A/N - OK, so a couple of people asked me to do a full story based on the drabble I did for the IPOD Challenge and I decided to give it a shot. Here's the first chapter. I hope you like it. The IPOD challenge was the first time I even attempted to write a Glee fanfic so this is all still pretty new to me. Let me know what you think. Please, please, please review!

Rachel

Rachel groaned as she opened her eyes and the sun streaming in from the window hit her face. Rolling over she found herself face to face with a still sleeping Noah Puckerman and almost screamed. What happened last night? She peeked under the covers and her eyes widened when she realized she was naked. She fell back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling. She had gotten drunk in Vegas and slept with Noah Puckerman. That was just great. Running her hands over her face, she froze. Pulling her hand away, she stared in shocked silence at the simple gold band on her left hand as the previous night came back to her.

"Noah, we can't go in there. We aren't 21." Rachel tried to pull her hand out of his as he attempted to lead her into a casino. Puck stopped and looked at her as if she was from another planet.

"Berry, we're in Vegas. We're going to a casino." Puck shook his head and tightened his grip on her hand. "If you don't stop, you're gong to get us caught." He threw his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his side. "Breathe, it's just a little gambling." Rachel sighed in defeat as Puck lead her inside. She couldn't help but think of the circumstances that had led her here. New Directions has killed at Nationals, winning first prize, so of course everyone was beyond ecstatic. After a celebratory dinner, everyone had scattered to do their own thing, with Mr. Shue's warning not to get into trouble and that everyone was to be at breakfast bright and early the next morning before they caught their flight back to Ohio. Quinn, tired from all the activity, had gone straight back to the hotel with Finn close behind. Mercedes, Britney, Santana, Tina and Kurt had all wanted to go shopping, something that Rachel deeply disliked even on the best day, and she no idea where Artie, Matt and Mike went. That was how she had ended up here, being pulled down the Strip by Noah Puckerman. "Where to first?" Puck tightened his arm around her shoulders and smiled down at her. She shrugged helplessly. She knew absolutely nothing about gambling, she wouldn't even know where to begin. "OK, Craps it is." Puck grinned as he pulled her over to the table and pulled out some money. He placed his bet and grabbed the dice. "Alright, blow Berry." He held the die in front of her and she gave him a funny look before blowing on the two small cubes in his hand. Puck's eyes never left her as he tossed the dice.

"Winner!" the dealer cried and Rachel stared in shock as they pushed the chips toward them.

"Holy Crap, Berry, I think you're my lucky charm." Puck stared down at her with a smirk and held his hand out again. "Come on, you know the drill." Rachel laughed and blew lightly on his hand before he threw the dice again.

"Winner!" This time Rachel screamed and threw her arms around Puck's neck. This is how it went for a while and then the casino started giving them complimentary drinks. Rachel's not entirely sure what's in a cosmopolitan but they go down pretty easy, and she's pretty sure she's drunk by the time she and Puck finally cashed out their winnings and stumbled out of the casino.

"Oh my God, Noah!" Rachel let out breathlessly as she grips his large arm and rests her head against him. "That was amazing. I've never felt a rush like that."

"I could give you a rush." Puck spun her easily and she's suddenly pressed against a wall as his hands make a trail down her body. He dipped his head to bury his face in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss onto her skin and she feels like she's on fire. Before she even knows what she's doing, her mouth is seeking his and she crashes her lips against his as he lifts her easily and she wraps her legs around his waist and presses closer to him. He pulls away after a few moments and she pouts instantly missing the feel of his lips on hers. "You wanna get married, Berry?"

After that she vaguely remembers mumbling 'yes' against Puck's mouth before she attacked his lips again and the two of them finding their way to a chapel. She can't help but cringe a little when the image of Elvis walking her down the aisle flashes through her mind. Oh God, her dads were doing to be so disappointed in her. Her face suddenly flushes as she remembers coming back to the hotel room after. Noah's hands on her body, his lips on her skin. Biting her lip nervously, she turned her head to watch Puck sleeping peacefully next to her. He almost looked like a little boy when he was sleeping. Hesitantly, she reached over and poked him slightly.

"Noah…" Her voice is hoarse but for once she doesn't wonder about her vocal chords because there's so much more important things happening right now. "Noah." She pokes him again, this time a little harder and he lets out a groan as he reaches out to her with one arm, pulling her flush against his body.

"Go back to sleep babe, it's way too early." He murmurs into her hair, kissing her temple and she wonders if he even realizes that it's her who's in bed with him. She doesn't know what to do. They need to talk about this. They need to figure out what the hell they're going to do. But there's a part of her that's tempted to settle into his nice warm embrace and go back to sleep, at least for now. "Berry, I have the hang over to end all hangovers, so can you please not think so loud. I can hear the wheels turning in your head." He tightens his arm around her, kissing her again. She's about to push him away when he starts to hum 'Sweet Caroline' in her ear. Slowly, she feels her eyes start to drift shut and she sinks into him. Just a few more hours and they can deal with everything. It's probably not even legal anyway.

Puck

Puck smiles a little when Rachel relaxes against him. If he's being honest with himself, he's kind of shocked that she gave in that easily. He was expecting a complete classic Rachel Berry diva flip out, especially considering the events of last night. He smirks at the memory of Rachel pressed against him, legs wrapped around his waist. Who knew Rachel Berry was such a little sex fiend. He smirks again and tightens his arm around her tiny waist, pulling her closer.

You wanna get married, Berry?

His eyes snap open. What the fuck? His mind suddenly flashes to Rachel walking toward him holding a bouquet with…Elvis? Fuck! No, no, no, no! His mind's just really messed up because of the hangover. He must have dreamt that. It wouldn't have been the first time he dreamt about marry Rachel… shit! Not that he dreams about marrying Rachel and if he does, it's only because his mother's so intent on him ending up with a "nice Jewish girl" and she's pretty much the only one he knows that's even remotely hot.

Mrs. Puckerman. I like the sound of that, Noah.

He can see Rachel smiling up at him and himself grinning like a big fool as he puts a gold ring on a very important finger of her left hand and he's suddenly very awake. The hangover's still there but it seems not so important. He closes his eyes for a moment, sending a silent prayer to whatever God might be listening at the moment, before slowly looking down at his hand. The gold ring on his left hand practically taunts him. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! He looks down at Rachel sleeping soundly in his arms. She obviously hasn't realized what they did last night.

"Oh My God!" Puck jumps and looks to see Kurt standing in the door to the room, his jaw hanging open. "What did you two do?"

"What?" Rachel bolts up into a sitting position, looking around wildly. "What?" Puck looks at her and quickly grabs the sheets, wrapping them around her body. She looks down and flushes as she clutches the sheet to her chest. "Kurt, what the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Kurt gives her a look as he places a hand on his hip, going into full on diva mode and Puck can't resist rolling his eyes. "This is my hotel room too, Ms. Diva. Thank God I crashed with Tina and Mercedes last night because lord knows what I would have walked in on." He sends a dirty look in Puck's direction but not before giving his bare chest an appreciative once over.

"Whatever Beyonce." Puck tightens the sheet around his waist, suddenly very aware that he's naked. "I suggest you get what you came for and get gone otherwise you might end up seeing the encore."

"Noah!" Rachel slaps his chest and he winces. God for someone so tiny, she sure knows how to pack a punch sometimes.

"What is that?" Kurt's eyes look like their about to pop out of his head and Rachel snatches her hand back, shoving it under the covers. Puck slowly looks at her and then down at her hand, her left hand, which is securely hidden. She lifts her eyes to his momentarily and he knows that she knows.

"Get out." The words come out almost like a growl and Kurt stares at him in shocked silence. "I'm serious Hummell, Rachel and I have to talk, so get out. And if you mention a word of this to anyone, I will throw your ass in a dumpster every day for the rest of the year, got it?"

"Rachel…" Kurt glances at the tiny brunette diva-in-training, who's still clutching the bedding to her.

"Noah and I do have some matters that we need to discuss." She says finally. "And, as for what you inadvertently witnessed this morning, your discretion would be very much appreciated." Kurt purses his lips for a minute before nodding.

"Fine." He grabs his sweater from the back of the chair. "I've gotten what I came for." Kurt stops for a second as he stares at the two of them. "I heard nothing, I saw nothing, I know nothing." He turns on his heel and heads out of the door. "You two better get your story straight pretty quick though. Mr. Shue wants us all at breakfast in a half hour." He throws another look in Rachel's direction before closing the door, leaving the two of them alone. There's silence for a long time after Kurt's gone and to be honest, it's kind of freaking Puck out. Rachel's never this quiet. She certainly wasn't quiet last night, not when they were… Damn it, man! What the hell is the matter with you? Focus! Jesus Christ!

"Rach…" He says tentatively, almost scared that if he speaks to loudly or quickly she'll get spooked and bolt.

"It would appear that last night, in an intoxicated state, you and I…" Rachel begins brushing the hair from her face.

"We got hitched." Puck finishes and she looks at him.

"Well, I wouldn't have worded it quite so eloquently, but yes, we got… hitched." She says the last word as though it leaves a bad taste in her mouth and Puck frowns.

"Gees, Berry, I didn't realize the mere thought of being married to me turned your stomach so much." He says gruffly and throws the sheets off him, grabbing his boxers off the floor and pulling them on. He stands and turn to face her. He's not really sure why he's so angry. She's got every right to be upset. Christ they're married and they're still in high school. Who wouldn't be freaked out about that.

"Noah, no, I…" She starts to move toward him but stops when the bed sheet starts to fall. "Ugh, could you possibly hand me something to put on?" She flushes a little and he stares at her. Is she actually blushing? After what they did last night? He's pretty sure some of the things he did to her are illegal in certain states (he doesn't think they're illegal in Nevada but to be honest he's not really sure). Rolling his eyes, he grabs the shirt he was wearing the night before and tosses it to her. She smiles gratefully and pulls it on (under the sheets) before slowly climbing out of bed and turning to look at him. The sight of her in nothing but his button up dress shirt causes a stirring in his gut. Yes, he realizes that this is not the time to be thinking about this, but regardless of the situation he's still a male in the sexual prime of his life and Rachel Berry is one good looking Jew, who's wearing nothing but HIS shirt; his body's going to react to that god damn it! "Noah, I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to insult you."

"Yeah, sure…" He jerks his head quickly, running his hand over his Mohawk. "It's cool. I mean, this whole thing is pretty fucked up." She frowns a little a his language and he feels a pang of regret. He knows how much she dislikes swearing. "Um, so what… I mean, you know, what are we going to do about this?" He holds up his left hand and she stares at his ring before looking down at her matching one.

"Well, I had some time to ponder the situation after I came to terms with the events of last night. I think for right now we need to go back to Lima. My dads have a brilliant lawyer and, while I'm sure they'll be disappointed in our actions and the ensuing results of said actions, I'm also certain that they will be able to remedy the situation." She says quickly and for a second she looks like the crazy, obsessed Berry he's used to and for some weird ass reason it comforts him. "I'm sure that this marriage isn't even legal, Noah. I mean, we're in high school and we were clearly inebriated. I'm sure any judge will agree that we were obviously not capable of making sound decisions last night."

"OK." Puck nods slowly. "So, we go back to Lima and talk to your dad."

"Well, we should probably talk to daddy instead of dad." Rachel interrupts. "He's the one that deals with the lawyer. Of course both of them will end up finding out eventually so it probably doesn't matter…" She goes off on another rant about something and Puck just stares at her.

"OK, sure." He says slowly, not completely sure what the hell she's talking about, when it suddenly hits him. "Shit, I'm going to have to tell my mom, aren't I?" He sits down on the bed. "Man, she's gonna be so pissed."

"We could tell them together, if you want?" Rachel sits down next to him, her bare leg brushing against his. "I'm not completely familiar with the phrase but isn't there some sort of 'strength in numbers' saying?" He slowly turns his head to find Rachel watching him with a concerned expression.

"That's sounds like a pretty good plan, Berry." Puck gives her a small smile, which she returns before standing and heading toward the bathroom. "Hey, Rach…" His hand shoots out to grab hers and she turns back to him. "I'm really sorry." She's quiet for a long moment before giving him a small smile.

"While I may not recall every detail, Noah, I am certain that I was a willing participant in everything that happened last night."