So, At first I was going to write a Will/Rachel but then I started reading some Puckleberry's and I couldn't help but start writing a Puckleberry! This contains a slot of SMUT, Just a warning! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the song 'Hung Up', that is owned by Madonna, and I do not own Glee
Rachel Barbra Berry smiled comfortingly at a panicked Quinn Fabray. Rachel watched as Santana braided Quinn's hair. "Oh gosh, what if he leaves me! I don't think I could bear it!" Quinn exclaimed. Rachel laughed along with Santana, Brittney and Angela. "He's not going to do that Quinn, chill." Rachel placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder.
Quinn sighed and looked down at her strapless, white dress, which was bunched up at the front and ruffled at the back. A red rose sat perfectly in the cream sash around her waist. Rachel frowned. Quinn looked stunning, and yet she was adamant that her fiancée would leave her at the altar.
Rachel felt ugly next to Quinn's beauty, with her hair pulled into a side ponytail that rested on her left shoulder, and a skinny maroon dress with a white rose in the red sash around her waist. She wore maroon high heels. Her dress and shoes were identical to the other girls in the room, excluding Angela who wore a knee-length, golden dress with silver stilettoes.
"I look hideous!" Quinn exclaimed, motioning to her dress. Santana rolled her eyes and put the hair-tie into Quinn's hair. Rachel stepped in front of Quinn and slid the tiara with her veil attached into Quinn's hair.
"Quinn, you look stunning. I'm serious, don't even think for a second that you look hideous!" Rachel comforted Quinn. Brittney nodded in agreement. "Yeah Quinnie, you look amazing!" She chimed in. Angela tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear and voiced her own agreement. "Absolutely gorgeous Luce." Angela smirked at the nickname that only she was permitted to use.
Rachel saw Quinn shoot her best friend an icy look, which reminded Rachel of days when Quinn was named the 'Ice Queen' and giggled
"You ready?" Santana asked as Angela came over and handed Quinn a bouqet of white and red roses. Quinn looked at her three best friends and suddenly, smiled. "Yes. I'm ready." She announced, standing up and giving herself a quick one over in the mirror. She smiled a secret, devilish little smile that sent Rachel into a fit of hysterics. Once she stopped laughing, the five women made their way out into the main hall and stood outside the doors that Quinn would enter in a few minutes.
Quinn's father still refused to speak to her after the Beth incident, so instead her mother was on her arm. Her mother looked very pretty in a maroon dress that matched the bridesmaids. "I'm so proud of you Quinn. Your marrying the right man, I know it." Her mother assured her daughter, who smiled weakly up at her.
Rachel felt her mood lift into sheer excitement as the wedding music started up. "That's your cue, Casey." Rachel muttered to the little brunette next to her, Angela's younger sister. The ten-year old nodded and began to skip down the aisle, leaving pink rose petals after her. Quinn looked at Rachel for reassurance, who nodded and motioned for her to go.
Rachel watched in awe as Quinn made her way daintily down the aisle, looking calm and superior to all around her. She felt clumsy and un-co following behind Quinn with the other bridesmaids trailing behind her. Lastly, the maid of honor stepped out in her golden dress and made her way down with a plush, white pillow that held a little black box on it.
Rachel stood beside Santana and watched as Quinn smiled widely. Silence filled the hall, besides the music playing softly as they waited for the other flower girl who was to come after everyone was in their place. Finally, a little blonde girl with her hair pulled into a high ponytail, a tiara placed in her hair, a silver dress on and silver ballet flats made her way down the aisle, throwing red rose petals onto the ground as she went. A small smile flashed on her little face as she saw her mother in her wedding gown.
The little girls eyes locked with Rachel's and she grinned widely at her. The little girl walked reluctantly past her mother and stood in front of Rachel.
Rachel looked at the happy couple in front of her and smiled. If you had told Rachel Barbra Berry ten years ago that she would one day be Santana, Brittney and Quinn's best friend and would be attending Quinn's wedding as the bridesmaid she would have kindly given you the number and address of a psychiatrist. If you'd told her that she would not only be at the wedding, but be watching as Quinn was to be married to her current boyfriend Finn Hudson, she would have slapped you.
But here she was, watching her best friend get married to her ex-boyfriend, with not a hint of lust for Finn Hudson, or hate for Quinn. In fact, she was blissfully happy. She wasn't even jealous that the little girl in front of her was Finn and Quinn's daughter, not her and Finn's daughter.
There was only one thing bothering Rachel as the wedding flew by in the blink of an eye, and that was that she neither had a boyfriend nor a child. At the age of twenty-six, she'd expected to be married by now.
Almost instantly, they were at the wedding reception and Rachel was making her way up onto the stage with Santana, Brittney, Kurt and Mercedes.
{All, Santana, Rachel, Kurt, Brittney & Mercedes}
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait
No time to hesitate
Those who run seem to have all the fun
I'm caught up
I don't know what to do
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you
Ring ring ring goes the telephone
The lights are on but there's no-one home
Tick tick tock it's a quarter to two
And I'm done
I'm hanging up on you
I can't keep on waiting for you
I know that you're still hesitating
Don't cry for me
'cause I'll find my way
you'll wake up one day
but it'll be too late
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you
Rachel basked in the afterglow of a performance, and smiled to herself. It was then that it hit her, harder than before when she'd been watching Quinn and Finn being betrothed.
She wanted a baby, a family, a husband, and she wanted that now. She felt a single tear streak down her face and in worry of messing up her mascara she quickly swiped it away. She made her way off the stage without crying, which seemed like a miracle to Rachel.
"Rach! You sounded amazing!" Angela exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace. Rachel laughed softly and disentangled herself from the excitable woman's embrace. "Thanks Angie, 'scuze me I need some fresh air." Rachel said cheerfully, before hurrying out of the room and into the cold night breeze. The air swirled around her and she stumbled over to a bench near the entrance to the hotel, tears blurring her vision. She sat down on it and buried her face in her hands, sobbing.
The annoying thing was, she didn't even have a boyfriend! How could she possibly get married and have children if she didn't even have a boyfriend? The thought brought a fresh round of tears.
She hadn't realized she wasn't alone until she heard someone sit down next to her and wrap their arms around her. She opened her eyes and stared into a pair of hazel ones.
"N-Noah?" She stuttered, leaning into his chest. His scent drove her hormones crazy, but she pushed it away like the millions of times she'd done before. She knew she loved Noah, but she didn't want him to reject her if she ever admitted her feelings so she kept them to herself.
"Rach, baby, what's wrong?" He asked, concern layering his deep, seductive voice. Suddenly, it seemed un-important to hide her feelings from Noah anymore. It might've had something to do with her alcohol intake, or maybe she was just feeling needy but next moment she had crashed her lips against Noah's and was sliding onto his lap. The electricity she felt coursing through her body from their kiss was amazing, and she heard a groan escape his lips as he pulled her closer to him.
He ran his hands up and down her back, pulling her closer and closer all the while. His hand went down to her dress and he wrapped it around her ankle. After a few moments of tightly clenching her ankle, he slid his hand slowly up her leg, sending shivers down her spine. He reached her knee and continued going higher but at a slower rate, causing Rachel to moan with lust. Her hands slid up to his white button up shirt and she began to fumble with the buttons and un-do them. She'd undone two when his hand retreated from underneath her dress and both of his hands wrapped around her wrists, pulling them away from his shirt.
He pulled his lips away from hers and stared deeply into her eyes. Rachel frowned in confusion, struggling to breathe. "Rach, are you drunk?" He blurted out. Rachel shrugged.
"A little." She admitted, blushing. Noah laughed and cupped her face in his hands.
"Although normally I would take advantage of the amazing situation I've been put in, a drunk sexy girl practically begging to get in my pants, im going to decline your need Rach." He said softly. Rachel felt her blush deepen.
"Am I not good enough?" Rachel asked sadly. Noah laughed and wiped the tears that were making their way down her cheeks with the pad of his thumbs.
"Don't be ridiculous Rach, it's just I don't want to take advantage of my best girl friend." Noah quickly comforted her. Rachel smiled and leant into him, her lips hovering inches from his. His musky, strange scent was driving her crazy.
"I want to Noah." She whispered, leaning closer until their lips were less than a centimeter apart. She his eyes darken with lust, before he twisted his head away. His Adam apple bobbed as he swallowed. "N-no Rach, c'mon. You'll hate me in the morning." Noah choked out, obviously filled with the need for her that Rachel felt for him. "Who cares Noah?" Rachel blurted out, her want for a baby and a family suddenly filling her. "I do. I don't want you to hate me Rachel," He whispered. Rachel rolled her eyes, grabbed his chin with her hand and twisted his face towards her. Before he could respond, her lips were attached to his again and she moaned in an animal like way.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt him hard through his pants. She burst into a fit of giggles and pulled away from Noah. Noah frowned, looking down at exactly where her body was pressed against. Rachel watched as his eyes made their way back to hers. He looked mortified, which sent Rachel into another fit of laughter.
"Turning you on, am I?" Rachel inquired. Noah glared at her.
"No. Rachel go back inside." He commanded her. Rachel groaned but obediently got off of him. She hesitated before holding her hand out. He took it curiously and she pulled him back inside with her.
She dragged him over to the banquet table and grabbed the bottle of wine, filling up two cups and handing one to him. He took it and slowly began to sip it, chuckling at her plan to get him drunk. "Rach, honestly, im not having…" Noah placed his head on her shoulder. "I'm not having sex with you." He whispered into her ear. Rachel shoved him away.
"Fine then, don't!" She exclaimed, turning on her heel and storming away. Noah groaned, and to Rachel's amusement downed his glass and followed her. She made her way through the crowd and to the elevator, pressing the button and quickly stepping inside, pressing level 10 and shutting the elevator doors. She felt her stomach lurch as the elevator shot upwards and she stepped out of the elevator.
A moment later, the elevator dinged loudly and opened to reveal Noah. She continued down the hall, humming 'Don't Rain On My Parade' under her breath. "Rachel, honestly where are you going?" Noah called out. Rachel laughed at his idiocy.
She stopped outside her hotel room and opened the door with her key. She glared at him for a moment before stepping inside. She slammed the door shut and a moment later heard him banging on it. "Rach! Can we just talk about this? Please!" She heard his voice. She heard him bang on it again and mutter something about hormonal women. She suddenly flung the door open and motioned for him to come in. He stepped in and she shut and swiftly locked the door behind her.
Good thing I got a single room! Rachel thought cheerfully, advancing on Noah. He held his hands up, thinking she was going to rant at him. Noah saw his Adam apple bob with a gulp and she stopped directly in front of him, craning her neck upwards to stare at him in the eye. "Noah fucking Puckerman what is so wrong with me that you won't have sex?" She asked icily, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him backwards. He stepped back with her hand pushing him lightly and suddenly toppled over as his foot hit the bed and he landed on it. Rachel smiled mischievously and clambered on top of him.
She lowered herself down on top of him and before he could say anything she attacked his lips. She pushed her tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth allowing her entrance. She ran her tongue along his bottom layer of teeth before making contact with his tongue. The electricity that coursed through her body caused her to moan loudly at the same time as Noah did. She ran her tongue along his lips before withdrawing.
He groaned in frustration when she pulled away. "Please Noah." She whispered, hoping it sounded seductive. He sighed. In response, he placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her against him, pressing his lips passionately against his. He moaned loudly and slowly began to rub her back in soft circles. Rachel lifted her body a bit, moving her hands to the buttons on his shirt and slowly un-doing them. They pulled apart so he could shrug out of his shirt before she climbed into his lap and began to plant kisses along his abs. She'd never really noticed before but he had a to die for body.
She nipped his chest lightly, leaving her mark on him to say he was hers. "Rach…" He moaned, and she felt his pants go wet. She herself was wet for him. Rachel smirked and placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away from him and twirling around on his lap for him. He slowly began to undo her dress, planting kisses along her back. She stood up and slid the dress off, leaving her in her lacy white underwear.
She saw his eyes darken again with lust as he drank in the sight of her. He stood up and she moved forwards, crouching down in front of him and un-doing his belt, sliding his pants down his legs and he helped by kicking them off his feet. He bent down in front of her and took off his shoes, while she pulled off her heels and tossed them into a corner of the room. He pulled her up onto the bed and she sat in his lap. They resumed their passionate kissing while she ran her finger along the line of his six-pack, tracing it carefully. He rubbed slow circles on her back, before his hands went up to the clasp of her bra and he pulled it loose.
She pulled away from him to slip her bra down her arms and toss it onto the floor. She blushed bright red with embarrassment, but slowly felt comforted when he moaned at the sight of her. "Fuck, Rach." He whispered, before moving his lips to her left breast. He cupped it carefully in his hands and sucked hard on her nipple. She whimpered under his touch and she felt him suck harder. He nipped lightly on it before moving his mouth to her left breast and nipping and sucking on it. She held his head to her breast tightly, moaning and whimpering.
He pulled back and began to remove her underwear at a slow, teasing pace. She grabbed her underwear and yanked it off, tossing it onto the floor with her pile of clothes.
She blushed and suddenly slid off the bed, turning away from him. "Rach?" He asked softly. "I'm ugly." She responded. He climbed off the bed and removed his boxers before moving forwards and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. "You're beautiful, no wait, you're perfect Rach. Fuck, just looking at you with clothes on makes me go crazy. Without, well let's just say I want to fuck the shit out of you!" He exclaimed. She giggled and turned around in his arms, stretching up on her toes to kiss him deeply. She pulled away and smiled. "Get back on the bed." She said huskily, her eyes darkening with longing. Noah obediently laid down on the bed, his member sticking up in anticipation.
Rachel giggled and moved to sit beside him. She wrapped a hand around his member and gently began to slide her hand along it. He gasped and she stopped, worried she was hurting you. "I'm sorry. Should I stop?" She asked. He shook his head 'no' frantically. "No, god, fuck, Rachel… Keep… going." He choked out.
Rachel giggled and continued to move her hand along his penis. He moaned loudly. "Rachel!" He exclaimed. She moved her lips to his member and took him in her mouth. He gasped and his body went limp beneath her. She began to suck hard at him member and run her tongue along its head.
She pulled him out of her mouth and slowly ran her tongue from bottom to top in a teasing way. "Fuck, Rachel." She heard Noah say above her.
He sat bolt upright and grabbed her, moving her underneath him as he pressed his body carefully against hers, still supporting himself so as not to squish her. "You ready?" He asked gently. She nodded impatiently. He slipped himself slowly inside her.
She gasped and whimpered loudly in pain. She felt as if he was ripping her open, and when she looked down she saw a bit of blood trickle out of her entrance.
Instantly, Noah slipped out of her and pulled her into the embrace of his arms. "Your still a virgin Rach? Gosh! I'm sorry!" He mumbled. Rachel shakily eased him back down against the bed and crouched over the top of him. "Im fine Noah." She said quietly, before slipping him inside of her. She gasped as the pain coursed through her again, but after a few moments, the pain was replaced with immense pleasure.
She began to rock up and down on top of him and he moved his hips in synch with her, plunging himself further with each buck of the hips. "Fuck, Rachel. You're so… perfect." He exclaimed, moaning loudly. Rachel grunted before smiling.
He plunged deep inside of hr, and Rachel felt a strange feeling inside of her. Noah groaned loudly. "Please tell me your close!" He practically screamed. Rachel suddenly realized what that feeling was just as it rocketed through her body and she had her first orgasm. He reached his hand in between their bodies and began to rub her thigh. She moaned loudly.
"Noah." She whispered, pumping him inside of her frantically.
"Rachel!" He exclaimed. She nodded.
"Come inside of me." She whispered. He nodded and his body arched upwards.
"Rachel!" He screamed as he came inside of her. She rolled off of him and sighed.
"Thank you Noah," She said. She crawled up next to him and curled up by his side.
Within minutes, Rachel was asleep with her head tucked under his chin. "I love you." He whispered, kissing the top of her head softly.
Hate, Love, Like, Dis-like? Review please! Not sure where this should go...
BTW, this is the update version, the original had so many mistakes by brain started hurting...
