A/N: First Puckleberry fic. Inexperienced writer here, lol. If you have time, please REVIEW! Thankyou heaps guys :)
Rachel's POV
I kicked a rock hard to the sidewalk with my four inch stilettos. Storming home from Finn's house alone in hot revealing threads had me feeling like a girl who couldn't get picked up at a bar. I don't believe him! That fucking cheating man whore of a bastard. How dare he sleep with Santana the slutbag behind my back.
As mad as I was though, the nagging voice in my head was tsking me for doing the same thing to Finn. Just two days ago, I'd finally let Puck get me in bed with him after feeling sorry for myself that I was alone on a Friday night (apparently, Finn had geometry studying; though now I know where he probably was the whole time). I gotta say, Puck is way better than Finn. We did it over and over for about the whole fucking night! Thank God it was Saturday and I didn't have to face the guilt of seeing Finn in Glee Club. Of course now I have no reason to feel guilty, after wanting to seduce my boyfriend but instead walking into his room to find a Cheerio bouncing on him in bed.
Hmmm, I thought, why should I feel sorry for myself when we're both even now? I guess this means we're officially over. I turned back and quickly walked my sorry butt to Noah Puckerman's house. I knew his parents were at a Jewish Couples retreat for the next two months, as were my parents, so I could definitely stay the night.
Puck's POV
Hmm I love hot showers on a cold day. DING DONG. Far out, who dares disturb my peace and quiet? I ran down the stairs while putting on boxers and finally reached the door. I pulled it open and there was Rachel fucking Berry of all people, standing there looking all hot and sexy.
"Berry, tell me what you and your hot little legs are doing here on my doorstep dressed in an insanely short skirt that's turning me on so bad right now I feel like taking my dick out and shoving it in your mouth" I smirked at her cheekily.
"I was hoping you'd say something like that." She said with equal smirkiness.
God dammit this chick could turn me on even if I'm just staring at her petite little body. Plus she's wearing the shortest skirt ever, kinda like a Cheerio. Though I would never compare her to Santana or Quinn, Rachel's way too beautiful to be a whore like them. Not just the way she looks, but the way she sings with so much meaning, and the cute way she panics over trivial things. And her upbeat, positive attitude that keeps the New Directions staying strong. But... she's Finn's girl, I shouldn't be thinking of her like this.
"Umm so why are you here? Where's... your boyfriend?" I said, feigning nonchalance.
"Don't have one anymore. It's over." She said pretty confidently.
Before I could debate it anymore, I attacked her. Not in a predator-hunting-prey way, but an I-want-to-fuck-you-so-badly sort of way. I pulled her to me and smashed my lips on hers as I dragged her inside, shutting the door.
Rachel's POV
"Noah," I moaned when we'd finally reached his bed. He was nibbling at my neck, where I'm pretty sure is going to have a huge hickey by tomorrow. I was dragging my French nails over his solid abs, wondering how he got them so sexy and hard yet so soft and warm...oh right he's a football player, he obviously has to stay in shape. Though Finn never got this kind of reaction out of me. He always came across as clueless and inexperienced when it came to sex. I guess Finn just wasn't the right guy for me... Come to think of it, I always let him be in control every time we slept together. I miss being the one who called the shots, had the guy screaming my name until I made him cum. I took Noah by the shoulders and flipped him over so I was on top. He seemed surprised but one look at the determination on my face told him not to say a word.