Glee's characters do not belong to me. They belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox.
Mark Salling is amazing! I don't know which is hotter: bad boy Puck or sweet Mark!
This chapter was added on Sept. 3.
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When Puck woke up the next morning he jumped in the shower quickly and was surprised to find Rachel out in the kitchen. He had brushed his teeth, so he leaned down to give her a kiss. Wisely, he had not worn a shirt, and she bit her lip when she noticed.
"Good morning!" he said.
She grumbled a good morning. She didn't look very good, and seemed tired.
'Good God, did the man have the best abs she'd ever seen or what?' she thought. She wanted to reach out and caress his "guns".
He smirked at her as he noticed her discomfort.
"What'sa matter, babe? Didn't you sleep well?" he asked her nonchalantly.
"Not really, Noah. I, uh, didn't sleep much at all."
"Frustrated?" he inquired. "I mean, about not sleeping?"
He tried to keep the grin off his face. She looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm making breakfast today. I made you a big breakfast so you won't be hungry when you check out these jobs today. I'm so excited and proud of you, Noah. You have changed so much."
He grinned at her. "Don't worry, babe. I only changed the things that needed changing for me to grow up. I'm still a badass."
"And a stud," she returned, grinning up at him.
They kissed a little, keeping the kisses pretty tame. He figured it was a little like stoking the fire. He wanted to keep the coals good and hot, but he didn't want it to explode, at least not yet. They ate breakfast and Puck left for his interviews.
Mike called him on his way.
"How's it goin', man?"
"Chang, I don't know why you even question it. I'm a stud, always have been. Rachel and I are good. We're exactly where I want us."
"That's awesome, Puck. She's a great girl, and I want her to be happy. Just don't fuck this up."
"Chang, I'm not the same 16 year-old kid who knocked up Quinn. I've been careful, and I've grown up. This is what I want too."
"That's good. I think you two will be really great together. Do you think it will bother Finn?"
"I don't think so, but I will give him a call later. He's happily married. I think he'll be fine with things."
They hung up, and he thought some more about Rachel. She was amazing. He hadn't told people because he didn't want them to think he was a fucking psycho, but he had wanted this for years. He knew he had had to finish school first. His program was long and difficult. Rachel had had to make a start in the theater. They had to both be in good places for this to work out.
Puck breezed through the interviews and mentally made a list of the pros and cons to each place. He couldn't explain it, but one of them really stood out to him, mostly because of the owner, Dave. Dave was an older guy and was really laid back. He seemed like he'd be so easy to work with. That was the place that he wanted to stick with, but he didn't want to commit until he'd thought about it for a few hours. One thing Puck had learned from his screw ups in his youth was that he needed to be less impulsive.
On the way back to Rachel's, he stopped to pick up some flowers and champagne for her. He went into her empty apartment and made himself at home. Her note said she had gone shopping. He hoped she wasn't buying another "Richard". He smirked at the thought.
He watched a little TV and made a few phone calls. One of them was to Finn, who seemed surprised that he was basically asking permission to date his former girlfriend from high school.
"Puck, that was a long time ago. Cindy and I are happy together. In fact, SHE'S PREGNANT! I'm gonna be a dad!"
"Congratulations, man!" Puck told him. That was something they had both always wanted, to be dads.
They chatted some more for a while, and he hung up. Then he called his mom just to tell her about his job offers. She knew he was staying with Rachel, but he wanted to keep it low-key. He and Rachel had dated for a week in high school, and his mom had never gotten over her. Puck loved his mom, but he did not appreciate her Jewish mother harping. He had to keep things simple until he and Rachel were seriously together. His mother would never let up about the wedding.
Rachel returned and he got up to greet her and give her the flowers. She kissed him and thanked him for the flowers, but she seemed nervous. Puck used his excellent observation skills to note a Victoria's Secret bag in the middle of her many purchases. Slam! It was going to be out of the ball park tonight. She was planning it, and he was not going to deny her.
"Babe, I'm going to go for a run and then jump in the shower for tonight. Do you want to start getting ready?"
He took his shirt off again to give her a flash of skin. He knew it was appreciated when she licked her lips. Puck was not stupid. All the women he'd ever known had appreciated his upper body. Many had appreciated his lower body too, but… not for now.
She took a shower and started getting ready while he was out running. Again, he found himself smiling as he ran. People were going to seriously think he was a psycho. He had plans for tonight, big plans. When he got back, she was in her room. He hollered to her that he was back, and he was going to jump in the shower. She just mumbled something he couldn't quite hear.
Almost a freaking hour later, she was ready. Seriously, what did she DO?
"You look beautiful," he told her honestly. He wasn't sure he'd ever given that compliment before. He had told his mom and sister they'd looked cute or pretty for special occasions, but mostly girls were hot, sexy, or good. He liked to keep it simple.
She chose the restaurant since she was the native of the city. He loved the place, and they had a fun, relaxing dinner. He told her what he thought about his job offers, and that he would probably take the one that had a good vibe although it was a few grand less. She commended him for his choice. He ordered a big dessert for them, and made her eat her share.
They were having a great time, and they both knew it. They left the restaurant holding hands and walking slowly. Puck kept pulling her into his arms to kiss her, and they stopped to watch several street musicians and donated generously. When they got back to the apartment, Puck pulled out a bottle of champagne he'd left in the fridge. She got two glasses, and they sat on the couch listening to some music, sipping their champagne and talking quietly. When they stopped talking, they both knew they were ready for more.
Puck pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently. She pressed against him and pushed her tongue into his mouth aggressively. She felt urgent and let her hands roam his body. They were getting feverish, and she was about to suggest that they take it to her room, when there was an urgent pounding on the door.
"Rachel!" the girl on the other side of the door shouted. "Rachel, I need to talk to you!"
Rachel jumped up and threw the door open. It was a hysterical Becky who was a mess.
"What's wrong? What happened?" She hugged her.
"It's Ken. I found him in bed with another woman!" Becky wailed.
Rachel shot Puck a dirty look. Why did girls do that? One guy screwed up, and they blamed the whole lot of them!
Rachel moved Becky into the living room and introduced her to Puck.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were on a date. I'll come back later," sniffled Becky.
That sounded fucking perfect to Puck, but he knew that wasn't how chicks worked. They would need a whole night of replaying every fucking thing that went wrong in the relationship. This meant he was seriously not getting laid tonight.
"I'll just go hook up with Chang, and give you girls some time alone."
Rachel gave him an appreciative look and walked him to the door.
"I'm so sorry, Noah. I wanted something else for tonight, but it looks like our plans have taken a serious detour. Rain check?"
"Definitely," he answered and swooped down for a long, lingering kiss. She was flushed when he left, and he wanted her to feel it as much as he did. He called Chang and caught the subway to meet Mike and his friends downtown at a bar.
Late that night, a very drunk Puck stumbled into the apartment. He could see Becky on the couch, and he made his way to the guest bedroom. When he turned on the light, he saw a sleeping Rachel in his bed. Shit. He quickly shut the light off, but it was too late. She rolled over sleepily, and whispered "Noah."
Instant hard-on. Seriously, her whispering his name like that made him hot for her like that. It made him think of the way he had planned for her to whisper his name and later shout it. Shit. Now he wished he hadn't had so much to drink.
He slid his clothes off and climbed into bed next to her and kissed her forehead. He still had boxers on, and she was wearing a comfy shirt and boxers herself, so he was pretty sure she was just planning on sleeping, but… he wasn't going to turn her down.
"Noah, I just wanted to feel you next to me tonight. Becky's still a mess, and I don't want her to hear us, but… I needed to feel you as I slept tonight. I had such a great time earlier, and I had wanted… a different ending to our night."
" 'Sokay, babe. I get it. A friend needed you. I get it. We'll just have another date."
She arched her body against his and he curled his arm under her pillow. Damn, he wasn't going to sleep a wink with that tight little ass nestled all up in his junk. He stroked her sides gently, letting his hand brush up on a breast now and then. She was amazing. She felt so good in his arms. He couldn't fucking sleep, but it was still hot as hell.
Eventually, he did sleep. When he woke up, however, he was as hard as he'd been the night before. They had rolled to a position where he was on his back with her curled into his side, but her hand was right on his lower stomach, and his dick was acting like her hand was a fucking magnet. It stretched and pointed at her hand, trying to reach it. He reached down and readjusted a little, but it wasn't cooperative. He gently grabbed her hand and moved it away.
"MMMMM… baby. I love waking up with you!"
She pressed kisses along his chest, and ran her lips up to his for a quick, no inhale, morning breath, kiss.
"I've got to go check on Becky."
He heard them out in the kitchen while he waited for his hard on to go away. When it didn't, he snuck into the shower without greeting her friend, so he could take care of it. He felt much better when he was dressed and went out into the kitchen.
Becky was gone, but Rachel informed him that she pretty much had to spend the day with her, so she wouldn't see him until tonight, when they were all going to meet with a group of people including Mike and his friends if they weren't busy. He tried not to show his disappointment, but it must have flashed across his face because she hurried to explain.
"I'm sorry, Noah, but we have to make sure Becky's not alone. This was the only way I could think of that I could see both of you. Plus, if she's having a good time, we might be able to enjoy each other's company more."
Hmmmm. Basically, Rachel was telling him in girl-speak that if her friend was able to hook up tonight, then they could finish their "date" tonight. It was hard to tell what the girl looked like last night with the puffy eyes and no makeup thing, but she didn't seem fat or hideous. If they went to the right bar, it might just work.
He kissed Rachel and pulled her in for a hug. He had to call the places he'd interviewed with yesterday to let them know what he'd decided. He was excited. Rachel headed into the shower, and he contacted the job offers. Dave was very genial which made him feel even more stoked about the job. When Rachel got out of the shower he told her he was going to head down there, and come back for a nap before they went out tonight.
"You didn't sleep well?" she asked innocently. "I slept better than ever."
He laughed and pulled her in for a kiss. "You know I didn't sleep at all. You had to feel how hard I was all freakin' night!"
She laughed and said, "Oh, is that what that was? I hardly noticed."
He kissed her again. He remembered what she'd told him all those years ago, plus he was pretty confident of what he had. He knew that he was not to be overlooked.
She took off to meet her friend for a spa day. He took care of things for his new job and enjoyed meeting the staff. They gave him two weeks to get moved and acclimated before he'd start. Moving? That was a whole new thing to think about it. He should probably find a place. He couldn't exactly stay with Rachel forever. His brow furrowed as he thought about his options. He didn't like them. He didn't think he could afford to live very close to her, and he didn't want to live far away from her.
When he returned to her apartment he took a quick nap. He slept a little, but it was still fitful as he wrestled with what to do about moving. When he woke up he went for a run and jumped in the shower. His muscles ached a little, but the warm water felt good. He stepped out of the shower and dressed quickly in jeans and a black shirt.
He texted Chang and told him the plan was to get Rachel's friend Becky laid tonight.
Puck: Becky needs to get laid 2nite. Bring horny friends who need it & pick bar with most possible action.
Chang: No prob. Lotsa guys wanna tap that.
So Becky definitely was at her worst last night. Good to know. This night was starting to look better and better.
Puck: See you at 9.
Rachel returned home and got ready for going out. Again, she disappeared for about an hour and a half. He didn't get it because Rachel was definitely what you'd call a natural beauty. She was cute when she woke up in the morning.
When she (finally!) came out into the living room though, Puck had to admit that she was incredible looking!
"Damn, Berry," he said, slipping into an old habit. "You're smokin' hot tonight! I'm gonna need a stick to beat off all the other guys."
She smiled. "This night's about Becky. Thanks, though. Let's go. We're going to meet for drinks down the block first."
She grabbed his hand, and they met at a cute little bar down the way a little. When Becky walked in, he almost did a double-take. She was a freakin' Quinn Fabray lookalike!
They chatted and drank casually. Puck tried to be respectful of Becky and not send "couple" messages to her, but under the bar, he kept rubbing Rachel's thighs. Then he ordered the girls a couple of shots of Schnapps. He knew girls liked sweet shots.
"Don't drink too much tonight, babe." He whispered against Rachel's ear. The last thing he wanted was to have her puking all night and him babysitting.
"I won't," she answered and flashed him a smile.
When Becky slipped off to the bathroom, (by herself, which was a first as far as Puck was concerned) he started kissing Rachel's neck and nuzzling her while he whispered about their alone time later. He wanted her to think about it. He wanted her to plan on it. He wanted her to know it was going to happen.
They separated when Becky returned and ordered an appetizer. The girls had eaten a late lunch, and he had picked up a sub after his run. After a few hours, Mike and his friends joined them. Mike brought some guys and a few girls too. It appeared that they all knew each other except him. He didn't know if that was good or bad. Becky might need someone completely new for a hook up.
At ten they headed to a club. Puck looked around and knew that Mike had chosen wisely. Every girl in this place was looking to get laid. He'd seen the look often enough to recognize it. Plus, they were putting out feelers everywhere. He didn't dare make eye contact with anyone. He just watched Rachel. When one of Mike's friends asked Rachel to dance, he stepped between them.
"Nobody's dancing with my girl tonight 'cept me!" he said gruffly. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her onto the dance floor.
She giggled. "Nice caveman thing you've got going, Noah."
"What? 'S not like we've been together long, and I haven't danced with you yet at all. Nobody gets to dance with you unless I do."
They danced a few dances and went back to their table. Becky appeared to be quite sloshed and one of Chang's friends was definitely interested.
"What do you say, babe? Can we sneak off now?" he said quietly to Rachel.
"Hmmm… let me see. Let's stick around for a little while longer just to be sure."
Inside, he groaned, but he didn't really mind staying, especially when he noticed Rachel switched to water to drink. He kept rubbing his hands up and down her sides and pulling her onto his lap.
Finally, Chang leaned over and said to them, "Good lord, get a room, would ya? I'm happy for ya and all, but get out of here."
Rachel looked down the table at Becky. She was grinning up at Mike's friend, Derek.
"We got this, Rachel. She's good." Mike told her.
Rachel went down to say goodbye to Becky, and they took off for her place. It was the longest fucking cab ride of his life. She'd tried to suggest they walk, but there was no way in hell he was spending 20 minutes doing that. In the back of the cab, they made out like teenagers. He could care less what the driver thought, although he knew she was a little embarrassed. He did give the driver an extra-generous tip though.
When they got back to the apartment, it was that awkward thing where they didn't know if it was okay to just head straight to the bedroom or not. She looked at him and asked if he wanted anything to drink.
"Grab a couple of waters," he told her.
She looked a little disappointed.
"Don't worry," he insisted. "They're just to make sure we don't get dehydrated."
With that, he pulled her into his arms bridal style and carried her down to her room. She was laughing.
"And people think I'm the dramatic one." She laughed at him.
"He threw her down on her bed and kissed her passionately. He pulled her into his arms and started expertly disrobing her. She was in her bra and underwear in minutes.
"Nice stuff, Berry. New?" He gestured to her sexy red bra and thong set.
"Shopping trips this week. I'm usually a little more practical."
He used his hands to caress her whole body and carefully removed the last of her clothing. He kissed her breasts and worked his way down between her legs.
Using his tongue he swirled it over her clit and listened to her cry of satisfaction. He thrust his tongue into her and switched to use his tongue on her clit and put a finger inside her wetness. Her inner muscles naturally clenched his finger tightly. She had started grinding down on his hand, and he pressed the rough patch on the backside of her clit. He flicked his tongue on her quickly and rotated his finger until her pants reached a crescendo and she came down from her high. He went back up to kiss her again.
She was taking in big gulps of air, and started removing his clothing. She ran her hands over the muscles in his chest and back over to his arms. When she got frustrated while trying to remove his pants, he helped her out and slid them off quickly and removed his boxers and socks as well. When she reached between them to feel his length, he wasn't sure which of them groaned louder.
"You're HUGE, Noah."
"Babe, you didn't remember that?" He smiled. A guy could never fucking hear that enough.
"I did, but I thought that my memories had "enlargened" you as I was quite inexperienced at the time."
"Yeah, I totally took your V-card." He grinned at her.
"I practically had to beg you," she accused.
"Wasn't 'cuz I didn't want you, it was just that I didn't want to lose you over it. I ALWAYS wanted you." And THAT was something a girl could never freaking hear enough. She grabbed a condom out of her drawer and handed it to him so he could put it on.
She pulled him on top of her, and he thrust into her. She was still so tight. She was so wet and tight and hot, and he wasn't sure he would be able to last long. She twisted, and he had to bite back a shout as he almost came right then.
"Stop, babe. Stop. I need a minute." He tried to think about anything but her and it was nearly impossible. He finally started singing in his mind some stupid song from Glee that he had sung with Mr. Schue once.
When he got himself a little under control they started a rhythm, and he put his finger on her clit to get her under the spell again.
"Don't worry about it, Noah. I never do… during." She panted out.
What the fuck? Yes, she did. He remembered that shit.
"What do you mean? Of course you do." He pressed his finger to her clit and put pressure there.
"Oh, my, God, Noah, Noah, Noah!" she chanted as she exploded with him inside her. He let go right after that and whispered her name in her ear.
After he'd taken care of the condom and cleaned up, he pulled her to him.
"So, Berry, are you telling me you never came with any other guy during the act?"
She turned away from him. "Well, no, I guess I didn't . I mean I did sometimes before or after, but it never seemed to work during."
Now that shit was hot. He grinned from ear to ear.
"I'm the man. I'm a goddamn stud to the nth degree. The Puckster has this shit, Berry."
"Well," she grumbled. "It could have been a fluke."
So he proved to her another 2 times that night that it was definitely not a fluke, and he was definitely down with this.