Inspired by an incredibly hot day in Sydney.

No, I don't own Glee… if I did, Finn wouldn't be the golden boy he's painted out to be, and Rachel and Puck would be together. Canon sucks.

I also don't own any other songs or movies mentioned here.

***

It was hot. The Berry's air conditioner had thrown a temper tantrum and had decided to stop working. Rachel twisted her hair into a knot on the top of her head. She heard the doorbell ring, and quickly threw a thin cover up over her bikini and answered the door. On her front porch was not only Quinn (as she expected), but the entire Glee Club. Rachel frowned.

"Ok, so I may have sent a text to Brittney and Santana about what I was doing today…" Quinn started. (The relationship between Quinn, and by default the other two Cheerios and Rachel had been strained, to say the least, particularly when all the baby daddy drama came out, but their relationship had been solidified when Rachel broke the nose of the lead singer of Vocal Adrenaline at Regionals for calling Quinn a fat, pregnant whore who was insulting integrity of the competition, and then insisting that Quinn take the lead in Don't Stop Believing, because she "didn't risk criminal charges to have her sway in the background like a prop").

"And I may have texted Matt, who texted the boys" Santana added,

"And I might have received a text from Brittany that I forwarded to Mercedes and Tina" Kurt added. Rachel rolled her eyes. She wasn't particularly shocked.

"Would you just let us in? I have cankles!" Quinn mock snapped, pointing to her swollen feet. Rachel held the door open, greeting each Gleek with kisses and hugs. Last through the door was Puck, in his muscular, boardshort and wifebeater clad glory.

"Hey babe" he said. Rachel smiled and pulled him into a hug, and gave him a kiss.

"Hey guys, go on through to the pool, I just have a few things I have to do in here." Rachel called out. She shook her head lightly as Kurt gave a tour of her home as he led the way to the pool. Rachel pointed out where the sunscreen was, and went to head back into the house.

"I'll wait for you babe" Puck said to her, grasping her hand lightly.

"I've got a few things to do sweetheart, so just get in." She said. She pushed Artie's wheelchair into the pool house and headed inside.

***

Twenty minutes later, Rachel emerged from her kitchen with a giant fruit platter in her hands.

"Guys, I'll put this in the poolhouse refrigerator." Quinn opened her mouth, and Rachel cut her off.

"Yes, Quinn, I do have chocolate popsicles and peanut butter in there for you." She added. Puck pulled her into his lap.

"Are you coming in yet babe?" He asked. She shook her head.

"I've got to get a few other things done. Honestly, don't wait for me."

***

Rachel had put two loads of washing out to dry, and had disappeared for at least half an hour. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Puck, Rachel is clearly avoiding something. Go inside and see what the deal is." She snapped.

***

Rachel was sobbing. When Puck looked at the screen, he could see why. West Side Story was playing. Rachel had rigged up a fan to blow directly on her face and was periodically spraying herself with water. Puck picked up the remote and hit pause.

"Babe, I know you've watched this at least three times this week. What is going on?" He asked. Rachel sat up, pulling her cover up over her more securely.

"Nothing, I'm fine." She said way too quickly. Puck sat down next to her.

"You are so not fine baby. Sitting in a boiling hot house watching a movie you've seen at least a thousand times when you have a pool full of friends is not fine. What's going on?" He asked.

"Noah, please, just leave it" Rachel sighed, leaning away from his touch ever so slightly. He knew it was bad then.

"Rachel Caroline Berry. If you do not tell me what is up, I'm going to have to tickle it out of you." He said, running her hands lightly over her hips. Rachel quickly moved to the other end of the couch.

"It's nothing. I just don't feel like swimming." She mumbled. Now he was confused.

"If you don't want to swim, why are you in your bikini?" He asked. Again, Rachel fidgeted with the cover up and crossed her arms over her chest, looking defeated. Realisation dawned over him.

"Baby, you know I think you're beautiful, right?" He asked.

"Maybe" she replied, her voice tight and small. That was it. Puck pulled Rachel against him, crushing his lips to hers.

"Rachel, you are the most stunning thing I've ever seen. Don't doubt that sweetie." He murmured against her ear.

"Yeah, right. I've seen Santana. She's like sex on a stick." Rachel grumbled. Puck almost laughed out loud.

"Sure, Santana's hot… if you're into crooked implants from Mexico" He said. Rachel giggled at that.

"Our little secret though, ok?" Rachel nodded. She stood up and took off the cover up. Puck gasped and could have sworn his heart stopped beating.

***

Puck nearly went all cave man when the jaws dropped.

"Oh-em-gee, Katy Perry eat your heart out" Brittney cat called.

"Rach, honey, I just turned straight for a second there" Kurt added. Puck shot a warning glare at the guys, and pressed a kiss on Rachel's cheek, stating very clearly that the hot Jew in the vintage bikini was his girlfriend. Rachel quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Geez baby, why don't you just pee on me and get it over with?" She asked. Puck began to rub sunscreen across her shoulders.

"No need." He said.

"My badassness will keep them away." He added. He watched her carefully test the temperature of the water with her toe. That was simply not going to do. He had to time this right. He watched her step away from the edge. He broke into a jog, scooped Rachel up and then jumped. Rachel surfaced, and glared at him.

"Puck! Don't be a jerk!" she heard a sunbaking Santana squeal.

"Yeah Noah, don't be a jerk!" She added, sticking her tongue out at him and swimming away.

***

It hadn't taken long for Tina to work out the outdoor sound system. They had cranked the Macarena, the Nutbush, and Brittany, Tina and Kurt were currently teaching Rachel the Single Ladies dance.

"Babe, it's more of a snap up there" Puck called out, demonstrating. Nobody batted an eyelid.

"Oh, you know it's Glee Club when your boyfriend picks on your dancing skills" Mercedes giggled.

***

The boys, with the exception of Kurt and Artie, were playing volleyball. The girls were lying on sunbeds, absorbing the last of the sun. Rachel stared with fascination at Quinn's twisting belly.

"It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen" Rachel murmured.

"You think it looks weird? It feels even stranger." Quinn replied. She placed Rachel's hand on her belly to feel a kick, her engagement ring catching the light.

The Quinn explaining everything to her parents thing had been weird. They'd thrown her out, and she'd lived with Finn for a time. After revealing the baby's paternity to Finn, she'd taken up residence in Rachel's house. Quinn had recently moved back home, after her mother revealed that Quinn's older sister had been a nine pound premie, and her father insisted that she and Finn get married (when Quinn and Finn got back together, it became obvious baby Drizzle was going to have to deal with an eclectic family life, because Puck wasn't going anywhere. For obvious reasons, they'd decided that the Fabrays could live in ignorance of the baby's real daddy).

"I swear, the little princess is gonna be set for life. She has a mommy, two daddies, Aunties Mercedes and Kurt to keep her well dressed, Aunt Rachel for singing lessons, Aunt Brittney for dance, who knows how many others to spoil her and Uncle Artie to take her on awesome wheelchair rides" Artie commented, tuning his guitar. Quinn smiled, and jumped up.

"Yeah, that's awesome Artie, but right now the little princess is dancing on my bladder." She smiled, and bolted to the bathroom.

***

Apparently Artie knew every song known to mankind. The neighbours were probably gonna be pissed, but Rachel didn't care. Glee Club jam sessions were probably the most fun she'd ever had. They'd sung Summer Nights from Grease, with the boys taking on the girls parts and vice versa.

"Hey, Artie, gimme the guitar a sec" Santana said. Artie frowned, and handed his baby over. She fiddled with the pick for a few seconds before beginning to sing. Rachel smiled and joined in.

Para bailar La Bamba
Para bailar La Bamba
Se necessita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, ay arriba
Ay, arriba arriba
Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere

She giggled when Noah grabbed her and began to dance with her, singing along loudly with the rest of the group.

Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan
Soy capitan, soy capitan
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba, bam

Para bailar La Bamba
Para bailar La Bamba
Se necessita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, ay arriba

Kurt, the self appointed photographer, began to frantically take photos and video of the group.

Para bailar La Bamba
Para bailar La Bamba
Se necessita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, ay arriba
Ay, arriba arriba
Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere

Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba

Someone began clapping. Rachel turned around and smiled when she saw her dad.

"Hey dad, I hope you don't mind that everybody's here?" She asked.

"No, no, that's fine sweetie, you know that." He replied, giving her a hug. He shook Puck's hand, and the Glee club members furtively shot shocked looks at each other at the casual way that Puck was interacting with a parent who wasn't in possession of lady parts.

Rachel and her dad stepped in the pool house for a second.

"You know your dad and I are going to stay at Aunt Sue's for a few days, right?" he asked her.

"Is that your discreet way of telling me that I have to clear everybody out?" Rachel asked.

"No, no, its fine, everyone can crash here. I ordered you guys some pizzas, and you know where all the stuff is. Just be responsible" Her dad said. Rachel smiled and hugged him.

"Thanks dad! You're awesome! Have fun at Aunt Sue's." She walked back outside.

"Ok guys, here's the deal. My dads are out for the night, but he said everyone is cool to crash here if they want to, which is code for you're free to break into the alcohol cabinet" Rachel said.

***

Tina and Artie were playing Sing Star, Finn and Quinn had been asked to light the tiki torches, Matt and Mike were in charge of sorting out mattresses in the pool house and Puck was watching Rachel play barmaid.

"Your parents are really laid back" He commented. Rachel shrugged.

"Well, yeah. They know I don't have moron friends who are gonna puke all over the white carpet." She said, pouring a measure of white rum. He shook his head.

"Not about that." He said. A slight flush coloured Rachel's cheeks.

"Well, the way they see it is that two people aren't gonna go sneaking off for some alone time with everybody else here, I mean, how unromantic." She said, sitting on the bench and opening a tin of pineapple.

"I suppose that's true. In the meantime…" he responded, stepping closer to her. Rachel never, ever got sick of kissing Noah. She loved summer and the amount of skin on skin contact it allowed her to have with her boyfriend. She groaned when she heard the door bell and pulled away reluctantly, flicking the blender on.

"I hope we didn't interrupt anything" Kurt teased over an armful of pizza boxes. Rachel glared at him.

***

Rachel was having a good time. She and Brittany were dancing on the stairs, giving a slightly tipsy impersonation of the Sweetest Thing

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."

"Kurt! Put that camera away!" Brittany screamed. Kurt cackled evilly.

"Not a chance ladies! I have blackmail for the rest of my natural life" he giggled. Rachel started chasing after him, and nearly went flying, when she was caught by Noah.

"No running near the pool babe, especially if you've been drinking. I think you should just stay here, so I can look after you" He said. Rachel shrugged.

"I'm not that drunk though" she said. He wrapped an arm more tightly around her waist.

"Maybe, maybe not. Or maybe I just like having you close." He said quietly. She wasn't going to fight that. She kissed his shaved head and leaned her head on his shoulder.

***

As it tends to do, a one drink turned into two, into three, and eventually into a game of I've Never. McKinley High's Glee Club eventually all fell asleep in a pile in Rachel Berry's pool house. Rachel awoke with a slight groan. She then buried her face into Noah's chest and put her pillow over her head. She felt his hand lightly brush up her spine.

"This wakeup would be so much more pleasant if my head wasn't throbbing." She muttered. She felt his lips against her head.

"Agreed," he said. Rachel felt a little dizzy when she sat up, but she felt comforted when she saw that the rest of the Glee Club, with the exception of Quinn, looked the same.

"Guys, I think it's necessary. Mickey D's breakfast" Mike announced. Matt nodded. Rachel looked down and realised she had fallen asleep in her bikini.

"Ok, plan. Girls and Kurt. Do not spend twenty thousand hours getting ready; just throw something over what you're wearing now. Breakfast is over in half an hour." Matt announced. Kurt shot Matt a hung over glare.

***

Ten minutes later, teeth were brushed, shorts and singlets had been thrown on over swimming costumes and cars were being loaded. Kurt's car was the biggest, so it was being taken, and those who didn't fit were getting in Quinn's car.

Tina and Mercedes made quick work of setting Artie's wheelchair back up, and Finn and Mike picked him up from out of the car and placed him in his seat.

"Geez Rach, those sunglasses aren't at all melodramatic are they?" Quinn teased. Rachel's dirty look was lost under her bug eye glasses.

"Melodramatic is my middle name" she jibed.

***

Breakfast was so not kosher, and yet, Rachel really didn't care. The vanilla thick shake and Bacon and Egg McMuffin were doing wonders for her hangover. She reached into her bag and pulled out a box of Advil. Popping two for herself, she passed it around the group.

"Last night was fun." Mercedes commented.

"T-t-totally. We should d-do it a-again" Tina added. Rachel shrugged.

"My dads won't be home til Friday. You're totally welcome to come back to mine." Rachel said. Finn announced the weather forecast for the day from his iPhone. The group looked at each other.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

***

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