A/N: A huge apology for taking so long to put out part 2 of 3 for this story. It's kind of been kicking my ass but that's still no excuse for taking a month to update. Anyways if you read part 1 when it first came out you might want to re-read it so you have the context for this chapter. I hope you enjoy and please review!
Also the last part won't take as long to put out, I promise. Big thanks to GoingVintage, 2looney and sassy26 for being so encouraging, and all my other Twitter ladies as well :)
Disclaimer: They still have Puck wearing clothing so I still don't own Glee.
3 years later…
Rachel sat across the table from her date using all of her will power not to roll her eyes as he continued to ramble on all about himself. She was about 2 minutes away from excusing herself and initiating Escape Plan #2 with Tina just to get away from Mr. Ego sitting at the dinner table with her.
Fortunately just then Ethan's (Evan's?) phone started vibrating from its place next to his wine glass.
"Excuse me, it's work, I have to take this" he said sliding out of his chair and walking away from the table. God how could one guy possibly love himself so much? Rachel was usually the talker, but even she wasn't as bad as this guy. Rachel grabbed her wine glass and downed the last few mouthfuls quickly; if she was going to get through the rest of this date she was going to need it. This should teach you to not to let your friends set you up.
When her date got back to the table he had an apologetic look on his face and Rachel tried her very best not to break out into a smile.
"I'm sorry I have to go back to the hospital, it's one of my patients. Maybe we can finish this some other time?"
"Sure, I'll get your number from Annette and call you" Rachel told him forcing herself to sound graceful. Not likely.
Once her date had paid the bill and left, Rachel grabbed her coat at the door to the restaurant and decided she needed a drink. Calling Tina while she hailed a cab, they made plans to meet at the bar near her apartment in half an hour.
Puck was serving his millionth beer of the night in a small but fairly popular New York bar when the world ended. Or at least that's how he felt. It was just a flash of dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, so quick he'd almost missed it, and then it was gone. Puck rubbed his hand over his head, taking in a ragged breath and trying to convince himself it was just a trick of the light.
As Puck got back to work serving drinks behind the bar, his mind had wandered back to a night he'd been steadfastly trying to forget for the past 3 years. Unfortunately, she was unforgettable. Pushing the memories to the back of his mind where they'd spent the last 3 years, Puck told himself New York was too big of a city for them to run into each other, especially so soon after he'd moved here. It wasn't her, it wasn't her.
"Two beers please"
Fuck! He'd recognize her smooth melodic voice anywhere (He absolutely did NOT hear it shouting his name in his dreams at night, he didn't). Puck turned around slowly, pasting on his trademark smirk and secretly praying she wouldn't recognize him.
Puck was stunned, she'd been a hot little thing 3 years ago, but she was flat out gorgeous now. Her dark brown hair wavy and falling almost to her waist, dressed in a tight black dress that showed off her curves. As his eyes finally reached her face, Puck saw the last of her smile slip off her face, replaced by a scowl and a raised eyebrow.
"You" was all she said, turning to look if any other bartenders were available. That pissed him off a little bit, she'd had her revenge for his asshole actions, and he was still sleeping with her name on his bed every night.
So yeah, he was going to mess with her a little bit (he never said he wasn't still an asshole).
"Hey babe" he said blowing her a kiss. She clenched her jaw tightly and her face flushed with anger. She was hot when she was all riled up, all trembling and red because of him, it didn't take his mind to place her trembling and red in his bed, falling apart for him. Well damn, she's said one word and I'm already half hard. Jesus fucking Christ. Very grateful for the bar between them Puck adjusted himself discreetly as he waited for the imminent explosion; he could tell she was ready to give him a Grade A bitch out. She'd always been very talkative.
"What the hell are you doing in New York City Puck!"
"So it's Puck now huh? I seem to remember you enjoyed calling me Noah" he was an asshole, he really was. But she was just so damn entertaining when she was angry.
"Don't start this. I can't believe you're here. Why are you here? New York was my city, my sanctuary which means they shouldn't even have let you onto the island."
"It's a free country babe"
He was really getting to her now; he could see it in the way she had to take a deep breath, probably to stop herself from reaching over the bar and strangling him with her bare hands. Her adorable, tiny, bare hands. Stop thinking about her hands Puckerman!
"One stop calling me babe and two just hand me the beers and leave me the hell alone"
Puck bent down into the beer cooler and pulled two out, popping off the caps he handed them over before grabbing her wrist.
"You know you still want me Rach, no point denying it" he told her, adding a wink for good measure. Scoffing she dropped a 10 on the bar and walked away, back into the crowd. And Puck would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy watching her go.
Rachel could feel Puck's gaze on her as she walked away, heading back to the table she and Tina had claimed in the far corner of the bar. She was in shock, the people around her were just blurs, and she was back to that feeling she'd had one morning 3 years ago, inadequate and more than a little embarrassed. Similar to that day, by the time she reached Tina, that embarrassment once again had morphed into anger.
Rachel sat down across from Tina, sliding the beer across the table before straight out asking "Did you know he was here?"
Tina looked at her as if she's lost her mind before answering "Who are you talking about Rach?"
Rachel could tell that Tina's confusion was genuine and she felt (some of) the anger slip away. At least her best friend hadn't kept such vital information from her.
"Rachel, who's here?" Tina asked again, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"Puck, he's living here in New York. And working here at this bar" Rachel responded shaking her head in disbelief. After 3 years of telling herself that night was nothing, that he was just a distant memory, and in 2 short minutes it all disappeared.
Puck walked in the door to his shitty apartment several hours later, exhausted from spending so many hours on his feet that day. Kicking off his shoes he headed straight for the shower, he smelled like beer and a crowded room. Turning the hot water on full blast, Puck stripped down and stepped under the hot spray, rinsing away the bad day(s) he'd had.
Getting interest in the band he'd started with Matt, Mike and Finn was harder than he'd thought. He had no preconceived notions that it would be a walk in the park, but he'd expected something, just the slightest speck of interest in the month he'd been here. Puck thought back to the afternoon they'd come up with their badass band name. They were all hanging in his room at the ATO frat house playing Xbox when Finn had blurted out "Spaghetti and the O's" which had earned him 3 looks that basically said could you be a bigger moron?("Whatever fuckfaces, I was hungry"). Unfortunately, thinking about his room at the frat house got him thinking about that night with Rachel, which made him think about seeing Rachel tonight all frustrated and furious, shaking with anger, which in turn gave him a raging hard on. Well fuck me.
Puck contemplated just switching over to cold water, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to be enough to cool him down. What was it about this chick that made him so crazy hot for her? Reaching down Puck slipped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping his hand up and then back down his length as images of Rachel's sweet little mouth replaced his hand.
In his mind he was back in that night 3 years earlier, in his room where she had rocked his world. He could see her clear as day take his cock deep into her hot little mouth, swallowing around him. He quickened his pace as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth faster and faster. The closer he got to release the deeper his memory went until Rachel was beneath him, squirming with pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast.
Puck felt himself go tense and seconds later he was screaming out her name as he climaxed, slapping his left hand to the shower wall to brace himself up.
Several minutes later as he felt the water grow cold he realized that the usual flashes of Rachel at 21, in his room pleasuring him in unimaginable ways had morphed into how he imagined she would look now after seeing her again tonight. Any hope he'd had about eventually being able to forget her had been thrown out the window after tonight.
Why the fuck did I ever move to New York?
The next morning Rachel was regretting allowing Tina to convince her to dance and drink away her anger. It'd been 10pm when they'd left the bar near her apartment and headed out to a club. They had danced the rest of the night away, while Rachel consumed numerous fruity cocktails and let the music drive away her thoughts.
However this morning, with her raging headache and aching muscles, Rachel was contemplating the supposed brilliance of that plan. She'd failed to remember that spending all day in rehearsal's and then spending 4 hours dancing in a club was torture on her body. And an undefined amount of drinks was almost (almost) enough to have her swearing off alcohol forever.
But as she lowered herself slowly into a hot bath that morning, she realized that it had taken her mind off of seeing Noah…Puck again.
Rachel also was currently quite grateful that her company's revival of Phantom of the Opera had not hit Broadway yet; it meant that for now she has weekends off. While resting her sore muscles in the tub she began to wonder how long Puck had been in New York City, and why Matt or Mike had never mentioned it to her.
Surprisingly her Mike and Matt had kept in touch over the past 3 years, and even though they'd only seen each other twice in that time period, they were 2 of her best friends. But right now she was furious with them for not telling her about Puck. So as she grudgingly got out of the tub to give them a call she decided she can add making her cut her bath short to the list of reasons she's pissed at them right now.
A few minutes' later Rachel walks into the kitchen now dressed for the day and puts on the kettle to make tea before picking up the phone and dialing the number to the apartment Mike and Matt share. When Rachel hears a groggy "hello" on the other end of the line she feels bad about waking Matt up, until she remembered how pissed she was at the both of them.
"Matthew, I suggest you get yourself out of bed, find Michael and put me on speaker phone so I can talk to the both of you" Rachel tells him with as much bite in her voice as she can muster.
She can hear the realization (and fear) in his voice when he lets out an almost imperceptible "Shit!" followed by the sound of rustling sheets indicating that he was getting out of bed. A minute later she heard Mike's groans and Matt whispering "Dude wake up! Rachel's on the phone and she knows"
"Shit, we're dead men"
Rachel chuckles to herself at that as she hears a soft click and Matt saying "We're both here now, what's up Rach?"
She stops laughing then and her smile is replaced with a frown "Cut the clueless act boys, you know exactly why I'm calling. How could you not tell me he was in New York? We talked less than a week ago!"
Mike jumped in then, "We honestly thought that it would take a while before you guys bumped into each other, if you ever did. New York is a fucking huge city Rach"
Rachel let out a wry laugh at that, "Obviously not big enough. He's working at my favourite bar guys, THREE BLOCKS FROM MY APARTMENT!"
"Well fuck, what're the odds of that"
Rachel could tell that Mike and Matt were trying very hard not to laugh over how hysterical she was getting.
"This is no laughing matter boys! Do you not remember what he did to me; I never wanted to see him again!"
Apparently the two Neanderthals found this incredibly humorous because they both burst out laughing. "Rachel we love you, but you have to stop lying to yourself. You WANT to never want to see him again, but deep down you know you'd like to" Mike told her through his laughter.
Not amused in the least Rachel just hung up the phone on them. It was very rude and entirely out of character for her but she was fed up with stupidity.
Well I'll just have to find a new favourite bar.
Later that week Rachel finds herself really wishing she could just go to the bar and have a drink. She's exhausted from rehearsals and has been in a crappy mood for days. She's grateful that she is in a show at all, but after four years at Julliard and dreaming her whole life, she expected to land a lead role, not a supporting one.
She can't really talk to anyone about this, because she doesn't want to seem spoiled and ungrateful. This is exactly why she needs to go to the bar and drown her insecurities in beer, except she's avoiding the bar. But when it's pushing 4 o'clock and she's still whining in her head and still has 2 more hours of rehearsal she decides to hell with it, he's probably not working anyways. She's lying to herself, she knows deep down that he probably is.
Puck is working the late evening shift at the bar that night, and by the time he gets there at 5 o'clock he's already exhausted. He's spent every day this week so far approaching minor record labels about signing The Wild Cards in the mornings and spending his afternoons going to clubs and bars all around the city looking for gigs. New York is starting to crush his spirit a little bit. Who knew even finding somewhere for them to play would be this difficult?
It's almost 6:30 when he sees Rachel walk into the bar, looking around hopefully before her gaze landed on him and a frown formed on her face. Clearly she'd been hoping he wasn't here.
He reached down and pulls out a beer for her as she walks towards the bar, popping the cap off he places it in front of her just as she sits down.
"I'm here for a beer, no conversation, so I'd appreciate it if you just left me alone" she said, letting out a sigh.
Seeing he had other customers he just smiled at her and went to serve them, probably giving her a false sense of hope, but whatever. She was such an easy target, he enjoyed riling her. As soon as he'd served the other drinks he walked back over to Rachel and leaned on the bar in front of her.
"Bad day sunshine?"
"Ugh what part of leave me alone do you now understand?" she asked with an impressive glare on her face.
Puck smirked, "I understand it fine, I just choose to ignore it"
Rachel just continued to glare at him until he backed off a little. Maybe she needed more alcohol in her before she'd start talking.
A half an hour later Rachel was on her third beer and looking even more depressed than when she'd first walked in. And now she was sighing. Fuck my life; she's actually having a bad day.
"Okay that's it, you're acting like someone kicked you're goddamn puppy. What the fuck is wrong?"
She glared at him for a few seconds before she dropped her head to the bar "Fine"
She startled rambling about how she was supposed to be a star by now and she was just in a supporting role and how she wasn't sure she was good enough to be a star. He wasn't sure where all this shit was coming from but it sure as hell didn't sound like the Rachel he remembered.
"What happened to the girl who was sure she was going to be famous, what happened to that un-shaking and annoying as hell confidence you had? Because I seem to remember you rambling on about how you were destined to be a star!"
Rachel looked at him with a stunned expression that quickly transformed into anger.
"Don't make the mistake of thinking you know me Puck" she said, throwing money on the bar, "Goodnight"
Before she slipped away Puck grabbed her wrist and bent over the narrow bar to settle his lips over hers. The kiss started out slow, but then Rachel was tugging him closer and opening her mouth to give him entrance and she was moaning. And then someone cleared their throat, loudly. The stupid fucker. And Rachel pulled away lightning fast.
"I can't do this" she said quietly as she turned tail and practically ran out of the bar. Well fuck, Puck thought as he discreetly adjusted himself behind the bar.
When Puck heads home 3 hours later, he's still fucking hard, and damn uncomfortable (not to mention pissed). Just like every other night, he heads straight for the shower, turning on the hot water, stripping and jumping in. He washes quickly before leaning back to let the water just run down his body.
Before he realizes it Rachel's face is in his mind and his hands on his (still) hard cock and he's running his hand up and down his length, imagining Rachel's sweet hot mouth from tonight. His memory of their night from three years ago mixed with the women he'd just started to know today, and it made one hell of a picture. It doesn't take long for him to climax, Rachel's name spilling from his lips. And if he hadn't been alone he'd have been embarrassed at how long he (didn't) last.
Turning over in her bed again, Rachel tries in vain to get comfortable. She's been on edge since she'd shared that kiss with Noah a few hours earlier. It was time she face it, she was ridiculously turned on, damn him and his beautiful body and skilled lips. As she reached her hand below the covers, dragging it down her stomach to her clit, she cursed the day she'd ever met Noah Puckerman. A few minutes later, his name was spilling from her lips for an entirely different reason.
If anyone were to ask, Rachel would blame it on the alcohol and Noah being a gentleman and walking her home from the bar that night, wrapping his jacket around her shoulders. Not the way his jacket was warm and made her remember being surrounded by him; not the way his distinctly masculine scent filled the air around her and made her dizzy; not the way his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips making her remember how amazing that tongue was. Nope, it was the alcohol and the care Noah demonstrated, it clouded her judgment.
Not to mention she was high of excitement, her show had its first performance on Broadway that night, and while she still didn't have a lead role, she was giddy to finally be on Broadway. Tina and Artie had been in the audience like she expected, along with her fathers. But the real surprise had been seeing Finn, Matt, Mike and Puck after the show. Her friends had surrounded her, offering their praise and fawning over her and she'd been overjoyed. Even Puck had offered a quiet "You were amazing Rach" that had warmed her heart.
The group of friends then headed off to the bar near her apartment, the one where Puck was bartending most nights. They ordered pitchers of beer, toasting to Rachel's success and generally carrying on, being loud and having fun. It was almost like that night at the frat house three years back, all of them sitting around the picnic table laughing and getting along. But at the end of the night they're breaking into little groups and heading home (or to the hotel in Finn, Matt and Mike's case). When Puck offered to walk her home, she said yes before she could decide otherwise.
So when Noah said goodnight and turned to walk away, Rachel reached out to grab his wrist, her excuse already formed in her head. Reaching up she put her hand on the back of his neck, dragging his head down to hers as she rose up on her tippy toes to meet his lips. Puck stood shocked for a few seconds before he took over, putting his hands on her hips and dragging her towards his body and deepening the kiss. Rachel's other hand settled low on his stomach as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance. When Noah gently brushed his hand under her shirt and up her side Rachel writhed beside him, pressing against him where she could feel the evidence of his arousal thick and hot against her stomach.
Rachel pushes away from him and Noah just looks down at her with a confused look spreading across his face. "Don't even try to tell me you don't want this Rach, the way you-" Rachel cut him off with her lips, working her way along his jaw line to his ear, "Come upstairs Noah"
They were upstairs in her apartment in record time, both breathless from the kisses and the running. Before the door to her apartment was even closed they were both stripping out of their clothes.
They only made it to the bedroom because Rachel insisted, and they barely made it there at all. Puck would have been more than happy to fuck her against the door, on the floor, on the kitchen table, or really any other available flat surface.
After what felt like hours of them torturing each other, Puck finally slipped into her, the sweet heat enveloping his cock, gripping it tightly. It felt like coming home, but he quickly pushed that thought aside for now. Right now was all about the feel of her pussy milking him as he thrust into her, hard and fast, over and over again.
"Harder Noah" Rachel moaned, her legs sliding up to wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper inside of her and he still pounded into her harder, giving in to her demand gladly. Seconds later Rachel's orgasm came out of nowhere, exploding through her as Puck felt her tighten around his cock, gripping it so tightly that he tumbled into his own release with her, grunting out her name before collapsing on top of her.
Coming to his senses Puck slipped out of her, Rachel groaning at the emptiness, before padding over to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he got back to the bed Rachel was already asleep. Tired her out, didn't I?
He took the time now to appreciate just how her body had matured in the past 3 years, committing every inch of her to memory; the gentle curve of her hips, the smooth length of her legs, her narrow waist, and her long brown hair that reached to her waist. Lying down beside her he pulled the covers over them both before pulling her to him gently; settling his hand on her hip as sleep threatened to pull him under. I should head home was his last thought before he slipped into sleep beside her.
A few weeks later Puck finally manages to garner some interest for The Wild Cards and gets them 5 gigs at this little bar in downtown Manhattan. That night when he picks up the phone to call his boys and tell them to start packing their shit, they're moving to New York, is the best night he's had in a while.
His hand itches to pick up the phone and call someone, to call Rachel. But he's sure she doesn't want to hear from him, not after the way she kicked him out of her apartment after the night they'd shared a few weeks back. Clearly she regretted sleeping with him again, Puck on the other hand didn't care, she was smoking hot and a great lay. Plus she wasn't so terrible to talk to. Win-win in his book.
The day that Finn, Matt and Mike move into their apartment in his building Puck invites everyone over to his apartment for pizza and beer and some celebrating. The Wild Cards had their first gig in a month and it was an ongoing contract, every other Friday night for 2 months at a local bar.
Tina and Artie had apparently convinced Rachel to come, because the look on her face when they practically dragged her through the door was one that basically said she intended to kill them later. Then Mike and Matt practically tackled her and she her scowl turned into a huge smile as she started laughing and joking with them already. Fuck she hasn't even been in the door 30 seconds and they're already acting like a tight-knit trio. Puck felt like he'd been punched in the stomach and decided he was clearly hungry as he headed into the kitchen for a slice of pizza.
Everyone is sitting around his living room, drinking beer and eating pizza and talking, and he thinks it's nice to have his boys around again. Their crazy antics had been missing these last few months. Matt and Mike are busy telling Rachel that The Wild Cards are going to become superstars, tour the world and make tons of money; and then Rachel's telling them how she's going to be a star one day too, how her name will be up in lights in Times Square. He remembers that speech, he got it on a night three years ago, except it was a little more slurred and followed by crazy hot sex.
"Puck, dude!" He hears Finn call at him.
"What!" He asks, dragging his eyes from Rachel and turning to look at Finn. Finn just looks at him for a moment before saying "Wow, she's really gotten to you has she"
Puck scoffs, he's a certified bachelor, no chick gets to him. "The fuck you talking about moron?"
Finn just shakes his head and starts laughing, like he knows something that Puck doesn't. Fuckface, Puck thinks as he heads into the kitchen and grabs himself another beer.
Tina and Artie leave around 10, faking exhaustion he's sure, to get some time alone. Matt and Mike have convinced Rachel to stay for a while longer and are currently trying to teach her how to play CoD on his Xbox. She gets killed about every 20 seconds and laughs like she's having the time of her life; Puck's entranced by her laugh, it's just so cute. Cute? Well fuck. Puck has no clue what's happening to him, but he doesn't like it, so he picks up his guitar and starts playing around, trying very hard to ignore the female presence in his apartment whose laugh is cute. And whose body is smokin' and has kept him hard pretty much since she stepped through the door in her skintight jeans, heels and v-neck tee.
But then the boys bust out Rock Band and Rachel loses interest, instead heading into the kitchen and starting to tidy up. Puck takes this as a sign that he's meant to have some alone time with her tonight and promptly kicks those douche bags out of his apartment. They're all laughing as he basically shoves them out the door and he flips them the bird before closing the door in their faces.
Back in the kitchen he walks in to see Rachel putting all the leftover pizza into a container, and she just looks so right standing in his kitchen, so hot that he goes up behind her put's his hands on his waist and kisses the side of her neck. Rachel falls back against him as he kisses his way down her neck and along her shoulder, moving her shirt aside as he goes. He grabs her hand and tugs her around to face him, fusing their lips together as he walks her backwards towards his bedroom.
There is clothing flying, bodies shaking and writhing, moans spilling out into the air. And finally bodies joining and he has a moment of clarity right before he loses all sane thought where he realizes this is where they know each other best, in the cover of the dark they know each other's bodies as well as they know their own.
They're lying next to one another, sated and panting for air when a laugh escapes his lips. Turning to look at her, Rachel's got a confused look on her face so he explains.
"I lied three years ago"
"What do you mean Noah?"
"THAT was the best sex I've ever had"
"Does that mean I should sign your other bedpost now?" She asks laughing and he can feel himself starting to glare at her.
"I can't believe you actually did that!"
She laughs then; turning to look at him she says "Neither can I."
When she's laying next to Noah as he slips into sleep Rachel wonders if it will always just be this way with him. Amazing, mind-blowing, heart-stopping sex. There's no use in denying how attracted to him she is, not anymore. His raw masculinity is dangerous to her sanity, and despite her reactions otherwise, his crass language and I-don't-give-a-shit attitude always manage to light a fire in her. Their chemistry is explosive, she realizes, and that is exactly what makes it so dangerous.
I have to leave. Slipping from Noah's bed as quietly as possible, Rachel grabs her clothes and gets dressed quickly before heading for the door. When she's standing in the doorway to his bedroom she glances back to see him shift, trying to get comfortable as he sleeps. The slightest motion causes his muscles to ripple and her breath to catch in her throat.
Stop torturing yourself Rachel. She turns her back to him, and on will power alone slips from his apartment and out into the night, hailing a cab. When she shuts the door and gives her address to the cab driver she lies back in the seat and shuts her eyes. It won't happen again, it can't!
Puck spent the next few days pretty angry that she would just leave in the middle of the night, it was just sex! After he stopped being angry, he spent the next month trying not to think about her, especially in the shower.
The next month goes by in a blur, Rachel is working almost non-stop with rehearsals and shows. She barely has time to grab a coffee with Tina any more, let alone actually go hang out. When she's not working she's usually sleeping. She vaguely realizes this is no way to live, she needs to get out and spend some time doing other things, but she is bone-deep exhausted most of the time.
So Rachel is actually really grateful when Mike calls her on Thursday night and tells her in no uncertain terms that she WILL be at their show tomorrow.
"Rach, you're driving yourself insane with work, we've seen you once since we moved here and we barely ever talk. You're coming! Even if Matt and I have to come and get you ourselves."
"I'll be there Mike, just probably not before you guys go on; I have a show at 7:30 so I probably won't get there until 10:30"
"We're excited to see you Rach, not to mention we are going to kick ass tomorrow" Rachel can here the grin in his voice and can't help but smile herself.
"I know you will!"
Rachel was so excited to be going out to spend time with her friends again, that even the thought of seeing Noah again couldn't put a damper on her night. She suspected he was not pleased with her leaving in the middle of the night.
When Rachel walked into the bar she could hear The Wild Cards up on stage playing a stripped down version of Use Somebody by Kings of Leon. Noah was singing, sitting on a bar stool and playing his acoustic guitar and she was enthralled by his voice. She's never heard him sing before, but he had such a strong rough voice that held a hint of vulnerability. She'd heard him strumming on his guitar that night a month ago, but the fluid way his hands played the chords sent a shiver up her spine and she felt herself blush all over when she remembered just how skilled those hands were.
Finally managing to tear her gaze from Noah she headed for the bar and ordered herself a beer before scanning the crowd to search for Artie's wheelchair. Spotting Tina and Artie at a table just to the right of the stage, Rachel headed in that direction throwing the boys on stage a smile when they spotted her.
Up on stage Puck watched Rachel cut through the crowd in a pair of tight jeans, red heels, a black top and a short leather jacket. Holy fuck is she trying to kill me.
Rachel sat hugged Tina and Artie before sitting down and shrugging out of her leather jacket, it was way too hot in here for leather. As the guys on stage started their next song Rachel kept her gaze on Noah practically the entire time as she sipped her beer and let the music wash over her. She was having a blast already, and she was really glad she'd come out tonight.
Catching her gaze Noah winked at her before turning his head back to the crowd to keep singing and Rachel felt her well built arguments of why they shouldn't continue with a physical relationship start to crumble. They had amazing chemistry, she always had fun when they were together, and he was gorgeous. There was no reason they couldn't have a purely physical relationship while maintaining a friendship. She was smart enough to keep herself from letting it get any farther than that, but she needed a little fun in her life, she'd been missing that lately.
With her mind made up Rachel watched the band perform 2 more songs, one original which was fantastic, and another cover song this time Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd (They sure have an eclectic set list Rachel thought) before Noah announced they were taking a five minute break. Here's your chance, go talk to him Rach. "Be right back"
She could see the guys over on the other side just off the stage arguing about something, so she went to the bar and got 4 bottles of water before heading over to them.
"Just keep the set list in the order we agreed on guys, no messing with it" she hears Puck say and the three other guys nod grudgingly before they all notice her standing there.
"You brought water? I love you!" Matt says excitedly kissing her cheek and swiping one of the waters as the rest of the guys reached out to grab one themselves.
Rachel kept glancing at him as the other guys asked her how she'd liked it so far, and she told them how amazing they were. After their break was almost over the guys headed back to the stage but Rachel reached out to grab his arm and he stopped and turned back to her. She was nervous about something, he could tell by the way she was biting her full lower lip. He'd rather be the one biting it.
"I have a proposition for you" she said suddenly and his eyes snapped up to meet hers. Taking a step closer, hoping she was about to say what he wanted, no needed to hear. Instead of answering Puck just raised his eyebrow.
"We clearly have chemistry…physical chemistry, and we keep ending up in bed together. And I think it's stupid of us to ignore the heat between us when we can do something about it" she blurted out really fast, not meeting his gaze.
He was fighting to keep a smile from breaking out on his face "Rach are you saying we should have no-strings attached sex?"
Finding some courage buried deep inside her, she reached up and pulled him into a scorching kiss, biting his lower lip before pulling away. Calling over her shoulder as she headed back to Tina and Artie she said "What do you think?"
Oh she's so going to get it later.