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Puck showered and got ready for his date with Rachel the next night. He worked things out in the shower so he didn't pull a Finn Hudson, but he was stoked for their date. He had wanted to get her alone again, but her dads were going to actually be home tonight and so was his mom. They were going with the other Gleeks to Chang's house to watch movies and crap. His parents would be around but give them some privacy. Puck figured he would just need a blanket, and he could pull Rachel into his lap, and let his fingers wander up her skirt again.
When he got to her house, her dad answered the door, and he chatted with him while waiting for her to come downstairs. She was never on time. Never. He sat on the couch and waited until he finally heard footsteps on the stairs. He stood up and walked back toward the front door. His mouth dropped open when she came into view.
"You're wearing jeans!" he said.
"Very observant, Noah," she teased, smiling at him. "Sorry I'm running a little late. Santana called as I was getting out of the shower and it slowed me up a little.
"Santana?" he questioned. That was odd. She and Santana were not friends.
"Yes, I've been helping her with some issues with Finn. She is quite serious about him."
Puck's mouth dropped open. Was Rachel behind Finn's dry spell? If Finn found out he would be even more angry. Was Santana behind Rachel's jeans? If Puck found out she was, he would be even angrier.
She said goodbye to her fathers and grabbed a jacket. They left and headed over to Chang's in Puck's truck.
"So, babe, what exactly did you and Santana talk about?"
"Oh, just girl stuff. Relationships. Finn. Nothing important." She returned evasively.
Puck set his jaw contemplatively. He reached for her hand as he drove, and she smiled up at him. He held her hand down by her knee, and used the other to drive. She chatted away for the ten-minute drive, and he inserted the appropriate responses. They got to the Changs' and Puck said hello to Mike's parents politely before taking Rachel down to the basement. Artie was not coming tonight, so they would not need to carry his wheelchair down. He had a family thing out-of-town this weekend.
The guys, Mike and Sam, were set up playing video games, so Puck joined them. The girls were sitting near the bar area talking. Tina and Quinn were chatting with Rachel. Finn and Santana weren't here yet. It looked like Mercedes and Kurt had bowed out, calling it a "couples" thing. They got drinks and snacks were passed around. Puck was into some video game, Rachel noted. Finn and Santana came down the steps about 15 minutes later. Finn's mouth set in a straight line of frustration. Santana, too, seemed distant, not meeting anyone's gaze and mouth curled up in a forced smile.
"Santana, good to see you," Rachel hugged her, and Santana met her gaze momentarily.
"Nice jeans, Berry. You should wear them more often. You look hot."
Puck's ears perked up at that across the room. "No, she should not. Her skirts are hot so I can see her awesome legs."
Rachel smiled. Santana returned her smile. They walked over to where the guys were and said it was time to start the movies.
Mike put in "The Hangover", hoping to loosen Tina and the other girls up. It worked. Although they had all already seen it, they were laughing and starting the lines before they were said in the movie. Puck sat in a chair, with Rachel on the floor in front of him, between his legs. He rubbed her shoulders, and pulled her up onto his lap halfway through the movie. He kept things light, but he kissed her neck occasionally, or turned her around for a sweet kiss on the lips.
After the first movie, they made more popcorn, refreshed drinks and took a bathroom break. Mike went upstairs to check in with his parents so they wouldn't come down. When he came downstairs again, he nodded almost imperceptibly to Puck. Puck grinned. Chang's parents would be sound asleep in 20 minutes.
Chang started the next movie, a cheesy horror flick. Puck pulled Rachel up on his lap and grabbed the blanket from the back of the chair.
" 'S cold, babe," he told her, wrapping the blanket over both of them. She cuddled back into him, and he wished she was wearing a skirt. The other couples had grabbed blankets too, and he was pretty sure Chang was already to 2nd base. Finn and Santana looked like they were still feuding a little, but they had a blanket over them. Sam and Quinn were awkwardly perched on the loveseat, holding hands.
Pretty soon, things had definitely developed for Mike and Tina. He took her into the spare bedroom at the other end of the basement. Puck was happy for his bro, Mike, but he wished it was him getting some.
Puck planted a kiss on Rachel's neck and watched her shiver slightly. When she turned her face into his shoulder at a gruesome scene, he used it to seek her mouth out for a deep, passionate kiss. She let his lips cover her face and return to her own, seeking a harder, firmer kiss. His tongue ran along hers and his hand stroked her cheek tenderly. She pushed up to get a better angle, and put her knees on either side of his legs. His body responded to her nearness as usual. His erection pushed against the front of his jeans. He knew she felt it when she ground down onto him a little.
He continued to kiss her hard, moving his lips over her neck, kissing, sucking, and blowing on her neck and the back of her ear. He kissed her mouth again hard, pushing for more. She kissed back hard, and this time it was her tongue in his mouth, seeking his.
He ran his hand under her shirt, reaching up to touch her breasts through her bra. When she didn't protest, he went under her bra to stroke her nipples. She ground tighter against his lap, causing his raging erection to get even harder. He stroked her nipples and continued kissing her. He took a look around the room and saw that all the couples were more involved in making out than watching the movie. He ducked his head under the blanket and took a nipple in his mouth. Rachel squeaked, but he kept laving her nipple with his tongue. He used his thumb to rub it as well, and then worked the other nipple. She was rocking slightly in his lap, completely enraptured with his mouth on her breasts. He kissed his way along her neck and continued to rub her nipples, pinching lightly and molding her breasts with his hands.
"Rach, you wanna get out of here, go for a drive?" he whispered.
"No, no. We have to stop." She said it, but he felt her grind down on him still.
Finn and Santana were rolling around on the floor. They were completely clothed, but their hands were roaming everywhere. Sam and Quinn were standing up to leave, deciding that being around so many couples in the throes of various levels of passion was too much. Quinn was determined not to be a slave to her hormones again, and she had been very upfront with Sam about this.
Puck went back to kissing Rachel again. He continued to stroke her tits while they made out. She was into it, and he wished he could take her shirt and bra all the way off. It wouldn't take much more of her grinding, and he'd be making a trip to the bathroom to take care of business anyway.
She moaned quietly, and that about sent him over the edge. He pulled her head into his shoulder, and tried to get her off his lap. She didn't like losing her position.
"Babe," he whispered. "I need a little break from you right there."
Her hand immediately went to the front of his pants. "Oh, is it painful?"
Fuck yeah, it was painful. Where the hell had she been during the required sex ed classes? Even he had not missed a single one of those.
"Um, yeah."
Then she did the thing he'd been waiting for. She tugged at the snap and pulled until his fly gave way. She reached into his boxer briefs and pulled out his hard length. She stroked his dick lightly with her fist. She stroked again with her fist, and kissed the side of his neck.
Damn his luck. She finally had her hand wrapped around his dick, and he was in the same room as Finn and Santana.
"Stop, Rach," he said, pushing her hands away.
She looked hurt. He kissed her mouth hard, his tongue pressing for more. He murmered quietly against her ear, "I can't take any more, babe. I don't want to make a mess on Chang's blanket."
That helped her. She smiled, a bit proud. He tucked his junk back in his jeans and headed to the bathroom for some relief. He passed the bedroom on his way to the bathroom and heard Tina crying out. At least someone was getting some, the non-solo kind.
Puck stroked himself to relief in the bathroom, wishing it was the small fist that had touched him earlier. Wishing he had Rachel's hot body writhing beneath him so he could enter her. Thoughts of Rachel drifted him through the event, and he cleaned up as best he could.
When he returned, the movie was off, and the lights were on. Santana had very little make-up left on her face, Finn having kissed it off during their make-out session. Rachel sat under the blanket, her knees tucked under her chin.
"Feel better?" smirked Santana.
He just shot a glare her way. Finn shrugged and headed to the bathroom himself.
"Let's go, babe." He said to Rachel, pulling her up with one hand.
"We should probably clean up a little."
"Nah. Chang's family considers that rude." That was a lie, but he figured Rachel didn't know them or any other Chinese family well enough to question it.
He drove her back to her house and kissed her goodbye in his truck.
"I'm sorry you were in such discomfort tonight."
" 'Sokay. You're worth it."
She grinned at him when he said that. "So, maybe I can help you more next time."
Shit. She wanted to…
"Yeah, that'd be awesome."
"I mean, you did it for me the other night."
He nodded. "And I wanted to again, but someone wore jeans."
She smiled. "Santana suggested I keep you guessing."
He fucking knew it. "Do me a favor, babe. Leave Santana out of this relationship."
She smiled and hopped out of the car. He headed home. Maybe it wouldn't be such a fucking blue Christmas after all.