I do not own Glee. And a few other things in this chapter, but I don't want to give them away :)
Santana looks over at Puck and sees his phone laying on the towel near his thigh. She leans across Finn and snatches it, throwing it into her purse. "What are you doing?" Finn stares at her with wide eyes.
"I don't want them to know about this. Not yet. Rachel will freak out about feelings and shit."
"They have to talk about it sooner or later San. Rachel will walk around and there will probably be paparazzi following her now. Girls will stare. Well glare." Mike adds in which makes Santana look at him. "We have experience with this type of thing." He shrugs.
"Rachel, are you sure this is all we need to make a sandcastle?" Brittany and Rachel walk up, both staring down into a little bag filled with various bucket sizes and shapes with little plastic shovels.
"Well it is a sandcastle building kit. So I think so. Maybe Mike will know."
Santana freezes and stares at Rachel. She holds out her hand. "Rach, phone."
"What?" She stares at her friends hand. "Why do you need my phone?"
"This is our vacation, you don't need to be carrying that thing around." She moves her fingers around until Rachel drops the device into her palm, glaring.
"I brought it with me in case something should happen to us Santana."
Mike grabs the bag out of Brittany's and Rachel's hands. "C'mon Britt, I'll help you with the castle. You coming Rach?"
"Yeah, just one minute." She smiles at them then glares back at Santana then looks to Puck who looks like he's asleep. She walks away towards Mike and Brittany.
"Shit." Finn looks down at his phone that started ringing then to Santana's bag that has Puck's phone ringing in it.
"What?"
"Puck's publicist is calling me. I don't even know who could be calling his phone." Finn gets up and walks a few feet away, him rubbing the back of his head.
She watches Finn, hearing a few words every now and then. "Well how are you going to clean this up?...No, I don't know what they are yet, but we're all friends…" He hangs up on whoever he is talking to and sits back down in the sand in front of Santana. "Apparently some gossip magazines are getting pictures of them separately, then the ones from here to put out tomorrow. So if they're going to figure out what this is, tonight may be the only time to do it. Because when we go back to LA tomorrow, I don't know what's going to happen."
"But isn't his publicist supposed to stop shit like this from happening?"
"Yeah, but since it's a gossip magazine there's not much they can do. They print lies and a whole bunch of other stupid shit. With Puck, they love to put up stuff with him and girls. Plus if he has a new girl it will boost his career. Well kinda." He runs a hand down his face then looks back at his phone that's ringing. His eyebrows furrow. "Hello?" Finn is nodding even though the other person obviously can't see him and mumbles out a few 'yeahs' and 'sure'. "Are you serious?" Santana raises her eyebrows at him. "Can you email it to me and I'll print it out at the hotel?" Finn mumbles a few more things before reaching into Santana's bag for his wallet, keys and shirt. "Yeah, bye."
"What the hell is going on?" She's even more frustrated, looking at his bag fumbling around in her purse.
"There's a new movie. They're starting the audition process and they're really interested in Puck for a lead. They're emailing me the script. I gotta go print it out so he can read it today. If he wants to, the audition is Monday."
There's something off in the way he's talking. "But?"
"It's in New York. He'll have to leave LA to go straight there."
Her shoulders slump forward and looks over to Rachel. They're laughing and building what looks like a really shitty sandcastle. "Go get the script." She waves her hand in the direction of the car. He looks at her then nods, running through the sand. Once he's gone, she punches Puck in the ribs.
"The fuck woman?" He sits up groaning and pulls his sunglasses up to glare at her.
"I didn't want to leave you sleeping here while Finn is gone, so let's help out with that stupid sandcastle.
"Where'd he go?"
"To print off some script for you."
Puck arches up an eyebrow but grabs a beer to take over with them. He sits next to Rachel and kisses her now dry hair. "What do you think?" She smiles at him.
He looks at the lopsided castle that is slowly falling apart. "Um, looks shit awful." Her smiles drops. "You do know that you need wet sand right? This…isn't."
Mike looks at him then down to the castle. "Oh, shit you're right."
Puck rolls his eyes and gets up, grabbing the biggest bucket to get some water. He dumps it into their pile of sand then starts to work with it. By the time Finn gets back, they have a better looking sandcastle.
"Hey, I need you to read this." Finn drops the script into Puck's lap then looks at the castle. "Gather around it and smile."
"Why?" Brittany looks up at him.
"It's your first sandcastle right?" She nods. "Then let's get a picture." They all smile and he takes it on his phone. "Now, go back over there and read." He looks to Puck then sits down.
"What is this for?"
"They want to do a prequel to Inglourious Basterds and they want you in it as one of the leads." Puck's eyes widen as he stares at Finn.
"You fuckin joking?"
"No, so go read." Finn goes back to helping them add small things to the castle.
He looks to Rachel who just smiles at him. "I'm going to go read, come over if you get bored."
Rachel watches as he goes back to their towels, facing them while laying on his stomach to read. She looks back at her friends then gets up to go lay next to Puck. In those few minutes, he's already a good ten pages into the script. She kisses his cheek after she gets down on her stomach.
"Can you believe this?" He puts it down for a second. She looks at him questioningly. "They want me specifically. This will be fucking huge if I get it."
Her finger traces his jaw line. "You're perfect for it." She smiles then lays her head back down and closing her eyes. Her ribs feel a little sore from all the throwing she did in their game earlier.
Puck sits up, rubbing her back while he reads. He's so into the script that he doesn't notice that Rachel fell asleep or that the rest of them are back on the towels, falling asleep too. Three quarters of the way through, he lays on his back, fingers skimming Rachel's calf while everyone else is on their stomachs. He sits up abruptly. There's no doubt in his mind that he wants to do this no matter how the fucking thing ends. He leans over her body and smacks Finn.
"Huh, what?" He looks around and sees they're all asleep.
"Dude, I'm in. I wanna audition."
He smiles lazily. "It's on Monday. New York."
"What?" He half screams. Everyone wakes up and looks over at him. "Do I need to change my flight or some shit?"
Finn thinks about it. "Actually, that'd be smart."
"We're celebrating tonight." Santana cuts in abruptly. "But we need go get ready and get some food. I'm starving."
Puck looks up and notices that the sun is actually setting. Had he been reading that long?
The girls are getting ready and they're just lying down on the beds. Puck is looking up at the ceiling, wondering if this whole audition is real or if he's in some fucked up dream. He props up on his elbows and looks at Finn. "Do you need to come with me to this thing?"
"Probably not, but do you want me to? I can probably talk to them afterwards and see what your chances are. The guy who called is pretty cool."
"Yeah, sounds good."
Rachel is leaning against the door frame in the bathroom and just overheard Puck and Finn's conversation. "Hey San?" Santana turns to her and lifts her eyebrow. "What do you think he'd have to do for his audition?"
"Probably read part of the script. Might have to act out some parts with another actor or actress if they have that part set already. Dunno though."
"You have nothing to worry about Rach. It looks like Puck really likes you." Brittany leans against the counter while Santana does part of her makeup.
Rachel is already ready, just not wanting to interrupt their conversation about New York. Or what they'll be when they get back to LA. She lets out a sigh. Her best friends look at her confused, but she smiles and walks out of the bathroom. All the guys let out a whistle.
Puck scoots to the edge of bed where Rachel steps in between his legs. "I love this dress." He runs his hands up her back. It's nothing flashy, just a black dress with straps that barely stay on her shoulders, a full zipper up the back. Someone could pull it all the way down and she'd be naked. And black high heeled ankle boots. There's something about this girl and boots that drives him wild.
"Holy shit Puck, keep it PG-13." Santana walks out rolling her eyes at Puck's hands finding their way to Rachel's ass. Finn perks up seeing her in a tight black skirt that is dangerously short and a loose black and white striped top and red heels on. He swallows and looks over to Puck. His friend just laughs at him and pulls Rachel closer.
"We're all adults, how about we keep it R?" Brittany laughs and walks out of the bathroom. Her dress just looks like white lace over more white lace with white heels. She could probably pass as an angel.
"I like Britt's idea." Puck smirks.
"Fuck off." Mike pulls her to him closely.
They enter a club later that night, all the girls in tight dresses with the guys in jeans and button up shirts again. Rachel pulls Santana out onto the dance floor immediately to make up for the night before, quickly telling Puck to get her anything good. Brittany looks at them then to Mike.
"You can join them Britt." He smiles and she runs off to the dance floor. They're waiting at the bar as they watch her. She squishes Rachel in the middle, the smaller girl grinding up on Brittany.
"If they dance like that sober…" Finn stares with his jaw dropped.
"What will it be like when they're drunk?" Mike looks at them both.
"Well lets hurry up and get some drinks before some assholes try to get in with them." Puck orders a Jack and coke, a sex on the beach for Rachel. He smirks to himself. "See you ladies out there." Puck saunters off while Finn and Mike still wait for a bartender since they were too distracted staring at them.
"Noah!" Rachel grabs the drink and lets her friends dance with each other. She sucks on the little mixing straw that comes with it, turning around and grinding up on Puck.
"Shit baby." He puts one arm around her waist and pulls her in close.
"I love this song!" Brittany points to Rachel and grabs Santana's hips. "San, did you know that this guy wears a big mouse head?"
Santana rolls her eyes and smiles. Puck honestly doesn't know how they can hear each other. The bass is making Rachel vibrate against him. When Finn and Mike walk up, they see that Brittany dropped to the ground then slowly started to make her way back up Santana's front, grinding into her. Mike pulls her away so she'll do that to him instead. Finn awkwardly stands behind Santana, but she smiles and basically does all the work, just one of his hands on her hip.
Rachel sips on her drink, putting an arm behind Puck's neck since she can reach easily now with her heels on. They're dancing together, but they don't even see that people recognize him and are sending pictures to gossip sites online.
She turns in his arms again and raises on her toes to talk into his ears. "Are you sure you don't need to back at the hotel looking over the script?"
"Nope, I'll get to use it when I audition." He kisses hear ear and moves his hand up to caress the side of her breast.
"I need a refill." She smiles up at him then pulls his hand to follow her.
Rachel sits on a stool and he stands behind her, lips finding her neck and hands running down her sides. Her head falls back onto his shoulder and leaning to the left so he can kiss more.
"What do you want Noah?"
"Jack and coke." She orders then turns around, wrapping her legs around his calves. He leans down and kisses her. "You're a good dancer."
She blushes and says thank you. They make their way back to the dance floor and grinds up against Puck again. They continue this for hours, each couple leaving at random times to get more drinks, dancing. Occasionally Rachel would leave him to dance in front of Santana, but still holding his hand and making eye contact with him as she does. It put a lot of filthy images in his head that he'll have to use when he can't have her.
A few hours, and drinks, later Puck leans down and sucks on Rachel's ear lobe. "Wanna go for a walk after I close up our tab?" Her head turns towards him and she kisses him deeply, moaning into his mouth.
"I would love that." She smiles. When he walks away she turns to Santana. "We're going for a walk. We'll be out on the beach near the club okay?" The taller girl nods and goes back to dancing. Finding her way to Puck, they hold hands and leave the club.
Rachel and Puck sit down in the sand on the beach not too far from the club. She settles in between his legs, shoes next to them and looking down at her phone. The moon is full and bright with stars twinkling. Puck feels like this is the most romantic thing he's done, well ever. His arms are wrapped around her waist, looking out into the ocean while she scrolls through some emails. She opens up one from Tina and sees that there's an attachment. Tapping her screen, a picture pops up of Rachel and Puck in the water at the beach. She gasps.
"What's wrong?" He nuzzles his nose in her hair, breathing in the coconut shampoo that the hotel had.
"Look." She holds up her phone and he looks down.
"Shit."
She closes it and puts it back into her clutch, then turns to face him. "What are we doing?"
"What d'ya mean?" He looks into her eyes and sees that she's concerned.
"Look at the pictures, who knows what is being said about us right now, about you. Is this going to stop when we get back to LA? Will we be just friends? I don't want to stop hanging out with you or Finn or Mike. But someone took those pictures and we didn't even know. How will it be when we get back home?"
Puck puts his hands on either side of her face. "First off, calm the fuck down." He laughs. "Don't have a panic attack on the beach." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I wanna keep getting to know you."
"Are you sleeping with anyone else?" She asks suddenly. He's taken aback from how it just fumbled out of her mouth like she didn't really think about it.
But now that he thinks about it, he hasn't even actually thought of another woman since he's been with Rachel. It may have only been a week, but he's gone from wanting her naked in his bed (which she is awesome at, thank you very much) to being her friend, nearly having a heart attack when she got hurt on the field, to building sandcastles with her. He was at the beach where it's bikini galore and he didn't notice any of them. "No. Are you?"
She looks at him shocked. "No! But, if we want to keep doing this, I'd like to be exclusive. You don't need to call me your girlfriend or anything, because we've known each other a week." She laughs. It feels like they've all known each other longer. "But, I know with your job it's stressful about your image and everything."
"I don't care. I've had some pretty shit awful things said about me. I think once someone called me a man whore on the cover of a magazine. In high school, yeah I slept around a lot. College too, but I'm older now, I have kids and shit who look up to me or something. I care a little more than to sleep with every girl that flashes me."
"Girls flash you?" Her voice sounds appalled.
"Um, maybe not the best thing to say right now." He turns her so they're sitting the way they were before then kisses her temple. His lips brushing up against it as he talks. "I just want you. We can figure everything else out later." He thinks of Finn's words. "Let's just let it go where it goes."
Rachel smiles and leans her head back on his shoulder, kissing underneath his jaw. "I haven't been wanted in a long time. Even when I was with Matt. He cared more about his job." Puck moves one of his hands up and down her side. "What about your audition?"
"I'll go up to New York tomorrow, change my flight. Get some rest then read over the script again. Think Finn's coming too."
She hums her okay, while Puck pulls her closer to him. His hand trails up her thigh under her dress. Her panties are wet and he moans. Rachel turns so she's on her knees and pushes him down into the sand, straddling his lap. Kissing up his neck and jaw, she lands near his ear. "Is this why you kept buying me a sex on the beach?" This girl is so fucking smart.
He pushes up her dress and pulls her to him, kissing her chin then kissing her hard. She tastes fruity. Their tongues fight for dominance as he slips his finger under her panties then against her folds. Her chest rubs against his and he just now notices that she has no bra on.
"Stupid dress." Rachel whispers against his lips and pulls it up so the fabric is settled on her hips. His eyes are wide as he looks down then slaps her ass. She moans.
"Could you be any more sexy right now?" Rachel rubs her hand over the bulge in his jeans.
"PUCKLEBERRY!" Rachel snaps her head up, Brittany is running over, her shoes in her hands, Santana is the same as Mike walks behind them laughing.
Puck groans and drops his head into the sand. His friends had the worst timing in the whole world. "Where's Finn?" He ignores whatever Brittany just yelled at them.
"He wasn't feeling good, so he went back to the hotel." Santana giggles. Giggles. She's wasted. And from the looks of it, so is Brittany.
Mike shrugs, but he's had about as much to drink as Puck. Rachel having a little bit more than them. Santana notices that Rachel's dress is up around her hips. She narrows her eyes at them then looks to Brittany.
"Skinny dipping."
Brittany's eyes light up. "Skinny dipping!"
The two strip down to their underwear and run towards the ocean. The guys are staring, even though Rachel is still on Puck's lap. She looks down at him and grins, standing up then running over to the ocean, dress still on. Brittany squeals.
"Rachel! Why aren't you naked?"
"You're technically not naked either Britt." She smiles and looks over at Santana who is just standing there.
Brittany starts to take off her panties when Mike yells at them. "All of you get dressed! I need to get her back to the room." He eyes her hungrily.
Rachel rolls her eyes at the girls protesting until Mike takes off his shoes and walks in to get them, throwing them both over his shoulder. "Get dressed!" He eyes them both until they do so and then head back towards the hotel.
"Let's head back to your room baby." Puck holds out his hand and leads Rachel to her room.
Sunday around lunch time Puck walks around the suite. "Finn? Have you seen my phone?" his friend is nursing a cup of coffee with his sunglasses on.
"No, check with San and Rach. They might know." Finn lays his head down on the counter.
"You're such a lightweight." Puck laughs and goes to the elevator. He knocks on the door and Mike opens it up.
"Sup?"
"Nothin. Do you know where my phone is?"
Mike looks around nervously. "Nope." He goes back towards Brittany's room. A few seconds later she's squealing.
"Hey Rach?" He calls into the hall as he goes towards her room. She's standing at the bed, looking over everything in her suitcase, in his plaid button up shirt he wore the other night.
"Yes?" She turns around and smiles.
"Have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere. I thought I had it next to me at the beach."
Santana walks into the room and holds out a device. "Here. I took it the other day because I didn't want to pop the Puckleberry bubble at the beach." She walks off as he looks down at it.
"What the fuck is a Puckleberry?" He asks absentmindedly while tapping his screen. "Holy shit, fifty missed calls?"
"It's Brittany's nickname for us that she came up with in the club. It's cute."
Puck sits on his bed then opens up his text messages. "I don't do cute baby, but I guess since Britt came up with it, it's fine. Why does Holly need me to call her so damn bad?"
Rachel looks at him while she zips up her suitcase then goes to the bathroom to gather all her toiletries. Puck is talking to someone on the phone when she walks back in, stuffing the smaller bag into a pocket, eavesdropping on his conversation.
"Hey, what'd ya want?" He pulls her onto his lap and kisses her neck. "What magazine? Well where did they get the pictures of Rachel?" She furrows her eyebrows at that. "Well, no…I know about Google, shit. I'm not fucking anyone else so I don't know what you expect me to say."
She rubs her hand along the back of his neck, after noticing that he tends to do that when he's nervous or anxious, and smiles at him. Then she moves to straddle his lap and pushes him down onto the bed and kisses along his jaw.
"Puck? Rach?" Santana calls out on the other side of their door.
"Yes San?" Rachel opens the door and looks at her friend while trying to keep her voice down.
"You two coming to the beach with us? It won't be too long since we gotta get to the airport in a bit."
She looks over to Puck and sees that he's still on the phone. "I think we'll stay here."
Santana looks between the two and smirks. "Alright Rach."
Making her way over to the bed, Puck puts his arm over his eyes. "Holly, what d'ya want me to do? I'm flying out to New York soon and you know that people start fucking rumors anyways. You're not going to see me fucking around with anyone else. Well whatever." He ends the call and throws it on the pillow. She pushes up his shirt and kisses her way up.
"Is everything okay?"
His hands find their way to her hair. "Holly just wants to know if we're official or not and what magazines and shit will say. Whatever." She pulls his shirt off.
"I can cheer you up."
"Yeah?"
"You're kind of sexy when you're using that tone of voice."
"There's no 'kind of sexy' anything about me babe. Just sexy all over."
Rachel kisses up his neck and finds his mouth while her hands find his belt buckle. His hands snake under her shirt and rubs his thumbs underneath her bra. He unbuttons her shirt, his shirt, off and makes quick work to get her bra off too. She pushes off his pants with her feet but he rolls them over so he's on top. Rachel reaches out to grab his pants for a condom while he kisses down her stomach. Moaning when he reaches her belly button, she puts the foil package into his hand while she pushes her shorts down.
Puck rolls the condom on and pumps it a few times while he stares down at Rachel, her hair fanning out over the bedspread. He leans over, kissing her neck when he enters her, both of them gasping. Rachel's hand grips the fabric while the other goes to the back of his neck. He's thrusting into her fast as her nails scrape against his scalp. Right when he hit her spot, she made a noise that he loves to hear from her.
"Faster Noah." She moved her hips along with his.
"Baby, hold on." He pulls out which makes Rachel whine, but he pulls her so she's standing over the bed and enters her from behind.
"Oh my God." She puts her head down while he thrusts into her faster than before.
He feels her walls tightening around him, so he reaches around and rubs her clit, her breathing coming in uneven pants until she screams his name and he's releasing into the condom. Puck sees the little bit of sweat on her back and leans forward to kiss it while he pulls out.
"You're so good." Rachel crawls back up the bed and leans her head down on one of the pillows.
Laughing, he crawls up behind her and pulls up the sheet. He's looking into her eyes and he can't help how beautiful she is after sex. He shouldn't like that feeling, usually he just bails. But she's looking at him with curious eyes. "What?"
"Are you coming back to LA after your audition?"
"Pretty sure we are. Still gotta make you watch that movie."
She pushes at his shoulder. "It looked like it has a lot of violence."
Puck rolls his eyes. "It is a war movie Rach. Plus it has Jews in it. You need to watch it, they're badass."
"Okay, but you have to make me popcorn." He raises his eyebrow at her but she just laughs and rolls onto her back.
They both fall asleep while everyone is at the beach but get woken up when Brittany runs into the room and hops onto the bed. The blonde doesn't even seem to notice that they're naked underneath the sheet.
"Finn says that we have to leave for the airport earlier than planned so that you and him can change your flight to New York."
"Thanks Britt." He smiles at her then changes to a smirk when she looks around the room and notice all the clothes on the floor.
"Oh!" She gasps and looks down. "I'm so sorry! I mean, I've seen Rach naked before, because you know, locker room." She glances at his chest. "Hurry and get dressed. We'll be waiting in the lobby." Brittany winks at them while Rachel collapses into a giggling fit.
"She's seen you naked?" He looks down at her as he zips up his jeans.
"Like she said, locker room." She shrugs and begins to button up his shirt again, tying it the way she did with his muscle shirt the first time they met. He loves that she'll wear his clothes but fit them to fit her body.
"You know, with my clothes on you, it makes me want to get naked all over again." He watches as she blushes while putting her hair up. Puck walks over to her and pulls her against him, kissing her hair.
"We better go." Rachel smiles brightly up at him and kisses his chin.
After Finn and Puck switch their tickets, they all go to security while the two go to return the rental car keys. They all meet up again and all say their temporary goodbyes. Rachel wraps her arms up around Puck's neck after she hugged Finn.
"So I guess I'll talk to you later? If you want."
He smirks. "Yep."
Santana, Brittany and Mike all stand off to one side that will lead to their terminal while Finn stands on the other. Puck and Rachel are kissing, not caring that anyone is waiting for them. Finally Finn clears his throat and Rachel looks back to him.
"I'm sorry." She smiles and hugs Puck one last time. "Have a safe flight."
"Pretty sure that's not up to us babe, but we'll let the Captain know."
Rachel rolls her eyes and smacks his arm. "Bye."
Puck and Finn watch as they walk off, knowing that Mike will make sure nothing will happen to them. Finn looks over at his friend. "Is it weird that we're protective over them?"
"Nope." He grins and grabs his duffel bag, leading them to their terminal on the other side of the airport.
Rachel walks into her room and collapses on the bed. Her suitcase falls to the floor and she can hear Brittany flopping down onto her bed too. The clock on her nightstand says 9 p.m. She groans, slightly used to Miami's time. Her phone buzzes underneath her palm.
Noah: You at home?
She smiles and sends a text back saying that she is but she's really tired. Santana walks in and puts her laptop in front of Rachel's face. "Look at this." She points to the screen.
Rachel sits up and looks at the laptop, a page is up with pictures of her and Puck. Them on the beach, at the nightclub and kissing at the airport. There was even one of them hugging Mike goodbye and the three of them getting into a cab.
"Should I be creeped out by this?"
Santana sighs and lays on the bed. "I don't know. Did you two even discuss what you are?"
"On the beach after we left the club. We're exclusive but that's all we really discussed." She lies down next and faces her friend. "Brittany and Mike are so cute together."
"Yeah they are."
"I didn't even know that they were texting and talking before the trip. Did you?"
"Nope. As long as she's happy though. I don't think I've seen her smile that much in awhile." Santana stretches then sits up. "I'm going to bed. Finn is supposed to call in a bit." She snatches up her laptop and saunters off.
Rachel laughs and follows Santana out, but goes to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. Her head falls back as the steam surrounds her, soothing her aching muscles. She washes her body, her ribs still sore. Someone knocks on the door. "Hey Rach? You're phone is ringing."
"Can you answer it and tell them I'll be right there?"
"Sure thing."
She cuts off the shower and wraps a towel around her body then walks to her room. "Thanks Britt." She calls through the blonde's door.
"Hello?"
"Sup babe. Where were you?"
"In the shower." He moans on his side of the phone. "What are you doing?" She hangs her towel on the door knob then walks over for pajamas. Suddenly she misses Puck, so she throws her suitcase up on her bed.
"Laying in the room. Read over the script while you were still on the plane."
"Are you nervous?" Rachel pulls out the tank top she wore Friday night when her and Puck fell asleep watching movies. Then she moves to her dresser and pulls out some shorts.
"Baby, I don't get nervous."
Rolling her eyes and turning out the light but turning on the lamp, she lays down on her bed and crawls under the covers. "Then are you excited?"
"Fuck yeah I am. Finn got a call from the director. They cast the lead girl that would play my girlfriend in it. I'll be reading with her tomorrow."
"That sounds, interesting."
"You know the Jews in the original movie?"
"I can't say that I do Noah. I never watched it."
"What? Okay, when I get back home we're going to watch it. Have like a movie night or something. S'a good movie." She hums her agreement on the movie night but closes her eyes. "Rach, you awake?"
Puck looks at his phone then puts it up to his ear again. "Rach, baby?" He hears the sound of even breathing on the other line and smiles. Did he really just smile about her falling asleep on the phone? Shaking his head, he sets the alarm and plugs in his phone. The sound of her breathing is still filling his ear, so he says goodnight then hangs up. Sending her a text saying goodnight for her to wake up to.
He wakes up at nine a.m. on the dot and hops into the shower. Afterwards he goes downstairs to meet Finn for breakfast. "Hey." He mumbles quietly and drops the script and his phone on the table.
"Hey." Finn mumbles around his coffee mug. "Ready for this?"
"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be. Do you know who the chick is going to be?"
"No. Apparently they have a few other girls they want to audition, so the actress before won't be in the room reading with you. So whoever gets your part, which better be you, they'll probably see who has better chemistry with who." He smiles as a stack of pancakes is set in front of him.
"Alright man." Puck orders and sits back in his chair, closing his eyes.
Finn's phone vibrates on the table and he picks it up. Puck opens up an eye and looks over at him. "What do you want Quinn?" His eyebrows shoot up and he looks over to Puck. "How is that even possible? They didn't call me to ask about you. Are you using someone else as your agent? Is that fucking so? Fine. Get a new agent, I don't give a shit. I won't have to deal with you anymore but I'm telling Puck about this." He hands up the phone and throws it on the table, pushing his food away.
"What's going on Finn?"
"Quinn. She's trying out for the role. Trying out a new agent. Mercedes Jones. " Finn shakes his head. "You might have to read fucking lines with her. I can't fucking believe this." A waiter sets down Puck's food and eyes them both wearily. "Sorry." Finn looks away.
"You're shitting me right? Please tell me this is a God damn joke."
"I wish I could man."
"I gotta call Rachel. What if they make me kiss her or some shit in the audition?" He groans frustrated, picking up a piece of bacon and walking towards the lobby.
"Hello?" She says sleepily.
"Hey baby. Look, I gotta tell you something."
"Is everything okay?" He hears the sound of sheets ruffling around. "Did you already have your audition?"
"Nope, but look. Finn just got a call from Quinn."
"His ex?"
"Yep." He pops the 'P' then runs his hand over his face. "She's apparently trying out for the lead. I guess they want to see who has chemistry between the narrowed down people or some shit. I don't know. But they could ask us to kiss or something if I read with her, to see if we have chemistry. You understand that I'll have to act like I fucking like her right?"
"Of course Noah, it's your job. I just hope she fucks up." He laughs as she gasps at herself. "I'm sorry. That's so rude, I shouldn't wish something bad upon someone I don't even know."
"Nah, she's a bitch. Especially to Finn, but we'll talk about that later. I need some food before this thing. Maybe I'll just puke all over her."
"Okay. Good luck."
Puck laughs that she just said okay to him throwing up on Quinn during the audition. "Go back to sleep Rach. I'll call you later."
"Bye Noah."
He hangs up the phone and walks back to the table, seeing that Finn forced himself to eat. "What'd she say?"
"That she understands it's my job to try and like the bitch. God, I can't even think about that. It's going to give me a fucking migraine." He stabs at his eggs and tries to eat fast. Finn rubs his hands over his face.
"I'll have a fucking migraine too, thinking about you kissing my ex."
"It's not like I'm wanting to kiss her man."
"Imagine she's Rachel." Finn shrugs and asks for more coffee.
Puck walks into the room for his audition. The director and producer shake his hand and tell him to have a seat. The actress is running late. "We're so glad that you decided to audition. We've had our eyes on you, hoping to pull you into a project." Everyone eases back into their seat.
"Thank you. I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be here and you guys thought of me. And the movie was badass. The script is great. I decided I wanted to audition before I even finished it."
The door opens and a very frazzle blonde enters. "I am so sorry I'm late." Puck flinches.
"No problem Miss Fabray. I'm sure you know Mr. Puckerman." The director motions his hand towards Puck.
"Sup Q." He smirks, his tone slightly icy and his face indifferent.
"Puck! How great to see you. Hope your vacation in Miami was wonderful." She kisses his cheek and lingers a moment too long.
"It was." He pulls away. "How was Hawaii?" He smirks when she tenses up. The directors don't notice anything though.
"Lovely. Good to see you two are refreshed and ready for this audition. If you two would open your scripts and go to page 40. Could you two act the scene followed by the kiss?"
"Of course!" Quinn says a little too happily.
They watch as the scene comes alive in front of them. Puck is reading perfectly while Quinn cries during a few lines like the script wants. He tosses the script away then pulls Quinn in for the kiss as directed. Make it look real and pretend it's Rachel. Quinn takes kissing him a bit too far but he pulls away, her looking up at him with wide eyes. Kissing Quinn, even attempting to pretend it was Rachel, was all wrong. He's going to have to kiss Rachel until neither of them can breathe when he gets back to LA.
"That was fantastic!" The director claps.
Huh, maybe Quinn is a better actress than he thought. The director talks about how they'll let their agents know anything. "Mr. Puckerman?" He turns around and faces the director. "Could you ask Mr. Hudson to step in for a moment?"
"Sure thing. Thanks again." He pushes past Quinn and locates Finn, who is happily texting Santana even though it's nearly 9 a.m. there. "They want to speak with you." Finn blinks and puts his phone away, walking by Quinn to the room they were just in.
The blonde sits next to him and smiles. "Can I help you?"
"You're a hell of a kisser Puck. Why didn't we hook up?"
Puck rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone, tapping the screen to open a message from Rachel.
Rach: Coach called me and San in for early practice. Won' be out until about 4. Good luck. Xo
He keys in a response, puts his phone up and crosses his arms over his chest. "I wouldn't stab Finn in the back. Especially not with you."
"Sure Puck. We all know you wanted me. Who don't you want though." She inspects her nails. "Is that Rachel girl the flavor of the week?" She gets up and stands next to him. "Can't wait to work you. We'll have a lot of fun." Quinn winks then walks away.
He glares at her back until she's out of sight then pull his phone out. Finn walks down the hall and sits next to Puck, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Good news and bad news."
"Good first, for the love of God." He leans back in his seat to forget what the ice queen just said to him.
"They want you. Role is yours." Puck pumps his fist in the air. "Yes! What's the bad?" He's unable to keep the smirk off his face.
"They're leaning towards Quinn."
"Finn…" He turns to his friend. "She just hit on me, playing some fucked up mind game." He points to his head. "And basically called Rach a slut." He pauses. "I know I don't have the best track record with women, but it's creepy that she found a way to fucking spy on us on vacation and even knows about Rachel. But if they want her, I don't think I could do this. Not with her."
"Look, I like Rach, she's great. But as your agent…this is too big to give up. Dude, fucking Brad Pitt and Eli Roth. You won't be getting anything huge like this anytime soon. They specifically wanted you."
"Fuck, you're right. Shit…" He groans. "Let's get back to LA. I need a drink and we need to make Rachel watch Inglourious Basterds."
"Wanna do it at the girls' condo?"
"Yeah. Britt isn't at practice yet, so we can tell Mike to call her and plan something."
Finn slaps his shoulder. "It'll be worth it."
Puck walks into the condo, going straight to Rachel's room. Actually they all disperse into the designated rooms, Mike to Brittany's, Finn to Santana's. What's even going on with those two? Rachel is sitting on her bed with the laptop open, looking over plays that must have been emailed. He clears his throat.
"Noah! Hi." She looks at her laptop and pushes it to the side.
He sits next to her, pulling her into a hug. Kissing her temple. "I got it."
Rachel pulls away and stares at him. He's smirking and trying to hide a smile. "Are you serious?"
"Yep."
She squeals and springs up on her bed, jumping up and down. "Oh my God!" Puck laughs as she jumps but then settles straddling his thighs, still standing, and tries to catch her breath. God she's hot.
He runs his hands up her smooth legs and tugs on her shorts. She gets down on her knees and leans over to kiss him. "I'm so proud of you." She says against his soft lips, caressing his cheek.
Puck pushes her away slightly. "What?"
"I'm proud of you?" She looks at the crease in between his eyebrows. "Did I say something wrong?"
Puck just stares at her. She's proud of him? For landing a part? The only time someone has said they were proud of him was at his college graduation and when he got his first part. And those were only from his ma and sister. She was proud that he didn't grow up to be a fuck up, stuck in jail or something. He watches as Rachel gets up and sits on her chair in the corner of her room, staring at him with shiny eyes. Shit, he hopes she isn't going to cry. Suddenly he gets up and kneels in front of her. "Why did you say that?"
"You wanted that part really bad and I could tell you were nervous. And this movie is going to be a big deal, I think. I'm happy for you and proud that you got it when they wanted you specifically."
He puts his hands on either side of her face and kisses her until she's out of air. Her eyebrows furrow. "I don't understand Noah." Her voice sounds so small compared to every other time she talked.
"No one has said that to me besides my mom and Sarah." He kisses her again and puts his forehead against hers. "Be my girlfriend."
This was a bit choppier than I expected it to be, but I knew where I wanted it to go. Next chapter should be more interesting though :)