I had an idea and got it all out, and it's come out in a bit of a jumble, but I hope you guys will stick with me through it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

It had been a week since Noah Puckerman had moved into Rachel Berry's apartment, and so far, it had been a pretty good idea. Probably one of the best ones his best friend, Finn Hudson, had ever had. Rent had been getting on top of him over the past few months, and when he mentioned it too Finn, he had suggested that he move in with Rachel. Puck had never had much to do with Rachel, she was his best friends ex, but she had always seemed like a cool chick, even if she had some funny habits. Finn and Rachel had split up but remained friends, a concept Puck could never understand, because his break ups usually ended with some angry girl throwing plates and cups at him. But here he was, sitting in the lounge of a nicer apartment than he could ever afford by himself, watching the brunette move around the kitchen, oblivious to his eyes. She was humming along to whatever was playing on her iPod, her hips swaying slightly from side to side. He was very comfortable with his new living situation.

"Stop staring at my ass, Noah," came a soft voice and Puck was drawn out of his trance, a playful grin crossing his lips when he realized Rachel had turned around and caught his gaze.

"And a fine ass it is at that," he told her with a grin. Rachel rolled her eyes and went back to her cleaning. Puck didn't stop staring. If she really didn't want her looking at him, she wouldn't be wearing those tiny booty shorts that were so thin, when she bent over and they were strained over her ass he could see her dark underwear.

The flirtation had started after the second day he had moved in, and she had come out of the bathroom only wearing a towel. His eyes had scanned over her cleavage and her toned legs before coming back up to her face. She had raised her eyebrows at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She purposefully brushed against him as she past him to go to her room.

Living with her was fun.

"You realize that even though you pay half of everything, you actually have to help around here," she called. Puck grumbled under his breath and glanced back at the TV one more time before getting up.

"What you need help with?" He asked, leaning over the wooden island in the middle of the kitchen. Rachel only looked him out of the corner of her eye, still unable to control the lust that came over her face when she looked at him. She couldn't believe she had never really noticed him when she was going out with Finn. Those eyes that teased her from across the room and those hands that looked like they would know exactly where to touch her, and how.

"You can…Vacuum," she replied before leaving the kitchen.

"Oh, so you assign me to be your cleaning bitch and then leave?" He yelled after her.

"I got work in half an hour!" She yelled back. Puck couldn't help but grin as he heard her door slam shut. He never minded seeing her before she left for work. She worked at a strip club, as a bar tender unfortunately, but she still dressed the part. Slutty, but with that touch of class that made Puck drool. Puck got to cleaning the lounge, because she was right, he had agreed to help out around the place to repay her for her hospitality.

Vacuuming aside, he put the machine back in the closet in the hallway and slumped down on the couch, hooking one leg over the arm and turning the TV up. It was only eight on a Saturday night, and he had plans with a sexy Latina later on, but he was more than comfortable to lounge about til then. Twenty minutes later, Rachel came out of her room, and Puck was not let down. She was wearing a tiny leather mini skirt, a purple bra and black vest that barely covered more than the bra itself. Her belly button piercing caught the light as she moved around the lounge, finding her wallet and phone. Puck licked his lips subconsciously as she bent over in front of him, giving him an amazing view of her ass and the lacy purple panties she was wearing.

"Like I said, Puckerman," her lips moved seductively over his last name as she straightened up. "Stop looking at my ass." Puck grinned as she left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind her.

"And you haven't slept with her yet?" Sam Evans sounded disbelieving. Puck raised his eyebrows, agreeing with his friends disbelief. Finn grinned from where he was sitting at the bar, drinking a bottle of beer.

"It has only been a week," Puck quickly pointed out.

"She's not easy," Finn stated.

"I'm not saying that, perse," Sam assured him. "Just…I mean, she's hot, she's walking around in barely anything, bending over and flashing that ass I can only imagine is perfect. That's—that's asking to be fucked, isn't it?" Finn snorted and shook his head.

"She acts all confident and shit, but she's not a slut. She won't just sleep with anyone," Finn replied. Puck didn't usually listen to his friend when he had advice about girls, he usually had no issues in that department. But given it was Finn who had already scored with Rachel, he guessed there was no problem in listening. "She only sleeps with guys that, ya know, she likes or she goes out with."

"Really? She doesn't seem like one of those chicks," Puck rolled his eyes as he threw back his shot. He checked his phone, which had vibrated and his eyes flew open in surprise when he saw the time. It was already past two in the morning. The text was from Rachel, telling him to get his ass home. A smile curved on his lips and he held it up for Finn and Sam to see. "Maybe she isn't." He was back at the apartment in a matter of minutes, glad it was just around the corner, a smirk on his face. As he opened the door, though, the smile had dropped. Rachel was standing in the lounge, facing the door, her arms crossed over her chest, an annoyed look on her face. "What'd I do?" Puck sighed.

"I don't care if you have people over," she began. "Just don't leave them waiting outside for me to entertain." Puck frowned in confusion, and then looked over her shoulder to where Santana Lopez was standing, looking annoyed. He tried a sheepish smile at Rachel who just rolled her eyes and left the two in the lounge.

Usually when Santana was around, Puck couldn't pay attention to anything else. She was a great lay, and fucking hot, and the best part was that she swung both ways, so she was never opposed to a threesome. But right now, it was the shorter brunette wearing more than the Latina in front of him, but looking so much sexier.

When Puck got out of bed the next morning, he was glad to see Santana had let herself out. She was pretty good with the fuck buddy guidelines, unlike so many other girls Puck had been with. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and stumbled out into the lounge, rubbing his eyes. Rachel was already awake, bent over the island, reading a magazine and drinking coffee. He let himself appraise those bare legs once again before going around to the coffee pot and pouring the rest into another mug. When he turned around to face her, her eyebrows were raised.

"What?" He asked as he felt himself waking up properly, the caffeine running through his veins. He glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost eleven, which would be why the sun was so bright.

"I think we need to go over a few things," she began, straightening up. As she did so, her singlet rode up and revealed a strip of tanned navel.

"Aight, like what?"

"Like, I don't wanna come home and find a horny girl trapped outside waiting for you," she tried to sound annoyed but he saw the smile on those glossed lips of hers. "You don't need to tell me when someone is coming over, you just need to be here to let them in!" Puck gave a short nod. "And, you need to stop checking me out, it makes me feel uncomfortable. We live together, it would be awkward if we fucked."

"I think it would only improve us living together," Puck stated with a smirk. "And I really don't think you mind me checking you out," his voice dropped as he closed the space between them. Rachel blinked quickly at the intrusion in her personal space. "I think you like it." Rachel pursed her lips before taking a step back.

"I don't just fuck anyone, Noah," she said with a half smile. "And to be honest, you couldn't handle me. I'm an emotional wreck," she let out a short laugh and Puck couldn't help but wonder what that had to do with sex. Maybe that was what Finn was talking about, maybe she was one of those girls. Puck watched her go, a curious expression on his face.

In her room, Rachel closed her door quietly and breathed out heavily through her nose. If she'd known how Puck was going to affect her when she said he could move in, she would've said no. He was hot, no doubt about it, but he was a ladies man, and no matter how confident and self assured she acted, she wasn't. She had been hurt too many times to trust another guy, which had been why her relationship with Finn had ended before it had really started. She wasn't interested in getting involved with another guy who thought he was a gift to woman kind. There was a knock at the door and she jumped slightly. She turned as the door opened and Puck stuck his head in, a different expression on his face than the smirk he had been wearing earlier.

"Alright," Puck said quietly. She raised an eyebrow.

"Alright…What?" She asked confused. He came into her room and she was glad that he had put a shirt on.

"If I screwed you, I wouldn't be good with that emotional shit," he shrugged. "I'm not good with any of that. But you've been a good bitch in letting me stay here with you," she rolled her eyes at that. "So, as long as the emotional shit ain't about me, I'm here." He cracked a grin and Rachel couldn't help but return it.

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