Doctor Noah Puckerman was in his office, rereading the medical reports of his patients, a habit that he had taken up ever since he first worked as a doctor. Some of his colleagues teased him about it, calling him a workaholic. Dr. Noah – or Puck to his friends – just laughed it off. But today, there was one certain patient that made him reread the files with more attention than he had used to do.

Rachel Berry. Seventeen years old, of Jewish descent. Height: 5'33, weight: 121 lbs. Supple, pouting breasts. Firm thighs. Beautiful Jewish face with a shapely nose and mesmerizing eyes. It was too bad that she had to be hospitalized for unprotected nasal intercourse. He would love to examine her nose, feel every curves, and taste the warm, pink walls of her nostrils with his own fingers.

At least he got her phone number, Facebook account, AND address.

Just as he was packing his papers and personal belongings, a ritual he always followed after his shift ended, there was a knock on the door.

Thinking that it was a nurse that wanted to subtly flirt with him (probably Mallory) or a cranky and slightly senile patient (good old Mrs. Lindton, always confusing the hours of the day), Puck bellowed at the door, feeling annoyed. He wanted to go home and entertain himself with the thought of Rachel Berry.

"Come in!"

When the door opened, he thought that he was sick - perhaps food poisoning, or fatigue. After all, it was impossible that his newfound goddess was standing in the door way. But she was real.

Rachel Berry, dressed in a blue hospital robe that failed to hide the beauty of her body's natural curves, walked in. She looked straight at Puck's eyes, which forgot how to blink and could only greedily take in the sight of her lustful gaze.

As she walked closer, Finn Hudson's hand swayed elegantly from her right nostril, not unlike a blade of grass in the autumn wind.

"Doctor? Am I bothering you?"

When he tried to speak, he just realized that his mouth had been widely open, and he blushed slightly. He arduously focused his mind on staying calm, trying to reassure him that she only wanted to see him in purely medical – and professional – matter.

"No, of course not, Ms. Berry. Although I must say that if you needed something, I assure you that the nurses would be more than happy to help you."

"I'm sure they would, Doctor. But this is something that only you can help."

Rachel took a chair and sat in front of him, bowing forward slightly. Her bosom could be partially seen from the loose neck of her robe. Puck felt that the front side of his trousers slowly became tighter.

"What could it be?"

"You know, it's kind of embarrassing."

"I heard that a lot. Just bare it all…I mean, you know, uh, whatever you are feeling in your crotch – uh, no. Damn. Sorry."

Puck hated himself and wanted nothing more than to go home and bury his face in his pillow.

Rachel put her hand on Puck's knee.

"No, I understand. I want you to take a look at my ears."

"Ears? I suggest you visit the ear, nose, and throat doctor, Miss Berry."

"You can call me Rachel. And it's killing me, Doctor. I think the otolaryngologist's out for the day anyway. Would you just take a look at it?"

Rachel smiled sweetly as she moved her hand back and forth, rubbing the doctor's thigh. Puck was close to erupting.

"Ahem. Very well then, Mis—I mean, Rachel. Please lie down."

Puck turned his face away, thankful for a moment to compose himself. He took his stethoscope and a small flashlight. For extra measure, he opened a small box on the corner of his desk and took out a small glass vial. He opened a new package of a disposable syringe, filled it with the blue liquid from the vial, and injected himself with a dose of tranquilizer used for general anesthesia.

Just in a few seconds, his mind cleared. He felt much more relaxed and he could even feel blood leaving his personal parts.

"Okay, let's take a loo—BLUH BLUH?!"

Rachel Berry indeed did as instructed, lying on her back on the check-up bed. But the blue robe she wore was crumpled on the floor. Rachel Berry was in her birthday suit, baring every inch of her lovely skin-colored body.

"I hope you don't mind, good Doctor. It was getting...hot in here," said Rachel as she scratched her inner thighs, "I'm in heat, like a cat wearing a coat in summer."

Puck's being was a statue of marble - well-sculpted, unmoving, and hard. His patient giggled, clearly amused by the unexpectedly adorable side.

"Doctor?"

The neurons passed the neuro-transmitters from one Noah Puckerman's sensory nerves into each other, passing the information his eyes and ears retrieved; yet, when they reached the brain, the information was left nearly unprocessed, out-vetoed by his wave of emotions.

Overloaded with information it couldn't process, the brain tried to secure more oxygen to help its work. And the heart obediently tried to pump more blood, bloating the arteries around the brain. The artery walls couldn't take it and ruptured, sending blood cells into the sensitive, slightly Jell-O-like cells.

Noah Puckerman fell onto his office's floor, dead.

Rachel sat over, slack-jawed.

"What the holy f****** f***?!" she said, her throat slightly sore from all the apostrophes.

She picked up her robe and put it on before poking Puck's dead-ass ass with the tip of her foot. Then she jumped on his face. There was no reaction at all.

Stepping off from the physician's face, Rachel knelt to take a better look at the corpse. Noah Puckerman was as beautiful in death as he was in life. The doctor's eyes and mouth were wide open in awe, blood coming out of his nose. His trademark toothbrush hair looking as prim as ever.

It was one of the hardest moral dilemma in Rachel Berry's life. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes. After careful pondering for more than half a minute, lust won over ethics.

Rachel was not used to be the dominant one. Sure, she and Finn had traded places more than once, but only when both of them were feeling adventurous. She had enjoyed it fine, but doing it with a lifeless body just gave it that little something extra to kick it up a notch.

She turned the head slightly so the late doctor's right ear would face her. She inspected it closely, something she had secretly always wanted to do. It was of a darker tone compared to Rachel's complexion; a delightful tan of bronze that made it look so strong and healthy, even in death. The arrangement of the folds was so beautiful and intricate, like a rare flower made out of man-meat and cartilage.

Rachel took a long sniff of the ear, both the front and the back sides. The musky smell of a man - still fresh without any decay nor rot - was intoxicating. The mixture of sweat, dirt, and lint that had accumulated felt electrifying to Rachel's nose. Even Finn's disembodied hand could not filter the odor.

After satisfied with the foreplay, Rachel stuck out her tongue and began to lick Puck's ear, starting from the outer topside. She licked along the length until the earlobe. Rachel used her mouth to nibble on it playfully. This was Finn's sensitive spot. But the cadaver somehow didn't respond at all.

Feeling challenged, she used her tongue to wet the soft flesh while she keeps nibbling. Then she upped it again, using her teeth to pleasure the lobe.

Rachel knew that it was illogical that she was upset at the lack of response. By this point, Finn usually would have moaned and called out her name. But the still-warm body of the doctor didn't even flinch. How dare he!, Rachel thought.

Now outright hurt, Rachel stuck her tongue into the ear hole without a warning. She moved her tongue with precise movements indicating her experience. She covered every inch of skin, even between the folds, in her high school girl saliva.

The taste of sweat and ear wax was even greater than the smell, making it hard for Rachel to concentrate. She moved her legs uncomfortably.

Still no reaction. If anything, the body had cooled down slightly. It was outrageous. She had thought that he had liked her. She had never been this ashamed, she felt that he had rejected her. She was not good enough.

Frowning, Rachel said to the deceased Puck.

"What's wrong with me? Am I not good enough? Do you want me to bite off your ear?"

She bit hard at Puck's ear. Nothing. Rachel continued on and on, the iron taste of blood filled her mouth as the ears began to be torn apart from his head. Finally, with a decisive snap, the ear was entirely cut off, leaving a bleeding hole.

"Ha! Haw d'you likh ith nowh, Dochtoh?" she said, her mouth full of Puck's ear - mostly intact, as she made sure to bite at where the ear was connected to the side of the head - and blood.

She punched Puck square in the face, breaking his nose. When he STILL didn't react, Rachel thought something was weird. Noticing that his eyes didn't even blink and, after carefully putting her pointer finger under his nose, that he wasn't breathing, Rachel noticed her mistake.

"Ooh yeah, he wash dhed," she spoke to no one in particular.

If anyone were seeing it, Rachel would have wanted to bury her head in the sand. But thankfully they were alone and nobody would have to know about this. First thing first, she must pry off the ear from her teeth, as it was uncomfortable and made it hard for her to speak.

She moved the ear a bit. She tried to pull it off, but it was stuck between her teeth. Risking pain, she pulled and twisted even harder, but it just wouldn't come off. After minutes of trying, it was, unmistakably, an impossible task.

"OH NOOOOOOO!"