Oh no. Oh God. No. No no no. Please, no.

But as much as she denied what was happening, Rachel Berry could not deny the pregnancy test in her hand, the very positive pregnancy test.

"Shit!"

She remembered the night very well. It was an unseasonably warm April in Ohio and everyone was enjoying it. Shorts and tank tops came out early for everyone and flip flops once again became a staple in the halls of McKinley High School.

Brittany's parents had gone on a wine tasting tour and she took the opportunity to throw a party. She knew, because everyone was talking about it. She wasn't expecting an invite, she and Brittany weren't really friends despite their shared New Directions membership, although she was one of the only Cheerios that was actually nice to her.

So when Brittany approached her by her locker one day she was surprised. No one, and she meant no one, in the Cheerios dared talk to her outside of the choir room.

"Hey, Rachel!"

"Hello, Brittany."

"Hey, I'm having a party at my house Friday night. You have to come!"

Rachel hesitated. "Oh, I don't think so."

"But you have to!" Brittany pouted. "Everyone's going to be there and we never see you at parties."

"I never go to parties," Rachel pointed out.

"Which is why you need to," Brittany said. "All of New Directions have been invited and I'd really like you to come, Rachel."

"I guess I could," Rachel said slowly. "For a little while."

Brittany beamed. "Yay! Awesome." She scribbled on a scrap of paper and handed it to Rachel. "Here's my address and phone number, call if you get lost. And wear something sexy! See you then!"

Rachel shook her head, completely baffled, as the other girl bounced down the hall. She had no idea why she had agreed to go to the party but Brittany had looked so happy when she had. She normally would be very suspicious of a party invite, having never received one before and being a favorite target of the McKinley jocks, but she liked Brittany and she didn't think the Cheerio would set her up for some sort of humiliation. Who knew, it may be fun.

She heard the music blaring from the house as soon as she pulled up. She had to park down the street, behind a multitude of other cars and walk to the house. The front door was open and through the screen she could see the house was packed. She tugged her skirt nervously. Brittany had said to dress sexy, and she had tried, but now she was wondering if she had succeeded. Fashion really was not her forte, she usually stuck to clothes that were cute and comfortable and slightly preppy. But tonight…Tonight she had opted for something a little different. She was wearing a strapless sky blue dress that her Daddy had bought for her on one of his trips overseas. She had never worn it before, it was slightly formal to wear to school but still casual enough that she had thought it a good idea for the party. She capped the look off with flip flops, hoping they toned down the dress even more. She had curled her hair and let it fall in loose curls down her back and her makeup was more pronounced than she usually wore it for school. She had thought she looked sexy, but now she wasn't sure.

She was hesitating in front of the house, debating whether to go in or not when she felt a hand on her arm. She looked up into deep brown eyes.

"Rachel!"

She smiled. "Hi, Matt."

"You came!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Yes."

He smiled down at her. "Good! Britt'll be happy, she wasn't sure you would. You going in?"

She nodded. "I think so."

He gave her an odd look but opened the door and held it for her. She thanked him and walked hesitantly into the party. She had planned on making a quiet entrance but Matt had other ideas.

"Britt!" he yelled. "Guess who I found?"

The perky Cheerio came bounding out of the kitchen. "Matt! Rachel! You came!"

"Um, well, you said to, so…"

Brittany laughed. "I'm glad you did. Come on, let's get you guys a drink." She looped her arms through Matt and Rachel's and led them through the kitchen. "The keg's over there," she pointed out to Matt. "And the other stuff's out on the table, if you don't want beer," she told Rachel.

"I'm not a big drinker," Rachel said.

"Oh come on, Rachel, it's a party," Britt said. "Just relax. No one here is going to be mean to you, I promise. And if they are, you let me know and I'll take care of it."

Rachel smiled genuinely at the girl. "Thanks, Brittany."

The girl smiled back before heading on to the next room. Rachel looked at the selection of alcohol on the table. She decided beer was definitely out. The smell alone was enough of a turn off. She saw all kinds of liquor on the table, but as her drinking experience was limited to an occasional glass of wine, she had no idea what to drink. There was so much to choose from, she didn't know how she would ever figure it out. Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, Southern Comfort, Jack Daniels, Skyy Vodka…how was she supposed to know what was what?

"Drinking underage? Berry, I'm shocked," came the sarcastic drawl from behind her.

She turned around to meet his eyes. "Noah."

His eyes travelled up and down her body. "Shit, Berry, you look smokin' tonight."

She blushed slightly under the intensity of his gaze. "Thank you."

Puck grinned salaciously. "No, thank you."

She rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the cup in his hands. "What are you drinking?"

"Jack and Coke." Noting her blank expression he chuckled. "Jack Daniels and Coke," he clarified.

"I have to mix them? I can't just drink them straight?" she asked.

He laughed. "Well, not if you wanna still be standing in a few hours."

She furrowed her brow. "I'm not a big drinker. I told Brittany that. Maybe I should just stick to water."

"Aw, come on, Berry, it's your first high school party, you have to do it right."

"I don't know what to drink," she said. "And I don't want to drink beer."

He skimmed the collection on the table in front of him. "I think Britt's got some Kamikazes in the fridge. I think she said they're not that strong, and they taste kind of girly, not too rough. Want one of those?"

She pondered that. "Maybe just one."

He grinned. "It's a shot, Berry. You can't do just one."

"Yes, well, I drove here tonight so I have no intention of getting completely drunk, unlike most of the people here."

He looped an arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the fridge. "I'm not drunk. Not yet. And I came with Mike, and I know he's not drinking tonight. So if anything happens, we can give you a lift home later."

She looked at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Because everyone has to have one drunken high school party and I know for a fact that you have not."

"I wouldn't say everyone needs to," she said, watching as he got the pitcher out of the fridge.

"It's a rite of passage, Berry," he said, pouring her a shot. He handed it to her. "Down the hatch."

She glanced at it uncertainly, taking a little sniff of the alcohol. "What's in this?"

"Vodka, Triple Sec, some other stuff. Christ, Berry, just down it." She glanced at him again and he had a thought. "Clearly, you've never taken a shot before, right? Ok, watch." He poured himself a shot in another shot glass. "You just take it all at once, swallow it. Chase it if you need to." She looked at him blankly so he took his shot, chasing it with a swig of his drink. Christ, that really was a girly shot.

"Ok. I think I can do that."

He poured himself another shot and held his glass to hers. "Good. Here's to you finally removing that stick from your ass and coming to play with us."

She giggled and downed her shot, making a small face. "That wasn't so bad."

He tipped the pitcher toward her. "Want another?"

"Maybe just one more."

He grinned and poured her another shot.

"Aren't you going to have one?"

"Sure," he said, filling his shot glass again.

"My toast this time," she said, and he could see her eyes were already brighter. "Here's to you for not being an ass long enough to play with me."

He shook his head as she downed her shot, thinking he needed to clean out his ears or something because he could have sworn Rachel Berry just said something dirty to him…on purpose!

Matt and Finn wandered into the kitchen behind Rachel. "Hey guys," Matt said, coming over. "Whatcha doing?"

Rachel grinned. "Shots. Want one?"

"Absolutely."

So Puck got two more shot glasses out of the cabinet and they all had another shot. Which was when Santana came in and declared she had to take a shot with Rachel, or she wouldn't believe it had ever happened. So they all had another one.

Puck was starting to lose count of how many shots Rachel had taken, or how many he had taken, for that matter. He'd had a few drinks before she'd shown up, he hadn't been drunk, just loose enough to enjoy himself. But now his head was starting to swim and he figured it was worse for her, being as small as she was and obviously unaccustomed to drinking.

But apparently not, because she grabbed the pitcher from the counter and poured herself another shot. She raised her eyebrows at him and he silently tipped his glass towards her. Hell, if she could keep drinking, so could he. He was sure as hell not going to let tiny Rachel Berry drink him under the fucking table. She poured shots for Matt, Finn and Santana too, and then the pitcher was empty.

She pouted when she realized this and he had to admit, she was kinda cute when she did. And then he mentally slapped himself and cut himself off from the alcohol for the night. What the fuck was he thinking? This was Rachel Berry, she wasn't cute, she was fucking insane.

Seeing the pitcher empty and no more shots, Santana took off quickly, and Matt and Finn followed soon after, leaving Rachel alone with Puck at the counter. "I want some more, Noahhhh," she whined.

He chuckled. "There is no more, babe."

"But I want some."

"Well, I could find you something else if you want, but let's take a break first," he suggested. She was leaning all over the counter, apparently having problems standing upright. She was currently providing him with a nice view right down the front of her dress.

"I want something else."

"I know."

"You promised I could get drunk." She stuck her lower lip out again.

"You can, babe, I just want you to slow down so I don't have to help Mike clean vomit out of his car on the way home. Just a short break, I promise."

She crossed her arms over her chest and his eyes went straight to her cleavage. "Fine," she huffed.

He chuckled and threw his arm around her bare shoulders again, and Christ, what that did to him. "Come on, let's go sit down."

He led her into the living room and spotted Tina and Artie. Tina was sitting on the loveseat, and Artie had his chair pulled up beside her. He walked Rachel over and plopped her down beside Tina.

"I've got to piss, but watch her for a minute, would you?" he asked them.

Tina giggled loudly. "Sure!" Ok, so apparently Tina wasn't any better off than Rachel.

He glanced at Artie and the boy nodded to him, seeming sober enough, so he headed off to the bathroom.

There was a short line and he was gone about ten minutes. When he came back Tina and Artie were making out, the Asian girl sitting in Artie's lap. Rachel was gone.

"Artie!"

The boy pulled away from Tina, who moved her lips to his neck. "Uh, sorry man, she attacked me!"

"Where's Rachel?"

"Oh, I don't know, she was here a minute ago…" He looked mildly concerned until Tina's lips found his again and then everything else was forgotten.

Puck swore. He had to find her, she was definitely too drunk to be wandering around by herself at this party.

He didn't have to look long. She was in the kitchen with Quinn and Kurt, animatedly telling them some story that apparently required lots of large arm movements. Both were laughing with her as she moved.

He reached the group and breathed a sigh of relief. Quinn raised an eyebrow at him and he could immediately tell she wasn't drunk. She was flushed enough that he figured she was tipsy but she was probably one of the most sober people there.

Kurt, on the other hand, was hammered. He kept talking in a shrill, high voice that had Rachel cracking up. Puck even cracked a smile until he saw the empty bottle on the counter in front of them. He plucked it up and dangled it in front of their faces. "Who drank this?" he asked.

Rachel giggled. "I did."

Puck groaned. "Babe, that's vodka. Did you mix it with anything?"

She cocked her head. "Tequila?"

He groaned again when she and Hummel broke out in giggles. She was definitely cut off now, he decided. She had accomplished her goal and gotten piss drunk and he was cutting her off before she got sick, even though he suspected he may have been too late with that.

"Ok, Berry," he said, putting the empty bottle back on the counter, "let's go sit back down."

She tilted her head to look at him. "But I don't wanna sit down." She was slurring now and that made Hummel laugh even harder.

"Yeah, I know, but you've had a lot to drink and I think you should."

"Nope," she said simply. "I wanna dance." And then she was off and moving again and he cursed her for being so quick. Of course, he was kind of starting to feel the effects of the shots too, so maybe it wasn't just her.

He spotted her headed toward Brittany and the makeshift dance area she'd created in the family room. The blonde Cheerio squealed when she saw Rachel and pulled her into a dance. The music was loud and dirty and Puck found he was content to sit back and just watch Rachel move, hips swaying, eyes closed, tongue occasionally darting out to moisten her lips. Yeah, he could get used to this.

And then the music got dirtier and Santana came over and was dancing with Brittany and he suddenly found it hard to stand back and watch. He was more of a hands-on kinda guy. He grinned and headed to the dance floor, towards that hot little blue dress.

He came up behind her, hands pulling her hips into him immediately. She turned her head to look at him and he gave her his sexiest grin. "Dance with me, Berry," he said in a husky voice.

She melted back into him and he thought he was in heaven, his arms around her, her hair silky against his neck. Her ass was pressing against his favorite place and he had one hand around her waist and the other on her thigh. He could definitely get used to this.

She couldn't even make out the music anymore, she was so caught up in his touch. She was hot all over and she knew it wasn't just from the alcohol. His hands were on her, everywhere, and she knew he was feeling it just as much as she was. He moved his hips and pulled hers back into him and she knew she should be embarrassed, dancing like this in front of so many people, so many of her classmates. But she didn't. The only thing she felt right now was hot.

He spun her around to face him and he pulled her closer against him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly against his and she heard him hiss when she shifted her hips against his experimentally.

He lowered his lips to her ear. "Christ, Berry," he whispered before taking her earlobe in his mouth.

She closed her eyes, arching back when his lips found her neck. "Noah," she whispered.

"Get a room," someone yelled, passing them by.

They both pulled back and looked at each other then. He was just about to suggest taking her home when she grinned, the sexiest grin he had ever seen on a woman. "Sounds like a plan," she practically purred.

He pulled her to him again. "Seriously?" he whispered.

She shifted her hips against his again. "Seriously."

He turned them abruptly toward the stairs and her body ached at the loss of contact with him. She followed him closely, her free hand openly groping as he led her through the crowd downstairs.

When she looked again they were in an upstairs bedroom and he had her pinned against the door. "Fuck, Berry," he panted.

"I sure hope so," she said coyly.

He pulled her to him roughly, crashing his lips against hers. She whimpered as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him. Then they were on the bed and she was on her back and his hand was between her legs.

And oh God it felt good. So good. She had never been touched like this before, not by anyone else, and she had no idea it would be so amazing. He really did have every right to brag about his sexual skills.

She felt a hot fire low in her belly and she tried to tell him but then his fingers were moving quicker and the fire was hotter and she literally saw stars. She heard herself cry out as her body tightened and exploded.

And then his lips were on her neck again and he was pushing her dress up around her thighs. She gripped desperately at his back, still trembling from the intense sensation.

"Noah," she whimpered.

He pulled back to look at her and she could see the fire in his eyes. The fire for her. "If you want me to stop, babe, now would be a good time to say so."

She opened her legs wider for him. "Noah, please," she whimpered again.

His lips attacked hers again and she felt his hands on her thighs. And suddenly there was an intense pressure and she gasped, turning her head from his.

He stilled instantly. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I…I just didn't expect it to feel like that."

"You're a virgin? Fuck, Berry, I'm sorry."

"Noah, I'm not sorry. Not even remotely. That was amazing."

He grinned down at her and nuzzled her neck. "It ain't over yet, babe."