A/N: This is a Puckleberry story with Cherryford. It's a futurefic. I wrote it for gleek06216. I hope everyone likes it! Please read and review (:
Rachel woke up, rubbing my eyes. Rolling over she noticed Noah was still there. "Noah, wake up, you have your first class in an hour." He looked so cute when he slept, his cheeks red, face peaceful. He looked like an angel. "Noah. Wake up!" She giggled a little. "I'm gonna tickle you!"
He rolled over, laughing, "I'm awake, I'm awake!" He kissed her. His lips are so warm, she just wanna squeeze him!
"Morning, honey. What would you like for breakfast?" She stood up, grabbing his shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head. He smiled at her putting his shirt on. She walked out of the room, he quickly got up and followed her.
"Hold up, Rach! Why are you in such a hurry? And blueberry pancakes," he smiled at her in the cutest way possible.
"Because, see I have a class in an hour, then lunch with Mike and Brittany. And I forgot to turn on my alarm clock, so we got up late!"
He walked up to her and turned her around, kissing her so she would forget about the pancake batter on the stove, or the fact the she had to get ready. "Forget it, all that. You haven't been late once this semester, Berry, take a leap of faith."
Rachel giggled, "Fine, just this once."
Noah did a little dance, then grabbed her face and kissed her. "You are the best girlfriend ever," he practically skipped to the bedroom and found his PJ pants, that somehow always manage to get off his body and onto the floor. He ran back out and picked her up, spinning her around.
"You will make me burn these pancakes, I know it."
He smiled, "So? I like burnt pancakes. So tonight I was thinking I would invite Mike and Matt over to watch the game, that cool?"
Rachel put my hand on my hip, "You do remember they're my best friends too, right?"
"Well, yeah, but I try to pretend your best friends aren't guys, so I say you're friends with them for Brittany and Santana."
She slapped his shoulder, "It's not like I love them, that spots full."
Puck looked down, "I do take up a lot of space."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Not what I meant. By the way, I'm still going out with Mike and Brittany."
Puck sighed, "Aww, no sex."
"Not today."
"Why?" he whined.
"Coz' I'm busy right now, and tonight the guys are coming over, and then I need to go to bed. Sorry."
He started to throw a fit but then she put the pancakes on the table. He yelled yum and forgot all about the current topic. Rachel rolled her eyes and grabbed her cup of coffee, walking over to the couch turning on the news. "Why do you always watch news?"
Rachel frowned, "Coz I like to be caught up on what's happening. Why do pick on me?"
He smiled, "Coz I loooovee you."
She giggled, "Sure. Prove it."
He sighed exasperatedly, "I would but you won't let me! Now come here."
She looked at him. He was making kiss lips, but his lips were coated in syrup. She laughed, "No!"
He got up, "I will kiss you."
She put her coffee down and got up too, "Uh, no!" He chased me around. She ran this way, he ran that way, until eventually he tackled her to the floor. He started showering whatever part of her body that wasn't covered with clothes with his syrup kisses. "Dammit Noah! Stop. I said we weren't gonna do that right now. But I have to take a shower now so, what the hell."
He stood up and reached out his hand, "Yes!"
The went to the bathroom and she started to wash her hair, but he pulled her into the hot water, whispering, "Not yet." He led a trail of kisses down her stomach leading all the way down to 'his treasure,' as he calls it. He finished her off, got there himself, then kissed her neck, and told her she could wash my hair now. Then he changed his mind and washed it for her. And then of course he let her wash his.
When she got out he said quietly, "You feel better now, don't you?"
She blushed, "Yeah, just a little." She went to check her phone, a towel still wrapped around her body. She had a missed call from Tina. Tina was in her first class, she must have wondered why she missed class. Puck hugged her waist. "I have to get ready to go to lunch with Mike and Brittany."
Puck sighed, "Ugh, fine."
She went to their room and turned on the music. They had a stereo system in their bedroom and in the living room. They both loved music. She was getting a degree in music(vocal) and dance. He was getting a degree in music(vocal) and music(guitar) They were both at Julliard. She'd grown up in California with her dads. Her dad was the president, chairman, and CEO of Wells Fargo, her daddy stayed home with her and kept the house clean. He also took cooking classes and always had dinner ready for her dad when he came home. Her dads paid for her education, even though she could have gotten a scholarship, she didn't want to take it away from someone who really needed it.
Puck had grown up with his mom and sister in New York, but had to take care of his sister most of the time, coz his mom became a drunk when his dad left them. He'd kept his passion for music strong, and had gotten a full scholarship to Julliard. His sister was a junior and she would soon be coming to Julliard for acting, again, scholarship.
Rachel dug through her closet, looking for the white jacket to go over her purple tank. She found it and put it on quickly. Pulling her shorts up she went to find Puck's clothes for his interview, because he wouldn't wear a good choice of clothes if she let him choose. "Noah, come put this on."
Puck walked in the room, his towel very loose. "Why?" he whined when he saw the suit she was holding up.
"You have to dress nicely for your interview. Do you want to get a job?" Rachel put her hand on her hip. She had a job. I mean, technically her dad bought the Starbucks on the corner between her apartment and school, but she did work there. And she was the owner. And manager.
"Yeah, but you know, it's not as easy for me as it is for you. Your dad bought you a store to work at. I have to go find a job. "
Rachel frowned, "Do you want to work at the Starbucks?"
Puck thought about it. On one hand, it would be great, your boss is your girlfriend, and it's a great place to work. On the other hand, isn't it cheating? "I don't know Rachel. It feels like cheating."
"How? You're just taking advantage of what you have. And let's face it, it is the best option. No interview, no suit"
Puck sighed and flopped onto the bed, "Ok. Fine. But you better favor me."
Rachel smiled, "Ok. Wanna come with me to my lunch date with Mike and Brittany?"
Puck shrugged and then nodded, "Yeah, but I'm choosing my clothes."