Hello. Initially, I would like to end somewhere between 40-60 one-shots. Most will be full of fluff. Please review so that I may know what you like(:

Remember

Rain was falling onto the dark, gloomy streets. The wind howled through tree branches and finally onto the closed window of Rachel's room.

Ms. Berry was snuggled on her bed, hot tea in one hand, and her cell phone in the other. She had been re-reading the text Puck had sent her from last month. She would read it once, close the cell phone, take a sip of tea, open up the cell phone, and read it again. She had been distracting herself like this for the past hour or so.

Rachel nearly dropped her tea when Puck suddenly came into her bedroom. She crammed her cellphone between her thigh and the mattress in hopes Puck didn't see her.

"Hey, babe. I fixed it," he said, a proud look on his face. He was wearing dark jeans, boots, and a navy-blue long sleeved shirt. Rachel loved how the shirt fit snug on his arms, emphasizing his muscles.

Rachel stammered. "What? Oh yes, the sink. Well, I would hope you would have fixed it by now. Are you fully aware that you have left me to sit in my room alone for the past hour? Perhaps longer." She pouted out her bottom lip.

Puck smirked. "Baby..." he started as he walked towards her bed. She couldn't help from smiling at him. He continued, "Your dads asked me almost a week ago if I could help them fix the sink. I never got around to it." He sat on her crossed legs. She oomphed at his weight when he sat, which made him laugh.

"Babe, you gotta start working out or something. Everytime I sit on your lap, you struggle." She narrowed her eyes at him and answered immediately.

"That is not true, Noah! I am perfectly capable of holding your weight, thank you. You just have a tendency of catching me off guard. Therefore, I am never fully prepared for your impact. And while we are on the subject, I am almost certain it is tradition for the female to sit on the male's lap." She reached over to her nightstand and put her cup off tea down. Rachel then wrapped her arms around him and rested the side of her face against the side of his body. She smiled as she breathed in his scent.

He looked down at her and smiled sheepishly. He reached his lips down to kiss the top of her head. he kept his lips on her head, smiling as he now breathed in her scent. Vanilla, he thought.

They were interrupted by a loud buzz. Puck straightened up, still sitting on her lap.

"Rach, is your phone vibrating?" he asked, while looking around for the source of the sound.

Rachel's eyes widened and her ears warmed, remembering where she had hid her phone. Puck looked down at her face and noticed her (adorable) panicked face. Her cheeks went pink as she bit her bottom lip and looked him in the eye.

"Umm, yes I believe so. I am not quite sure where it is however. Perhaps you should check that side of the room and I'll check this side..." she trailed off as Puck slipped his hand under her left thigh. His hand came out with her bedazzled cellphone in its grip.

"Oh, there it is, thank you." She tried to play off, reaching her hand towards the phone. He quickly jerked his hand back however. He was now wearing a very amused smile. Rachel groaned.

"Noah, please return my phone to me." She commanded sternly, putting her hand out.

"Rach, why was this under your thigh?" He asked, eyes as excited as those belonging to a boy on his first trip to a candy store.

"Noah, please. I am not going to ask again," she whined. Puck stood up and opened the phone.

"Hmm, let's see," he teased as he read the message she got. His smile dropped. "This is a text from that boring tutor guy confirming your session next week." His eyebrows burrowed and his eyes met hers. "Why were you hiding this? I already know you have-"

"Maybe you shouldn't read other people's messages" she said, flirtatiously as she stood up and grabbed her cell phone from his hand. She got up on her tip toes and pecked his lips before returning to her bed. He stood there with a confused look. She sighed.

"Fine," she breathed. "I didn't want you to see that our text conversation was open." His smirk reborn, he walked over to her bed. When he sat on her lap, he was slightly disappointed she didn't make any sound to indicate she was struggling to hold his weight up.

"What do you mean?" He asked, grabbing her phone from her hand once again. She sighed. He opened the phone and exited out of the text conversation between Rachel and her tutor. As soon as he exited, the phone returned to her last activity- their text conversation. Rachel's head was bowed, but she looked up through her bangs to see him grinning like a maniac as he read through their old conversation. She groaned.

"Noah Puckerman, when you smile like that, I don't know what to think of it. Please verbalize your thoughts," she said suddenly as she looked up at him. He looked up from the phone and leaned over to her face. His lips, so close to hers that they were grazing. Her heart sped up. His warm breath on her face was driving her insane. She shut her eyes to enhance its warmth. Slowly (painfully so), his lips were pressed onto hers. She began to retract, but his left hand gently grabbed the back of her head and pushed her closer to him. His tongue tasted her lips, and she opened her mouth to invite it in. Puck groaned as he continued to kiss her, which resulted in a moan from Rachel's part. She was about to wrap her arms around his waist when he pulled back.

Rachel looked up, her eyebrows burrowed together in confusion. Puck climbed onto his knees and made his way next to her on the bed. He leaned his head against her shoulder. Rachel stammered.

"Uh. Um, Noah. What..? I mean, I thought we were sort of doing something here- oh, not that I don't absolutely love this. I do, I very much enjoy when you display affection in a way that won't get me pregnant. I'm just sort of wondering as to why-"

Puck kissed her neck and that pretty much shut her up. He straightened up and extended his right hand, with the cellphone, so that they both could read the screen.

"Babe, you kept the text I sent you," he said in a way that almost shocked her. There was no sarcasm in his voice. No aggression, no irony, no arrogance. His tone was almost vulnerable. Rachel turned to look at him, her eyes soft.

He looked up from the screen and their eyes met. He smiled a smile that sent goosebumps through Rachel's body. She broke the silence.

"Of course I did. I love it so much." She turned to look at the cell phone screen. "And I like to look at it to remember that day." She tilted her head, studying the words on the screen. A pleasant smile grew on her face.

Puck whispered, "Read it."

Rachel turned to look at him, not sure if she heard him correctly. "What?"

Puck repeated himself, and kissed her neck.

Rachel hesitated, "Umm, ok." She grabbed the phone from his hand and held it up to her face. She cleared her throat which made Puck chuckle. He laid his head on her shoulder.

"It says 'Honey, I love you. I know I say it all the time, so I don't want it to lose meaning. But I do. I love you so much that I never, ever want to know what it's like to be without you. I promise that whatever happens, I will always love you. Sweet dreams, Ber-Ber.'"

Rachel looked down at Puck who was looking up at her.

"I meant it," he whispered as he kissed her lips. "I want you to always remember that."