Glee Disclaimer: It's all borrowed… not mine at all. But c'mon already: TEAM PUCKLEBERRY!

Mark Salling: Love, love, love to see you perform! I like to think that my adult Puck is more of a mix of the fictional Puck and you.

Thanks to my reviewers and favoriters and alerters! Who knew so many people would be interested in pregnant, hormonal Rachel? Special thanks to Kimmy77 who inspired me with the TWINS thing!

The doctor confirmed that Rachel was 6 weeks pregnant. He strongly recommended cutting back at work. Rachel sniffled a little. He grew more stern.

"Mrs. Puckerman, by pushing yourself too much you are putting your babies and yourself at risk. This is not something you can just do. You have to be prepared for the consequences to your babies and yourself if you do not. Otherwise," here the doctor paused and lowered his voice a little, "you may need to reconsider this pregnancy. I know this was not planned. Maybe twins are too much for you right now."

That sobered her up completely.

"The twins aren't too much for me." She insisted quickly. "I'll cut back at work."

Puck squeezed her hand supportively. He knew how hard this was for her, but he was glad that she wasn't even considering NOT having the twins. Thank God.

The doctor went over her diet and the need for increased calories with twins and recommended reading books about twins and being pregnant. He assured them that the first trimester was a roller coaster ride and twins only intensified that with most women. He gave her a prescription for a different neonatal vitamin and recommended extra rest and iron in her diet. Then he told her to set up her next appointment and wished them well.

They picked up a late lunch on the way back home. They were both quiet and their thoughts were swimming. They'd gotten a lot of news quickly, and it was more than a little overwhelming.

After lunch, Rachel was still quiet. Puck pulled her to the couch and let her sit on his lap as he rubbed her hair.

"I guess I'm going to have to quit the show." She sighed.

Puck didn't say anything. His mind was doing flips. No more topless Rachel. Fuck yeah!

"I'm sorry you will have to quit. I know you like doing this show."

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to gloat?"

He just looked at her. If it was good, he was going to gloat.

She shook her head. "I guess I'll just take my chances. The scenes were a little too intimate for me. I felt extremely uncomfortable performing them, and it was awful. I've never had anything bother me that I've been asked to perform, so that was humiliating. I guess I'm not the actress I thought I was."

"Maybe," he told her, kissing her lips gently in-between words, "you're just that much better of a wife than you thought you were!"

She beamed up at him. He smiled at her and kissed her again. This time he gently probed her lips with his tongue. She kissed him back deeply and ground against him a little. She started tugging at his shirt, and he threw it off his body quickly, tossing it across the room. Then he started in on hers. It joined his in a heap on the floor. The bra followed, and he was gently caressing her breasts. He squeezed her nipples gently. She arched into his hands and moaned softly. He kissed a path from her earlobe down to her nipple then crossed to the other breast and worked a path up to the opposite earlobe. He undid her skirt and pulled it off her body. He shoved the crotch of her panties to the side so he could put a finger in her. She was drenched. He wiggled his finger back and forth. He pushed hard against the spongy spot on the back of her clit. She cried out a little at that. He pushed again, and she made a sweet little noise in the back of her throat. He used his thumb to press on her clit too. She was thrashing back and forth in no time. He kept his finger inside her but moved his other hand up to her nipples. He tweaked them and flicked at them, but he lowered his tongue to work her clit. First he swirled forward then back. Then he worked it harder with his tongue, pushing on it and twirling it around more.

She came in crashing waves with a full intense cry of his name. He kept stroking into her with his finger, letting her come all the way down. First he tore her underwear off her and scrapped them to the floor. Then he removed his pants and underwear and quickly pulled her on top of him so he could thrust into her. She was still so incredibly tight. With her on top, he could continue to play with her tits. They were taut with desire and full in his hands. He stroked them and put his lips to one side of a breast to suck a little.

"Babe, you are so damn hot!" he told her as he moved to the other breast to suck some more.

She was stroking her body over his in a rhythmic pattern. She brought herself closer and pushed away. Closer. Away. She was barely recovered from her first orgasm when she felt the next one coming on.

"Noah, I… I… I'm gonna come again."

She did then, and he started coming into her too. Damn, she was an amazing woman.

When she caught her breath, she climbed off him and went to the bathroom to clean up. He followed her to clean up and bring her some clothes.

So they kept the rest of the day pretty low-key. She said she'd talk to the director on Wednesday and tell him that she would need to start using her understudy half the time and prepare the director to have the understudy take over as soon as possible. She knew he would not be pleased, but she didn't have much of a choice. They walked down to a Barnes and Noble so Rachel could pick up some pregnancy books and books on having twins.

Puck suggested they pick up something quick to make for dinner and that they should call their parents to let them know the news that was a change of plans.

"You know, people are gonna wonder when you start using the understudy and quit."

"I know. I still don't want to tell them yet. Let them wonder. Twins are a riskier pregnancy."

He didn't like to think about that possibility. He looked around the apartment.

"Maybe we should think about getting a bigger place."

"With what? I'm about to lose my job." She scowled.

He had forgotten about that.

"Rachel, I'm not worried about money. We can afford to live on my salary; we just might do things a little differently."

"Noah, we don't have a clue how expensive babies are. Let alone two of them. We're going to have two times the diapers, two times the daycare, two times everything…"

He could tell she was getting worked up and nervous again. He hated to see her that worried. It wasn't good for her or the babies.

"So what do you think we're having? One of each? Two boys? Two girls?"

She smiled.

"I'd love to have two girls. I always thought it would have been wonderful to have had a sister. Plus they would be so fun to take to dance lessons and dress in cute little skirts."

He thought about something Finn had said to him once, hoping he had a daughter someday that would date a guy like him.

"I want boys!" he said with a grin. "And they are NOT taking dance."

"Be reasonable," she started.

"Nope. They're playing football."

"Noah," she sighed. "What if they're interested in performing? With our musical background we could have a couple of very talented musicians. Dancing is a part of any performance. Wouldn't you want them to have that edge?"

"Nope," he answered. "I want badass little boys like their old man."

She smiled at him and said, "I guess we'll see."

He didn't like the way she said it. It was almost like a threat. She always seemed to get her way with him. That freakin' sucked balls. He was the man in this relationship, and he should get some say.

They returned to the apartment and made dinner. After dinner, she called her dads and he went into the extra bedroom to measure some things out. He needed a plan for his babies. They had to make this work. She cried a little on the phone, and he talked to her dads while she regained her composure.

"Congratulations, Son!"

"Thanks. It's more than a little overwhelming right now. We're just trying to figure some things out."

"Noah, are you worried about the money? We'd be more than happy to help out. We want nothing but the best for our grandbabies."

"No. No. We can take care of our babies. Don't worry about it."

Jesus. The last thing he wanted was her dads giving them money. Did they think he couldn't support his family?

"Noah, that wasn't what I meant. I know you can take care of your babies, but Rachel's not working will affect your financial stability. She's our only daughter. These may be our only grandkids ever. We want to do SOMETHING helpful. Please, let us help."

"Why don't you just start a college fund or something? We'll take care of the necessary stuff now, and you can help plan for their future."

He got off the phone as soon as he could saying he needed to talk to his mom yet. He called her, and she squealed with delight.

"Twins! It's more than a mother could hope for. Noah, Rachel needs to be especially careful with twins. I don't know if she should be performing right now. She has a tiny body, and she's in great shape, but this could be too much."

"Relax, Ma. She's already going to talk to the director."

"I'm so relieved. This is the BEST news. I can't wait! Can you tell Jenna now?"

"No, Mom. Not yet. Rachel's only 6 weeks along. She wants to wait a little longer."

"Let me talk to her."

He handed the phone to Rachel and went to watch some TV. He knew she'd be tied up with his ma for hours. She would be giving her every piece of advice she had and then some. Poor Rachel.

Interestingly enough, Rachel got off the phone in a great mood.

"Your mother is so funny. She's going to light a candle at St. Ann's for us."

"We're Jewish."

"She said she wants all religious bases covered. Her friend Margaret will say a rosary too."

"I'm still not convinced that she didn't put a hex on your pills or something. She's been excited about this since that first time we dated in high school."

Rachel smiled at him. "She also told me some sweet stories about you as a boy."

He glowered at her. "Fucking great."

"I think it's so sweet that you used to like to get your toenails painted."

"One time. One fucking time. I was like two."

She giggled.

"And you used to threaten her dates."

"They were assholes. I just told them to be respectful to my mother or I would kick their asses."

"Noah, you were ten. What did you think you were going to do?"

"I was a badass ten. Definitely a badass ten."

She smiled and kissed him. "Let's go to bed."

He smiled back. "Why? What's in it for me?"

"I might be able to find something in it for you…"

They went to bed and made tender love with wandering, caressing hands and slow, sweet kisses. His hands kept wandering to her belly and then back up to her breasts.

"You think they're gonna get bigger?"

"That's what I'm told. Mama Puckerman says they'll be so tender that I won't be able to stand having you touch them. She says it's the babies' way of staking their claim."

He growled. " 'S a little fucked up you talking to my mom about me touching your boobs."

"Yeah, but I guess our secret's out. We have sex, and soon, everyone will know it."

"And, babe, you admitted you don't like anyone else touching your boobs, just me!"

"I knew you'd gloat!"

That was so fucking hot, he started round 3. 'Cuz the whole world knowing she was his in every sense of the word was so fucking badass.