A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the slight delay in updating this story! This weekend I went to Stagecoach and had a new spark of inspiration, so I scrapped what little I had and wrote this. I finally had some time to do some writing today, so I finished up the chapter and here we are! I hope it's fluffy enough! I wanted some sweet moments even though their relationship is fabricated. Please review! I love to reply to them; they make my day! Let me know how you liked this chapter. Do you have any ideas for new chapters? I don't really know where to go... Any suggestions? Thanks guys and have a great day!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except my own ideas. That's it, because if I owned glee, Puckleberry would have been in play since 1x8 "Mash-Up" (my favorite episode!).
Summary: Puck and Rachel meet at Rachel's audition for a movie. Puck's a director; Rachel's an up-and-coming actress. Puck realizes he has real feelings for her the first time she kisses her love interest in the movie during one of their scenes. Does Rachel have the same feelings? AU. Puckleberry ending. Starts with OC/Rachel. Glee characters do come into the story.
Chapter 7:
So, we all know Puck's a BAMF. His badass status scored him two All Access passes to Coachella. Yeah, I know. He's a fucking stud.
It's been a couple weeks since Puck and Rachel "came out," and everything's been going pretty fucking well, thank god. Puck's a little bit disappointed, though, 'cause like kisses and cuddles and hand holding is like the most they've done, 'cause he doesn't think she would be down for some nookie on streets. Damn it. I guess that's good, 'cause they're gonna be in public a lot this weekend. Score.
"Noah? Are you ready to go?" Rachel asks behind him.
He turns away from the mini fridge to see her looking hot as fuck. She's wearing these jean shorts that should be illegal with a tank top thing that is white and see-through, rolled and tied so he can almost see her belly button. And, he can definitely see some of her black bikini where the shirt had drooped from the weight of her aviator style sunglasses. Her fedora looks pretty damn sexy with her hair curled on the bottoms. Damn.
"I'm ready if you are, babe," he says with a smirk. "By the way, you look hot as fuck."
She blushes and looks down subconsciously before saying, "Thanks, Noah. You look very nice as well."
He inspects his loose purple V-neck and shorts and shrugs while adjusting the Ray Ban sunglasses balanced on his own fedora. "Thanks," he says, flexing his arm for good measure. "We should get going though, right?"
"Right," Rachel says, picking up a big ass purse with long straps. It held like everything: blankets, water, sunglass cases, etc.
They walk out of the hotel and catch the Cardiff bus arms around each other. In the bus, they might sneak a couple kisses here and there.
The couple stood in line at the Ferris wheel. The line was pretty long, so they were just passing the time.
They were on their phones, when Rachel lifted her phone and went on her tiptoes. She nudged his shoulder and whispered, "Hey," in his ear.
Puck lifted his head up, pushing his sunglasses back onto the crook of his nose. He put his face next to hers, crouching down to her size and smirked.
"One, two, three."
Right before she snapped the picture, he moved his face so his lips landed on her cheek. It was a shock to Rachel, but it was welcomed. When she brought the phone down so they could both see, they smiled and looked at each other. It looked really cute.
"Hey, I wanna take a pic," Puck said, moving his phone up.
This time, she kissed him on the cheek. The photo was just as cute as the last one, and they both posted the pictures onto different apps they had: Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, etc.
The Ferris wheel finally went to a full stop before the gondola flap opened and they got in, with the help of one of the Coachella employees.
Rachel was surprised when he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight.
"It's nice, isn't it?" he questioned in her ear.
Rachel nodded. The ride started moving, before stopping again. She cried, "Oh, God. We're gonna die. We're gonna die. Why isn't it moving?"
"They just moved the thing forward so other people could fill in on the other lifts," Puck replied with a chuckle. He took her calves and dragged her legs onto his lap so they were cuddling.
Rachel blushed and laughed, burying her face in his chest.
"Hey, we should get a couple pictures up here, right?" he asked shifting so he could dig through his pockets for his phone.
"Yeah, definitely," she said, unlocking her iPhone. She switched the setting of the camera to front facing.
"Say cheese, baby!" he exclaimed when she looked up.
The two took a lot of pictures in the short time they were on the ride. There were goofy and sweet pictures. It was a great way to document their relationship.
"It's been a great day so far, Noah." Rachel sighed dreamily later that day. It was around four and they were cuddling in the Al Haagen (the owner) Tiki Hut on black leather couches. They were snacking on some chips and Famous Amos cookies they had put in plastic cups along with a couple of cocktails.
Puck murmured and nodded in agreement. "You wanna go back out, baby? Maybe we could get something to eat."
Rachel nodded and stood up, holding her hand out for him to grab. They exited the gates, and headed out toward the main section. Their All Access passes allowed them to go anywhere, except behind the Main Stage. Most people either had General Admission or VIP passes, which only permitted them into specific places.
After walking around the food booths, Rachel and Puck decided on New York-style pizza and a bottle of water to share. They sat on the steps looking out toward the main stage, huddled close.
They ate their pizzas with gusto, sipping on water in between bites. Even though it was good, it wasn't nearly as filling as they had thought it would be, so they bought a French pastry to split. The pastry consisted of layers of puff pastry, custard, and chocolate. It was very rich, but very delicious. However, the people selling them did not look French at all with their arms full of tattoos and their hair dyed atrocious colors. They were very kind though.
Finishing their meal, they stood up and threw away their paper plates, and then started walking around. Fifteen minutes later, Puck decided he was too hot, so he handed Rachel the water and took off his shirt. Rachel did not ogle his chest or his six pack or his nipple ring. It's just—she was—she's short okay? So maybe she was just face-to-face with his chest okay? It's the only explanation, damn it.
"You like what you see, babe?" he asked as he flexed his pecs.
Rachel rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned around to walk away, trying to hide her very obvious blush that had traveled down to her neck. Before she could take a step, he caught her wrist, turning her around again. He let go of her, but then cradled her face in his calloused hands, and bent down to kiss her. The kiss was soft and gentle and sweet. In seconds, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer and closed her eyes. His thumbs rubbed against her cheeks comfortingly.
"Get a room, bitches," someone snarled behind them.
The couple parted, looking up to see a smirking Latino woman. Puck draped his arm possessively around her waist. Rachel did the same, slipping her hand under the shirt to rub his back.
"'Sup, Santan," Puck exclaimed. "I didn't know you were gonna be at Coachella."
Santana was in charge of the movie's publicity. She was the one that notified the press about Puck and Rachel's relationship.
"Brit and I decided that it's the best place to get drunk and party, so we called some people and got some tickets," she explained.
Brittany was Santan's girlfriend.
"Is she here now?" Rachel queried.
"She went to go take a piss," she said, waving her hand toward the general direction of the porta potties.
Rachel rolled her eyes. Santana was like Puck in a girl's body, potty-mouth and all.
The group talked aimlessly until Brittany came back from the restroom. Then, they decided to go toward the Mainstage and listen to the music. They spread out blankets to lie on. Rachel laid on Puck's stomach, while their companions sat next to them.
Puck was adjusting the waistband on his boxers when he opened the bathroom door to the bedroom. They had gotten back to the hotel around midnight, before both taking their showers. It was almost one in the morning now, and they were both tired.
He found Rachel facing the vanity, brushing her hair. She was wearing a loose T-shirt with short-shorts. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.
She trailed her eyes from his face to his boxers. His smirk grew larger by every passing second.
Rachel cleared her throat as she stood up before saying, "We should go to bed, right?"
"Yeah, whatever you want, babe," he said.
They walked to the queen bed, each getting a corner of the sheets to pull down. Rachel and Puck climbed in, one after the other.
"I didn't know you had a tattoo," she whispered when he shifted to his left for a second. "You put your shirt back on when Santana and Brittany came, so I never got to see them."
"Well, you know," he said uninterested. "You got any tats?"
"A couple," she answered noncommittally.
"Show me 'em?" he asked, pulling the covers down.
She nodded, pushing her shirt out of the way and her shorts down a couple inches. She moved to lie on her tummy so he could see the tattoo on her left hip. Puck propped his head on his hand, tracing a small delicate music note with a star to the right of it. Before he could think it through, he bent down and kissed it. The smooch caused Rachel to shiver, goose bumps breaking out everywhere. She looked over her shoulder to see a pair of lust filled hazel eyes.
"Good night," Puck said, pulling her shirt back down.
Rachel looked confused for a split second before nodding and whispering back. She turned off the light, and instead of moving back to her side, she made herself comfortable in his arms.
They slept like that for the rest of the night.
