Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: My muse has been on a roll lately and last night I got this idea so I ran with it. This was meant to just be a one-shot but it got kind of long. This is Part I of 'Last Night Again'. I'm not exactly sure how many parts this is going to be but at least 2 or 3. This is a future fic, and it's completely AU. Hopefully no one gets too confused, I tried to explain everything but if anyone has any questions let me know.

Puck yanked his pants on as he stumbled down the stairs of the unfamiliar house. He was fumbling with his shoes, mumbling swear words under his breath, and reaching for the doorknob of the front door when he heard a giggle from behind him. He whirled around and even though he was still half-asleep don't think he didn't notice to the short, leggy brunette leaning against the kitchen counter drinking a mug of coffee wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of panties.

"Good morning." She smiled at him.

"…Hi?" He stepped towards the doorway of the kitchen and away from the front door. "You live here?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Yes." She nodded. "You must be the guy from Santana's room." She chuckled. "I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk so dirty before in my life."

"Yea." He ran his hand over his mohawk. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't realize the walls were that thin." He frowned.

"It's okay, I had to get up anyway." Rachel shrugged and stepped towards him. "I'm Rachel, by the way." She held her hand that wasn't holding her mug out to him and he shook it.

"Puck." He replied.

She wrinkled her nose. "Nickname?"

"Noah Puckerman." He smiled and she nodded.

"Noah." She repeated his name.

"Yea." He stepped towards her. "You're Santana's roommate?"

"Yea, one of them." Rachel nodded. "I'm not sure why I picked the room right next to Santana's. It was a horrible move on my part and my other roommate, Kurt, refuses to switch rooms with me." She sighed. "I usually put earplugs in before I go to sleep but I fell asleep studying…" She trailed off, when she saw his face. "What?"

"You talk a lot." He smirked.

"Sorry." She blushed. "Would you like some breakfast?" She asked quickly, moving towards the refrigerator and pulling out the eggs.

"Uh…" He scratched his head.

"Have a seat." She motioned to the small kitchen table but instead he hoisted himself up on the countertop beside the stove. She shot him a disapproving glance but he chose to ignore it.

"You got a boyfriend, Rachel?" He asked.

"How is that any of your business, Noah?" She smiled, cracking an egg onto the skillet.

"Why are you avoiding the question?"

"I like to focus on my academics rather than get wrapped up in the drama that surrounds the immature men that live in this town." Rachel told him.

"You could have just said 'no'." He laughed. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-one, almost twenty-two."

"I'm twenty-three." He told her even though she hadn't asked. "I go to NYU, by the way. Music major." She raised her eyebrows but kept silent. "I think Santana mentioned something about going to NYU as well."

"She does." Rachel nodded.

"Do you? I'm only asking because I'm pretty sure I've never seen you on campus. I'd remember those legs." He smirked, looking down at her bare lower half.

She had forgotten she was only wearing panties and a t-shirt. She blushed slightly and shifted her weight. "I go to Julliard." She told him.

"Oh." He nodded his head once. "Dance?"

"And singing." She answered.

"That's cool." He drummed his fingers on the edge of the counter. "I sing too… and play guitar."

"Guitar? That's impressive." She nodded in approval.

"You must be pretty talented." He commented.

"I am." She told him seriously and he laughed.

"Cocky, much?" He smirked.

"Nope, just confident." She smiled as well, moving around the kitchen fixing him a plate of the eggs she had made and a cinnamon roll she had made before he had come downstairs. She topped it off with some pancakes she quickly whipped up and led him towards the table, setting the plate, a fork, and some syrup in front of him.

He quickly dug into the food and she sat in a chair across the table from him, pulling her knees up to her chest and just watched him eat.

"S'good." He told her around a bite of the pastry.

"I'm glad you enjoy it." She smiled.

"Juice?" He asked.

She got up quickly and a few seconds she sat a glass of orange juice in front of him.

"I don't mean to sound rude by asking for all this stuff but my roommate and I can't cook anything edible. I usually just have pop tarts for breakfast so this is a nice change." He told her.

"Don't worry about it. I like to cook." She brushed it off. "Santana and Kurt usually aren't up before I leave for my first class so I never get to make them breakfast." He nodded silently, still listening to her. "How'd you meet Santana?" She asked him.

"Some club we were both at last night." He replied.

"I went to high school with her and Kurt. That's why we got this big house together. I was going to Julliard, Santana was accepted to NYU, and Kurt got into Berkeley but we all wanted to be roommates. We found this old house for rent. It took a while to make it livable but it's home to us, you know."

"It looks like an old frat house." He looked around and nodded.

"Yea." She rested her chin on her knees and studied him across the table from him. "Do you make this a habit?" She asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Having breakfast with your one night stands roommate?" Rachel smiled.

"No." He smirked. "Do you make a habit of cooking breakfast for the strange men your friend brings home?" He asks and she laughs.

They hear someone shuffle down the stairs and then Santana is standing sleepy-eyed in the doorway of the kitchen. "What the hell are you still doing here?" She asked, glaring at Puck. "I told you to leave over an hour ago."

"Rachel made me breakfast." Puck pointed his fork at the wide-eyed brunette across the table from him.

"Rachel?" Santana turned her glare on Rachel. "Didn't I tell you to stop inviting my hookups to stay for breakfast?"

Puck raised his eyebrows; apparently Rachel did make a habit of this.

"He looked hungry." Rachel shrugged.

"That's what the McDonald's drive-thru is for." Santana snarled and crossed her arms.

"Who's the hottie?" Kurt asked, stepping into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, eyeing Puck the entire time.

"He was just leaving." Santana answered before Rachel could open her mouth. "Now."

"I'll walk you out." Rachel narrowed her eyes at Santana before leading Puck towards the front door. He slipped his jacket on and Rachel opened the front door for him. "It was nice meeting you." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Likewise." He smirked down at her, fixing his collar. He stepped out on the porch and turned back to face Rachel, taking in her body better in the daylight that streamed in from behind him. She really did have nice legs. "I'll see you around sometime." He said although it probably wasn't true.

"Maybe." She went to close the door but his hand stopped her.

"I'm having a party this weekend. You wanna come?" He asked hopefully.

"I have an exam on Monday so I don't think I'll be anywhere but the library." She offered him a sad smile and shrugged. "Maybe some other time."

"Yea." He stepped back from the door. "See you, Legs."

She rolled her eyes and blushed at his nickname he had just made up for her and shut the door. He turned and walked down the steps of the porch. He glanced back at the house and thought of the two brunettes inside. The one he had slept with last night and the one he had breakfast with this morning. Fuck. He had gotten the wrong roommate last night.

"Rachel?" Santana's voice came from the kitchen.

"In here!" Rachel yelled back from her spot on the bed, where she was currently surrounded by school books and her extensive notes. She probably had them memorized by now.

Santana appeared in the doorway on Rachel's room and raised her eyebrows. "Studying again?"

"I told you that I have an exam on Monday." Rachel replied, closing her books and moving them to a pile on her desk. "Did you need something?"

A smile broke out over Santana's face when she remembered what she had come up here for. "I need to borrow that skirt of yours that I like. You know, that really short one that makes your ass look better than mine." The Latina pulled Rachel's closet open.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I don't see why you don't just keep it. You wear it more than I do."

"I'm going to this party tonight." Santana told her. "This guy named Matt Rutherford is having it. He is oh-so-gorgeous and I'm thinking that if I play my cards right he'll let me stay over."

"That sounds like fun." Rachel sighed, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. "I'm probably going to order in and then go to sleep."

"Rachel?" Santana groaned. "It's Saturday night. Come out with me. It'll be fun."

"I have an exam that I have to study for." Rachel reminded her friend.

"You're dance class was cancelled yesterday and you got in at least three more hours of study time. Come to this party with me, Rachel, please. We junior's in college. We are supposed to go to parties and get sloppy drunk and sleep with random guys. It's like a rite of passage."

Rachel gnawed on her bottom lip and shook her head. "I shouldn't."

Santana smiled and pulled out a short, yellow dress because she knew she could get Rachel to cave. "One night of fun, Rachel, that's all I'm asking for. You go out with me tonight and tomorrow I'll make Kurt leave the house and you'll have it all to yourself all day to study."

"Just for a few hours?" Rachel asked.

"Three hours tops and then I'll let you drag my drunk ass home and put me to bed." Santana held the dress out to Rachel.

Rachel glanced at the clock. It was almost ten o'clock, they'd be home by two in the morning and Rachel did get in a lot of extra study time yesterday afternoon. "Fine." Rachel grabbed the dress and then frowned. "Why yellow?"

"You'll stand out." Santana shrugged. "Besides, yellow looks amazing with your skin tone. Now get your ass dressed and be downstairs in half an hour."

Rachel did as she was told and soon she was pulling up in front a house on the other side of town that Santana said belonged to Matt and his roommate. Rachel took a deep breath, already regretting Santana dragging her here, and let her friend grab her hand before leading her up the front steps of the already crowded house and inside, where the music pounded in her ears and the smell of alcohol invaded her nostrils.

Santana leaned over, whispering something in Rachel's ear that vaguely sounded like 'I'll find you later' and then was devoured by the crowd of people that were dancing and drinking. Rachel wasn't used to this. She didn't come to parties and drink. This wasn't her crowd. This was Santana's. Rachel sighed, looking around her for Santana but couldn't find her friend, who even though they had only been here for a few minutes was probably chatting up a guy in the corner.

Rachel slowly forced her way through the crowd of people and stumbled into the kitchen. Only a few people were in there. Mostly just getting more beer or making out on the counters. She looked around warily before a blonde girl came up to her and held out a red plastic cup.

"Here you go." The blonde smiled at Rachel.

"No, thank you. I don't drink." Rachel shook her head, her dads' warning of 'don't take a drink at a party unless you poured it yourself' sounded in her ears. "I'm Rachel."

"Brittany." The blonde smiled and sipped at the cup that Rachel has refused. "You're pretty."

Rachel blushed at the tall girl's bluntness. "Thank you. I could say the same about you."

"I like your dress… and your shoes." Brittany looked down at Rachel's yellow dress that stopped mid-thigh and then at her black ballet flats. "They look a lot more comfortable than my heels."

"They are." Rachel smiled and then looked around. "Do you come to these kind of parties often?"

"All the time." Brittany nodded. "I go to NYU."

"I go to Julliard." Rachel told her.

"That's a good school. Everyone always tells me that the only reason I got into such a great school is because of my dad's money. I'm not the brightest tool in the shed." Rachel was about to correct the blonde and say that it was 'sharpest' and not 'brightest' but when she saw the small, sad frown on Brittany's face she didn't open her mouth. The frown was quickly replaced with a bright smile when Brittany heard a song come on in the other room. "I'll see you later, Rachel, it was nice meeting you. I'm going to go dance."

"You too." Rachel said quietly but Brittany was already gone, making her way through the living room to find a place to dance along to the song that Rachel didn't recognize.

She winced when the bass was turned up and it made her head hurt even more. She spotted an open door that she assumed led down to the basement. She cautiously stepped towards the stairs and she wondered if it was such a great idea to go into the basement of a strange house. When she heard laughter she told herself that it was probably just a smaller party going on downstairs so she slowly made her way down the steps because the music really was hurting her ears.

She reached the bottom of the stairs to see a small poker game going on in the corner. There were maybe five guys around the table and they were all laughing and talking. She stepped further into the room and thought that maybe she should head back upstairs.

"Pay up, Hudson." A tall, Asian guy laughed. "Your poker face sucks."

"Shut up, Chang." The other guy frowned.

Rachel cleared her throat loudly but no one turned towards her.

"Parties upstairs, dollface." A familiar voice said and she raised her eyebrows.

"Noah." She looked at the familiar mohawk and finally all five guys turned to face her.

"Noah?" A blonde guy teased. "You know her?"

Puck stood up and looked her over. "Legs?"

"It's Rachel, actually." She clarified but felt he blush spread over her cheeks. "Call me Rachel."

"I'm Matt." The guy closest to her stood up.

"This is your party." Rachel smiled. "My friend told me about you."

"I'm sure she did." Matt smirked and took his seat again.

Rachel shifted her weight slightly and stepped towards the table again. "Poker? This is your party and you're playing poker? That doesn't sound like proper host behavior."

"I supplied the music and the booze." Matt shrugged. "Besides, it was Puckerman's idea for the party. He's my roommate. He's the one that should be upstairs hosting or whatever the fuck you called it."

"I'm Finn." The tallest of the boys quickly stumbled over his own feet towards Rachel. "You want to join us?" He asked.

"Hudson?" Puck shook his head and sat back down in his seat, watching carefully as Finn led Rachel back over to his own seat.

"I don't know how to play but I'd love to watch." Rachel told them all. "My roommate kind of dragged me here. I guess parties really aren't my scene." She shrugged.

"I'm Sam." The blonde guy shook her hand.

Rachel smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you all."

"I'm—" The Asian boy next to Finn started to introduce himself but Rachel interrupted him.

"Mike Chang." Rachel smiled and quickly shook his hand. "You go to Julliard as well. Might I say that you very talented. I watched your performance last year. It was amazing." She praised him and he blushed when his friends all started to tease him. "You're an excellent dancer. I pride myself in my exceptional dance skills as well but I am nothing compared to what you can do."

"Thanks." Mike blushed deeper.

"Mikey!" Matt whooped. "Show us some moves."

"Oh, could you?" Rachel asked and gasped. "I'd love for you to teach me some moves. I tried to replicate that maneuver you did at your performance last month and I failed miserably."

"Maybe some other time." Mike shrugged.

"That would be great. Maybe some time we can meet up at the campus. We could have some one-on-one sessions. That would greatly improve my repertoire." Rachel beamed at him. "Your moves are so fluid."

"Who's dealing?" Puck interrupted and soon all of the boys were focusing on the poker game again.

Rachel stood awkwardly by the edge of the table between Finn and Matt as she watched the boys play. She was about to make an excuse to leave when she felt Matt grasp her wrist and pull her down onto his lap.

She gasped at his action but he didn't seem fazed by it. "I think you're my good luck charm tonight, Rachel." He murmured in her ear. She blushed slightly and met Puck's eyes. He had his poker face on so she couldn't read his expression.

"Matt, while I admit that you are very handsome this is entirely inappropriate." Rachel replied, moving to stand up but Puck's voice stopped her.

"Stay, Legs. He's going to need all the luck he can get with my hand." Puck smirked and Rachel sighed, remaining in Matt's lap. She felt Matt drawing lazy circles on her hip with his free hand and she shifted uncomfortably.

She looked around at the boys circling the table. Finn, Sam, and Mike had already folded, leaving only Matt and Puck still in this round. When Puck asked for two more cards she saw the flash in his eyes. He didn't have much of a hand and he was bluffing. She looked at what was in the middle of the table. They were betting money and quite a bit of it.

She didn't know a lot about Poker but she knew that Matt didn't have much of a hand either. "Two of a kind. That's good… right?" She looked down at Matt's hand, and whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Matt groaned and through his cards down. "I fold." He wiped his hand over his face. "Fuck!" He shook his head when Puck smirked.

"Sorry." Rachel lied. "I didn't mean…"

"S'okay, Rachel." Matt sighed. "Maybe you aren't my good luck charm after all."

"Rach!" They all turned towards the stairs when they heard the footsteps and then Santana appeared in front of them. "I thought I'd find you down here." She raised her eyebrows when she saw Rachel in Matt's lap. "Am I interrupting?"

"No." Rachel slid off of Matt's lap and smiled at the boys. "Thanks for letting me watch you guys play. I'm going to head home. Will you be okay, Santana?" Rachel turned back to her friend.

"I'm sure I can find somewhere to stay for tonight." Santana bit into her bottom lip when she met Matt's eyes.

"Right." Rachel smiled knowingly. "Santana, this is Matt. Matt, Santana." She introduced them quickly. "I've heard Santana is an excellent Poker player and I'm sure she's more than willing to give you a little luck." Rachel smiled in Matt's direction. "Bye, San. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Maybe." Santana laughed, sliding onto Matt's lap and he didn't seem to have any complaints. "Drive safe, Sweetie." Santana called over her shoulder as Rachel walked back up the stairs.

Puck pushed his chair back. "Gotta piss." He lied and hurried in the direction Rachel had gone. He caught her whirlwind of brown hair and yellow dress as she pushed her way towards the front door. He hurried after her and he finally reached her when she got to the door. He grabbed her wrist and she whirled around to face him. When she saw who it was a small smile spread over her lips and she stepped closer to him.

He pulled her towards the stairs and she followed after him. The music was too loud for them to talk so instead he just led her to an empty room and closed the door behind her.

"Noah." She raised her eyebrows at him. "What are you doing?"

He smirked at her and backed her against his bedroom door. "I've been thinking about those legs all week." He murmured, moving closer to her. "Those legs; those eyes." He met her gaze and his eyes grew dark and hot when her breath hitched. "Those lips." His eyes flashed to her mouth and she blushed. "Haven't you been thinking about me?"

"I…" Rachel swallowed thickly and couldn't help when her hands jumped out to grip his biceps. "Is this your bedroom?" She asked quietly.

"You're avoiding the question, Legs." He smirked.

"I should get home." She told him, her fingers still digging into his arms. "Kurt will be wondering where I am. I told him that Santana and I would be home from the party by two."

"I'm sure you can miss curfew by a few minutes." He mocked. He dipped his head and licked a line from the bottom of her throat to her chin. She whimpered and closed her eyes, her fingernails leaving marks on him by now.

"Noah." She gasped when he nipped at her pulse point. She moaned quietly when she felt him grip her hips lightly, bunching her dress in his hands.

"I didn't think you were going to come tonight." He whispered.

"Me either." She replied, opening her eyes and meeting his own deep hazel ones. "Kiss me." She barely recognized her own voice when it came out all deep and throaty and full of lust.

"My pleasure." He smirked before kissing her hungrily.

She kissed him back just as fiercely as he swallowed her moans. He nipped at her bottom lip and kissed her until his lungs burned. He pulled away slowly and watched as she tried to find her bearings, her chest heaving. She swallowed again and loosened her grip on his arms.

"I should get home." She repeated and he stepped back. "This was a great party." She added because it was the polite thing to do.

"Goodnight, Legs."

He pulled her in for another kiss, his free hand tangling in her brown hair while the other held her tight against him by the small of her back. His tongue swiped across her bottom lip before slowly dancing into her mouth. She tilted her head back and kissed him back, sliding her tongue across the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth, gaining a moan from deep in his chest. When he finally let her go for the second time they were both breathless.

"It was nice seeing you again, Noah." She smoothed her dress down, too embarrassed to meet hit eyes. She didn't even know this man and she was making out with him in his bedroom. "Goodnight." She slipped out of his bedroom door.

When the door shut behind him he laughed and ran his hand over his mohawk. "Damn." He chuckled again and shook his head before heading back downstairs. He took his seat back beside Sam and all four men, plus Santana, raised their eyebrows at him. "It was a long piss." He shrugged and told Finn to deal him in for the next game.

A/N: Review and let me know if you want me to continue on with this.