Chapter 3

A/N: I don't own anything Glee related.

I have had some questions about Soraya from last chapter. Sorry I don't have a beta and I was rushing to get it out. Soraya is 12 almost 13 and is not in high school. Mr. Shue had picked her up from her school when she got in trouble for throwing the slushie. Puck and Mr. Shue are very close in this fic.

Here is a bio for Soraya.

Soraya Calla Puckerman- She was born on May 17, 2010 weighing in at 7lbs 6oz. She has her father's eyes and her mother's smile. She is definitely Puck's daughter. She's a tough cookie with a good heart. She has her father wrapped around her finger and both are content with it being that way. Mr. Shue is her favorite Uncle besides Uncle Artie and Mr. Shue's germaphobic wife Emma is a mother figure to her, helping with the girly stuff her daddy is just too scared to deal with.

I hope this clears up some things for you. If you have any other questions feel free to PM me. Thanks.

PuckPOV:

I still can't fucking believe she's here. Rachel, here and she looked even more beautiful than I remember. She even fucking smelled the same. Sweet like sugar cookies. I was so close all I wanted to do was toss her in my truck and have my way with her right there in the parking lot, but then I remembered she left.

She left and never said goodbye. She walked away and tore my heart out leaving a gaping hole in my chest. It took years to get over her. After all the plans we made, after everything we shared she just threw it all away and left me heartbroken and crying like a bitch. It was only this past year that I started waking up with less and less pain and then finally one morning when I woke up that familiar pang in my heart was gone. I felt free and relieved until now.

In that one moment she turned around and looked at me she managed to reopen that fucking hole in my chest that I thought was healed. I swallow down my anger and head back to the choir room. I walk in flop down on the uncomfortable metal chairs they still have here. "Noah…you ok?" Will asks. It's still kind of weird thinking of him as Will but now that we are co-workers it's weirder calling him Mr. Shue.

Will's been the father I didn't have since joining glee. Besides my mother he and Rachel were the only ones that saw any potential in me. God Rachel, her and Soraya are the only reasons I studied my ass off and got into Ohio State. I wanted to be better for both of them. Will helped a lot too. He took me under his wing and even babysat for me when I took some night classes when Quinn decided she didn't want to be mommy anymore.

It was a though few years but I got my degree in history and teaching. When I graduated Will helped me get a job teaching history to freshman and once Coach Tanaka retired three years ago I took over the football team. This whole time I made myself so busy with college and Soraya and now work that it helped keep my mind off Rachel.

But now seeing her brought up all that old hurt and pain and it makes me question everything we had again. I thought she loved me and she says she still does but I don't trust her. The only reason I agreed to meet with her tonight is because I want answers. I need to know why.

"Yeah I'll be fine. Where's Soraya and what did she do now?" I ask thinking how she is so much like me. "I sent her to the cafeteria to get something from the vending machine." He says trying to avoid my other question. "Will what is it?" I ask feeling the weight of today's stress just bearing down on me. "Did Quinn call yesterday?" He ask but I get the feeling he already knows the answer.

"Yup…that crazy bitch thinks that she can just call out of the blue and ask to see Soraya." I say angrily. She gave up any right to our daughter when she handed over full custody to me. "Noah, I'm not going to tell you how to raise your child but she was pretty upset today. Upset enough to throw a slushie at another girl. Have you talked to her about Quinn?" He says the concern clear in his voice.

I can't help but chuckle a little. "Father like daughter." I say with a small smile. "No, I haven't. I just…well I'm not sure how to tell my baby girl that her mother never wanted her and took the first chance she could get to give her up and leave. How do I say that without hurting my baby?" I say frustrated.

Will gives me an understanding look and sits next to me and pats my back in his fatherly way. "By the way thanks for picking her up today. I swear that girl gets more and more like me everyday. It's kinda scary." I say and Will laughs in agreement. "Hey you think she can spend the night at your and Emma's place tonight. I have something to take care of tonight." I ask the pounding in my chest slowing down. "Yeah sure any time. Emma's been asking for her and baby Maddie would love to see her cousin. I'll take her home with me when I finish getting my stuff together." He says and leaves me to head to his office.

A few minutes after he leaves my darling princess walks in with a can of Pepsi and a sheepish look on her face. "Is there something you need to tell me Ray?" I say using her nickname. "Umm…where did Uncle Will go?" She asks trying to avoid the conversation in typical Puckerman fashion. What can I say she learned from the best.

"Not now Ray, you need to be straight with me. Is this because of your mom?" I ask hating to see my little girl upset. "Fine." She huffs and sits on the floor Indian style. Her eyes so much like mine shining with unshed tears. She takes a deep breathe and bites her bottom lip. Something she does when she's upset. She looks so much like Quinn when she does that. "I guess. I mean…who does she think she is? She never calls and now she wants to see me. I'm not going daddy and I wont' let you make me either." She pouts like a petulant child crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm not going to make you baby girl. Just promise me no more slushie throwing. At least not for a while." I say knowing my daughter all to well. She gives me that signature Puck smirk and hugs me tightly. "It's not like she so didn't deserve it. She was making fun of people in wheelchairs and you know how much I adore Uncle Artie so I just had to teach her a lesson." She says slyly.

"Sure you did." I chuckle and kiss the top of her softly. "Come on let's get going. You're spending the night with Will and Emma. I have something I need to do tonight but I'll pick you up in the morning so we can talk to your principal." I say getting into dad mode. "Uhh..whatever." She huffs and rolls her eyes playfully. She grabs her backpack and coat and heads out the door. I follow close behind her when she stops suddenly.

She turns and narrows her eyes at me. God she really does look like her mother. "Does this thing your doing tonight have to with that pretty lady in the hallway?" She asks the wheels in her head turning. Now it's my turn to try and avoid this conversation. "Daddy?" She says sternly placing her tiny hand on her hip.

"Yes and don't ask any more questions." I say really not wanting to get into this with my twelve year old. She nods her head and continues walking towards Will's office. I give her a tight squeeze and kiss her forehead. I tell her to behave and do her homework. She gives me the typical pre-teen girl response of 'Eww...whatever daddy' and walks in Will's office. I give him the manly head nod and head for my truck.

I take an unnecessarily long shower when I get home just to clear my mind. The thought of being alone with Rachel in her house brings back all the memories I have of her. Especially the first time we had sex. Rachel and I had been together for a while and it was two weeks after Soraya was born. By then everyone knew about me being the father and not Finn. I was shocked when Rachel stood by my side even though she didn't talk to me for a whole month.

We reconciled seeing as we we're both crazy in love with each other. Finn on the other hand pretty much hated me and still hasn't spoken to me in all this time. The last time I heard he was living in Cleveland and married to a nice girl named Sarah. I couldn't blame him for hating me. Quinn was a total bitch about everything. She didn't want to keep Soraya but I didn't want to sign the adoption papers.

We shared custody for two years and Rachel was by my side through it all. Right before we graduated Quinn told me about applying for a job in LA and that she didn't want to take Soraya with her. So I manned up and took full custody when she left. That was a year after Rachel disappeared leaving me broken and alone.

I lean my head against the cool tile of the shower trying to keep myself from acting like a little bitch. Fuck I need to check and see if my balls are still there. Why do I let her affect me this way? Seeing her today brought back all those memories. Things I tried to forget. Like the ways she smells, or how soft her skin was, or the way her lips tasted sweet and creamy like milk and honey.

Shit, I'm getting hard just thinking about our first time together. It was her first and it was well worth the serious case of blue balls I had waiting for her to be ready.

May 2010….

"I missed you."Rachel says cuddling closer to me while we watch a movie in her room. "I missed you too. Fucking Quinn keeps giving me a hard time with visitation." I say holding her closer to me. Her soft curves pressed against me feel so good. "Don't worry…the two of you will work out a schedule soon. Soraya's only two weeks old. Things will get better. I'm sure that's what your lawyer told you." Rachel says running her tiny hand up and down my arm.

She always does that when she wants me to kiss her. I take that as my cue and pull her closer sucking her bottom lip between mine. She snakes her tiny arms around my neck deepening the kiss. I slip my tongue in her mouth groaning at how good she taste. She lies on her back bringing me on top of her.

I settle between her soft thighs while her poor excuse for a skirt hikes up higher on her legs. I take advantage of this and run my hand up her bare thigh. We continue to kiss and grope each other just like all the other times. I'm not expecting sex but each time it gets more and more difficult to stop.

After a few minutes I'm shirtless with my hand under her skirt rubbing her clit through her soft white panties which is about the time we stop. But she doesn't say anything so I start kissing her neck and along her collar bone. I'm so hard it's border-lining on painful. "Rach…if I don't stop now I don't think I'll be able to control myself much longer." I breathe in her ear.

She whimpers a little as I take my hand from under her skirt. "Noah…I...I...don't want you to stop." She says blushing slightly. I stare at her dumbfounded. "Are you sure? Rach we don't have to do this. I can wait." I say not wanting to feel like I'm pressuring her. She shakes her head softly.

"Noah I love you and you love me and that's all that really matters. We've been through so much these past few months and you have proven to me time and time again that you are worth giving my virginity to. You're the only one I want to share this with." She says the honesty shining through her eyes.

I kiss her as passionately as I can. We make fast work of the remainder of our clothes. The feel of her bare skin under my fingertips lights a fire in my lower belly. I kiss as much of her exposed skin I can reach when she takes my hard erection in her tiny hands and pumps me furiously. "Shit Rachel you keep doing that I won't last much longer." I groan trying to keep from finishing before we even get started.

She laughs softly her cheeks tinged a soft pink color. I kiss her again before reaching over to the small jewelry box on her nightstand. Her father Richard had given her a box of condoms not to long ago after catching us in a really intense make out session. He couldn't look me in the eye for a month after that. I couldn't blame him, catching his baby girl with her shirt off and my head in between her legs wasn't exactly the way a dad wants to see his daughter.

She takes the small foil package from my hands. "Let me do it. My dad made me practice on a banana." She says shyly and I roll on my back feeling oddly exposed and turned on at the same time. She tears the foil with her tiny fingers then gingerly rolls the condom on. She beams with pride and I can't help but chuckle. Her face falls a little but I smirk and say "Only you would be so proud at learning how to put a condom on properly." She slaps me softly on the shoulder before I grab her and pin her underneath me.

I settle between her welcoming thighs. She bites her lip and shuts her eyes bracing herself. "Look at me." I say wanting to be connected to her in every way possible. "If it hurts too much I'll stop, just tell me." I say feeling kind of guilty at hurting her. She nods her head I kiss her softly as I push myself inside her. She tenses up and I can see the tears standing in her eyes.

"Don't stop." She breathes and I continue till I'm completely inside her. "Fuck you feel so good." I moan a little. A single tear escapes her eyes and I kiss it away as I continue with my thrusts. It's slow at first but as the pain subsides she holds tighter to me moaning my name softly.

I pick up the pace loving how warm and tight she feels. I pull her leg higher up my hip and the change in the angle has her throwing her head back and gripping the sheets. I can feel the tightening in my lower belly and I know I won't last much longer. "Uhh…No...Ah!!" She screams and cums clenching down hard on my dick milking me for all I'm worth.

I collapse on her spent and happy. She holds me closer and kisses my shoulder. I brush the hair from her sweaty forehead and kiss her lips softly. She looks fucking amazing right not. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is sprawled out on the pillow and her lips are slightly swollen and tinged red.

"I'll be right back." I say and get up to discard the condom in her bathroom. I come back in the room and she's already curled up on her side with the sheet covering her bare body. I slide in next to her and pull her back flush with my chest. I throw my arm over her waist and bury my face in her hair breathing in her sweet scent. "I love you." I say barely above a whisper. I don't really say it aloud that much but I know she knows that I love her. "I love you too." She says just as softly and we both drift off wrapped up in one another.

Present….

I blast the water on ice cold trying to get rid of those thoughts of Rachel. When I'm feeling a little less tense I hop out the shower and grab my clothes. I toss on a pair of dark wash jeans and a white button up shirt left untucked and the sleeves pushed up to my elbows. I fix my hair a little bit, now that I lost the Mohawk it's a little less high maintenance. I spray on some cologne and grab my keys to my truck.

I drive slowly towards her house. I'm in no rush to relive all that pain. I park on the street and take a few deep breaths. I man up and head to the door. I ring the bell before I lose my nerve and take off. Just as I think about turning around the door flies open and Kurt Hummel is standing there with a slightly amused look on his face.

"My word…don't you clean up nicely." He purrs at me while gesturing for me to come in. I walk in and I can feel my chest tighten a little at being back here. "So how ya been Kurt?" I ask trying to ignore his not so subtle appraisal of my ass. "Absolutely fabulous. New York is amazing. You should definitely think about going one day." He says while gathering up his things.

"I've already been and it's not for me." I say darkly thinking about the time I went to find Rachel. It was a year and a half after she left and I saw here smiling and laughing with her new friends. I didn't let her know I was there because I saw first hand that she was happy without me. I came back to Lima more determined to get over her.

"Well maybe you next trip would fare better for you." Kurt says giving me a knowing smirk. "Yeah…maybe." I say not really wanting to dwell on that. "Rachel darling I'm leaving you to have your fun with this gorgeous hunk of man down here. I'll call you later. Love ya." He yells standing close to the stairs. "Ok Kurt, I'll see you tomorrow." Rachel says coming down the stairs.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of her. Dear lord is she trying to kill me?? She's standing there in a soft black sweater that's hanging off one shoulder and hugs tightly to her womanly shape. Her dark jeans look as though she was sown into them and to make me more uncomfortable in my jeans she has a pair of 6inch black knee high fuck me boots on. An image of her naked with only those boots on flash through my mind. Oh yeah I will definitely need some alone time in the shower tonight.

Her long dark curls are sweep to the side exposing her delicate neck making me want to place hot wet kisses there. Her eyes lined in black making them seem even bigger and her lips are shiny and pouty. I swallow hard and shift a little trying to keep the bulge in my pants unnoticeable.

Kurt kisses her on the cheek and flashes me a wide grin. "It was nice seeing you again Puck. Bye darling." Kurt says and dances out the front door. I take a deep breath and watch Rachel walk pass me swaying her hips suggestively. She looks over her shoulder at me with a wicked smile and I groan. "Aren't you coming in Noah? I don't bite." She says teasingly.

"Uhh…oh…yeah…right." I stammer not able to form a coherent thought. I follow her into the living room and know that this is going to be a long night.

A/N: Please Review. Next up Rachel's POV.