For the first time in your life you are drunk. Your head is swimming with the wine coolers that Puck brought over as you allowed him to kiss your neck. You could not remember how you had got here with his large frame pressed on top of yours. You try to think back but it is all so hazy.
It had started innocently enough. He had come over because he needed to be tutored in math. Graciously you had agreed even though you did not really like the way that he had leered at you in the hallway. At the same time it was nice to have a boy look at you like that, like you are desired. You started off at your desk, both of you leaning over the math problems in close proximity. Suddenly Puck was pulling alcohol out of his bag.
"What are you doing?" you had asked outraged, looking around suspiciously like your parents would bust in the room at any moment.
"What? Loosen up? It will help you study." He cracked one open taking a long swig.
You glare at him, "Like I believe that for a second Puckerman."
"They taste good." He opens one up for you, brandishing it in front of your face. You look at it for a moment, a battle weighing in her mind. It does not hurt to try everything once after all. You take the bottle from his hand and cautiously sip the beverage. He is right. It tastes like grape juice, your favorite.
One turns into three and that is how you find out you are a lightweight. The numbers become hard to focus on as his breath is in your ear and he is stroking your hair, "You know you are really beautiful. Want to make out?"
You do not know what possessed her to say yes but his lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth. It is not completely unpleasant despite it being wet and sloppy. You suppose it has to do with your drunken state as his hands begin to travel up your sides. You want to stop him but he is so charming with his dangerous smile and sweet nothings that he murmurs to you. His hands make his way to your breasts and you blush deeply but do not do anything about it because he is kissing underneath your ear and it feels so good.
You do not know how long you have been kissing but his rough hands are suddenly under your skirt, tugging at your underwear and you feel something long and hard pressing into your center. It startles you as you try to pull away but you only manage to sink farther into the mattress.
"Noah, I am not sure about this…" You try to stop his advances.
"You are so beautiful though. Please, trust me." He is trying to keep the aggravation out of his voice. And you do not want him to be upset so you let him kiss you again. This time he manages a hand under your shirt and you have never felt anything like this a he pushes your bra aside and teases your nipple, you involuntarily moan. He is grinding his pelvis into yours and it is alleviating some of the pressure that you were unaware had been building there.
"Wait." You say as you gasp for breath.
"Just trust me." Puck says as he looks down at you.
You nod, "Just… tell me one more time."
"You are going to be a star babe." Puck tells you as he flips up your plaid skirt and pulls down your underwear. You do not know when he pulled down his pants but you feel his member sliding through you wetness. Normally this would not work. But today your confidence had been floundering. You had been slushied twice, Santana had made a cutting remarking about your nose, and Finn had ignored you all day as he fawned over his perfect girlfriend, Quinn Fabray.
You make a cry out in pain a little as he suddenly breaks through your barrier. He seems to apologize with a kiss and his thumb brushing over your clit. He is inside you moving slowly at first and you begin to relax as you get used to the steady thrusting movement. Right here it is easy to forget she is Rachel Berry, bottom of the social ladder. Here you are wanted as Noah moans your name, Rachel, not loser or tranny freak. Here there is no icy blast from a slushie, just his warm body against yours. He moves faster now and it hurts a little again. But the wine is numbing you and it helps. You watch what he is doing above, not really interested. You actually almost giggle at his grunting and his face contorting in pleasure.
You realize he is coming and it does not phase you because you are tired now from the alcohol in your system. Noah groans, "Oh, you are going to be a star."
Then he pulls out of you and he is getting off you, buttoning up his pants. You roll over and pay no mind to his movements as he gathers his things and leaves. He mutters goodbye but you ignore him. You are so tired. As you are drifting off to sleep, you aimlessly think that feeling wanted makes you feel oddly empty.
Rachel gets pregnant instead of Quinn! Let me know if you are interested in me continuing. Will eventually be Rachel and Quinn pairing.