A/N: As I said-- more reviews, please! I love them. :D Also, I hoped everyone liked Rachel&Puck's sex scene last chapter; I was really nervous about it. I wanted it to be more sweet and romantic than real hardcore sex, plus I just can't write porn :P Anywho, I really hope you enjoyed it.

Later, Rachel woke slowly. The easy kind of waking up, where you knew you weren't needed anywhere, and your eyes could lazily droop until they really were ready to fully be open. Noah lay behind her, his arms reenacting their previous firm hold around her. Rachel smiled, for no apparent reason except that she felt inexplicably giddy at that very moment. Memories of a few hours ago resurfaced, and she found herself turning over to her other side, as to look into Noah's face. She was surprised to find him awake, eyes wide open and looking at her. "Oh, hi." she said, startled.

Noah reached out to tuck a strand of her silky hair behind her ear and grinned, "Hi."

"I suppose we should be, I don't know... talking about it?" Noah chuckled.

"If you want to." Rachel froze for a moment.

"Was I... was I, not good?" Clearly shocked by her words and in no way expecting them, Noah retracted his hand and upheld his shoulder as to gain a better look at her.

"What the hell are you talking about, you big idiot?" Rachel looked down, ashamed. "Hey-- look at me," he went on, tipping her chin back up. "I have-- I've had a lot of sex, kay, babe? And nothing-- nothing, compared to that. No cougar, or any other high school chick on the planet could ever have satisfied me, or made me more happy than you did."

"I'm sorry," Rachel sighed, lying back. "I'm sorry. It's just," she grinned at him. "It was the best time of my life. I think. Comes close to when I won my first beauty pageant when I was two."

"You remember that?"

"Clearly-- I went as Annie, you know, in that little red dress, and sang Tomorrow, and tap danced, and read whole scenes from memory--"

"You were a regular little gold star, I get ya. So," he planted a small, tantalizing kiss right at the corner of her mouth as he continued, "Tonight comes second to that?" Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but found herself fumbling as he continued to kiss from the edge of her lips down her cheek.

"Well-- it was a wonderful time, of course, but-- but maybe claiming it's first to tonight-- um, actually, I believe they're equal-- maybe tonight has a bit of a edge--" Noah laughed softly as he recanted, pulling back.

"You. Are. Angelic." he finished, putting emphasis on his last word, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.

"That's not really a Noah Puckerman word, do you think?" she asked teasingly, leaning over his chest with one arm to grasp hands with the one wrapped around his neck.

"I thought you would appreciate that one..." he said, trailing off, disappointed.

"Just give me something last year Noah would say."

"You are foxy." he supplied, grinning at her. She beamed back.

"Precisely." She glanced at the clock next to their bed, groaning. "You know, that was probably really un-romantic to have our first sex at five in the afternoon." She nodded her head in the direction of the stiff green numbers. "It's only seven now." Noah shrugged.

"That always gives us a reason to run again, later tonight..." She sighed, laughing, shaking her head.

"You're a machine."

"But a foxy machine, right?"

"A becoming, good-looking, very suave robust fox, yes. With comical hair."

"Always about the hair."

"You have to admit, it's completely grotesque."

"You just haven't gotten used to it yet."

"If I haven't gotten used to it in a year, you've got a long wait, buddy."

"I can be patient." he said, smiling down at her and planting a long, drawn-out kiss on her lips when the a knock sounded on the door, and Finn called out,

"Puck? Rachel? We need to talk to you guys."

***

FINN

"Puck? Rachel? We need to talk to you guys." Finn called out, a little nervously. Sure, Kurt had told a few people he was gay before, but for him, this was a whole new level. Sure Kurt was there, squeezing his hand and reassuring him. But sometimes, everything was cold comfort. Nothing could calm Finn at the moment. There was some movement behind the door, quick and fumbling movement. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. Finn shrugged in return. "Um, now would be nice. You know, as long as you're not bus--"

But his words were cut off as the door flew open, revealing an out of breath Rachel, wearing a bright pink cardigan over an orange tee with a green plaid skirt, where the zipper was only pulled up halfway. Finn had to admit, the coloring was a little strange, even for Rachel. He spotted Puck in the background, desperately tugging on a pair of jeans. "Hi!" Rachel exclaimed, attempting to move in front of Finn so he couldn't have a clear view of the scene behind her, which was pretty stupid considering his height. Puck was now hurriedly making their bed, tossing pillows on top of pillows and kicking a loose sock under the bed.

"Hey." said Finn, returning his focus on the flushed face of Rachel, appearing not to have noticed anything in their room, his brain slowly building up the clues, realizing what they must have walked in on, interrupted. Kurt grabbed his arm.

"Perhaps we should come back later..." he trailed off, his fingers clenching at small bits of fabric on Finn's shirt.

"No, no, you two are fine." she rushed, stepping back to let the two in. Awkwardly, the two stepped in and sat down on the couch. "So, uh, you wanted something?" she asked, sitting down on an opposite chair. Puck settled on the bed, shooting glances at Rachel.

"Yeah," Finn said, looking at his hands. "Have you two..." he looked up. "Had a peppermint hot chocolate at the coffee bar yet? Great stuff. Really sweet, and peppermint-y, and, um, hot chocolate-y, and if you want you can get whipped cream on top of it, and they have peppermint flavored whipped cream, and peppermint marshmallows, and they give you a peppermint cookie with white chocolate dribbles on top of it, and I'm pretty sure they give you a peppermint stick to put in it, 'cuz if you're a real peppermint-holic even all that isn't enough to satisfy you--"

"Anyway." Kurt interjected, giving Finn a soft kick in the shins. "Besides that."

"Right. Besides that." Finn glanced at Rachel's face, then Puck's. Their expressions spoke almost as much as their words-- as if they knew what was coming. Or maybe not specifically, because how could they, but they knew something of that nature was approaching. He inhaled, taking a deep breath. "Kurt and I... had a beer." There was a moment of silence.

"You what?" Rachel asked, clearly confused.

"Had a beer. Or beers, actually. Last night... we got drunk, and we just thought... you should know." he finished lamely. There was another still moment, broken only by the tapping of Puck's finger against his knee.

"Well." said Rachel, breaking the quiet. "Thank you for coming to tell us... that."

"Yeah. Thanks, dude. Good that you came to us."

"Exactly. So, just... don't do it again, kay?"

"Kay," said Finn, standing up. "Right. See you guys later, then."

"Most definitely," Rachel said, her voice high. Finn and Kurt walked out, Finn's hands shoved in his pockets, uncomfortable.

"That went positively beautifully." Kurt said as they began to walk down the hall back to their room. "When they heard about those beers we had... really thought they would blow up at that."

"Look, Kurt," Finn said, snatching his arm so Kurt stayed put instead of continuing walking. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell them; I really was going to, but then I just sort of... didn't."

"We're leaving tomorrow, Finn. Wouldn't you rather two other people know about this when we go back to school instead of just us? Two people we can trust? Or, you can." Finn shot him a puzzled look.

"What do you mean me? What about you?"

"I don't mean to be paranoid, but I don't exactly trust the guy who threw slushies in my face, tossed me in the dumpster, threw pee balloons at me, egged my house, read my diary over the loudspeaker (yes, I have a diary, and I was idiotic enough to bring it to school), flushed my facial products down the toilet in the locker room, and basically made my freshman year at McKinley, not to mention junior high, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, a living hell. It was like McKinley was the new Sunnydale... Buffy reference." he added at Finn's befuddled expression.

"Well okay, Puck's not great-- believe me, Kurt, I don't have any more reason than you do-- but this year... he hasn't been half bad. Sometimes I remember what I felt like when I first found out about him and Quinn and I wanna punch his face off, but... when was the last time he threw a slushie in your face?"

"Sophomore year. Before he joined Glee."

"Exactly. Anything else he's done?"

"No." Kurt answered quietly.

"See? So you can trust him… mostly" Finn paused. "Did we just get turned around? You were saying they were trustworthy, and that's why I should tell them, and now I'm convincing you that Puck is trustworthy..." Kurt laughed.

"I think we did get a little topsy-turvy." Kurt leaned up and kissed Finn softly on the lips.

"Come on. It's still early. We could try that getting drunk thing you mentioned..."

"Sounds like a plan."

***

RACHEL

Much later, a little past midnight, Rachel lay awake in bed next to Noah, fingering with a strand of her hair. Noah had his arm loosely draped around her bare shoulders. "How come you think they didn't tell us?" Rachel finally asked, looking up at him. She rubbed his shoulder blade, feeling the edges. Noah swallowed before answering.

"Finn. Finn didn't tell us. Gay guy--"

"They're both 'gay guys' now, Noah. And I thought you were stopping with that stuff."

"Sorry. Old habit. Kurt wanted to tell us-- Finn was the one who backed out."

"We need to find a way to make him confess," said Rachel, a thoughtful look creeping into her eyes. Noah sighed.

"What now?"

"We could always walking in on them doing it."

"I think my new-found homosexual acceptance is a little too soon for that. Like to keep my brain unscarred. Not have to scratch out my eyes." Rachel gave his chin a strange little head butt.

"Needn't be rude, sweetie," she told him, nuzzling her face into his neck.

"Right," he said, shifting so he lay on his side, wrapping his arms around her in a bare hug, keeping her close to him.

"Can I just say," said Rachel, grinning into his skin. "That you have the best arms for hugging."

"Really?" Noah held them out, and Rachel glanced at his expression of mingled pleasure and surprise. "Just for hugging?"

"Especially for hugging," she corrected. "Also good for lifting impossible weights and all that impressive macho man stuff. And for picking me up sometimes when you hug me."

"Believe me, you weigh less than those weights," he told her, laughing.

"Noah, I-- I just really wanted to tell you, one more time, how much tonight meant to me." He didn't say anything like 'I know', or 'You don't have to say that'. He simply stated,

"That's my Rachel." Then adding, "Always stating the obvious." She punched him playfully on the shoulder, making a scoffing noise of disbelief. "Nah, I get it Rachel. I do." Noah ran a hand through her mass of deep brown curls, catching a few various snarls, snaking his fingers out of them when he found one. "I'm just glad to say I can finally say I had sex with a woman I'm in love with." Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"What about Quinn?"

"Let's just not count that one since I wasn't smitten with her at the time," he said, smiling. "Don't ruin the moment, babe. The whole point is that you're supposed to be the only one."

"Kay." Rachel placed a small kiss behind his earlobe, yawning as she retracted.

"Tired, sweetheart?"

"Yes. Not only did I have my first act of sexual intercourse tonight, but I had it twice. I'm exhausted."

"Sweet dreams," he wished her, planting a kiss on the bridge of her nose. Delving into the covers, he enclosed her in another hug, and Rachel fell asleep almost immediately.

***

FINN

The next morning Finn dressed quickly, and was actually finished before Kurt. He had smartly packed beforehand last night, and Kurt shooed him out, told him to carry their bags out to the lobby and wait for him there. Finn did as he was told, content to be serving his guy. My guy, Finn thought as he deposited his own backpack next to the rest of their bags. It sounded weird. Different. But if he planned on staying with Kurt, which he hoped to happen, he would have to get used to it. Wrapped up in his thoughts, Finn almost didn't notice Rachel walk in with her own bags.

"Hey Finn," she said brightly, setting down her rolling suitcase. "Waiting on Kurt?"

"Yeah. He always takes forever to get ready in the morning." He noticed Rachel was staring at him intently. "What?" She bit her lip, as if trying to make a difficult decision.

"It's nothing," she replied, shaking her head. "Nothing. But Finn," she reached out to give his hand a squeeze. "I just want to clear something up-- I want you to be happy. Really. I want you to go out into the world, and find someone who makes you feel good about yourself. I want you to have somebody to accepts you for you-- and doesn't ask for better." Finn was a little bewildered at this sudden new topic, but he answered her all the same.

"Rachel-- this isn't about last year, is it? 'Cuz you know I'm over that. I've moved on." Rachel hesitated before giving his hand another quick squeeze, then pulled it back.

"Oh, really? Who?"

"Who-- oh, no one in particular. Just moved on. Um, mentally."

"Good. Very good. Either way."

"Yeah." There was a moment before Puck emerged, then Kurt.

"Ready?" asked Puck, wrapping one arm around Rachel's waist, hugging her close.

"Definitely," Finn answered, sending Kurt a quick grin. "Let's get out of here."