Authors note: Thanks for all the subscription alerts, favorites, and reviews. I was really shocked when they started pouring in! It makes me want to write faster. I spent a lot of time this week at work jotting down ideas for this story. I'm in management and admittedly had far more important work-related things to do but I found myself thinking about ideas for this story all week. I'm addicted to reading all the wonderful Glee fanfic out there and am really enjoying writing one of my own.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Glee". I only wish I was that creative. That said, Mark Salling is more than welcome to become my love-slave (although I guess I better run that past my husband first!!!!)

Author's Note Part 2: I hope ya'll get my Jane Eyre reference. I love that novel and Puck has reminded me of the mysterious Mr. Rochester from the get-go!

As Rachel swiped a second coat of mascara over her lashes, she smiled at her reflection. She had to leave for Noah's in just a few minutes but wanted to make sure she looked just right. Her plan called for perfection!

Stepping away from the mirror for a full-body view, Rachel was more than pleased with what she saw. Her legs were encased in a form-fitting pair of dark blue jeans. Her shirt, a blushy pink color, clung to her and had a plunging neckline. And thanks to her new push-up bra, the neckline actually had something to plunge toward for once. What nature had begun in the breast department, Victoria's Secret had finished beautifully. Peeking from beneath her neckline was the slightest hint of white lace. Hello, girls! Rachel thought. Sitting down, she slid her feet into a pair of stiletto-heeled boots. With one last glance at herself, Rachel was positive that there was no way Noah Puckerman would be able to avoid staring. Even with all her self-image issues, Rachel knew she looked "smokin" (as the boys would say.)

Realizing that her dads would never let her out of the house to "babysit" while broadcasting that much cleavage, Rachel grabbed one of her frumpier sweaters, buttoned it over her shirt, and tromped down the stairs. Announcing her plans for the evening, she kissed her dads and was out the door.

After making a very important stop, Rachel was on her way. As she drove, she thought about her plan. Midway through her 16th year, Rachel was still very much a virgin. A few months ago, she was convinced that her status was finally going to change. As soon as Quinn and Finn had broken up, Finn had run straight into Rachel's arms, just as she had imagined that he would. But alas, soon after they had begun dating, Finn's "problem" was discovered. Make out sessions usually ended in Finn's embarrassed apologies. But Rachel was undeterred. Her devotion to Finn was far stronger than any sexual problems they may have had. And she knew that with dedication, determination, and love, they would get through anything. So they spent their days after school and weekends together. Rachel, finally, felt like she was complete. She had her leading man. Finn understood her and didn't get annoyed by her excessive vocabulary; even if he didn't actually know what she was saying half the time. He was supportive and adoring – at first. But as the months passed, he began to change. She couldn't put her finger on it but something was different. His kisses were less intense and he didn't even try to touch her breasts anymore. And then one day in practice, Rachel caught Finn and Quinn exchanging glances at each other repeatedly. It was then that she knew: despite her promiscuity (sleeping with your boyfriend's best friend? Hello!?) and duplicity, Quinn still had Finn's heart. Rachel ignored the heated glances between her boyfriend and his former girlfriend for a few weeks until she could take it no longer. She confronted Finn, who gave a stumbling, rambling omission of her suspicions. With less flair normally attributed to a performance by Rachel, she dumped him. Three days later, he was back in Quinn's arms. As far as Rachel was concerned, she had come in second to Ms. Perfect Fabray for the LAST time. She was done with love, too. High school boys had nothing to offer her. Well…. they did have ONE thing to offer her and it was during the "Forget Finn Hudson's Existence" period that Rachel decided she needed to lose her virginity, regardless of her relationship status. She realized that her plan for giving it to Finn hadn't worked out but that didn't change the very real fact that she needed to lose the "virgin" label. After all, being a successful star meant having a broad emotional range. Having never have had sex, Rachel was unable to channel those particular emotions for performances. This left her with a missing piece of the talent puzzle – and that was unacceptable to a future Tony/Grammy/Oscar/Emmy winner like herself. Rachel Leigh Berry had to have the total package. And that meant having sex.

It was one day in Glee practice that she realized exactly what she needed to do. She was watching the boys work on choreography and her eyes were drawn to the way Noah's jeans molded to his body. It was so...hot! From that day forward, Rachel felt herself growing more and more attracted to his dark, brutish manner (he could sometimes be SO much like Edward Rochester!) Rachel hadn't even felt this way during the brief relationship she shared with Noah. She knew what a sexual guy he was – his two-month old child and his reputation as an incomparable cougar-chaser - were testament to his prowess. This reputation only helped to arouse her more. She remembered from their short relationship how much he enjoyed making out with her and how he had wanted to go farther. It was then that her plan came together. She needed to conquer Noah Puckerman. So she decided to turn on the charm, turn down the admittedly overbearing personality, and push up the "girls" to get his attention. She would then lead him to think that seducing her was his idea. Viola – no longer a virgin! And no stupid, messy emotions would get in the way because Noah Puckerman wasn't the commitment, lovey, relationshippy type. And that's what Rachel needed, sex (just one time, though) without the feelings involved. She refused to be taken for a fool again. Her plan had to work! She would die if it failed.

There was a knock on the door promptly at 5pm. Of course Berry wouldn't be late. Puck jerked it open and Rachel shoved a box in his hands as she breezed past him. "Here, I thought you might like some pizza."

Puck's stomach growled, the smell of pizza wafting from the box up to his nostrils. He glanced down at the box and then up at Rachel, who was staring at him. His eyes traveled down her chest to her exposed cleavage and his mouth went dry. He was torn – eat pizza or ogle the pair of tits he didn't even know Berry had. His eyes skimmed down her body, appraising her jeans and heels. THIS was a side of Rachel Berry that was very unfamiliar to him.

"Berry! You look….hot!"

Rachel blushed crimson and sheepishly stared at the floor. "Th….thank you, Noah."

"Seriously, why don't you dress like that at school? You'd have guys following you everywhere!"

Puck motioned for Rachel to follow him into the house. Walking into the kitchen, he sat the pizza down on the countertop and pulled out some plates. Rachel watched him as he flipped the box open, grabbed a piece, and shoved it into his mouth. As he chewed, his eyes travelled back towards her cleavage.

"As you know, Noah, I have had some issues in the past with unwanted advances from Jacob Ben-Israel. While dressing like this is occasionally comfortable, I don't need to further invite his leering stares or his detestable blog entries about how he wants to give me his "Jew juice"."

Puck snorted. "You're right. You show up with those babies hangin' out like that and you'd have to buy a biohazard suit. That creepy bastard would be humpin' your leg!"

Rachel smiled, her face turning red again at his crude language but secretly pleased that her appearance was causing this conversation. At least he had noticed. So far, so good.

She stared at him awkwardly as he ate, not sure of what to say. She was so bad at this! Finally remembering her entire point of being inside the Puckerman home, she asked, "Where's Anna?"

"She's asleep right now. But she's due for a bottle in about a half hour so she'll be waking up soon, I'm sure."

"Well, if you will show me where you keep the formula and bottles, I will get situated so that you can go upstairs and get the rest you so need."

As Puck showed Rachel around the kitchen, he heard Anna's first wails from the baby monitor. He headed toward her nursery with Rachel in tow. Pushing the door open, they walked inside and up to the crib.

"May I?" asked Rachel.

"Sure."

Rachel bent over the crib, picking up the crying baby. "Hey there, baby girl. Are you hungry? Aunty Rachel will feed you if you want." Rachel pulled Anna away from her body to look at her. She was definitely her father's daughter. Completely adorable, thought Rachel. She nuzzled Anna's nose to hers and then shouldered her as they walked out the door towards the kitchen.

"Noah, if you'll make her bottle, I'll feed her. Then I mean it, GO TO BED!"

Puck dutifully mixed the formula up and prepared the bottle. Handing it over Rachel's shoulder, he walked around the couch, gave Anna a kiss, and said, "I'll be in my room if you need me. Once Anna's asleep, you're more than welcome to join me."

Rachel's eyes grew wide and her head shot up, meeting Noah's. He grinned broadly. "Or not. It was just a suggestion."

"Uh….that's a joke, right?"

"Yes, Berry. That was a joke." Even as he said it, he smirked at her, sending shivers down Rachel's spine. The guy just dripped sex and her innocent self was powerless against it. Instead of replying, Rachel plastered on a grin. He bade her goodbye with a "see ya in a few hours" and headed up the stairs. Rachel watched him as he ascended, the shorts he was wearing molding to his behind. My goodness, he's sexy, she thought.

Once she heard him close the door, she focused on the little bundle in her arms, who was happily sucking on a bottle. In no time at all, Anna was fed and had fallen back to sleep. Rachel laid her down in her crib and quietly closed the door. Digging her World History textbook out of her backpack, she sat down at the kitchen table and turned her attention to Ireland's potato famine. But as she read, her mind drifted to the bedroom upstairs. She wondered if he slept naked….

Upstairs, Puck punched his pillow and flipped over. Dammit. I finally have the chance and I can't fucking sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he envisioned two beautiful breasts outlined in white lace. His self-imposed celibacy was making him crazy, he decided. Otherwise, there is no way in HELL he would be laying here, thinking about Rachel Berry's boobs. She had looked amazing when she walked through the door this evening. He had seen her in costume and was used to her borderline inappropriately short skirts but there was something about the way she looked tonight that was driving him insane. Deep down, he knew it was because she had dressed up for him. There was no other reason she would show up looking like that. She wanted him to notice. Shit, did he notice! He grew hard thinking about the way her jeans clung to her thighs, wondering desperately what was underneath those tight jeans. Groaning loudly, he rolled to his back. Slipping his hand inside his boxers, he gripped his dick in his hand. He couldn't believe he was about to jerk off to Rachel Berry but he was a desperate, tired man. Besides, no one would ever know so it would be as if it hadn't happened anyway. It only took a few minutes and then Puck cleaned himself up and finally drifted off to sleep.

Three hours later, Puck woke up. Remembering what he had done in order to fall asleep, he felt embarrassment hot on his face. Then he remembered that the object of his latest spanking session was still downstairs. He threw his shorts on over his boxers and bolted down the stairs, not bothering to put on a shirt. Rachel was sprawled out on the couch, watching E True Hollywood Story. She hadn't heard him come down the stairs so she was unaware that he had a direct view down her shirt and into her bra. He stood there for a moment, staring at the small, perfectly formed breasts that were on display just for him. Fuck man! Snap out of this shit. It is RACHEL BERRY. She talks too much and is borderline crazy. Rachel Berry….remember!

Puck cleared his throat behind Rachel and she shot up. "Noah…uhh…..did you sleep well?"

Turning around, Rachel was greeted by a bare-chested Puck. Her eyes slid over his nipples, stopping on his nipple ring before moving down his chest to the small line of hair that led down from his belly button and disappeared into his shorts. He smiled at her as he watched her eyes travel over his body. Her cheeks were bright pink and her mouth was open slightly, like she wanted to say something but couldn't. Her mouth closed and then opened again but no words came out. Finally, he asked, "How was Anna?"

Rachel pulled herself out of her lustful gazing and regained her professional demeanor. "Anna was awesome. She had a few bottles but never gave me any trouble. She's been asleep for the last 45 minutes…..She's really a beautiful baby, Noah."

Puck smiled. "Of course she is. You've seen her father, right?"

"Ha ha, Noah. I was going to say that she had Quinn's beauty but yes, I suppose she did get some of your more attractive genes as well." Rachel bent to gather her backpack and purse. Noah walked behind her, appreciating how her ass moved in the jeans with every step she took, as she headed toward the door. Opening it, she turned toward him. "I hope I helped you out tonight, Noah. If you need me to babysit again, please don't hesitate to ask. You can't shoulder all this responsibility on your own. Remember, you are part of Glee Club and we look out for one another. We wouldn't have gotten as far as we have if we didn't care about one another so much. If you need anything, you tell me, okay?"

Noah sighed, leaning against the door jamb. "Thank you, Berry, for everything. Underneath all those words and music lyrics and impossible-to-attain goals, you're really…cool."

Rachel smiled brightly, as if she didn't receive compliments too often, even if the compliment was ensconced in the middle of an insult. Puck had the uncontrollable urge to kiss her but restrained himself. What would she think? Would she smack him?

They continued to stare at one another. Rachel looked toward the ground and then slowly began to pivot on her heel to leave. Puck stepped forward, grabbing her arm. What the hell…it isn't going to hurt anything. Giving into his urge, Puck pulled her toward him and wrapped his hands in her hair, pulling her body flush against his. He lightly kissed her nose, then her forehead, then each of her eyelids before finally placing his lips on her. Rachel melted into him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as she returned the kiss. His hands traveled down and grabbed her ass, tightly pressing himself against her to let her feel his arousal. Flames shot through Rachel's belly as he ground against her. Slowly, he pulled away.

"Goodnight, Berry. And thanks for the babysitting. The sleep really helped."

Still reeling from the kiss, Rachel whispered goodnight and turned toward her car. Am I in over my head? She definitely knew now that Noah wanted her. However, she was not used to feelings so intense. Even her hottest make-out session with Finn didn't cause her knees to go limp and her heart to pound like it did when Noah had kissed her. She knew that if she wanted to have sex with him, he would probably agree. It was what she wanted, right? Her plan was definitely in motion now.

Watching her drive away through the window by the door, Puck had one thought in his mind: He HAD to get into Rachel Berry's pants.