A/N: BB, please don't kill me – I know this wasn't a song on the list either lol, but the idea came to me an I jus had to run with it – I promise I'll try actually follow your prompt from now on (ok, after the next chap) – but yes, that mash-up for def.

Because… it's still Valentine's Day in some parts of the world, right? lol

bold italics = song lyrics

Chapter Two: Bad Reputation

No one really knows how they got together except them – oh, and his mom and little sister, and just about everyone in his neighborhood; because you know, Rachel's not into caging in her performances or some shit.

Here's how it goes down:

She's standing on his front lawn belting out Bad Reputation, with an old-school boom-box at her feet blasting out the music to go with, while wearing a sexy-as-fuck little outfit that hugs her in all the right places. He doesn't care if that makes him sound like a girl. When a chick as hot as Rachel is hanging around outside your window wearing tight-ass jeans, an' a leather jacket an' a barely there top that doesn't even reach her belly-button so it shows off her flat stomach; he'll fuckin' tell you it hugs her in all the right places if he fuckin' wants to. And it fuckin' hugs her in all the right places.

Plus she looks badass!

Shit! She's hot!

And she's a Jew like him.

Damn, they'd make Jews like the sexiest, hottest, fuckin' religion around. Or ye know, the people would be anyway. Whatever, the point is Rachel is a hot Jew and she's standing in his front yard looking like sex on legs an' he's even more serious this time when he says she makes him want to light himself on fire. Girl is smokin' – plus that song? Totally hot.

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I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

Naturally his sister takes this exact moment to come running into his room, jumping on his bed behind him till he turns and nods at her.

"Noah, Noah, Noah," she chants; 'cos she's that annoying this early in the morning.

He swallows a groan because he knows what's coming next.

"There's a girl outside your room – in the front yard," she tells him chirpily; and seriously, how the fuck is she so awake right now? The only reason he's awake is 'cos there's a sexy-as-fuck chick outside his room, in the front yard, like his sister even knows. An' he's pretty sure that's not why Sarah's awake – dude, that'd just be messed up; she's not even hit double-figures yet. It's gotta be the singing; kid's a singing nut. Go figure. "And she's serenading you, Noah."

She laughs and he spins round to squint at her in the only stream of light that's coming into his room through his bedroom window.

"'The fuck you even know what that means?" he asks her, because seriously, she's not even hit double-figures yet; she should be using like six letter words max, right? Not sounding like even more midget version of Berry.

Shit, girl is everywhere.

"Uh, duh," his sister says back, matching his look, "I read."

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever, jus go run intercept on Mom before she – "

Too late.

"Noah!" his mom says, bursting into his room. "Is that girl who's out there singing to you, Jewish?"

Well, fuck!

-

"Berry, what're you doing?" is the first thing he says to her when he steps bare-foot onto his lawn to stand in front of her.

Fuck, it's chilly out. He only has his pajama bottoms on, and he could swear his nipples could cut glass right now they're so hard. She looks damn fine, but he's not that easy. He wraps his arms around himself and tilts his head as he watches for her reaction.

"I just – " she starts to tell him, when her eyes seem to get distracted by the fact he doesn't have a shirt on and she stumbles over breaths instead of words. This makes him smirk, because Hell, he could hardly blame her. He knows he has a rockin' body; it's not like he goes to the gym for nothing, you know.

"An what're you wearing?" he cuts in then, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement as he checks her out this time. Slowly. From her short black biker boots all the way to her bright red lips and her eyes that are outlined in black and her hair that falls over her shoulders in waves.

He doesn't care that he's noticing all this. Chick is hot.

She looks down at her feet, and then suddenly seems to remember who she is 'cos she puffs out her chest – it only gives him a better view of her amazing rack, so he's hardly about to complain – and puts her hands on her hips – again, better view – and tells him in that little snooty voice of hers, "I wanted to show you that I too have something of a bad reputation, and that since the mindless opinions of our peers has failed to bother me thus far, I should hardly pay any attention to what they say about you."

"Which, in English means… ?" he asks, trailing off and raising an eyebrow at her.

"That I care not that you are a supposed badass stud," she replies him. "Because I rather liked that brief spell when I had you on my arm to show off to the school, and you're a highly competent singer – and you're an exceptional kisser."

Oh, so that's what this is about. She's been getting stick about the fact they've been seen hanging out together most of the week. Pfft. He doesn't care. She's hot – crazy, sure – but she's hot. And he's a stud: come on, it's effing natural.

Plus, Schu has them practicing harder, and fuck if he doesn't actually care about Glee an' all, so he's going with it. And she's talented as shit, so of course he went to her. And people say he's the stupid one; shit makes perfect sense to him.

"Oh, baby," he tells her, a wide grin spread across his lips, and his eyebrow raised as he eyes her with the same appreciative look as before, "I'm not just awesome at kissing."

"Well, I have yet to bear witness to such claims so they shall remain baseless until I have," she responds all tartly.

He smirks, "You wearing that outfit to seduce me, that it, Berry?"

"Why?" she asks, while twirling her hair around her finger, looking up at him through half-closed eyes; and she's suddenly all coy and she's such a fucking tease. "Am I turning you on, Noah?"

"I'm a stud for a reason, Berry," he says with a cluck of the teeth.

She pouts a little, and it makes him laugh.

He puts his arms around her, slides his hands across the smooth skin of her waist to slip them into the back pockets of her jeans.

"But, sure, if that's what you wanna hear," he tells her; 'cos let's face it, he's never been one to deny a hot chick; and Berry is an effing hot chick. "Those tight jeans and those boots," he lets out a low whistle, " an' that top, leather jacket an' all, yeah girl, you're getting me hard."

She smiles, and it's like she doesn't mean to, but she can't help it, and it makes him smirk.

He tugs her in towards him with his hands on her butt, and in a second she's pushed right up against him, an' fuck she really is getting him hard. And the way his hands meet her ass – he could swear she's not wearing any panties – or at the very least she's got the barest scrap of a thong on.

The fucking tease.

"So you really don't care 'bout my bad reputation, babe?" he asks, and he licks his lips as he watches her suck in a breath.

She shakes her head, and he thinks this could be the start of something epic. Like mind-blowingly hot epic, none of your sappy shit.

"Come on," he tells her, and pulls his hand from her back pockets to grab one of hers and pull her towards his truck.

He yanks the door open for her, and she hops in quickly, and he slams it closed before jogging round to the driver's side. They tear out of his place so fast, she jerks forward in her seat and he throws his hand out in front of her to stop her hitting the dash.

Hey! He has a kid sister, alright! It's like instinct, or whatever, to make sure she doesn't smack her head an' bleed to death all over him when he decides to gun it down the main street or whatever.

And so, maybe he takes this as a chance to slip his hand inside her jacket and slide it across her boob – over the top too, so she doesn't go bat-shit-crazy on his ass before they're even like two blocks away from his house. He draws his hand down quickly though, and it nudges the top of her bra down so it feels even better the next time he rubs his fingers over her. He knows she agrees 'cos she lifts off the seat a little bit, pushes herself forward a smidge, and he chuckles.

He grazes over her nipple with the back of his hand, the ridges of his fingers dancing across her black-cotton covered tits; and when her breath hitches he smiles. She's enjoying this – Hell, this is what she wants. No one shows up on a guy's lawn, in the early hours of the morning, in leather an' tight jeans an' singing about reckless abandon (her words) if they're not looking for some action.

He circles her boob with the back of his hand, tilts it on its side so his thumb can run across her nipple; he feels it harden beneath his touch a minute later. He knows he shouldn't, but fuck it, if she can be a tease so can he.

He draws his hand away just enough to pull back his middle finger, curve it under his thumb and then flicks. He has perfect aim; always hits his mark, so his middle finger connects with the tip of her rock hard nipple and his others strike against the flesh around it. She gasps, and it's such a fucking delicious sound, he could swallow it.

She's a tease for a reason though, and she surprises him then when she reaches over and runs her hand down his chest. They're both still looking straight on at the road ahead, but while his hand dances across her cloth-covered skin; her fingers go straight for his bare flesh.

She grips his nipple ring and tugs on it hard, twisting it until he lets out a gasp. He throws a look her way and sees her smiling triumphantly, and all he can think is; fucking Hell!

He swerves to the side, and they careen into an empty lot with a wide stretch of trees and nothingness in front of them.

He's barely thrown it into park when they're on each other.

He couldn't tell you who made the move first, but he doesn't really care because her mouth is on his and shit, he remembers what it was like to kiss her. He's no pussy, but she does this thing with her tongue; if she did it on his cock he'd probably be blowing his load already.

He supposes it's a good thing they're sticking to above the waist right now; if he pulled a Finn with Rachel freakin' Berry, he'd never live it down. And he's a fucking stud; he didn't trade in Cheerio costumes and high school sluts to go ride around cougartown only to come in his pants the first time a different girl wraps her lips around his dick. What the Hell, man?

But, seriously, Berry; she has so much potential. That word like tells you everything you'd ever need to know about her (and she taught him it; go figure). Besides, Schu's always telling them that when they see something in someone they should help them to use it to further themselves, or some shit.

So that's what he's doing with Berry. He's recognizing the crazy in her, and using his badass stud skills to show her how much of a freak she'd be in the sack; and how they'd both enjoy it.

And they totally would.

Two hot Jews.

Two hot sexy Jews.

Hot freaky sex.

It's not rocket science; it's just natural.

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They meet in the middle and at first he's on her, towering over her, his hands in her hair and hers grasping tightly to his bare shoulders, and fuck her nails sting. She's drawing blood; she'll probably leave scars too, and she's really getting into it, so she's definitely enjoying it, the kinky bitch.

He pushes against her, his cock already half-hard as it rubs against her jeans, and a jolt runs through him as she moans deep into his mouth.

He rolls them then, so she's straddling him and her hair flies wildly around her head as he fists his hand in it and drags his lips along her jaw. Her arms are around his neck and she pulls back sharply as he peels her jacket off her shoulders and trails hot wet kisses down her throat.

Her crotch thrusts hard into his as she arches her back away from him, pushing her tits up into his face. She fits on top of him way to well for him to think of anything else right then; but the move makes him smile, because that's just where he was going anyway.

He puts his hands on her waist, and her breath hitches, her skin prickling, as his thumbs circle across her stomach and he drags his hands up her sides. He reaches around and unclasps her bra with one hand (don't question, it comes under the title Skills All Studs Need To Have) pushing it up over her tits until she lifts her arms and he pulls her top and bra off together.

His hands are on her instantly. He loves the little gasp she gives him when he cups her little titties, squeezing them, palms running across her hard peaks.

She moans and his eyes catch onto the way her throat gulps up and down with the sound and he latches his mouth onto her pulse point, sucking.

She makes a noise he can't make out, but both her hands lift to grip either side of his shaved head so he figures she's digging what he's doing.

He lets his lips crawl along her skin from the spot beside her collarbone down to the dip between her tits.

She moans and pushes up against him, shoving her boobs right in his face while his cock strains against his pajama pants as she rubs her jean-covered pussy along his length.

The fact that it's a reflex just makes the move even hotter. And fuck does he have awesome self-restraint. They should give him a medal for this shit; he'd say she should at least blow him for his troubles, but you gotta save some shit with chicks like Berry. Ok, fine, so he's never been with chicks like Berry apart from Berry, but whatever. She has potential; so he's gonna drag this out as long as he can.

And she's into him; come on, he's not gonna turn that down. She's actually not bad company when he manages to channel the crazy a bit.

Plus, she's hot! That'll win him over anytime.

He grabs one of her tits in his hand and squeezes it, swallowing the nipple of her other whole.

She moans and he groans and she's practically bucking against him already. An' damn! He'd be lying if he said all this responsive shit she's pulling isn't a huge turn-on.

"Cherries," he tells her, lifting his gaze to look up and meet her glazed-over eyes.

And when he pulls away just enough to let out a laugh, she sucks in a breath because he's just blown hot air across the wet ring he'd left around her nipple. It makes him smirk.

"You," she grits out, and it makes him smirk even more against her as he takes the rock hard peak in his mouth once more, "are not popping my cherry."

It sounds so weird coming from her mouth, but he finds he doesn't really care. It's pretty sweet that he gets to see this wild side of her. Case in point: her little hands are trying to fist themselves into his scalp, like she wishes she had more to hold onto than just his Mohawk (he'd grow it out if it meant she'd put her hands on him more often; not that he'd every tell anyone that of course, but still) as she holds him in place, his lips hovering over her nipple, fingers teasing the other.

He wraps his mouth around her nipple and sucks hard. He pulls away and she moans louder than before, but he makes a pop sound and he can't resist it.

"I think I just did," he replies, smirking, and lips are practically level.

She rolls her eyes, mutters, "Not by a long shot, stud" and pulls him down so his face is mashed in between her tits again.

The move draws them even closer together, and her crotch slams into his so suddenly he captures a moan beneath his fingertips as the curve of his palm shapes around her throat. She's still positioned directly on top of his cock; and even the shortest touch of friction between her jeans and his pajama pants has them both gasping. Fuck!

"Fine," he tells her, catching his breath, grabbing for the upper hand, as he trails his tongue around her nipple, his thumb doing the same on her other.

He swallows her hard peak between his lips and his forefinger joins his thumb to tug at her nipple and squeeze her boob.

She's pressing down on him, and rolling her hips and it's the zip on her jeans is digging into the ridge on the front of his pajama pants so he shoves his hand between them to push it to the side, and of course she uses that moment to lift herself up and off him.

So he hits back at the loss of contact, because he can be a bitch too when he wants to be.

He pulls his mouth back, takes her nipple between his teeth as he goes, and scrapes across the puckered flesh; twisting her other nipple quick and hard between his fingers.

She arches full against him, does this little Oh thing with her mouth and then she's crying out his name.

Fuuuuuck!

He just made Rachel Berry come by sucking her tits.

"So, maybe I just plucked it," he tells her, grinning widely.

She's panting against his shoulder, and he thinks his face might be splitting in two because fuck that was hot. He's proud of himself – he knows he's a stud, because… well you'd be a dumbass not to know that about him, so obviously he knows it too. Fuck, he was the one to start the name in the first place – nameless sluts, easy cougars; it's not that hard. Still, though, this is Rachel Berry, and he just made her come with only his mouth sucking on her tits and his fingers tweaking her nipples.

He'd tell her she just pulled a Finn, but a) he's not bringing Finn into this, and b) she's so fucking hot he doesn't care that she just came in her pants and he didn't even need to touch below the waist. (She did that, so he only counts his hand and tongue action – which was definitely above waist).

Damn! He is so the man!

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When she's calmed down a bit, he smoothes away the hair from her face and plants his lips on hers. He swallows her moan as her tongue drags across his and she deepens the kiss.

"Has anyone ever told you how fucking sexy you are, Berry?" he growls out as they break apart, both trying to catch their breath.

She shakes her head, tries to duck out of his view; suddenly seems aware of the fact they're both topless and pressed really close against one another.

He smirks at her, "You're one hot Jew, Berry," he tells her, and slides her off him and back onto her seat.

He hands her bra and top to her and watches as she slips her arms through, pulling her hair over one shoulder as she moves to clasp it together.

His fingers beat hers to it and he clips the hooks into place, and she brings her top over her head an instant later; her fingers skimming against his as they run down her back.

She meets his eyes over her shoulder and with a wink, he adds, "If I'd known that was what you were hinting at when you asked me to give you a ride, I'd've done it ages ago."

She rolls her eyes and then seems to realize what just happened, and what didn't.

She glances at his crotch, where his hard-on is still visible – seriously. Best. Self-control. Ever. – and then up to meet his eyes.

"Oh," she says, "I never – You never – "

He waves her off, smirking, "Don't worry about it, Berry, good things come to those who wait."

She raises an eyebrow at him and he chuckles.

"But if you're that willing to return the favor, I'll be happy to collect another time," he says, and he means it; because he wants to know what that tongue feels like, nevermind those little hands of hers.

Some people would call him crazy, but he can beat off one when he gets home – Hell, he'll do it before then if he has to – to the image of her moaning like that, writhing on top of him, gasping at his touch. You don't want too much of a good thing at once; they'd had that before, granted this is much more expressive (she brings out all these words in him, it's mental an' totally unwanted) an' it'd fizzled. If this is the way it's going this time, he's gonna make sure he has it going on for as long as possible.

Girl has potential, after all.

"Well, alright, if you're sure," she doesn't sound so sure; and he almost wants to just grab her head and shove it into his crotch right now, see how much he can swallow. Except this is Berry – this is Rachel – so fuck that, he'll wait.

He can wait.

Good things an' all that. Yeah…

He pulls away and starts to drive again; making sure to take several deep breathes and concentrate on the road ahead and not her. So she goes back to humming the tune that'd been blasting through her speakers in his front yard not that long ago.

And then she starts to sing:

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation

Oh, he is so gonna be cashing in on that favor.

He shifts in his seat, tugs at his pajama pants and pointedly ignores the smug look plastered right all over her face.

He's gonna be cashing in on it soon.


TBC…

A/N: so not as smut-filled as the last one, apologies, but I can't promise full sex-scenes in all the parts ;)
Also, I realised that my author's note at the end of the last chap kinda read like a sympathy vote - honestly wasn't meant that way, it was genuinely fear at posting this lol

Thanks for reading.
Hope you liked it, and please let me know what you thought!
Steph
xxx