfast this morning."

She saw Puck visibly gulp before nodding his head. She beamed at him and said that she would go unlock the door and he could come over whenever he was ready. As he watched her walk back inside, almost catching a glimpse of panty (he hopes), he groaned. He was wildly attracted to the Jewish goddess next door. How couldn't he be? She had a smokin' bod and while she talked almost too much for his tastes, she was very nice. His attraction to her had done nothing but grown over the last few days that he had spent with her. He definitely wanted to make a move, but she didn't strike him as the hit it and quit it type. She struck him as more of committed relationship with rose petals and candles and shit. Things he didn't do.

But he couldn't help it if he stuck around on the off chance that something might come of their acquaintance. It was this thought that propelled him inside to pull on a shirt before making his way over to Rachel's rental.

Since she told him that the door was unlocked and he could just come in, he didn't bother knocking before opening the door. Because of that, Rachel had no idea he had walked in and he was greeted with a wonderful view of her long legs and the bottom curve of her ass as she reached into a cabinet that was almost too high for her to reach.

He could see her struggling to reach something so he made his way up behind her and asked, "What're you trying to reach midget?"

Rachel gasped and turned around quickly, clutching her hand to her chest as she looked at him. He smirked down at her and Rachel felt herself going a little weak in the knees at the expression. They then both seemed to realize the position they were in, her leaning against the counter and he boxing her in. Rachel looked at his eyes, which seemed darker than she remembered and noticed that they flicked down to her lips before coming back up to meet her eyes.

Rachel decided to take the initiative and closed the distance between their lips, placing a soft kiss on his lips. She started to draw back, but before their lips could part, Puck leaned forward and initiated a much more demanding kiss. He leaned into her, causing her to bend backwards slightly from the force of the kiss and ran his hands up her arms to bury themselves in her hair.

Rachel's hands weren't idle either, using the opportunity to run her hands underneath his shirt to his back. Puck licked at her lips in question and groaned when she opened her mouth and all but sucked his tongue in her mouth. They stood there for what felt like hours to Rachel but was really only a few minutes before Puck pulled back, panting as he leaned his forehead against hers.

She took a few seconds to regulate her breathing and looked at Puck through her lashes. After several seconds, Puck pulled away from her and moved across the kitchen to lean against the other counter. Rachel was definitely confused. The kiss they just shared was out of this world and she was struggling to understand why he had moved away. Before she could ask though, Puck said, "So, what's for breakfast?"

Rachel stared at him, trying to figure out what he was trying to accomplish with this abrupt change. "What?" She asked, dumbly.

Puck chuckled and repeated his question. She honestly didn't know how to respond to his question. Yes, she had invited him over for breakfast and that was a legit invitation that she had given him, but after the kiss they had just shared, breakfast was not on her mind anymore.

Instead of answering, she walked across the room and leaned up to kiss him forcefully on the lips, smiling to herself when he groaned as her hand "accidentally" brushed over the bulge in his pants.

She pulled back slightly and purred, "I thought you could have me for breakfast."

Rachel did an inner eye roll with that line since she felt it was cheesy, but she knew Kurt would approve of her forward ness and it was obvious Puck approved by his pulling her back in for a kiss.

Her question must have opened the flood gates with him because the next thing she knew, he had turned them around and lifted her onto the counter, never breaking their kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed into his mouth when he ran his hands lightly up her leg and around to her butt. He lightly caressed her before bringing one of his hands back to the front and lightly sweeping them over her panty covered private area. She gasped at the light touch and jerked a little.

Using that as encouragement, he went back and did a more purposeful swipe and pressed against her clit. Rachel moaned low in her throat as she felt the pressure. She took one of her hands and lightly touched his chest before moving down to his belt buckle. When she started to undo it, he stopped her and put her arms back around his neck. Before she could pour and ask why he stopped her, her pulled her into another kiss and moved her underwear aside before inserting two fingers in her slit.

Rachel pulled away from the kiss to gasp and try to catch her breath as he started his assault on her lower parts. While his two fingers were busy on the inside, his thumb was also applying pressure on the outside and she could feel herself quickly building towards an orgasm.

Puck could feel the tell-tale tightening of her walls and moved to her neck, lightly sucking on it as he curled his hands in a come hither motion inside her. That was what she needed to push her over and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her walls clamped down on his fingers. As she started to come down, Puck stepped back far enough to rip her panties off and drop to the floor to start his oral assault. Since she was so sensitive from before, it didn't take Puck too long to work her up to the edge again.

Before she could tumble off the cliff into oblivion again, he pulled back and stood up. "Where's your bedroom?" he panted as he picked her up.

She pointed him towards where it was and pulled him in for a kiss, not caring that she could taste herself on his lips. Because he couldn't really see with Rachel attacking his lips, they bumped into quite a few things on the way to her room, but they eventually made it and tumbled onto the bed together when his knees hit the edge.

Rachel used the opportunity to push him up slightly and pull off his shirt before going to work on his pants. Puck wasn't idle in this time either. He all. It yanked her robe off and groaned when he saw the nightgown she was wearing under it. It was a deep purple and hit at about mid thigh. It had tiny little straps holding up teeny tiny cups that barely covered her breasts. As much as he wanted to appreciate the view that was before him, he wanted her naked even more.

He pulled the gown off just as she got his pants off. Before he could lean down and attach himself to one of her breasts like he wanted to, she pushed him so that he was laying on his back with her above him. She kissed him lightly before quickly making her way down his body and engulfing him in her mouth. Puck's eyes rolled back in his head and his hands fisted in her hair as she sucked him. He felt his tip hit the back of he throat and his eyes came back into focus and he looked down at her. She had an impish look on her face as he felt her throat relax even farther and his dick go even farther into her mouth.

He knew that if she continued with that, he would blow his load before they got to the main event. He nudged her and pulled her up for a quick kiss. "Condoms?" he muttered in between kisses.

She pulled back and got up to walk to her suitcase. She had no idea that they were in there until Kurt told her he had packed some "just in case." She was very thankful that he did. She grabbed the box and when she turned around, she noticed Puck leering at her from the bed. She giggled and opened the box to pull out a condom as she made her way back to the bed. She threw it at him and set the box on the side table before crawling back onto the bed.

By this point, he was wrapped and more than ready to show her an amazing time. But Rachel had other ideas. Before he could try and flip them, she kissed him and sank down on his length. They both let out moans at the feeling. She gave herself a few seconds to adjust to the feel of him inside her before she started to move. She started out slow, almost teasing both of them with her movements.

However, that didn't last long.

Puck reached up and placed his hands on her hips, guiding her in a grinding motion that left them both breathless and Rachel quickly skyrocketing towards the orgasm she had been denied earlier.

Able to read her already, Puck told Rachel to get on her hands and knees. As she complied, Puck tweaked each of her nipples and lightly tapped her clit as he lined himself up. He paused with his tip just barely inside her and teased her lightly with it, making her squirm and eventually say, "Are you going to actually fuck me or just tease me?"

Even though he'd only known Rachel for a short time, he knew she didn't curse at all. So for her to drop the F-bomb so casually, it was a pretty big deal. "All right," he grunted as he slammed into her, causing her to gasp and pitch forward. "You asked for it."

As he drew back and then slammed in again, Rachel mewled and tried to find something to hold onto so that she stayed grounded and didn't float away like she felt she was going to do. Puck picked the pace up slightly and Rachel's orgasm suddenly overtook her, causing her walls to clamp down on Puck and draw his orgasm out of him.

Once he was spent, he pulled out and barely managed to get the condom off and into the trash can before collapsing on the bed next to Rachel, who looked like she had passed out. Just when he was about to tap her, she opened an eye and looked at him with a lopsided smile on her face. "When can we do that again?" She asked.

Puck laughed and Rachel quickly joined him. "After that performance, I'm going to need food before I can do a repeat."

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Once that line had been crossed with them, Rachel and Puck found that they couldn't get enough of each other. Whenever they were alone, they found themselves in bed or somewhere in one of their rentals having sex. Rachel had never been one to have a ton of sex and especially not when she wasn't in a relationship, but she felt like she couldn't get enough of him.

And, as the week wore on and it came time for them both to head to their respective homes, she felt herself becoming more desperate to get her fill of him before they parted ways.

It would seem that Puck felt the same. He found himself trying to memorize everything about her as their time to split came closer and closer. He tried to remember her laugh when she found something funny and the breathy little moan she made when he was trying to get her worked up. He even took a few pictures of her without her knowing just so he'd have something to remember her by when he returned home to New York on Saturday. Little did he know, Rachel had done the same thing.

As the Saturday of their departure dawned, Puck and Rachel found themselves moving together in a slow dance on her bed, each of the, trying to burn the other into their memories. They hadn't talked about what would happen after this vacation, if they'd stay in touch. They each knew the likelihood of that happening as being very slim. They instead chose to focus on their last few moments together and to savor it while they could.

Once they were each spent, they got up and slowly got dressed, each throwing looks of longing at the other, but each also refusing to break the silence and knowledge that they would be parting ways in just a little while. They ate breakfast in silence and each packed their respective cars. Once packed, they looked at each other before Puck pulled her into a tight hug. "I know we'll probably never see each other again," he hoarsely whispered in her ear, "but, I definitely hope I do."

Rachel giggled and said, "Same here. Maybe we'll get lucky though."

Puck laughed humorlessly and helped Rachel into her car. He waved to her as she backed out of the driveway and watched her car until it was out of sight. He then made his way to his own rental car so he could get on the road for the long ride back to his home that would be full of the amazing woman he met while on vacation.