Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: If you are a Finchel fan, I would stop reading now. I don't want to ruin the surprise but there will be some Puckleberry action in this chapter!
You'd have to be blind to not see that Puck was hot. He looked damn good and he knew it along with everyone else around him. It's not that his looks came naturally. He worked really hard to look this good but it was worth it. The only reason he still bothered with coming to school was to watch the way everyone gawked at him as he sauntered down the hallway – and maybe the short, brunette in tiny plaid skirts down the hall didn't hurt either. Puck smirked and nodded in the directions of a group of girls that were currently staring at him. The girls giggled and blushed before hurrying down the near empty hallway. He tried to come up with a reason as to why the school was so empty but then he remembered that most students had gone with their parents to work today.
"Hey, Puck." A Cheerio, who Puck couldn't quite remember but was sure they had fooled around last week, fell into step beside him.
"Hey…" He racked his brain for her name but then remembered he didn't really care.
The girl didn't seem to notice his pause and continued what she had come over to talk about in the first place. "I had fun the other day. Maybe we could do it again?" The girl stepped in front of him and blocked his way to Rachel.
He looked over her shoulder and saw that Rachel was headed towards the choir room. Damn. "Maybe. I'll uh, I'll let you know." He brushed past the girl and hurried after Rachel.
"Call me." The Cheerio yelled and Puck ignored it. Like he was actually going to call her? If he didn't remember her name then she couldn't have been that impressive and he wasn't about to make that mistake again.
Mr. Schue was walking past the choir room towards the teachers' lounge when he saw that there were kids in the room.
"Rachel? Puck? Brittany? Aren't you supposed to be with your parents today?" Mr. Schue walked into the room and asked them.
"My daddy is a surgeon and the hospital doesn't like high schoolers observing surgeries. My other dad is a lawyer and while I could have been cooped up in his office all day I find that my talents would be better used here." Rachel smiled at him, happy with her answer.
"My mom works nights." Puck shrugged sinking deeper into his chair.
Everyone turned to look at Brittany. "The last time I visited my parents at work I got stuck in an elevator for three hours. Some weird guy finally got me out and then invited me to his van." She told them with the familiar blank expression on her face. "Plus, I accidentally drowned my duck last night and I'm depressed."
"Come on, Brittany." Mr. Schue smiled. "We'll go talk to Mrs. Pillsbury."
"What about us?" Rachel raised her hand and asked Mr. Schue expectantly.
"Umm…" Mr. Schue frowned. "Since it's just you two, find a song that's normally not a duet and make it into one. You can perform it tomorrow for the whole club."
When Mr. Schue and Brittany were gone Rachel turned to smile at Puck. "I was thinking maybe something by Barbra or Celine."
"I don't do chick songs." Puck shook his head and lay down across several chairs on the bottom row.
"Then what do you propose we do?" Rachel looked down at him.
"AC/DC, Foreigner, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi… something like that." Puck shrugged and then smirked. "You know, I can totally see your panties from down here."
"Noah!" Rachel jumped from her chair and moved to sit on the other side of the room. "What's Foreigner?"
"You don't know Foreigner?" He looked absolutely shocked. "The band got together in the late 70's. Even if your dads' are gay they should still know who Foreigner is."
"Well, I've never heard of them." She crossed her arms.
"Well, you're crazy." Puck got up and went to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Rachel asked.
"Nurse. I need a nap." He explained yawning.
She frowned at him but then walked over to him. "I think I know somewhere better."
Intrigued, Puck followed closely behind Rachel as she led him through the school.
"The auditorium?" He frowned but let her lead him there anyway.
She climbed onto the stage and disappeared into the stage room while Puck awkwardly looked around waiting for her to come back out.
His brows knit together when she struggled to pull a large blue mat out and plant it in the middle of the stage.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Lay down." She ordered.
"Bat-shit crazy." She heard him mumbl but he crawled onto the mat anyway.
He sighed, content, and closed his eyes with his hands hooked behind his head.
"Nice right?" Rachel smiled and he felt her lay down next to him.
"I guess." He mumbled.
"Santana's hot." She said quietly after a few minutes.
"What?" Puck peeked over at her and she was staring up at the ceiling.
"She's got a great body, she's popular, she's got boobs, she's… she's hot and everyone knows it. That's why Finn slept with her. She's hot and I'm just… I'm plain Rachel Berry." Her voice was oddly quiet.
"There is nothing plain about you, Berry." He told her. "And you are hot."
She looked over at him and he was staring back at her. She recognized that look in his eyes. It's the way she used to look at Finn. Why would Puck be looking at her like that? Then something else flickered in his eyes. Something that Rachel recognized but she couldn't believe. She had never seen anyone look at her like that. Ever. Puck was looking at her with eyes filled with desire and want. Want for her. He wanted her.
Rachel had never really thought about Noah like that. Of course, she thought he was attractive like every other female in this school – and some boys – but she had never really thought of him as handsome, but that's exactly what he was. Even when they had dated briefly last year she had never really given much thought to Puck. When they had made out she was always fantasizing about Finn or how to get back at him. Now that she thought about it, she wondered what it would be like to make out with Puck, really make out with him, and not think about anything else but him. She had heard stories about him and how great he was when it came to sex but she had never thought about it much. But now that he was looking at her, really looking at her, she couldn't help but think what it would be like for him to touch her.
As if he could read her mind, his hand crept out and slid up her arm to cup her face before leaning over and kissing her carefully on the lips. Her breath hitched and he pulled away afraid he had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry." Puck apologized. "I shouldn't have done that. It was a bad idea."
"More." Rachel whispered and he swallowed the lump in his throat before his lips came crashing down on hers.
Puck pushed Rachel onto her back and towered over her as he kissed her greedily. She was clinging to his shirt as if he might disappear and he could feel that her heart was beating just as hard as his. He had never been nervous about kissing a girl before but something about Rachel was making him act like a chick and he didn't like it. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and she happily granted it letting their tongues battle for dominance. His leg pressed between her thighs and he felt her moan deep in her throat. He pulled back after a few minutes to study her. Her lips were red and swollen and her eyes were staring back at him, full of lust and arousal. He gave her one last peck on the lips before rolling off of her and taking his spot back on the mat.
Rachel's brows knit together trying to figure out what had just happened. Noah had just kissed her and now he was lying beside her with his eyes closed as if nothing had happened. She sat up slightly and looked down at him.
"Noah?" She asked confused.
"I'm taking a nap, Berry." He told her and hoped she would get the hint.
"I uh…" Rachel stood up quickly. "I'm going to go."
Puck heard her footsteps hurry off the stage and then the auditorium doors slammed shut. He sighed loudly and tried to think of anything but the taste of Rachel's lip gloss still on his lips.
A/N: So it probably wasn't what you were expecting but I hate when fanfics put Rachel and Puck together from the very beginning. In my opinion, the best part of Puckleberry is when Rachel and Puck argue and act as if they don't like each other. They always have so much sexual tension. There is going to be lots of Puckleberry foreplay before I actually get them together.