She kissed him.

Well, Puck wouldn't really call it a kiss. She just brushed her lips against his. But he'll take whatever she gives him.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he smiled wryly.

Rachel nodded. "This is most unexpected, Noah. Do you know how long I forced myself that you will not see me as anything other than a friend?"

Puck arched an eyebrow. "Don't you remember all those times we made out? You can't tell me that was nothing. Because I know that that was not nothing for you."

"You're right. It was something for me. But I certainly know that it wasn't that significant for you."

"If I was doing it with some other chick, sure, it wouldn't be 'significant'. But with you..." he shook his head.

Rachel stood up on tiptoes and pressed her lips against his.

This time Puck immediately responded.

He pushed her to the wall and put both his hands on both sides of her head, trapping her. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Rachel put her arms around his neck and smiled against his lips.

Both of them were breathing rather heavily now. Puck closed the distance between them and put his hands on her hips. Rachel made a strangled sound from the back of her throat, which made Puck tighten his hold on her hips.

He began guiding her to the bed but Rachel resisted.

"Not tonight." She whispered in his ear.

Puck just shrugged and continued kissing her. He couldn't care less. All he could think about is that he finally had Rachel. 'This couldn't get any better.' He thought.

"I love you, Noah." Rachel gasped.

Scratch that. Just got better. Puck froze and stared at her.

"Really?"

Rachel looked down, embarrassed. "I just realized it. But," she nodded. "It's true. Is that all right?"

Puck caught her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. "All right? You're seriously asking me if that's all right? It's fuckin' perfect, babe!"

Puck pulled her in for another kiss.

But then her phone started ringing.

She fumbled to look for it.

"Ignore it." Puck murmured against her skin.

But a few minutes later, her phone rang again.

Puck groaned and stopped kissing Rachel. He glared at the phone and said, "Fuck. Can I throw that out the window? Seriously, it's killing the mood."

Rachel laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. "Noah." She chastised lightly.

She went to her bedside table and checked her phone. She frowned and looked at Puck with her big brown eyes.

"What is it?"

"It's Finn."