Puck's mom told Rachel that Noah's dad would be home in about twenty minutes after dinner so Rachel said it would be no trouble to wait and meet him.
Puck invited Rachel upstairs until his father got home.
His room was rather typical. Crappy wallpaper that the boy who inhabited it had not bothered to take down was partially covered by posters for sports teams and heavy metal bands, clothes thrown haphazardly into a black wash sack and a bed, sloppily made with awful navy blue sheets were all commonplace in this room. Having no other place to do so, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Puck sat down beside her.
The two sat in silence.
Rachel felt his hand on her wrist and his breath on her neck as he leaned down towards her lips.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked, inching away from him.
"What does it look like?" he asked, giving her a playful shove. She landed with her back on the bed and put his hands on either side of her. He leaned down and kissed her and she didn't have the physical ability to protest.
She only let him kiss her for about 2 minutes before she muttered out, "No, Noah, stop!"
"What?" He said, leaning back to sit on his calves. She just stood up and walked out in to the hallway where she bumped into someone and knocked them to the floor.
"Rachel!?"
"Quinn!?"
