a/n: hello guys! This morning, I re-read all of the reviews for this story so far and I'm still blown away! You guys are amazing, I really can't say that enough. I hope you like this chapter. I had an excessive amount of fun writing it so please like it haha! This is the big date, so I hope I don't let anybody's expectations down. It's another long chapter so don't hate me for that! Anyway, on with the story! I don't own glee, or Bria Valente's song "Elixir". Read and review! IMPORTANT A/N AT BOTTOM!
Santana sat down at the kitchen table and stared at her bacon and eggs. It smelled amazing! She looked up at Rachel and grinned. She had the best best friend in the world.
"You're a really bad Jew Rach," she commented casually just as she stuffed a piece of bacon in her mouth. Rachel just laughed at her and sat down at the table with her breakfast. Santana almost spewed her eggs when Rachel made a big goofy show out of eating her bacon that made her want to laugh. They giggled for a few minutes before continuing with their breakfast. "So, where'd you go last night? I was in bed when you got home." She noticed Rachel blush a little and ventured a guess. "Did you sleep here last night?" Rachel rolled her eyes.
"I went back to the club. You know how I told you that I was going to tell Noah that we could only be friends? Well, it didn't exactly work out that way." Santana's eyes grew wide before she let out a deafening squeal.
"Did you sleep with Puck again? You slept with Puck again! This is awesome! You two look so cute together. I have to call Tina. She's gonna be so excited about this!" Rachel reached over and slapped Santana on the shoulder.
"Would you calm down? I did not sleep with him again. And stop talking to your girlfriend about my, whatever this is with Noah." She paused for a second and worried her bottom lip. "He asked me out on a date." Santana scrunched up her face and sat back in her chair.
"But I thought he hated dating?" Rachel just nodded her head. Santana smiled, realizing how deep his feelings for Rachel seemed to run already. Tina and Mike were right. Puck really did like her. She was just trying to get her friend laid, but Puck really liked her. Rachel must be amazing in bed if she had a total womanizer chasing after her after only one night together. She briefly mourned the fact that she'd probably never get a chance to test that theory. But then, she immediately thought of Tina and, with a smile, didn't really mind that fact so much. She looked back at Rachel and smirked. "So, where is he taking you?" Rachel shrugged.
"I have no clue." At that moment, Santana's phone started to ring on the table and she looked at the number. Why was Puck calling her this early in the morning?
"Hello," she answered.
"Is Rachel there?" Her eyes flitted to Rachel for a second before she tentatively answered,
"Yeah. What do you want P"
"Don't say my name," he interrupted. "I don't want her to know I called. Just let me know when you're in a different room." Santana furrowed her brow and motioned to Rachel that she was going to her room for a second. When she got down the hallway and closed the door, she snapped into the phone,
"You dumbass, don't yell at me. Why are you calling me?" She heard him exhale heavily.
"I asked Rachel out last night." Santana brought the arm that wasn't holding her phone across her body and walked over to her bed.
"Duh, if you're calling to ask permission, I'd say you're a little late seeing as how you already railed her. Congratulations on that by the way." Puck just shook his head and couldn't help but laugh.
"Shut it Lopez. I need your help." Santana sat down on the bed and stared at the wall for a second. Puck's voice sounded funny when tinged with desperation. She almost felt sorry for him.
"What? You already got her to agree to go out with you when she had every intention of breaking all ties to you but friendship. I'd say you're doing pretty good so far." He exhaled heavily again and she laid back on her bed.
"Well, I told her that if our date today didn't go all that great, I would agree to be friends. If it goes good though, she has to go out with me again." Santana smirked into the receiver as she understood what he was doing completely. She'd done the exact same thing with Tina, using Mike.
"Aha, so you're enlisting the help of the best friend to ensure you don't fuck it up too bad. This is killing you isn't it?" He didn't like the tone in her voice, mocking and snide. But then, when he thought about it, he'd probably sound the exact same way if someone had requested the same thing of him.
"Yes. Are you gonna help me or not?" Santana just laughed heartily into the phone and replied,
"I guess I can. You're gonna owe me though." Puck grumbled into the receiver and she took that as an agreement. "What are you planning for your hot date?" His silence in reply made her roll her eyes and scoff at him. "You are a dumbass Puck. What kind of a guy asks a girl out on a date without having the slightest clue of what he's going to do with that girl on said date? I know what kind of guy. Apparently a dumbass! What's wrong with you?" Puck grumbled again but snapped back,
"Hey, I was more worried about getting her to agree to go out with me in the first place! She went on this rant about how we could only be friends and how she didn't think I wanted to be tied down. She shot the whole 'friends with benefits' thing down pretty quick but I wasn't gonna ask for that anyway. Look, I know I should have thought this whole thing through a little more but she was about to walk away from something and I just reacted." Something he said stirred Santana a little and she sat up.
"What was she about to walk away from Puck?" She heard him mutter something about her being a manipulative bitch but it just made her laugh. "If you don't say it, I'm hanging up the phone and you can screw the date up all by yourself."
"She was gonna walk away from me, okay? From us. It pissed me off that she was ready to just cut me out after the other night. I had to make sure she couldn't do that." Santana suddenly felt torn between her deep loyalty to Rachel and the sympathy she felt for Puck. She'd lived most of her life moving from one short-lived relationship to another, never really caring too much about feelings and shit. But then she'd met Tina and all that changed in a crazy tiny amount of time. She could relate to Puck in that sense completely.
"Rach doesn't do anything half-assed. You seemed pretty proud of the fact that the longest relationship you've ever had depended on how late you slept the next day." She was paraphrasing of course but it meant the same thing anyway. "That scares her Puck. Because, when she gives herself to someone, she gives her whole self. And she expects, and deserves, the same in return. She's had one too many cases where the guy didn't exactly do that and it's made her guard herself. My guess is she was willing to cut off all ties to you before she started caring too much, before you got enough of her to actually hurt her." Puck blinked and breathed out. Santana's speech scared the ever-loving shit out of him, but not in the way he expected it to. It didn't scare him off, it scared him that he might actually hurt her without meaning to.
"I'm not gonna hurt her Lopez. Just tell me how to not fuck this date up so I can see her again."
After about twenty minutes, Rachel didn't think Santana was coming back so she put the remainder of her breakfast in the microwave so it wouldn't get too cold. She quickly placed her empty plate in the sink and was rinsing it off when she heard Santana's door close. She walked back into the main room at the end of the hallway and saw Santana coming back from her room.
"You were on the phone for a while San. Was it Tina?" Santana laughed and shook her head as she went back into the kitchen to retrieve her breakfast. She brought it back out and joined Rachel on the couch, still not answering her as she stuffed her cold eggs into her mouth. "Was it the agency? Do you have a shoot today or something?" Santana saw an out and took it.
"Yeah, I've got to meet with a designer to coordinate the correct lighting for the model. The dress is blue and the model has red hair but for some reason, they want to use yellow backlighting for the shoot." Santana got off the couch but not before Rachel snickered. She turned back around and looked at Rachel still sitting on the couch.
"Bullshit San, why are you lying to me about a phone call?" The deceptively innocent tone Rachel took was kind of scary. She crossed her arms and went into defensive mode.
"Why do you think I'm lying?" Rachel laughed haughtily and replied,
"You always give too much information when you're lying. If you were telling the truth, your answer would've been more along the lines of 'something for work'. Now, who was it on the phone that you feel you have to keep from your best friend, a friend who has been there for you since we were little girls who would never keep something from you." Santana was about to tell her to save the Jewish mother guilt trip for her actual children, but decided against it.
"It was Puck, okay? That's all I'm telling you. Go get dressed. He's picking you up for lunch." Rachel's face scrunched up and Santana laughed at her.
"Shouldn't he be telling me when he's picking me up?" Before Santana got the chance to answer, Rachel's cell phone came to life.
"Let your life be a dream. Integrity, honesty, it's too late for me. Don't look back, 'til you're free to chase the morning." Santana eyed Rachel's phone with a smirk on her face. A little over a week and Puck already had his own ringtone in her phone.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess that that's him doing just that. Are you gonna pick up or not?" Rachel walked over to the kitchen table and picked up her phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rach, I'll be there at eleven to pick you up. Wear something comfortable." Rachel stammered for a second and then said,
"Wait, aren't you telling me where we're going?" She heard him laugh heartily over the phone.
"Nope. Wondering about something for two hours isn't gonna kill you diva. I'll be the one knocking on the door. Bye Berry."
"Goodbye Noah." Rachel closed her phone and set it back on the table before turning back to Santana. "Do you know where he's taking me?" Santana nodded her head with a sinister grin and laughed.
"Yes, and before you ask, I'm not gonna tell you so don't bother. Just go get dressed." Rachel grumbled but knew the tone in Santana's voice. There was no point in arguing with her so she rolled her eyes and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower.
When Puck knocked on the apartment door two hours later, he was expecting someone (Rachel hopefully) to open the door and then he and Rachel would leave for their date. Instead, when he knocked on the door, Tina of all people answered. He stared for a second at the woman standing in front of him, wondering what the hell she was doing there.
"What are you doing here?" Tina started laughing and walked back over to the couch where Santana was seated.
"I love you too Puck!" Both women started giggling as he walked into the room, his eyes scanned for Rachel but she was nowhere to be found. "That's what you're wearing? You don't really worry about making an impression do you?" Puck just grumbled in her direction and looked down at his open plaid shirt, Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and jeans.
"What are you, my mother? Yes this is what I'm wearing." Tina laid her head over on Santana's shoulder and rolled her eyes at him. Suddenly, he got a little bit nervous, which was stupid because he'd already slept with her. He walked into the kitchen to get some water. When he turned around, Tina and Santana were standing in the doorway, staring at him. "What the hell you two? Lopez, did she teach you her ninja tricks? Where's Rachel so we can leave?" Just then, he heard a door shut and Rachel's voice from the hallway.
"San, Tina, where is he? He said he would be here at eleven and he's not here. I just checked my phone and he hasn't texted or called me. What if he's backed out? What if he decided that I'm too much to handle?" Puck watched as both Santana and Tina rolled their eyes and turned to leave the kitchen. Rachel's little diatribe kept getting higher in pitch and less understandable as she continued. Puck placed his water glass in the sink and stepped out of the kitchen. When he saw Rachel, he kind of had to swallow a few times because his mouth went dry. That didn't really make a lot of sense because he literally just got through drinking.
Rachel was standing there in a pair of dark jeans that hugged every delicious curve he'd already seen and wanted to see again. She was wearing a purple t-shirt and her dark hair was up in a ponytail. He could only see her side profile because Santana was saying something to her that she wasn't actually listening to because she had yet to shut up. Suddenly, Santana slapped her lightly on her cheek and turned her around so that she was facing him. He smirked and stepped a little closer. Rachel turned her head and glared at Santana.
"You said you would come and get me when he arrived," she hissed. Santana just laughed and replied,
"But it was so much more fun this way." Both Santana and Tina gently pushed her in Puck's direction and she stumbled a little. Puck rushed forward to catch her but she'd already regained her balance by the time he got to her. He ignored the knowing looks the yentas were giving him and looked down at Rachel, who hadn't noticed his attempt to save her from a total face-plant.
"You wanna get outta here," he asked as his hand reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. Rachel groaned and looked behind her.
"Yes please, the yentas are starting to annoy me and there's not even a full Jew between the two of them." Puck released a loud laugh at the fact that Rachel had pretty much made the exact same joke he'd made all the time growing up. When they were teenagers, he called Tina a half-blood ninja because she was only half-Jewish. It had always made her eyes widened with anger. He watched as she glared a little at Rachel but started laughing when Santana whispered something in her ear. Rachel turned back to him and smiled. "Come on, let's go." He nodded towards the door and placed his hands on her waist to turn her around. Just as the apartment door was shutting, Santana yelled,
"Use protection!" Rachel laughed and shook her head. Puck walked beside her to the elevator. Once the doors closed, Rachel turned to him and said,
"Alright, tell me where we're going." Puck just laughed at her and kept his mouth shut. Rachel huffed beside him and crossed her arms. "You know, for a guy on a date, you're being really mean." He laughed again and looked down at her.
"For an adult, you're being whiny." Her mouth dropped open and he couldn't stop laughing. She reached over and pinched him on the bicep. "Hey ow! Now who's being mean?"
Rachel didn't like surprises. The only time she made an exception was for her birthday or awards shows and this was neither.
"Can you at least tell me if I'll like it or not?" Puck just smirked at her. Before she knew it, he had her boxed in the corner of the elevator with his arms blocking her from going anywhere.
"I made you a deal that if this date didn't go well you'd never have to go out with me again. Why in the hell would I pick something for us to do that you wouldn't like?" He was so close, and Rachel really just wanted to lean in and kiss him. She could remember what his body felt like pressed into hers and it'd been far too long since she'd felt that. And then it hit her. He was actually worried that she was going to hold him to their deal and he'd obviously went to some sort of lengths with Santana to make sure that she would in fact enjoy their date. That made her decision for her. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his. When she felt his hands tighten their grip on her hips, she threaded her fingers through his short hair and pulled him even closer. They were so wrapped up in each other that the dinging of the opening elevator door didn't even break them apart. Suddenly, Puck felt someone tapping on his shoulder. He knew it couldn't be Rachel because he could feel both of her hands on the back of his head. As gently as possible, he pulled away from her lips. She looked around him and suddenly her hand flew to her mouth. When he turned around, he was met with a glare from a very irritated looking old lady.
"Miss Berry, I presume that this is Noah?" Both Rachel and Puck wore matching expressions of confusion. Rachel got her bearings back before Puck did and replied,
"Um, yes, Mrs. Goldberg, this is Noah. Noah, Mrs. Goldberg lives in the apartment below Santana's and mine." Puck watched a look of complete horror come across Rachel's face but he didn't understand why. He also didn't know why or how the old lady knew his name. "We'll just be going Mrs. Goldberg. Have a nice day." And with that, Rachel grabbed Puck's hand and practically yanked his arm out of its socket getting him out of the elevator. She didn't let go until they were outside the building and she was leaning against the wall with her face in her hands. The sounds she was making, he couldn't really be sure if she was laughing or crying. He tentatively placed his hand on her shoulder and asked,
"Hey, are you okay?" Rachel inhaled deeply and looked up at Puck with a grin on her face. He took that as a good sign.
"Noah, think back to the last time you were in my apartment. Now ask yourself this. How would someone who lives in my building, who's never met you before, know your name?" Puck thought back to the last time he'd been in her apartment and smiled. He'd fucked her to the point where the only thing she could say was his, oh, that's how the old bat knew his name. He started laughing so hard when he realized it that he had to lean against the wall next to Rachel. Rachel hit him playfully on the arm and tried to sound convincing when she scolded him with, "It's not funny Noah!" Puck just turned his head towards and grinned.
"Keep screaming my name babe, that's what got you into this mess to start with." She slapped his shoulder when he continued to laugh.
"Shut up! I will turn around and walk right back into that building right now if you don't stop laughing this instant Noah Puckerman." Puck's laughter slowed but didn't stop completely and he stepped closer to Rachel. A smile she was trying to hide played on her face and it made him grin as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Go ahead," he breathed against her cheek. "I'll just follow you. Maybe we'll give the old bat lady another show. Maybe we'll take a ride on the elevator just to make sure everybody in the building knows my name." She sucked in a breath and he smiled. "Maybe, just maybe, we'll go make a little noise and see how comfortable Santana and Tina are with other peoples' sexuality." Rachel released a tense laugh that ended up sounding more like a moan and Puck was reminded of how much he liked that sound, and how long it had been since he'd heard it from her lips.
Suddenly, a police car speeding by with the siren on brought them both back down to earth. Rachel placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him out of her space. Puck cleared his throat and backed up just far enough to let Rachel step away from the wall. He laughed at the blush on her face and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Come on, let's go." Rachel groaned beside him and he looked down at her furrowed brow.
"You still won't tell me what we're doing!" Her increasing frustration just made him laugh harder as he ushered her to the edge of the street and hailed a cab. The yellow taxi pulled to a quick stop at the curb and Rachel reached out to open the door. She slid in and Puck followed. He watched her as he told the cabbie their destination. "We're going to Central Park?" He'd known the second that Santana had suggested Central Park that that was where he needed to take Rachel. He knew from being around her that music was a huge part of her life, that was actually one of his favorite things about her, so he knew that their date had to have music involved somehow. Musicians were always playing in the park. He figured they could walk around, watch a few performers, she inevitably would talk a hell of a lot, then they'd go to lunch where she would talk more. He knew what he hoped would happen after that but he sure as hell wasn't gonna say anything about it. She was already jumpy about dating him in the first place because he happened to have diarrhea of the mouth when it came to bragging about his conquests. So on this date, he planned on doing what he always did, not talking and let the girl carry the conversation. The main difference was that he actually planned on listening to Rachel, unlike the other women whom he only pretended to listen to until he managed to get their clothes off. Rachel was different, and when she talked, something interesting was usually coming out.
"Is that alright with you," he asked with a smirk. Knowing where they were going seemed to calm her down a little bit as she nodded her head. With a content smile on her lips, she leaned over and rested her head on Puck's shoulder. For a second, both of them wondered why they were so comfortable with each other already. Technically, this was only a second date. They each pushed the thought from their minds however and looked out the window.
Traffic actually wasn't that bad that day so the taxi stopped within a few minutes not far from an entrance to the park. Rachel opened the door and got out onto the sidewalk. Puck got out and paid the driver before joining her. When Rachel felt him standing behind her, she smirked and turned to face him.
"So, what are we going to be doing at the park?" Puck looked down at her and laughed.
"Geez diva, you gotta know everything don't you?" Rachel just shrugged but her smirk stayed in place.
"It's something I'm used to. I'm still waiting for the Broadway Stars edition of Jeopardy so I can go on and kick some ass. I'm pretty amazing Noah." Puck kept laughing but Rachel continued. "So, are you going to tell me what we're doing here or not?" Puck wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"We're walking Rach, that's what we're doing. Don't worry about the rest." The tone in his voice was the same as Santana's when she was through with a subject. He was stubborn, so she decided not to push it.
"If I ask a question that's not about the itinerary of the date, will you give me a straight answer?" Puck thought for a second. She was pulling him into the conversation, that wasn't part of the plan. But, he figured one question couldn't hurt so he nodded his head. "Okay, what do you normally do on dates?" Puck shook his head.
"Cheater! That's the same question, just a vague version." Rachel shook her head right back at him and pulled away to cross her arms. Puck just replied, "Besides, I told you before, I don't date. Last real one was probably in college and I took this girl in my music theory class out for drinks after a concert we had to go to for class. And, if I remember right, that date actually sucked. The girl was hot but she turned into a total bitch once she started talking. I couldn't stand to be around her anymore so I blew her off. We never spoke after that. Actually, I think she started screwing the professor." Rachel's mouth fell open and he wasn't sure if it was because of what he'd just said or because of his little speech as a whole. "Alright, your turn. What do you normally do on dates?" Rachel stopped walking and turned to face him with her hand held out in front of her. He cocked his eyebrow.
"Give me your iPod," she said simply. Puck just stared at her for a second too long and she huffed out a breath. "I'm serious Noah, let me see it." He pulled his iPod out of his pocket and placed it in her hand. She immediately did the same with hers, placing it in his now empty palm. Then she turned and walked farther into the park, towards one of the benches on the edge of the sidewalk. He followed her and stood in front of her for a second before she finally looked up at him.
"Are you gonna tell me why I handed over my iPod?" She smiled and nodded to the seat beside her. He sat down and stared at her.
If there was anything more important than life itself, it was music. Rachel had actually called off dates before they even really started because of the little exercise she was about to perform with Noah. Because music was such a monumental part of her life, she couldn't stand to be with someone who didn't share in that love. If she didn't have musical chemistry with someone, she couldn't bear the thought of a relationship with them. The fact that Noah seemed so frustrated with his iPod being out of his possession made her happy. Music was evidently a large part of his life, he'd gone to school for it, but she wanted to see if their tastes were anything alike.
"Because, Noah, you asked me what I normally do on dates. This is what I do." Puck exhaled and looked down at the purple iPod in his hands. "To see if I have musical chemistry with someone, which by the way is just as important as sexual chemistry, I look into their musical tastes. So, I trade musical devices with whoever I'm with and look through their collection." He smirked at her and chuckled.
"You're a music dork," he laughed. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip as she looked down at the iPod in her hands as she scrolled through his artists.
"But you said I was a hot dork last night, like a librarian," she commented casually. He turned his head back to her and saw the smirk on her full mouth. He did say that. He fully stood by himself saying that. He figured he might as well look through her stuff too. As he was scrolling down the ginormous list of artists and composers on her iPod, she gasped beside him. "You have the soundtrack to Sweeny Todd! The original production and the movie soundtrack! Oh my god, Fiddler on the Roof! And Chicago!" His immediate response was defensive mode.
"So what! Sweeny Todd and Chicago are badass and Fiddler on the Roof is because my mom made me see it all the damn time as a kid." Rachel just laughed beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Noah, I think it's wonderful that you," but he wasn't listening, not fully. Something on her iPod caught his eye. He'd skipped over to the playlists because really, those are the songs you listen to the most, and the name of one piqued his interest entirely. It was titled 'Playtime'. As he scrolled through the list of songs, he realized just what playtime meant. Lil' Wayne's 'Lollipop' was the first on the list. A little farther down was 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails quickly followed by 'Sex Therapy' by Robin Thicke. Some chick named Bria Valente had a song titled 'Here Eye Come' and that definitely sounded like a song he needed to hear. His eyes were wide as he stared down at the iPod in his hands. He was looking at Rachel's sex playlist!
Rachel leaned over to see what had made him zone out. When she realized what he was looking at, she couldn't help laughing a little. Her laugh startled him a little and he turned his head to face her again.
"You, you, you have a," he stuttered off and she laughed again.
"A playlist for sex, yes Noah, I do. Is that a problem?" The only problem in Puck's mind was that he wasn't fucking her to that playlist right there on the park bench!
"Uh, um, no, I'm good." Rachel giggled and turned back to the iPod in her fingers. She'd already been a little surprised by the fact that Noah had the musical genre fairly well represented on his iPod. His iPod was the male equivalent of hers. There wasn't really a genre that she knew of that wasn't there in her hands. It was stunning. She definitely had musical chemistry with him, and that made her want to jump him in the middle of the park! She heard a shocked chuckle escape his lips and she turned to him once more.
"What," she quirked.
"You got everything on here! It's kinda weird, I wasn't expecting half of that." Rachel smiled at him and nodded her head.
"Well I'm a firm believer in the saying 'the more you love music, the more music you love'. I must say, I wasn't expecting such a wide variety from you either. It's refreshing." Puck grinned back at her and they traded back. When the iPods were securely back in their owners' pockets, Puck stood up and held his hand out to her.
"Come on, there's this Cuban kid that plays guitar you gotta hear. His spot's just up here." Rachel took his hand with a smile and stood up beside him.
"So," she started, "how did you get into musicals?" He shot her a skeptic glance before turning his head back forward.
"I'm not into musicals. I'm into music. My mom made me take piano when I was little. I started guitar when I was ten and I've been playing ever since. The community theatre in my home town put on Fiddler so, naturally, my Crazy Jew mother made me and my little sister go and see it. I hated it. But the whole concept of it, telling a story through music, that's what made me like the idea of them better." Rachel smiled up at him. That was an amazing answer that she certainly hadn't been expecting from him. He kept surprising her and she loved it. "When I moved to New York, I made a deal with my mom and my sister that whenever they came to visit, I would take them to a show. My sister happened to be on a Disney kick one time so I took her to see Beauty & the Beast." Rachel laughed and suddenly thought of something she'd been keeping in the back of her mind since they all had breakfast together that one morning.
"Noah, would you play for me?" Puck stopped in his tracks.
"What?"
"I would like to hear you play guitar sometime. Mike was very adamant about your superiority on the instrument and to get into college on a scholarship for an instrument, one must be exceptionally talented at said instrument. It makes a girl curious. You might as well agree, because I'm telling you right now that I won't stop asking until you give in. When I want something, I'm kind of ruthless. I want to hear you play." And suddenly, Puck knew, should he ever be in doubt for some apocalyptic reason, exactly how to gain entrance into Rachel's pants. He smirked at her and leaned down to whisper in her ear,
"Sure, I've been dying to see what kind of panties you're wearing today anyway. When I play, they're gonna be dripping babe." Rachel just laughed and pushed him away from her.
"You're disgusting," she quipped. Puck just grinned back at her and wrapped his arm around her waist before he continued walking.
They walked in silence until they came upon the young boy Puck had spoken of earlier. Rachel stared in awe of the child behind the guitar. The instrument practically dwarfed him but he played with such skill that it didn't matter. An older gentleman was standing off to the side and Rachel assumed it was the boy's father. As soon as the song he was playing ended, the little boy started running over to where Puck and Rachel were standing.
"Puck," he yelled as he jumped off the ground into Noah's arms. Rachel stepped back a little in surprise and watched as the child threw his arms around Noah's neck. The little boy couldn't have been more than six or seven and he was absolutely adorable. Rachel smiled at the two of them and wondered how Puck knew the little prodigy. Just then, he turned his head and saw her. "Who are you," he asked Rachel and Puck laughed as he set the boy back on the ground.
"Miguel, this is Rachel. She's a friend of mine. You should play her something." Miguel looked back at Rachel and smiled sheepishly. Without a word, he turned around and ran back to his father. Rachel was about to ask Noah how he knew the child but then he laughed and said, "When me and Mike first moved here, we lived in an apartment building across from a Cuban restaurant. The food was pretty good so we went there all the time. Miguel's family owns the place and his dad had this stage set up so Miguel could play for customers. The first time I heard him was insane. That kid plays stuff that takes me days to learn. I was walking through the park one afternoon after classes and I saw him playing. Man, he could barely hold up a guitar but he could play. Turns out, his older brother was in my music composition class and told his dad I played. So they invited me to play with Miguel at the restaurant one night. He's a pretty cool kid. Since I graduated, I'm not on that end of town anymore but I like to come to the park and see him every once in a while. I thought you'd like him." The child ran back over to Noah and skidded to a stop in front of him, almost running into his knees.
"Puck, you gotta play too." Noah knelt down in front of the little boy and shook his head.
"Sorry kid, I don't have my guitar with me today." Miguel was undeterred and placed his tiny hand on Puck's shoulder.
"Papa brought his! You have to play too!" Then he turned his big brown eyes on Rachel and pouted up at her. "Make him play." Rachel laughed at the little boy and looked at Noah.
"You did tell me that I could hear you play. And really, can you say 'no' to that face?" Miguel released a laugh that was so innocent, it was sinister. Puck sighed and smirked as he stood up.
"Alright you win." Miguel whooped and ran back over to his father. Rachel watched as the older man started opening the guitar case at his side. Suddenly, Noah ran his hand up her arm and leaned in close to her. "Try to keep the panty-flying to a minimum. I'm the only one that gets to see those, babe." Rachel gasped and he quickly pressed his lips to hers. Just when she wanted to deepen it, he pulled away with a smirk and walked over to Miguel and his father.
Rachel watched as he pulled the guitar strap over his head and stood beside the little boy. Miguel did the same and placed his fingers on the frets. They didn't say anything to each other, just started playing. It seemed like some sort of Spanish guitar duel. Miguel would play a few bars and then Noah would play the same thing a little faster. They had this little dance about them, like they were circling each other. She watched Noah getting closer to Miguel, the look of concentration on his face was beautiful. The tempo increased and suddenly they were playing together. Miguel stepped forward and swayed his hips to the music he played and then stomped his foot in Noah's direction. Noah then copied him and she couldn't help but clap her hands together. The music was captivating and Miguel was incredible. But Rachel found it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes off of Noah. He looked so, free. She was astounded by the look in his hazel eyes, the way his fingers moved on the frets, his steps on the concrete. It all wove together to create an insanely addictive combination that she knew she could never hear or see enough of.
That's when she realized he'd been right. Her body had betrayed her. The moisture pooling at the meeting of her thighs was ridiculous. He was just playing music with a little boy! But then he turned his head and looked at her, his smile reached his eyes and she couldn't get over how turned on she was.
The song ended and Miguel handed his guitar to his father. When Puck had handed the guitar off as well, Miguel pulled him down for a hug. It was adorable. Then suddenly, Miguel started to run in Rachel's direction, completely ignoring the small crowd clapping like crazy. When he got to her, he looked up at her and grinned.
"Did you like it Rachel?" Puck had followed Miguel back over and said,
"Yeah Rach, did you like it?" The way Miguel had posed the question was completely innocent. However, Puck's lecherous inflection made the same question anything but. She quirked her eyebrow at his smirk and turned her attention back to the little boy in front of her.
"I loved it Miguel. You were outstanding. You should be very proud of yourself." Miguel blushed but then replied,
"I am." Puck laughed and ruffled his hair. He turned around and looked up at Puck. "Are you gonna stay and play another one Puck?" Puck squatted down and placed his palm on Miguel's shoulder.
"Sorry kid but me and Rach are gonna have to get going." The little boy pouted but Puck just laughed. "Hey, none of that dude. I promise I'll come by the restaurant sometime next week alright? Is that cool with you?" Miguel smiled and nodded his head quickly. "Alright dude, so I'll see you later. Keep playing kid." Miguel gave him one final hug before running off back towards his father. Rachel laughed as she watched him go and then looked at Puck standing in front of her. His smirk was infuriating.
"What," she asked.
"I was right." Rachel crossed her arms.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're referring to Noah." Rachel turned away from him and started to walk away. Puck immediately grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back towards him. He bent his head to her neck and placed his lips against her pulse.
"Berry, you might be an award-winning actress but you suck at lying." Rachel laughed nervously at the compliment/insult and turned around. He kept his hands on her body to hold her in place. She'd already slept with him once. She knew she it was useless to bother hiding what he did to her.
"Fine Noah, what would you like me to say? Yes, I'm insanely turned on after watching you perform. You were right. I'm so hot for you right now. I could throw you down on a park bench and have my way with you. Is that what you want to hear?" She wanted to laugh at the complete look of shock on his angled face. He blinked a few times before chuckling nervously.
"Not what I was expecting but I'll take it babe. Come on, I'm hungry." Rachel rolled her eyes and groaned at what she was certain was an innuendo. Puck just laughed and said, "relax, I meant actual food. Get your head out of the gutter Rach." Rachel laughed and shoved him playfully before settling her eyes on his.
"Perhaps you've rubbed off on me Noah." His grin was lascivious as he pulled her a little closer.
"Oh I'm gonna do more than rub off on you diva." He leaned down but just before his lips closed over hers, a flash from the corner of his eye caught his attention. He groaned at the worst timing in the world but didn't turn his head. "Uh Rach, the paps found you." Rachel pulled away with a muttered Yiddish swear and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry Noah. I don't even know why they're following me. The show doesn't even start rehearsals for another two weeks. I kind of wish the Hilton sisters would get drunk at a party so they would have someone else to stalk." He smiled at her frustration and cupped her cheek before leaning down and kissing her soundly on the lips. He didn't deepen it like he wanted to but pulled back after a second.
"Don't worry about it. Let's go get lunch." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and started leading her in the opposite direction of where the flash had come from.
They continued through the park, heading towards another entrance that would lead back to the street, and saw a few more performers along the way. Rachel got recognized by a couple of tourists who asked for her autograph and a photo with them. Puck thought it was a little funny, as he took the picture for them, that Rachel was so polite to her fans. She was so down to earth with everyone, even people that obviously idolized her. She could have anybody she wanted, and there she was in the park with him, on a date. That thought made him chuckle as she said her goodbyes to the couple and rejoined him. She curved her arm through his and they started walking again.
When they reached the restaurant, the hostess seated them at a table and took their drink order. They were in the middle of a very entertaining conversation about the time Mike and Puck screened Tina's first boyfriend when they were in the eighth grade and ended up scaring the shit out of him when they both heard "Rachel" from across the restaurant. Rachel's and Puck's heads whipped around to the direction of the voice and Rachel's eyes grew wide when she realized who it was.
"Jesse?" Puck watched the curly-haired prick stroll over to their table and his eyes flashed with anger at the way Rachel's eyes, normally so sure and serene, seemed to look uneasy with his unwelcome presence. "Um, how are you?" Puck thought the Jesse guy looked a little smug as he stared down his nose at him. Puck stood his ground and stared right back. Keeping his eyes on Puck, Jesse answered,
"Rachel, I heard through the grape vine that you were cast as Maria. You must be proud." Rachel didn't like the snide undertone in her ex-boyfriend's voice, like he was better than everything around him.
"Actually Jesse I am. Thank you for asking. This is Noah Puckerman, he's a close friend of mine. Noah, this is Jesse St. James, my ex-boyfriend." Puck broke his glare to look at Rachel. He couldn't believe that Rachel would've ever dated this guy. He seemed like a complete asshole.
"Charmed I'm sure," Jesse commented casually and turned to Rachel. "So Rach, I was thinking that maybe we could get together sometime and talk about your show. Perhaps you could introduce me to your director." Rachel started laughing and it confused the hell out of both Puck and Jesse. She shook her head and when she looked up, Puck saw a fire in her eyes that was kind of scary.
"Who do you think you're kidding Jesse? You don't want to talk about the show. You just want to talk about yourself, like always. I'm sure you haven't changed much over the years. Let me guess, your little stream of chorus girls has started to wane and you thought you'd come screw up my life again? Sorry honey, I'm not the naïve starlet I once was and I have zero interest in 'getting together' with you to talk about anything. Now if you'll excuse us, Noah and I were in the middle of a conversation that you interrupted." Rachel smiled to herself at the shell-shocked look on Jesse's face. He was no doubt surprised at the backbone she'd grown into since she'd seen him last, over four years before. She could tell by the way he spoke and carried himself that he was possibly even more narcissistic now than he was when she'd left him for cheating on her. When Jesse turned towards Puck, he couldn't help smirking at him. Without another word, he walked off and Rachel let out a breath. "I'm so sorry Noah. Jesse is a little," she paused, trying to find the appropriate word. Puck beat her to the punch.
"He's a total douchebag," he stated simply. Rachel laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
"I was going to say pretentious but your word works just as well." Puck laughed and paused as the waitress returned with their drinks and took their order. When she left, he turned back to her and asked,
"So, if he's such a douche, why did you date him?" Rachel smiled fondly across the table and took a sip from her water before answering.
"He didn't start out that way. He used to be very nice. He's very talented but his talent became overshadowed by the fact that he thinks he's better than everyone around him. I started noticing the way he treated people and I didn't like it at all. I started dating him while I was in Mama Mia, he was my first male lead on Broadway so I became attached fairly easily. The critics didn't exactly love his performance and he became bitter, claiming that I upstaged him. Eventually, I caught him cheating on me with a chorus girl and I broke it off." Rachel laughed at the memory and Puck shifted in his seat.
"Why the hell would he cheat on you?" Rachel shrugged her shoulders took another sip.
"I stopped asking myself that question years ago. I'm more certain of myself now than I ever was with him. I don't need to waste time wondering why he saw fit to cavort with sluts behind my back. I'm happy now. Besides, it's his loss not mine." Puck couldn't help grinning. She was so damn beautiful when she was confident. It turned him on more than he cared to admit. Puck raised his glass slightly and clinked it against hers.
"His loss is my gain." Rachel smiled at him and drank deeply from her glass.
Puck had just restarted his story about the running off of Tina's first boyfriend when their food came. As they ate, Rachel couldn't help thinking that she'd never been so comfortable on any date she'd ever been on. But, aside from her best girlfriends, she'd never been as comfortable with anyone as she was with Noah. Puck kept thinking that if dating was this easy, he should've tried it a long time ago. But then, he realized that it wasn't the date that was easy, it was being with Rachel. They both really wanted to keep the other around.
After they finished eating, Puck led Rachel out onto street. He was about to call for a cab when he felt Rachel's hand on his arm tugging him back.
"Would you like to go for a walk Noah?" Puck looked at the smile on her face and realized that he couldn't say no to her even if he wanted to. He nodded his head and Rachel easily slipped her arm through his and started walking. He kept the fact that their date had started with a walk through the park to himself. He didn't really care what they did.
They walked down the street a little ways when Rachel heard the distinct rumble of thunder. When she looked up in the sky, the storm clouds she saw were violent and dark. She hadn't watched the weather that morning and the day had been lovely so far so she'd given no thought to the possibility of a sudden storm. But then suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky followed quickly by a deafening clap of thunder. And then the bottom dropped out.
Puck loved rain. When he was little, it would always help him go to sleep until a loud boom of thunder would wake his little sister up and she would come running into his room because she was scared. But then, he would just hold her until she went back to sleep and then did the same. But this, this wasn't rain. This was like somebody ran over a fireplug and it was literally pouring down on them. He looked at Rachel who had stopped beside him, her arm still stuck through his, and saw the smile on her face. She was looking straight up into the sky, letting the rain fall over her face. She laughed and it made him smile as she turned her head towards him.
"I love rain," she said. Puck laughed and nodded his head as he blinked water from his eyes.
"Me too." He really liked that she wasn't squealing and running under some awning to stay dry. She didn't really seem worried about staying dry at all. If her body language was any indication at all, she wanted it to rain harder. When she started walking again, it was the same leisurely pace as before. They walked for a few more blocks, going nowhere in particular and just enjoying the rain against their skin, when Puck realized how close they were to his apartment. He felt Rachel shiver beside him and he let go of her long enough shrug his soaked shirt off and place it around her shoulders. "Come on," he said, "my place is just up the street." Rachel tugged the shirt closer to her body and took the time to admire the way his Led Zeppelin shirt clung to the pectoral muscles she knew to be perfect and bronze.
They walked a little farther up the street, not really in a hurry to get out of the rain, and came to a building just a bit smaller than the one Rachel called home. He pulled her up the steps and into the small lobby where the elevators were located. The air conditioning was on and Rachel suddenly felt even more chilled than she'd been outside. She really didn't need to get sick so close to starting rehearsals for the biggest role of her life. Puck pushed the up button on the panel and the doors dinged open.
"Noah, do you think I could dry off when we get up to your apartment?" He looked down at her and chuckled. It seemed as though she could even make the 'wet rat' look work for her. She still looked fucking hot!
"Shouldn't be a problem." The doors opened and he led her down the hall with his hand on the small of her back. He pulled his keys out of his back pocket and unlocked the door. When they walked inside, Rachel was a little surprised.
She'd been in guys' apartments before. One thing they all had in common was the mess that was usually present. But as she looked around Noah's apartment, she felt comfortable. It had that 'lived in' quality and she really liked that. She saw the keyboard and guitars against the wall and smiled. The television set in the corner was a normal size, also somewhat unexpected, and beside it was a bookshelf full of DVDs and books. Noah cleared his throat behind her and she turned around.
"You want some different clothes to wear while those dry?" She nodded her head and Noah motioned for her to follow him. They walked down the short hall to his bedroom and she watched as he pulled a drawer open. He pulled out a pair of shorts with a drawstring and then walked over to his closet and pulled out another button-up like the one of his she already had on. He handed them to her and said, "Bathroom's across the hall if you want to change. But you know, you can change in here. I don't mind." Rachel laughed and shook her head as she walked across the hall.
When she shut the door to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was glad that her stage training had conditioned her to wear waterproof make-up because you sweat a lot on stage. Some of her hair had made its way out of the ponytail and was plastered to her forehead. She pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and used the towel on the rack to dry her hair a little bit. When she pulled the wet clothes off of her body, she contemplated whether or not to leave her undergarments on. A wet bra and panties did not seem very comfortable so she quickly unhooked her bra and slid her underwear down her legs. She pulled the shorts on and tugged the drawstrings as tight as they would go before pulling the shirt up her arms and buttoning it up about halfway. When she opened the bathroom door, Noah was standing there in his own doorway. He'd changed into a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.
"You want me to throw your clothes in the dryer?" She handed her neatly folded clothes to him and nodded her head.
"Thank you Noah." He grinned at her and walked down the hall to the closet where his washer/dryer was located. He couldn't get over how gorgeous she looked in his clothes. She'd had to roll the shirtsleeves up a little because they were too long for her. She didn't button the shirt up all the way and the skin he saw below her neck was as smooth and as perfect as he remembered. The way the shorts fell just below her knees, for some reason, looked incredible. When he turned back down the hall, she wasn't standing outside the bathroom anymore.
Seeing Noah in nothing but his sweatpants brought back every tantalizing memory from the first time she'd seen him without a shirt. His body was perfect, absolutely spectacular. The pants sat low on his hips to reveal the flawless expanse of skin, tinged with a small trail of hair that led down to a place she knew to be more than happy. She found herself getting hot so she made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she was filling her glass, she noticed a sheet of paper hanging on the refrigerator door. When she walked over to it to get a better look, she laughed out loud when she realized what it was. It was 'clean bill of health' from a clinic downtown. It made her smile because he took the responsibility to get tested in the first place. When she saw the date on the sheet, she grinned a little more. The results had come the day they'd met. Knowing that he was clean gave her an idea that she always had fun showing off with.
"Hey Rach, where'd you go?" She heard his voice coming closer down the hallway and before she could answer, he appeared in the doorway. "What are you doing in here?"
"I was thirsty," she replied with a smile. He nodded his head and stepped closer to her in the kitchen. When he took the glass from her hands and raised it to his lips, she suddenly felt very parched again. His eyes stayed on hers until the liquid was gone from the glass and he sat it down on the counter. Without warning, Rachel lunged forward and attached her lips to his. Noah immediately wrapped his arms around her waist as she deepened the kiss. When he felt her tongue slide across his lip, he groaned out loud and pushed his hands down over her ass to grind her body into his. Rachel suddenly pushed against him, but not like she was trying to push him away. Just, like she wanted him to move. Noah was able to back out the kitchen but hit the wall soon after. That was when Rachel pulled away from his lips. The look in her eyes was scary, in a totally sexy intense kind of way though. That kind of scary was perfectly okay.
Rachel leaned in and closed her lips over his nipple, loving the way she could hear his heartbeat speeding up. When she started to sink down to her knees, she delighted in the very audible "holy shit" that came from his lips. She kept her eyes locked on his as she slithered down his body. She'd never experienced as much of a thrill over what she was about to do as she did with him. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was addictive, as was his heated gaze. When she tucked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, he hit his head against the wall behind him. Never one for too much pretense, Rachel laved her tongue around the tip for a few seconds until his eyes met hers again. She wanted him to watch. She closed her fingers around the base and pulled them forward. His legs nearly fell out from under him when her tongue swept down his shaft and curled around his balls. They were tightening already and she'd just fucking started! How the hell did she do that! As if she could sense it, her hand came up and gripped him lightly as she tugged him down just a little. The pressure was still there, but it wasn't as threatening now. As she rolled his balls in her hand, her mouth suddenly locked around his cock. She moved her head closer, taking him deeper, and he felt himself hit the back of her throat. This was normally the part where the chick pulled away. He should have known that nothing was normal about Rachel. When she started to swallow and her throat clinched around him, Noah yelled out a very nice "oh fuck Rachel!" that made her smile. The tip of her tongue was stroking the underside of him. The small bobbing motion of her head coupled with the rhythmic swallowing she kept doing was driving him insane. The colors in the room started spinning! As if all that wasn't enough already, she started humming and the result was this crazy vibrating sensation that was too damn much. The pressure kept building and he knew the release was right there but his brain was too fucking clouded to care. Rachel pinched her fingers between his boys just lightly but it was enough to make him let out another lust-induced yell. He forced himself to focus his gaze on the woman on her knees in front him. The sight of her mouth sliding up and down his throbbing shaft was so fucking hot. What was even hotter was the fact that he knew she was in complete control of whether or not he found that release.
"Berry," he screamed when it got to be too much. He knew he was gonna fucking explode if he didn't come in the next few seconds. But the look she gave him through her lidded gaze told him he'd said the wrong thing. "Shit, Rachel, just," and before he could even think of what the rest of that sentence was going to be, she pushed her hand up and swallowed deeply. A random outburst of expletives mixed with a little psychobabble spewed from his lips as he came hard in her mouth. Rachel kept swallowing, drawing him impossibly deeper into her mouth, and Puck kept coming. When the last drop left his body, she started to pull her head back. Her lips closed over his tip one last time before she released him with a 'pop' and sat back on her knees. He barely had time to pull his sweats back up before he slid down the wall to the ground. She was wearing this excessively self-satisfied smirk on her face as she brought her fingers across her lip. "Good god woman, what the fuck was that!" Rachel laughed and moved so she was sitting beside him. He was still trying to catch his breath when she answered,
"It's called fellatio Noah, but there are other more colorful terms for it." He turned his head to look at her and saw the laughter in her eyes.
"How did you do that?" Rachel laughed again and ran her hands over the tops of her thighs as she shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't have a gag reflex. It comes in handy at times." Her fake modesty made him laugh out loud as he leaned his head back against the wall. "Did you enjoy it," she asked knowingly.
"Are you fucking kidding me! You're insane." She laughed and stared at him for a second.
"Today has been really fun Noah. You've shown me a different side to yourself and I appreciate that." Noah smirked at her and replied,
"Well if that's what I get for showing you a different side, I got a few more sides you might wanna check out." Rachel laughed again and nudged his shoulder with hers in joking reprimand. Suddenly, he stood back up and held his hand out to her. She took it and let him lead her back into his bedroom. When he'd given her the change of clothes, she'd emptied her pockets on his dresser so her iPod was sitting there beside her cell phone. He grabbed the player and quickly hooked it up to his stereo. She walked over behind him and asked,
"What are you doing?" He just leaned down and captured her lips with his for a second before answering.
"Oh we're totally testing out that sex playlist you got babe. I needed you under me like yesterday." Rachel giggled in response and walked over to his bed, unbuttoning the shirt as she stepped. When she let it fall to the ground, he was right behind her as the sounds of Bria Valente's "Elixir" floated around the room. She could feel him against her bare back, he was already hard as steel again.
She turned around and stared up into his eyes. There was something lingering just beneath the surface of his heady gaze, something intense that she couldn't quite place. But when he pushed his shorts down her legs and guided her back onto the bed, she dismissed the thought of heated gazes and loaded looks and instead focused on his lips over hers and his body filling her completely.
Rachel awoke the next morning on the couch and unable to move, partly because of the way the muscles in her thighs were aching and partly because of the strong arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. Her pillow happened to be somewhat hard as it was his firm forearm. She could feel his breath tickling her neck and she really liked it. Suddenly, his arms tightened and he groaned as he woke up.
"Hey," he said groggily. She smiled when his lips pressed against her neck. He sucked on her skin, just hard enough to mark her. His thumb rubbed over her hip bone and they both sighed. After a second, he rose up behind her and said, "So, did I pass? Do I get another date?" Rachel laughed and turned over in his arms to look at him.
"I think that can be arranged." Noah grinned back at her and kissed her lips. When his tongue slipped passed her lips and melded with hers, he shifted so that he was on top of her. She moaned against his lips as his hands started to drift down her body. "Noah, can you, oh my god Noah," her breaths became gasps as his fingers fluttered at her entrance but never actually entered her. When he pulled back and stared down at her flushed face, he couldn't help thinking (for like the billionth time) that she was just so beautiful.
"Shower," he asked. Rachel laughed and nodded her head.
Once they both stepped out of the shower, feeling considerably dirtier than when they'd stepped into it, Puck walked down the hall to retrieve her clothes from the dryer. When he pulled her shirt out, it was noticeably smaller than when he'd put it in. He walked into his room where Rachel was braiding her hair and held the shirt up in front of his body.
"Um, sorry?" Rachel turned around at the sound his voice and saw her t-shirt in his hands. She started laughing. Her t-shirt had shrunk about two sizes and looked like she'd bought it in the children's section. But the funniest thing about the whole situation was Noah's face! She walked over and grabbed the shirt out of his hands, still laughing.
"Noah, it's fine. It's just a shirt. Don't worry about it." He looked a little embarrassed as he scratched his head.
"Well, you know, chicks are usually crazy about their clothes and shit." Rachel shot him a look and said,
"Do you still have my dad's shirt I let you wear the other day? I could just wear that instead." Noah walked over to his closet and pulled the Harvard shirt out. She pulled it over her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Noah came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he looked at their reflection in the mirror, he was reminded of the picture Santana had taken of them that first morning after, his I.D. picture for when Rachel called him. They looked good. That's when he realized that he didn't want her to go.
Rachel stared at their reflection in the mirror and was taken aback. She couldn't deny that they looked amazing together. She didn't want to leave his apartment, she didn't want to leave him. It was insane. She looked down at her father's shirt and suddenly remembered.
"Noah, I still have your shirt. You should come with me back to my place to get it." She knew her excuse was flimsy and she could tell by the look in Noah's eyes that he knew it too. But he just smiled back at her and nodded his head.
"Alright, let's go."
As they rode the elevator up to Rachel's floor, he cornered her again. His kiss bruised her lips and his grip was firm. So, so good. As the doors opened up, they stepped out into her hall and walked down to the apartment. She didn't expect Santana to be home because of work so she pulled her keys out and went to unlock the door. Just as she pushed the key into the lock, Noah's hands gripped her hips and turned her around. He darted his tongue into her mouth and he turned the key in the lock to open the door. She smiled against his lips and backed into the apartment, pulling him with her. They both heard a throat clear in the room and Noah looked up to see two men standing in her living room with their arms crossed. He quickly pulled away from Rachel and pushed her so she was behind him.
"What the fuck! Who are you?" he yelled. Rachel looked around Noah and gasped.
"Dad? Daddy?"
a/n 2: hey guys! I found that I really like doing prompt fics so if you have any prompts that you would like me to tackle, please pm them to me. I had so much fun with "Out Tonight" for Brooke and I'm really interested in doing some more one-shots from prompts. So anyway, if you have any prompts, send them my way please! Love you guys! Review!