AN: Shorter chapter this time. Just filling in the day really. Let me know if you see any spelling mistakes etc I've read over it again and again but my eyes seem to skip mistakes all the time.

Disclaimer: Yeah don't own Glee.

7 Nights of Rachel Berry

Tuesday

Puck woke up the next morning with a killer hangover and thought about calling in sick until he remembered that Burt was with Carole visiting Finn which meant he had to go to work. This was a load of bullshit and his hangover felt like someone was throwing tennis balls around inside his head. Puck knew this was all Rachel's fault; so he wasn't feeling too pleasant when he swung open the door to his room to find Rachel face down on his bed still wearing her clothes from the night before sleeping blissfully because she didn't have to go to work.

"Berry you need to get your fat ass out of the house and get some sun," Puck growled at her feeling a little better now that he had insulted her since it was her fault that he was hung over.

Okay he knew that was pretty fucking mean because she didn't exactly force him to shot Bacardi 151's with Mike and Matt but still; he was hung over and she was the perfect scapegoat because she was like, you know, there. Besides, Rachel had built up immunity to his insults and a lot of the time, well back when he knew her anyway, she could hold her own in a slinging match. He taught her well after all.

"How dare you? My bottom is perfectly shaped," Rachel's muffled voice came from the bed and Puck chuckled having anticipated that exact response. It was kind of surprising that after all this time he still knew her. Rachel turned over onto her back lazily and rubbed her eyes. Puck's eyes went to the sliver of stomach showing because her shirt had ridden up a little and felt a familiar tingle in his pans. Ahh morning wood. Fuck how could just that little bit of skin get him so hard so easily? That was just some fucked up shit. Rachel didn't notice his preoccupation as she continued while yawning, "And I can't go out anywhere, people will recognise me. This is a small town and even though no one used to know who I was they all do now and getting recognised is exactly what I don't want to happen."

Puck couldn't be fucked arguing with her. If she wanted to stay inside that was her business. He needed a shower ASAP because there was something going down in his pants that needed to be taken care of.

"Fine stay here then, I'm going to work," Puck muttered stumbling to the bathroom for a shower.

Ten minutes later with the tension in his pants freshly released he was heading for the front door and found Rachel standing there still in her pyjamas with her hair a mess holding a brown paper bag.

"I packed you a lunch," Rachel explained when he raised an eyebrow and Puck was kind of touched that she had woken up just to make him lunch. He supposed that he could forgive her for making him have a hangover.

"Thanks Rachel," he said grabbing the bag and; on a whim; he leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek. He noticed how her breath caught and pulled away from her smirking. The Puckerone still had it.

"You're welcome Noah," Rachel said softly and Puck waved to her as he got into his truck and drove off trying to ignore how much he enjoyed the sight of her standing in his doorway waving him off to work.

It was only when he was driving did he remember that she had kissed him last night and he hadn't even asked her what all that was about. Not that she would give him a straight answer. He felt like he was seventeen again for a moment, driving to Rachel's house after one of their infamous 'kisses that never happened'. Every time it 'didn't' happen Puck would drive over to her house to ask her what it meant then she would distract him with cookies and her incessant talking until he forgot why he went over there in the first place.

That was Rachel Berry for you.

Puck was hard at work when the door to the workshop opened and a guy wearing a hat and trench coat entered. Puck wiped his grease smeared hands onto his shorts and stood up narrowing his eyes suspiciously. He couldn't get a look at the dude's face and so was immediately on guard.

"Noah Puckerman?"

"Who's asking?" Puck asked giving a bit of a 'what's up' head nod and the visitor pulled off his hat to reveal an outrageous, kind of orange coloured afro that Puck knew instantly. Jacob Ben Fucking Israel. The kid looked exactly the same as he did in high school.

"Jacob Ben Israel, I'm on the search for the whereabouts of Rachel Berry. As you may or may not know Rachel was..."

"Supposed to marry Jesse St James but didn't turn up, yeah I read about it," Puck interrupted him folding his arms across his chest and Jacob Ben Israel gave a small smile.

"On my blog?" he asked hopefully and Puck just glared at him until the smile disappeared.

"What's your point?" Puck prompted the dork, trying to convey that he was bored with the conversation.

Puck knew the last thing Rachel needed was Jacob Ben Israel following her around Lima so he decided to make it his mission to get rid of him and if that came with making Jacob Ben Israel piss his pants so be it. Puck needed a good laugh anyway.

"Sources say she boarded a plane to Dayton which could only mean she has returned here to Lima," Jacob continued pushing his glasses further up his nose as he inspected his notebook while also shoving a tape recorder into Puck's face, "I've checked her old house but she isn't there. Of her friends who still live here I deduced you would be the first one she would go to."

Puck grinned. This was going to be way too easy.

"Listen up you creepy little fuckstain, I don't know where Rachel is, and even if I did I wouldn't tell you," Puck glowered at Jacob who seemed to visibly shrink back and Puck grinned wickedly, "Now get that recorder out of my face before I shove it up your ass."

Puck was proud of himself. That should send the little fucker running out of here with his tail between his legs. Puck flexed his guns proudly and Jacob took a step away from him but didn't leave.

"Seems like you are a little too defensive, you know where she is don't you?" Jacob persisted his voice shaking and Puck raised an eyebrow. So Jacob Ben Israel got a spine since high school? Well Puck wouldn't stand for that. Puck took a step towards the guy and grabbed him by the front of his shirt pulling him close so that Puck was staring him down.

"Print that shit anywhere and I will hunt you down, and don't think you will be able to hide because I am a fucking ninja. When I find you; and I will find you I promise you that, you are going to wish that you and that ridiculous afro were never born," Puck threatened him slowly to make sure Jewfro got the point and he smirked when he realised that Jacob was actually shaking in fear. Puck released him and pushed him towards the door with an extra warning, "Leave Rachel alone."

Jacob Ben Israel practically ran out of the garage and Puck gave a laugh. That shit was too easy but it sure was fun.

'Noah, you know violence is never the answer,' Puck's inner voice; which sounded freakishly like Rachel, said with disapproval and Puck nearly jumped out of his skin when he realised it actually was Rachel who spoke since she was standing in his workshop. She was wearing oversized sunglasses and a blonde wig that reached her shoulders with bangs that covered her dark eyebrows. She did not look too bad as a blonde but Puck still preferred her natural colour. Even with the sunglasses on he knew she was giving him 'the look' for scaring Jacob.

"Fuck me dead Caroline, you scared the shit out of me," Puck cursed loudly, making sure to use her code name in case Jacob Ben Creeper was still hanging around. Rachel cocked her head to one said smiling.

"Noah Puckerman admitting he was scared?"

Puck rolled his eyes and grabbed her by the arm leading her into Burt's cramped office.

"Yeah fuck you too, is this the thanks I get for covering your ass?" he asked her once the door was securely shut and Rachel pulled off her glasses and grinned at him.

"What kind of thanks would you like?" she challenged him and Puck waggled his eyebrows at her.

"You know," he joked back, though he wasn't really joking and it was as if someone doused them both in cold water because they both realised that he had her wedged between him and Burt's desk.

Fuck if he didn't think about swiping Burt's desk clean and laying Rachel down on it but he managed to just laugh and give her room. Rachel blinked rapidly then blushed.

"Brittany is coming to pick me up, I just wanted to let you know that I am getting my fat ass out of the house," Rachel told him dryly using his words from this morning and Puck laughed gruffly.

"Knock that off Berry you know your butt is fucking sexy," Puck told her easily and Rachel looked up at him with her wide brown eyes.

"Noah..." Rachel's voice was soft as she said his name and Puck looked over at her, the tone of her voice making him curious. Unfortunately Brittany took that moment to come bumbling into the workshop and they could hear her calling out to them and then the sound of something falling. Rachel quickly put her sunglasses back on.

"Get her out of here before she destroys something," Puck said pushing Rachel in front of him out of the office and Rachel laughed when Puck swatted her on the backside, "Go out and have fun."

"Puck who is that? What will Rachel say?" Brittany gasped; horrified to see Puck with an 'unknown' blonde and Puck rolled his eyes.

"Brittany, remember Caroline from last night?" Puck said to her and Rachel lifted her glasses to wink at Brittany who, for once, understood completely and she linked her arm through Rachel's and gave Puck an exaggerated wink.

"Have fun ladies," Puck waved them off and Brittany dragged Rachel out of the garage. Puck watched them both go before shaking his head and getting back to work.

Puck was surprised at how nice it felt coming home to Rachel. Then he mentally smashed himself in the vagina for thinking like a fucking girl. But there was Rachel with dinner ready for him when he got home; he just wasn't expecting the extra company sitting at the dining table devouring the food Rachel had made for him. Though he probably should have realised that if there was free food on offer his two best friends would be there with Brittany in tow.

"Do you fuckers not have homes of your own?" Puck asked them gruffly and Rachel gave him a disapproving look, probably for being so rude or for excessive swearing but Puck didn't care. He was territorial and that was his fucking food those bastards were eating. Mike looked up at Puck chewing on his roast chicken leg.

"Take pity on us dude, you know Britt can't cook," Mike kind of whispered but it was such a small room that everyone heard him loud and clear. Rachel's glare moved on to Mike who cowered away from her and continued gnawing while Brittany just laughed.

"It's true, remember that time I set the kitchen on fire?"

Puck had to laugh. He did remember and it was freaking hilarious. They had invited him to dinner for once and Matt and Mike had left Brittany in charge of cooking the rice. They don't know how she did it but one second everything was normal, and the next Brittany was shrieking and the stove was on fire. It was like a scene from a movie because Matt had run into the kitchen brandishing a fire extinguisher and he had pressed the handle only to discover it was one of those joke ones that sprayed coloured streamers that Brittany had bought on eBay because she thought it would be funny. The boys ended up taking all their shirts off and batting the flames with them while yelling at Brittany to call for the fire department to which she asked, "What's the number for 911?".

Puck hadn't known whether to laugh or scream and had settled for laughing as Matt and Mike doused water over everything. After they managed to put the fire out they had all sat in the destroyed kitchen covered in smoke and solemnly made a pact that Brittany was no longer allowed to cook, ever. Puck had no idea how the girl had a job, whoever put scissors in that girl's hand and set her on someone's hair was insane and just asking for a law suit.

"Let's all just have a nice dinner together," Rachel ended all conversation with her no nonsense voice and the five of them sat down at the table obediently to eat.

Dinner didn't end up being too bad at all despite the extra unwanted company. Matt, Mike and Brittany hung around for a while watching a movie with them before the three stooges left leaving Puck and Rachel lazing on the couch together; alone. Puck didn't know how they had gotten to this position but he was lying back on the couch and Rachel's legs were across his lap and she hadn't said anything about his hands resting on her thighs. It felt kind of nice, but also kind of weird.

"Remember Prom?" Rachel asked him out of the blue and Puck smiled fondly.

"Yeah I remember."

He had been her date. After Prom they had driven around in his truck until they stopped at the lake and then they had laid in the bed of his truck staring up at the stars. Somehow they had ended up in a tangled mess of limbs and hungry kisses and they completed the Prom cliché right there in the back of his pickup truck. For Rachel it had been the most romantic night of her life and it had been everything she had dreamed of. For Puck, well...Rachel was his unofficial girl and he had wanted her for so long and suddenly he had her beneath him, on top of him; seriously the things that girl could do, she deserved some sort of award, Puck still had wet dreams about that night.

That was the start, the start of their...relationship? No that wasn't the right word. But friends with benefits wasn't exactly right either because that meant there were no strings attached but Puck and Rachel definitely had strings attached. They had basically been dating without the title since the beginning of Senior Year. Puck didn't date anyone else, fuck he hadn't looked at another chick since the night of Santana's after Sectional's party and neither did Rachel. They had spent all their time together after school and on weekends so when their casual kissing became casual sexing after Prom neither had really brought up the issue. Puck had actually been kind of worried that bringing it up would scare her off; turns out his fear had been valid but that was a whole other story that he refused to think about. Hindsight was a bitch though.

"Prom is one of my favourite memories of high school," Rachel told him after a few moments and Puck smiled looking over at her.

"Mine too Berry," he assured her winking and Rachel nudged him with her foot which he tickled in response initiating a tickle fight that he inevitably lost because Rachel had tiny little midget hands that could get to places he couldn't defend against. Eventually when he conceded defeat (with Rachel straddling his waist he might add. He may have resisted giving in just that little bit longer because he liked having her legs around him but fuck he didn't know any guy who wouldn't take advantage of the situation like he did except for Hummel of course) they both settled back into the couch and Rachel grabbed his arm and placed it around her shoulders snuggling into his side without saying a word. They continued to watch late night TV in relative silence.

Later that night he carried a sleeping Rachel to his bed and when he had deposited her down he stood there staring down at her. Fuck. It had only been two days and Rachel had turned him into some creepy fucker who stared at chicks while they slept. Puck shook off the feeling that he was pathetic and headed to his sisters room mentally cursing the girl in his bed for getting under his skin once again.

Fucking Rachel Berry.

AN: Next chapter, Kurt blows in to town looking for Rachel.

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