Glee Disclaimer: It does not belong to me.

Mark Salling: I miss you. It's been 3 long weeks…

AN: This is a slightly AU fic for season 2. Finn and Santana are dating. Puck and Rachel are dating. Tina and Mike are together. Sam and Quinn are dating. I write smut. If you don't like that, don't read my stuff. If you're not old enough, don't read it. It's rated M for a reason.

Puck and the guys went to weight lifting class and started working out. Nobody spoke at first. They all had shit on their minds. Football season was over, and they couldn't let their bodies go to mush. After nearly everyone had barked at everyone else at least once, Finn broke the ice.

"Guys, I'm sorry I'm being such a douche. It's Santana. She stopped having sex with me."

"The fuck, Finn? You can't get laid by Santana, you simply can't get laid."

"Santana and I have fooled around plenty. You know that."

The guys all nodded their agreement but kept their mouths shut. They wanted to hear more.

"She says she wants to have a real relationship with me. Not just a sexual one."

Puck's mouth fell open. "Santana fell in love with you? Dude. How the hell does that keep happening to you?"

Finn frowned. "I know, right? This was supposed to be a fun fling after Rachel… you know. Sorry, Puck. She and I were just a mess together, and I… we were too much. Sorry."

" 'S cool, man." Puck returned.

"So, Santana was supposed to be about having fun… and now this." Finn put his head to his chest and sighed.

"Dude, that sucks." Mike told him.

"Finn, you have to have the record for having girls fall in love with you. Sucks to be you though, because all these girls who love you never want to have sex."

"I know, right? Shit's fucked up." Finn sighed again and pumped some weights with his arms.

Puck was working on his leg muscles. He didn't say anything but kept quiet. He didn't have to. The whole freakin' world knew he wasn't getting any, and he worked out as much as he could these days, just to use up some of this extra energy he had.

Mike was doing pull ups on the bar.

"Tina stopped putting out for me too because her dad walked in on us last week and threw a conniption! Her mom told her she has to go on the pill, and we hardly ever have any alone time now." The last part was said with such a whine his voice actually raised a few octaves.

The guys all grunted their support and understanding. They kept working out for a while.

Artie complained, "At least you guys have all had it and lost it. I never even had it."

"Not sure that's worse, Artie." Puck threw at him. "It's kind of like finding out there's no Santa Claus. You were better off not knowing."

The guys chuckled at Puck's analogy. Sam didn't. Sam just kept working out because he had not and knew he would not get any off Quinn. She was scared straight, she said.

As the class was ending and they had all cleaned up, Puck said to them, "I guess that's our theme, the Glee Club's theme, at least for the guys. Blue balls. We all have them. It's gonna be a blue Christmas." They laughed at his joke and filed to the hallway for their next classes.

Puck went straight to Rachel's locker.

"Hey, babe," he said to her.

She smiled at him. "Hey, how was weight lifting?"

He leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed him back lightly, but he grazed her breasts on the lean in, and she pushed him away slightly.

"Noah, try to be appropriate at school," she admonished.

" 'Z that mean I can be inappropriate after school?" he smirked.

She grinned at his cleverness and coyly replied, "Maybe."

Puck's jaw dropped, and his dick went semi-mast just thinking of the possibilities.

"You're a fucking tease, babe." He pulled her to him for another kiss.

"Maybe."

She went to class and he went to the nurse's office for his "headache" to go away.

***************** after school **************************************

Mr. Schue announced they would be doing a short holiday concert at the Senior Citizens' Center, and asked for suggestions for songs.

Puck looked at the other guys and when they all started laughing he suggested that just the guys sing "Blue Christmas".

"Really, Puck? I gotta say, I wasn't expecting that from you, but okay. Are you guys all good with that?"

They all agreed and smirked through the rest of the meeting. Kurt didn't know, but they told him they'd fill him in later.

"Shit, if Mr. Schue knew why we chose it, he'd be singing with us!" Puck said. "It's like we're fucking singing to our sex lives."

After Glee Puck and Rachel picked up his little sister from daycare and drove back to his house. He got her settled in front of the TV while Rachel started the pasta and sauce for dinner. She put the garlic bread in the oven, got out a jar of applesauce, and tossed a salad. Puck came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. He turned her around so he could get a real kiss and worked his mouth up and down the side of her neck. She shivered with excitement, and he put his arms around her to pull her body tightly into his. She always seemed to gel up against him right where he wanted her to… and yet didn't want her to.

"Damn, babe. Let's go up to my room for more of this."

"Noah, we're in the middle of making dinner, and Jenna is 20 feet away!"

He looked at the couch. Jenna was completely oblivious to them. She liked Rachel a lot, but her favorite show was on.

" 'S all good, babe. We turn the stove down, go have some fun, and come back. It's all good."

She smiled at him, and then she pulled something new out. She rubbed her hand across the front of his jeans in a subtle, quick gesture that made it seem like an accident.

"The eff was that?" he groaned.

"Sorry. My hand slipped." She grinned mischievously.

"The eff it slipped. You are such a tease. Just remember, two can play that game."

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, a little worried. He smirked back at her and got the milk out for dinner. He grabbed Rachel a bottle of water.

After dinner, they left the dishes, went through spelling words with Jenna and read with her for at least two boring stories. Puck did do the spelling words, but he left Rachel to do the stories while he played around on his guitar. When Jenna was tucked into bed, surprisingly early, to read more on her own, Rachel joined him in his room. She unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of her shirtless boyfriend.

He was working on "Blue Christmas".

"Why did you pick that song?"

Puck smiled but just shook his head. "It just came up as a cool song in weight lifting."

She looked at him, and threw herself on the bed. "Wanna make out?" she asked.

He set his guitar down carefully and pushed her down flat on the bed as he put his body between her knees and one hand along her cheek to start kissing her tenderly. He worked his mouth across her lips, tongue searching. When she warmed to his kisses, he increased the pressure of his mouth and moved a hand along the outside of her shirt to feel her tits. His dick was already hard, and he ground in to her. She moaned a little, and he pushed again. He pulled his lips to her neck and kissed his way up to her ear. Then he found her rapidly beating pulse at her throat and kissed his way up to the other side. Her hands were pulling him to her. They caressed the smooth skin of his biceps and down to his sides. He was completely hard everywhere, and she couldn't touch him fast enough.

His mouth moved back to hers. Her lips were swollen, more full than normal, and they yielded quickly to his pressure. He pushed against her again and let his lips travel to her neck. He sucked in gently and she whimpered. His dick was so hard, and he could feel her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. His jeans were in the way, but he could feel the throbbing bundle of nerves. Plus, she had soaked through her panties, and he was as hot about this as their kissing. He wanted to comment on it, but he was afraid she was too skittish for that.

He moved a hand to her knee and started running it along the inside of her thigh. She pushed it away.

"Rach, please," he begged. He fucking begged her, but she sat up and pushed him away anyway.

"Noah, no, not with Jenna just down the hall. It's inappropriate. Besides, my dad is picking me up in ten minutes."

He scowled. Ten minutes was not enough time for what he wanted, but he would take whatever he could get.

"Not everything, Rach. Just let me use my fingers. You'll love it." He leaned in close to her and kissed her neck just behind her ear. "You're already soaked."

She blushed furiously and sat up to straighten her clothes.

"Don't be embarrassed, babe." He pulled her onto his lap again and kissed her cheek. " 'S fucking hot! I love to feel how hot you are for me. I want to feel it more. Please."

She buried her face in his shoulder, and he kissed her cheek again. While she was there, he let his hand wander to the inside of her thigh. Those skirts were damn perfect for what he wanted to do. He hooked a finger under her panties and lightly outlined her lips. She shook a little, and he pushed a finger into her opening, just barely. Damn. She was so tight. His finger wasn't even in up to the first knuckle, but she was writhing on his digit. He used his thumb to graze her clit and started to kiss her again. She was whimpering, and he needed to drown out the noise so Jenna didn't come wandering in.

She raised herself in his lap a little, so he could push his finger into her more. He could barely wiggle it around her tight little pussy. Damn. She was such a virgin. He needed to remember this.

He grazed her clit again with his other hand and she raised her hips and lowered them to get his finger all the way in.

"Noah. Oh, God. That feels so fucking great. Oh. Oh. Oh."

He smirked. His girl never said the f-word. 'S fucking hot.

He pressed his thumb on her clit and worked his finger inside her to seek out the g-spot inside. He knew when he found it because she ground down onto him harder and started spasming around his finger.

"Noah. Noah. Oh, God. Oh, God. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Oh, fuck, Noah. Noah."

She sank back down on him, boneless.

"Baby, 's fucking hot when you whip out the mature vocabulary. Now I know your true soul."

"What?" she asked, shakily.

"You know, they say when you orgasm, you bare your soul and that's the only time you're really you."
"I hardly think I'm someone of such limited vocabulary."

"Babe, I didn't mean it bad. I just meant you're more badass than you let on."

She got up to go to the bathroom and straighten up. He wiped his finger on the sheet of his bed and looked at the rock-hard erection straining in his jeans. Blue balls again. He sighed.

She returned to his room to barely kiss him goodbye, and left. "Noah, thanks for taking care of me. I'll return the favor sometime."

His head swung up at that comment. She would? "When?"

She just smiled and closed the door behind her. Shit. Fucking blue balls. He took down his jeans and pulled his dick out to relive the last 10 minutes. The hand he imagined was much smaller wrapped around his cock, but the one that worked it knew just what to do. When he was done, he cleaned up and was quick to grab his phone as an incoming text came in from Rachel.

RB* My dads keep asking me why I'm smiling so much. What should I tell them?

Puck Tell them your boyfriend's a badass stud who can't help but satisfy you any way he can.