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The whole friends with a girl thing was definitely new to Puck, and when he came home after work on Wednesday to find Rachel sitting on the couch in just her pyjama shorts and a see through slouch shirt, he wasn't entirely certain of what to do. Ever since their little talk, they had been co-habituating with each other without really seeing each other. He worked forty hours a week at a garage, and she worked nights, so she pretty much slept until one every day. Obviously she didn't have work tonight, and Puck gave her a half grin when he came into the room. She smiled absentmindedly up at him before turning back to the TV. Just because he'd agreed not to flirt with her, and try and get her into bed, didn't mean he couldn't check her out.

Those legs were definitely worth a second look.

And a third.

"I made chicken pasta for dinner. There's left overs in the microwave if you want some," she told him as she shifted on the couch, leaning on the arm rest rather than the back.

"Sweet," Puck murmured as he dropped his bag beside the door and pulled off his grease stained sweatshirt, now only in a singlet that showed off his tanned biceps. He didn't notice the look that Rachel gave him as he turned toward the kitchen, grabbing the bowl out of the microwave. He didn't bother heating it up, grabbing a fork and coming back into the little lounge area, sitting at the other end of the couch. Rachel moved her feet for him, before putting them on his lap. They were quiet for a moment as Puck shovelled the food in his mouth and Rachel just watched whatever dumb soap was on. "Damn girl, I would wife you if I was that kinda guy." She laughed at that. "This is good."

"I'll keep that in mind," she grinned and slouched down further on the couch, her calves now on his lap. He absentmindedly rubbed her ankles as they watched TV. "How was work?"

"Shit, as usual," he replied. "You not on tonight?"

"Nah, Wednesday's kinda like my weekend," she nodded over to where a bottle of wine was sitting on the coffee table. "Gotta enjoy my nights off!"

"Shouldn't you be out then?"

"Not all of us need to go and get laid to enjoy our nights off," her voice was slightly condescending and she let out a squeak when he pinched her pinky toe.

"I don't have to go out and get laid to enjoy my time off. It just…Tops it off nicely," he gave her that half grin she was now getting very used to. "And, for a man with my looks, it's very easy to do." Rachel snorted, something he liked about her—she really didn't care how she acted around him.

"You're alright," she made a so-so hand gesture with her hand and Puck's eyebrows raised.

"Alright?" He asked as he grasped her foot. Her eyes widened and she let out a shout as his fingers dug into the bottom of her foot, tickling her. "I'm just alright?" She managed to get her foot away and tucked them safely underneath herself.

"Who's that girl who comes over? Is she your girlfriend?" She tilted her head to the side, on the back of the couch, watching him with those big brown eyes of hers. Puck almost choked at her question and shook his head quickly.

"Santana? No, no way," he grinned. "She's this chick I met ages ago, and we hooked up at a party. Guess we never really stopped."

"She's hot," Rachel stated.

"Don't like my women any other way," Puck replied with a smirk. She rolled her eyes playfully as she turned back to the TV. Puck watched her for a moment, half of him wishing that her feet were still on his lap. It had felt comfortable and relaxed, which was a feeling that he realized just came naturally when he was around Rachel. She didn't expect anything from him, and she wasn't dumping all that 'emotional shit' on him that he worried about. The only other girl that he got on with better was Santana, and that's because there was sex involved.

Things were always better when sex was involved.


Puck left for work at eight every morning, and he rarely ever saw Rachel when he was getting ready. He moved around the apartment at ease, only wearing his boxer briefs as he made a coffee and leaned against the island, watching the early morning news but not particularly interested in it. There was a knock at the door and Puck looked over at it, an eyebrow raised. He walked over and opened the door, not caring that he was practically naked. A sandy haired man stood there, and too his credit, he didn't look embarrassed by Puck.

"Hey, I'm here to pick up Rachel," the guy said. Puck raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, she doesn't get up before, like, eleven," Puck replied, backing into the apartment, the boy looking slightly wary in the doorway. He came in eventually, and shut the door behind him. Puck narrowed his eyes slightly at the second boy who started backing down the hallway, obviously knowing where he was going. He let himself into her room, leaving the door open slightly. Puck's frown deepened when he heard voice from the room. He didn't know Rachel was seeing anyone, and he was pretty sure if she was, it would have come up in conversation. The two came out of the room a few minutes later, Rachel had thrown a oversized hoodie over her pyjama shirt which nearly covered her pyjama shorts as well. Her hair was a mess and she was rubbing at her eyes as she flicked the coffee pot on.

"Uh, Puck this is Brody. Brody, Puck," Rachel dropped her head into her hands and groaned, still waking up. Puck raised his eyebrows at her and pushed his coffee over the centre island toward her. She gripped the mug and downed what was left.

"I gotta gap, see ya later," Puck raised his eyebrows as a farewell to Brody Weston before disappearing into his room to get changed.

"Who's he?" Brody asked as he sat down on the arm of the couch.

"Room mate," Rachel mumbled as the coffee pot finished brewing and she picked it up, pouring it into the mug that Puck had left and she had just finished. She seemed to become more alert about half way down the cup and she came over to the couch, curling up in the opposite corner of Brody. Puck came back into the room, fully dressed now and looked at the two of them.

"You working tonight?" Rachel nodded as she sipped at her coffee. "Aight, I'll see you later." He didn't even register Brody as he walked out the front door. Brody raised his eyebrows.

"He doesn't seem to like me."

"It's coz you don't have boobs," she replied with a smirk.


Puck never mentioned Brody to Rachel, he wasn't one of her girlfriends, he didn't want to know all the details of her love life. She never mentioned him either, and she rarely mentioned any of the girls that came over—and there were a lot of them. Over the next month and a half, Rachel lost count of the girls that came into their apartment, and she stopped trying to learn their names. She just smiled when they walked past, not trying to initiate conversation. Her and Puck lived comfortably with each other, hardly ever in the house at the same time. When they were, they talked comfortably, teased each other playfully. A couple of times she fell asleep on the couch next to him and he would carry her to her room, but he'd always leave straight away.

They had been living together for nearly two months before Puck came home one night and Rachel was dancing in the kitchen. He was home from work early, and she was clearly not expecting him, dressed only in a black bra and a thong. He stood by the door awkwardly, wondering whether he should announce his presence.

The music coming from the radio was so loud he could barely hear himself think, but that didn't matter, he was only thinking one thing. Rachel spun around, her hair flying everywhere and as the chorus came on, she jumped up and down, her eyes squeezed shut, shouting out the lyrics.

She looked beautiful—and that was a word that Puck very rarely ever associated with women.

She was too wrapped up in her song to realize that he was there, and Puck was grateful for that. He was pretty sure she would give him a good smack over the head if she knew he had been watching her. In the next chorus when she was doing her eyes shut, jumpy-spinny thing, he made a break for his room, trying to process this new emotion.

This is just a filler chapter, so I understand it's slow, but the next few will be more exciting, I promise.

The more reviews I get, the longer the chapter will be :)