Ryan Murphy owns the characters of Glee. They are SOOOOOOOOO fun! I wonder if I would be so in lust with Mark Salling if he played a different character…
Thanks for all the hits on the show and my one review!
Chapter 4
Puck swung his truck into Rachel's driveway, and jumped out. He was so excited he couldn't even pretend not to be. Things were working out sooooo well, and it looked like her dads had already left!
He went to the door and knocked. Rachel threw it open, and he gave her a quick kiss. He had to keep it casual for her, although his heart was already racing. His eyes swept her body, and he silently groaned. God those skirts were fuckin' awesome. He wondered if she was wearing a thong again…
"Hey, babe. Want me to say hi to your dads?" he asked, although he knew they were already gone.
"Oh, no. They went to a conference tonight. I think they're coming back tomorrow or Sunday."
Fuck, yeah. This was even better. Puck's mom had to work all night, and the brat was at a sleepover. He was home free.
"Good news. I have something in the truck for us."
"Okay. I hope you don't mind, I already picked up dinner. I just ordered you your usual."
" 'S all good. Babe, I'll be right back."
He grabbed a cool bottle of champagne, well sparkling wine, out of his truck and headed into the house with it.
"What's this for?" Rachel asked. He had to keep it sweet for her. Romantic even. He could do that. She would never know this was a gift from the "Cougar" collection of gifts. He'd once made the mistake of mentioning that a shirt was from a Cougar, and she had made him throw it away. It was an awesome shirt, and she had made him throw it away! So now, he never mentioned where stuff came from. Because, if she knew that this bottle came from cougar, it would do no good for his plan to seduce her. Neither would the second bottle in his truck.
"Babe, I just thought you and I should toast the hottest couple at McKinley. I got something else for later, but for the two of us, I wanted something… special."
Her smile sparkled all the way up to her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. A little too deeply. He gently moved her a little further away. He needed more time.
"Babe, let's eat. I'm fu… starving." He did try to clean up his language around her. He TRIED. Just like with his mother. It wasn't like he did it on purpose. It just was. That shit was hard.
They opened the bottle of champagne and Rachel poured it into two glasses. They toasted themselves. Puck was surprised to learn that Rachel had had champagne before and really liked it. He filed that information away for future need. He probably had more in the back of his closet. They ate dinner, and he kept toasting them so she would have to drink more. He didn't want her DRUNK, but he did want her to enjoy herself and relax a little. He figured the food would help.
They kept it casual until 8:30. Then she went upstairs to fix her makeup and change her clothes.
"You're not wearing that skirt? It's my favorite." Puck said.
She smiled again. Big. SCORE! "I didn't know you had a favorite skirt."
He smirked. "Course. Favorite panties too. You wore them the other day." He smirked again.
She didn't turn red, but she did turn to look at him on her way up the stairs. "We'll see if that changes, since you didn't even see them, and there might be others you prefer." She flashed a grin at him.
Instant hard-on.
When she came back 25 Fucking minutes later, her hair and make-up looked the same, but her outfit was SMOKIN'! She was still wearing the skirt, but her top was replaced with a tank top and a little half sweater thing that only emphasized her boobs.
"Babe! 'S fuckin' hot!" he told her.
"Thank you, Noah. Are you ready to leave?"
He tried not to laugh. What the fuck did she think he'd been doing? He finished his champagne. He had kept drinking while she was getting ready.
They walked to the door. "Do you think you're okay to drive?" she asked him.
" 'S good. I won't drink anything else if you want. I didn't even bring anything for me. I brought you a bottle of wine."
She smiled sweetly at him as they walked to his truck and hopped in. They were at Matt's house in 10 minutes. The party wasn't exactly in full swing, but they were definitely not early. He was briefly disappointed that he had missed out on what they considered "pre-game" activities with the guys before the party. Shots were soooooooooo fun.
They walked into the party and greeted their friends in the kitchen. While Rachel chatted with Tina, who was comfortably seated in Artie's lap, he quick texted his mom that he was staying at Matt's house tonight. She was not super strict, but she definitely would kill him if she ever caught him drinking and driving. Driving here didn't count, because he didn't have that much. But if she saw him post-party driving…
They enjoyed the music, and watched their friends do shots. He gave her some wine in a plastic cup and warned her not to drink too much too fast.
"Just sip it." He said to her. "I don't want you puking in my truck." He meant it, but he wasn't that worried about the puke. Rachel was already plenty relaxed from the champagne. He wondered if they should even bother with the party. She was standing between his legs, leaning up against him. He was rubbing her hips, and planting kisses up and down her neck.
"Hey." Finn called. He and Santana walked into the kitchen and proceeded to grab shot glasses.
He nodded at them and Rachel said hello. He watched Finn's eyes sweep over Rachel and pulled her in tighter. She said they were friends. Puck thought they were friends too, but he knew that didn't always matter. Rachel had followed him around like a puppy for almost a year, and they had dated for a few weeks. Who wouldn't love having someone be that into him? Finn would be, umm, really dumb, to not miss that. Plus, Rachel had changed. She had become totally hot. And now, she was his.
He glanced casually at Santana. He kept it casual so Rachel didn't notice. She did not get into that at all! She looked good. He was pretty sure that smile meant she'd gotten laid before the party. He'd seen that look on her face plenty of times. He looked at Finn who had a similar smile touching his lips. That was definitely pre-party hook up. Shit. Just didn't seem fair. Not that it was Santana… who cared about her. BUT, fucking Finn Hudson should not be getting it more than the Puckster. Shit wasn't right. Not right at all.
He turned Rachel into him for some deep kisses. He kept his hands roaming along her backside and felt cheek. Damn. She was definitely wearing a thong again. New underwear was definitely a sign. Even he knew that, and he wasn't usually around long enough for a chick to buy new underwear. He was hard now, and her hands were roaming his chest. She didn't even seem to care that they were in the middle of their friends right now. It didn't bother him, but she usually didn't like "public displays of affection". She never took into account that everyone around them was doing the same.
Mike and Matt came by offering shots. Puck declined with the words "D.D." They didn't push it. Finn and Santana both did shots. Then Finn decided it was time to do body shots. He licked the salt off Santana's chest as Puck noticed the horrified expression on Rachel's face.
"Let's go outside and get some fresh air." He said to her and led her outside. They were on the deck and looked out into the yard.
"Did it bother you to see him with her?" he asked her.
"Oh, no." she answered him honestly. "It wasn't that. I just… I never knew people really did that stuff."
He chuckled and pulled her into him closely. " 'S fucking hot. I mean it would be if it were us." He quickly corrected. He was not about to lose all the ground he'd made tonight.
They made out on the deck until he noticed her shivering. It was still March, and it wasn't warm enough to be outside for this long. He had been making good grounds with her though, so he didn't want to stop. She was totally wearing a new bra too. He couldn't see it, but he thought it probably matched her thong. It was much lacier than the others he'd gotten to. It made her boobs smash together more, and they seemed bigger.
"Rach, you're cold. Do you want to go back by the body shots or go back to your house?" he asked.
She seemed surprised. He never wanted to leave a party. He fucking loved parties. But tonight he needed to let her decide what to do. He'd learned it was important for the girl to think she'd made decisions. Even Quinn had owned up to that when they'd been busted after a drunken one-night.
"Let's go back to my house." She said to him. "I want to be alone with you."
Fuck yeah. He led them down the steps and to the front where they hopped into his truck. She didn't bother to ask if they should say goodbye. That was not something that was important to Noah.
As he waited for his truck to warm up, he ran his hands up and down her arms. He kissed her softly and waited for her to lean harder into him for more passionate kisses. Then he ran some kisses up and down her neck. She parked her hand on his thigh and rubbed up and down. This was going to be the longest 5 minute drive ever. Ever.
