Author's note: So as you already assumed, I don't own Glee or any of it's characters. However, I do own all of the spelling and grammar errors. This story will contain many adult themes and sexual situations so if you're uncomfortable with that then please don't read. (i.e. this is my first time writing heavy smut so let me know what you think if your okay with it). Therefore this story is rated M, also for Puck's consistent use of the F-word. Babygate never happen. Happy reading and please review!
Noah's P.O.V
"Mmm yes Noah right there" she moaned while licking the shell of my ear.
"You like that baby?" I asked while reaching down to tease her clit.
"Yes!" she screamed.
"Oh hell yeah baby"...
"Noah Levi Puckerman wake up this minute!" My mother Mariam screamed at me.
"Sarah go wake up your brother please" she said tiredly.
"Kay" she said as she skipped down the hall.
"Wake up Noah your gonna be late for school!" she said banging on my door.
"Alright shorty, I'm up" I answered rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my towel to cover my hard-on and headed into the bathroom. I guess my dreams about Rach would have to wait until later. Yea right I laughed out loud, like that would ever happen. I haven't been able to get Rachel Berry out of my head for the past 3 years. Only she could make me come in my pants like some kinda 13 year old boy. I mean come on, I'm the Puckerone. Have you seen my guns? I am anything but some little pansy ass kid...except when it came to her. Every time I open my mouth to speak to her, I end up making some asshole move and insult her or dump a slushy on her. It's because any time I'm around her my brain turns to mush, my heart races, and my palms sweat. That only comes from hearing her voice. When I see her, it's a whole different story.
You see, Rach has this bad habit of wearing the smallest skirts possible. I'm talking like my Cheerios skirt shrunk small. If anything was going to kill me it was going to be those goddamn skirts. They show off her amazing legs, which seem to go on for miles, even though she's a fucking midget. That's another thing I love about her, she's so small and perfect. I mean how fucking awesome would it be to spoon with her? Her ass would be perfectly pressed against me. See people would think I'm not the "cuddling" type of guy, but the truth is I love it, it's just too uncomfortable if your not in the right position or you just don't fit right together. But me and Rach, we would fit together like Jack and his buddy, Daniel. Anyway when I see Rach in those goddamn skirts I can't control myself. I feel like I need to hump the next moving thing or I'll burst.
Now you may be thinking that I'm just some kind of horny teenage boy with a crush. Well your wrong. My "crush" on Rach is so much more. I don't just have a physical attraction towards her and I don't just see her as just another booty call. I want to freaking date her, and the Puckzila does not date.
I want to be the one to buy her flowers and hold her hand in the halls. I want to take her out on romantic dates and be rewarded with one of her million dollar smiles and not one of those fake show face ones. I'm talking about the ones the make her eyes light up and brings that cute as fuck pink blush to her cheeks, you know the one that goes all the way down to her boobs.
Okay, maybe your right I do sound like some lovesick boy, but I can't help it. She's everything I need. She talks too much and I don't talk enough. She's all about feelings and shit and I'm no good with them. She can read people and I just don't give a fuck. It's like we're polar opposites, but somehow we could fit together. There's only one problem.
Ever since Rach has come to McKinley she seems to have changed. She's not the same hot Jew that I used to stare at in Temple. Don't get me wrong, she's still smoking. It like she's become this over annoying self-centered brat that gets slushied every freaking day. It's like she's got some kind of hidden agenda or something. She's not the same girl who would help me glue those wiggly eyeballs on after school at the JCC during arts and crafts time. She's definitely not the same girl who would cry of someone pulled on her pigtails. I mean come on, the girl has pornographic pictures of herself drawn on the bathroom walls, she's the cheerios number one target, and she doesn't even bitch about it. I mean how badass is that? I've come to face the facts that Rachel Berry has indeed changed her ways. She's still all broadway and shit, but she's different. She's not the same Rach I grew up with and that is the problem. I can't just go and try and woo her without knowing that she wouldn't freak the fuck out.
It's not because I'm scared to be with her because I'm not. The Puckzilla can handle ANYTHING that's thrown his way. I'm a total stud and dating Rachel Berry wouldn't even take an ounce of my badassness away.
I stepped into my ice cold shower, yes I've been taking lots of them since those dreams about Rach won't go away, and began to think of ways that I could get with Rach. For one, I would have to give up my cougars and Cheerios and get familiar with my right hand cause I doubt Rach is giving it up any time soon. Secondly, I had to give her a reason to actually like me. And thirdly, well, I kinda needed her to trust me and that would take some serious work.
As I made my way down the hall to the nurses's office to skip my first period, after I had gotten dressed and made it in two minutes before the late bell, I heard the voice of an angel. As I peeped in the door I saw the most amazing butt in the world. The butt was followed by a pair of amazing tan legs and wait, I know those legs. How could I not, they've been in my dreams, up around my shoulders of course. It was then that I realized that this angel's voice belonged to none other than Rachel Berry. She was singing some song from a musical, Les Mis or some shit. Whatever the fuck it was, it was fucking epic. I looked at the sign up sheet outside the door, it read: New Directions-Glee Club. It was like god had sent me a message. The last message he had sent was the one where Rach climbed up into my bedroom in some white lingerie looking like she wanted me to fuck her. I knew it was from God because her star of David necklace was shining bright as hell and woke me up. Anyway I finally knew what I was gonna do to get Rach's attention.
"Hey, Mr. Shue can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked my spanish teacher and the coach of glee club.
"Uh, sure Puck. What's up?" he asked. I always skipped his class, so this must've been awkward for him.
"What's the deal with glee club?" I asked.
"What do you mean".
"Like, I dunno what exactly is it?" I asked rubbing the back of my neck.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "It's a music club. We dance and sing covers of whatever songs you guys pick and then we will perform them for the school and at competitions." he said smiling.
"That sounds gay as fuck". What I meant to say was no wonder Rach is auditioning, this is her favorite type of shit. "I mean, singing is cool and stuff, but I don't do musicals and shit".
"You sing?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"Yup" I said popping the p. "I play guitar too. Chicks totally dig a music man, ya know?".
"That's great Puck! Hey I'm starting this group with coach Tanaka called Acafellas, it's just like glee but no girls and no musicals. Whadya say to joining that group?".
"Sounds badass Mr. Shue" I said grinning. "Count me in".
"Pleasure doing business with you Puck" he said as he shook my hand.
That was how I was gonna get Rach to like me. I was gonna turn on that Puckerman charm and sing to her until her panties were wet and she couldn't resist me. This had to be the best idea I have ever had.