These are going to be a series of outtakes from my For the First Time fic. Let me know if you come up with any other ideas!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee!
Oh and BTW, my drunkRachel is a little mouthy. And Puck is well, Puckish. Also, there's a hint of smut! So if any of that offends you, you may wanna skip over.
After Santana's Party
"Your mom's working tonight. I'll just stay at your place." "You're kidding, right?"
"I've got nowhere else to go. I just want to sleep this off, then I'll be out your way." Rachel said. She didn't know why she was pressing the issue so hard. Puck looked at her warily.
"Am I that atrocious that you can't do me this one favor? Nevermind Puckerman." Rachel yelled, opening her door to get out. Puck grabbed her arm and pulled her back in.
"Dramatic much, Berry? Close the door." Puck said and drove off.
Puck switched from Rachel's music (What the hell was that anyway? Her lame excuse for a party playlist?) and turned on the radio.
"Noaah?" Rachel called. It was like a half whine, half squeal.
"Are you gonna barf Berry? Cause I don't tolerate drunk, barfing chicks." Puck really regretted this idea already. He was still trying to figure out what made him volunteer to take Rachel home anyway. If she was just going to end up at his house, they should have just stayed longer at the party. It was only a little after 1!
"God no, Noah. I just wanted you to stop me to the nearest convenience store. I read online that I should have been drinking water after every drink. I can see how that'ssseasy to forget." Rachel said. Puck would have thought she was sober, aside from the fact that she slurred some of her words.
"Leave it to you to research safe drinking tips. All you need to do is take a piss and eat. And it's not like I don't have water at my house." Rachel reached over and touched his shoulder, causing Puck to look over at her.
"I really appreciate this Noah. I know that everyone thinks I'm annoying and intense and all those words that oddly I can't remember, but I couldn't go home like this. I don't need my dads to worry about me any more than they already do."
Maybe she didn't remember what words she wanted to use, but Puck noticed that Rachel didn't get any less talkative when she was drunk. Hopefully she'd just pass out when they got to his house.
"S'cool Berry."
"You could have been hooking up with someone or whatever it is you do at parties. Hope I didn't ruin that too."
Puck just had sex right with one of his classmates (Brandi? Brittany?) before he got on the road that afternoon. He could have screwed Santana that night, but he was just kind of stoked to see all his friends, drink, and hang out. Disregard how unbadass that sounds.
He looked over at Rachel who was lightly snoring with her head on the window. She looked so cute and—
Bad idea Puckerman. You're clearly in over your head man. Puck thought to himself. He'd been avoiding Rachel since the last time she came to visit Finn. He'd said too much that night and was surprised that he didn't just come out and confess how he really felt about her. So tonight, he'd lay Rachel in Hannah's room and lock the door so that he wouldn't be tempted to go in.
Unfortunately, Rachel woke up as soon as Puck put her car in park outside his house. She stretched and turned to him with a smile.
"I'm really proud that you're successfully completed your first year of college." She said randomly as she followed him on the path across his yard.
"Uh thanks. Congrats on graduating. So, you can go up to Hannah's room and get comfortable there. My mom made her clean up before she left for her sleepover, so it's actually neat." Puck said as he went into the kitchen. He hoped Rachel would go straight upstairs, but she followed him right behind him.
"I'm hungry. God, I could really go for a whole vegetarian pizza!" Rachel said. She opened the pantry, without asking, and squealed at the top of her lungs.
"Fuck Berry, what are you yelling for?"
"Muffin mix! Usually I make all my baked goods from scratch, but this'll do. Can I make these?" She was practically foaming at the mouth and he thought it was hilarious.
"No." Puck just wanted to see her reaction. She ignored him and started looking for what she'd need. Instead of arguing with her, because even drunk Rachel Berry was a force to be reckoned with, he pulled out bowl and muffin pan from the cabinet.
"Good, you'll assist." Rachel said. She began shouting off orders as if she was making a five-course meal. The muffins only needed water.
"You're psychotic." Puck said. Rachel was now pretending to host her own cooking show as she poured the muffin mix in the pans.
"Not really. I'm hot though."
"It's cause you're drunk. I always get hot after I've had a few drinks." Puck explained. Rachel snorted.
"Not temperature hot Puckerman. I'm hot. Like fucking sexy. You've been eying my ass all night." Shit. He was caught red-handed. At the same time, it didn't escape him that Rachel cursed twice.
"Well, I thought the skirts were hot but apparently they weren't doing your ass justice. It looks great in those shorts." Puck admitted.
"Are you saying that because you mean it or because you just want to make me feel good about myself?" Rachel asked. The look she was giving him a chill through his body.
"No need to lie about it Berry. I've always thought you were hot. Even if you didn't let me touch your boobs when we had our fling."
"Well do it now." Rachel said, pulling off her shirt in one single motion. Puck groaned. He could see where this took him or he could stop before things went too far. She was drunk, for goodness sakes.
"You're drunk." Puck blurted out, mostly to remind himself. Rachel rolled his eyes and stalked toward him until he bumped into the dining room table.
"And horny. Apparently having alcohol in my system has made me realize how much I've always wanted you." Rachel hooked her finger around Puck's belt loop and pulled him towards her.
"My threshold for saying no is really low Rachel. I can only remind you that you're drunk so many times before I ignore the fact." Puck said warily. He was so turned on by her that he was terrified. Nothing good would come out of this. Rachel just smirked at him and rubbed her butt against his growing erection.
"Rachelll." This needed to stop. Puck moved from under her and held her arms at her side.
"Noah, my threshold for rejection is low." Rachel broke away from his grip and sauntered over to the oven to put the muffins inside. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs slowly. She tossed them to Puck, who was standing there with his mouth wide open.
"Muffins will be done in 12 minutes. Guess that means I've got 12 minutes to turn you on Puckerman. However, it seems as if you've already got a rise out of me."
He couldn't take anymore teasing. Puck pulled Rachel toward him and led her to the couch. He pulled her on top of him for a makeout/groping session (there were muffins in the oven, after all). Rachel grinded on top of him and Puck smacked her ass. Rachel squealed and bit his ear.
"Smack it again." Rachel whispered seductively. Puck followed directions, wondering if he could get any harder. As soon as the oven timer rang, he practically threw her off him and ran into the kitchen. He almost forgot to wear an oven mitt. When he rushed back into the living room, Rachel was gone. She left a trail of her bra and panty up the stairs. Puck collected the pieces and walked in his room, stripping off his shirt and pants to join the naked brunette on his bed.
"Berry, I didn't know you had it in you. You're going to regret this in the morning. You're totally gonna freak out." Puck warned. Rachel shrugged.
"Fuck it then." Puck said, lowering his mouth on her nipple.
"No." Rachel moaned. "Fuck me then."