The fun, diverse characters of Glee belong to Ryan Murphy.

This is a LOOSE sequel to "Size Does Matter", by me. It can easily stand alone though.

In my world, Quinn did not get pregnant when she and Puck got it on.

In my world, Mark Salling would remain shirtless permanently.

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Chapter 1

Noah pulled his truck into Rachel's driveway and sprang to the door. Spring Break. Fuck, yeah he was excited. He knocked at the door and her dad opened it quickly. The whole glee club was headed to Panama City Beach, Florida, for Spring Break. He couldn't wait, a week with his babe on the beach and very little supervision. This was too awesome.

After he loaded all 4 of her bags (FOUR!) and a cooler into his truck, they headed up to the high school where his truck would be parked all week. The group was meeting there to drive to Florida in a giant carpool. He loved his truck, but he didn't think it was dependable enough to get them to Florida so he would let someone whose daddy bought her or his vehicle drive them. This was his first big vacation in a really long time. His ma just didn't have the extra dough for this kind of vacation. If the Glee Club weren't being sponsored by Brittany's family, they wouldn't be going at all. Her parents had rented a huge house on the beach, and they were going to perform at a few senior citizen centers. It's all good to him. Free vacation, pretty much.

Rachel and he rode in Mike's car with Brittany and him. He tried scoring some action in the backseat, but Rachel was very firm. Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury were taking the lead in the front. It was kind of funny that they were "chaperoning". Most of the time, it looked like they were the ones who needed a chaperone.

The drive was long, and Puck was impatient and bored. Brittany, Mike, and Rachel sang along to the radio a lot, but he wasn't into it. He was always antsy in a car if he wasn't driving. He tried to drive at the first stop, but Mike wasn't ready to relinquish the wheel. He tried sleeping too, but it just wasn't in the cards. He was bored silly and was slowly going insane. Brittany decided they needed a game to entertain themselves. She called it "what if". Shit. He hated these girly games. They always got him into trouble.

The first one was easy… "What if you found a bag of money…"
Like who, if he or she was honest, wouldn't keep it? Seriously.

"What if you had the opportunity to sleep with the celebrity of your dreams and your significant other would be guaranteed not to find out?" This was trickier. He could feel Rachel's eyes on him. Mike immediately said no he would turn the celebrity down in favor of a "real" relationship. Damn liar. Rachel and Brittany agreed they would turn it down.

"My girlfriend wouldn't find out?" Puck asked. "I would definitely do my dream celebrity."

Rachel huffed and smacked him in the arm before he could continue.

"Any chance to do THE Rachel Berry, Broadway diva, would be totally worth it!" He smiled at her.

"You really think I'll be your dream celebrity?" she asked him hopefully.

"Babe, you already are."

That shit got him to second base and killed a few hours of a long car ride.

After they stopped off at Subway for dinner, Puck took over driving for a while. Things went well until Rachel put her head on his leg to take a little nap. Shit. He couldn't have her face that close to his dick and not think about the last time her lips were wrapped around it. It had been like four freakin' days. Mother Nature had kept them from enjoying their favorite pastime last weekend, and Rachel had wanted to keep Puck from going crazy. She had led him into her bathroom upstairs at her house and taken care of things in a matter of minutes. He had to admit, it did make him less tense. But now, now he was thinking about it too much, and it just wasn't going to happen.

He glanced in the rearview mirror to see Brittany and Mike all wrapped around each other, sound asleep. Were they like going out or just hooking up? He'd have to ask Rachel because he was always the last one to know these things.

He rubbed Rachel's cheek a little and trailed a finger over her lips. She turned toward his finger, half asleep, and started sucking on it a little. SHIT. Instantly hard, he raised himself off the seat a little to readjust. Shorts were way too tight.

He used one hand to reach under her top and cup a breast. He felt her nipple respond instinctively. He stroked it a little and put a thumb over it. He wished he could get his mouth to it, but that probably wouldn't be too safe heading down the highway.

He watched Rachel arch her back a little, and she put her knees together tight. AHA! This was progress. He reached a little further and started stroking her over top of her jeans. They were a little tight in the crotch, so he couldn't really feel anything, but he knew they were pressing hard on her clit. He rubbed harder and thought he heard a moan. He reached back up to her breasts and tugged her shirt up higher so he could see her boobs.

She was completely awake now. "Noah?" she questioned.

"Sorry, babe. I could feel your breath on me, and it reminded me of last Sunday, and then…"

She got a wicked gleam in her eye. She peeked over the seat to make sure the couple in back was completely asleep. Then she reached for his fly and undid his shorts. Puck gulped. No fucking way, his sweet little girl who had been a virgin less than a month ago was going to…

"Fuck, yeah!" he whispered as she grabbed hold of his cock and started fisting it up and down. She tugged at the shorts until she got them down a little. She stroked his balls which had already tightened up close to his body. When she put him in her mouth and deep throated him he swerved a little with the car. Fortunately nobody was nearby. Damn.

"Noah, you have to concentrate on driving or I'm going to have to stop," she warned him.

" 'S alright babe. I'm good. I'm good. Don't stop!"

This was totally going in the spank bank. Fuck, yeah. She was licking him up and down and playing with the boys. Then she sucked on just the tip and swirled her tongue around. All of a sudden she put him all the way in with that amazing lack of a gag reflex.

"Rach," he warned her.

He always warned her even though 90% of the time she DIDN'T care. That's how fucking hot his girlfriend was. She swallowed and liked it.

He unloaded down her throat and kept the car running smooth, although he was grateful as hell for cruise control. She tucked him back in his shorts and helped him get the shorts back up and on. He kissed her and thanked her and told her how much he loved her.

Brittany and Mike woke up then.

"What's that smell?" Brittany asked.

"I don't smell anything." Rachel asked.

Puck tried to keep the smile off his face when he caught Mike's eye in the rearview mirror and he mouthed "You dirty fucker!" to him. Damn straight. He was a stud.

They arrived at the condo about midnight. It had been a long night but Mr. Schue quickly went through room assignments.

"Puck and Finn, Rachel and Tina, Artie and Kurt, Mike and Matt, Quinn and Mercedes, Brittany and Santana. Now remember guys, you stay with your roommate all week. No changes. You should not be in a member of the opposite sex's room for any reason. The girls are on the top floor, the guys are on the second floor. PLEASE abide by these rules for all our sakes or I will have to revoke privileges. Ms. Pillsbury will be on the floor with the girls, and I will be on the floor with the guys. I know some of you are in relationships, but this is for everyone's comfort and safety."

Puck smirked. No fucking way he was staying away from his girl this whole trip. Glee club or no glee club. Puck carried Rachel's FOUR suitcases up to her room.

"Which room is Ms. Pillsbury's?" he asked her quietly.

"I think she's right next store. Why?"

He just smiled. He took a mayonnaise packet out of his pocket and wiped it on the floor in front of the bed. Then he walked out. When he saw Ms. Pillsbury struggling to carry her suitcases up he quickly offered to help.

"Thank you, Puck!" she told him. She had seen him carry Rachel's bags and was a little irritated that Will hadn't offered to do the same for her!

"Which room?" he asked and she motioned to the one he had just come from, but fortunately he had not seen it.

As he set the bags down on the bed, he stopped and stood over the white mayo mess in front of the bed.

"Oh my god, is that a come stain?" he shouted.

"What? Where? GROSS!" she hollered and paled visibly. "How disgusting! I cannot sleep here. I cannot sleep here."

Will came rushing up and tried to console her by saying he'd clean it up. Puck quickly grabbed some paper towels and cleaner from the bathroom to wipe it up himself. He made it a point to walk right past her with it and mention something about who knows how that room was cleaned if that was still in there.

She started shaking. Will tried to tell her it would be fine, she had brought her own sheets, and they could clean it, but she told him there was no way she was sleeping in that room. Will looked around helplessly. Most of the other girls had unpacked a few items and hopped straight into bed so they could get to sleep. He couldn't ask them to switch at this point.

"I'll stay in this room, and you can have mine." Will told her chivalrously.

"Thank you, Will. Thank you."

"Seriously, Mr. Schue, we're going to go back to Ohio and you're going to tell people that you slept next to a bunch of high school girls while the other chaperone was on another floor? That shit'll get you fired for sure!"

Will ran his hand through his hair. Puck was right. That didn't sound good at all.

"Finn and I will switch with her. We don't care, and we haven't even unpacked."

"I don't know, Puck. I don't want you on the same floor as the girls…"

"Mr. Schue, what else can we do? We have no choice!"

And that, thought Puck, is how it's done. He went back down two flights of stairs to get his own bag and head up to his new room, coincidentally, the room next to his girlfriend.