Author's note: Two things. First thing- I love Glee. I do. Huge Puckleberry fan. I think the show is brilliant- most of the time. See the thing is there are times when the show is just good. And it hurts because you can SEE how if things just went a little further… I mean you can just TASTE it. This is my attempt to take things to that place. Which means this story will push the envelope. Which also means it's rated M for a reason. Second thing- this will be slightly AU. Sometimes on purpose. Sometimes by accident. I'm going to get some of the minutia wrong, and my dialogue might not be fully authentic. I'll try, but I'll miss the mark sometimes. Forgive me?

Chapter One- Dirty.

Noah Puckerman woke up hard and sweaty to his ringing alarm. This wasn't an unusal event for the teenage sex machine. But it was winter. It was nearly seven and it was still dark outside. His windows were frosted over, but he was sweating. His blankets were on the ground, and he was tangled in just his sheet but he was a hard sweaty mess. Because of her.

He'd dreamed of her. Again. Only this time… this time there'd been slushies. He'd been walking thru the hall and seen her. It had been like the first time. They'd agreed to meet at his locker before first period. He'd been bringing the slushie to her. Grape – her favorite. She was wearing tight jeans that showed off her ass and his old white button down shirt, the one she'd given him for his bar mitzvah but was too small for him now. Truth be told, it was too small for her now too, but he liked the way it showed off her… berries. He couldn't remember when or how she'd claimed it back, but damn he loved seeing her in it.

Like the first time she'd been talking to some senior. Daniel something. Total drama closet case. Daniel was leaning over her, totally putting the moves on Rachel and she was letting him. He had clutched the slushie in his hand and rushed forward. And like the first time he'd decided that someone needed to cool down. The rage had boiled up. Daniel "Jizzstain" Jizowick. He remembered now. Drama boy's last name was Jizowick. The Jizzstain would learn not to mess with Puck's girl. And then at the last minute when the Stain had leaned in even closer to kiss her, she'd done it again. Just like the first time. She'd sort of… pushed the Stain aside, pirouetted away and toward him and smiled. She'd seen him. Rachel had seen him and really smiled. He should have known that she would. Rachel always saw him.

He had smiled back. She really was his. He was still totally going to give the Stain a slushie bath, but Rachel was totally his girl. But then Kurt had bumped into him. And the slushie… he'd hit Rachel with it. Just like the first time. That part of him that knew this was a dream was silently screaming. Not again. He would not let this happen again. This was the moment Puck was born. But he didn't want to be a badass cougar tamer who got more tail than Tiger Woods. He wanted to be Noa Puckerman, Rachel Berry's boyfriend. Well, okay, her badass boyfriend.

But this time was different. Because HE was different. This time he'd had the balls to say it. When she'd turned away, he'd dropped the cup, caught her arm, gotten down on his knees and said it "Rachel I'm sorry. I love you." And this time… this time, on his knees, he'd looked up at her. He'd seen that she loved him too.

And the world had melted away. So that it was just the two of them, in the hallway of McKinley High. Him on his knees in front of her, her left arm gripped gently by his right. She'd rolled her eyes and called him an idiot. Grape slushie had dripped off her face then onto his, and they'd laughed. She'd leaned down over him and licked it off of him. And he'd gone hard in that instant. He'd looked up and seen how the gooey grape goodness had sort of… clung to his shirt. Her shirt. Her… berries. He could see her nipples and they were hard. He'd done that. He'd made her nipples hard.

"Noah," she said softly as she stroked his head with her free arm. "Help me clean up? I feel so… dirty."

He'd almost pulled a Finn then. Watching her pull her arm from his and trail two perfectly manicured fingers from her pussy –it was a dream so he was allowed to use that word- up along her flat grape slushie covered belly, up over her hard nipples –the nipples he'd made hard- and passed her plump, juicy lips. Holy Randy Rodgers and Horny Hammerstein. He could feel his cock twitch in rhythm with every twitch of her lips. Every time she suckled on her fingers it was like she was sucking on him. He could just imagine what her tongue was doing to her fingers and what they could be doing to him.

When she shivered, he shivered. It took him a moment to realize they were shivering for different reasons.

"What, what is it baby?" he asked, his voice rough and hard.

She blushes but doesn't look away. "I'm cold Noah. I've got slushie in my-"

"Pussy" he breathes at the same instant she says "jeans."

"Noah!" She giggles. "That's dirty."

He grins at her and tells her he'll turn her temperature up.

She laughs again then takes his hands and places them on the front of her jeans. And then she says it, the thing that makes him break into that sweat. "Lick it clean for me?"