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"Seriously Noah? If I trip over these damn boots again, I'll choke you with the laces."

Rachel was in a mood. Since her and Puck's in vitro visit a week ago, the doctor had placed her on hormones to help increase her chances of implantation. While Puck had been all for any help they could get, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the side affects. Not only was she bipolar, she would go from jumping his bones one minute to being completely repulsed by the sight of him. She would complain about being bloated and getting sick, than turn around to inhale a Snickers bar and want another. While Puck was supportive, he had a headache from trying to keep up with her crazy.

"Ok sweetie, I'm sorry. I'll pick them up next time.," he said politely. She looked up from the bed where she was laying and grumbled.

"You don't have to mock me Noah, I was just saying." Puck shook his head, finishing brushing his teeth and making his way to bed.

"I…never mind.," he sighed, climbing in on his side and pulling up the covers, "Good night babe." He closed his eyes and relaxed, only to hear sniffles coming from the other side of his bed a moment later.

"Babe, you alright?," he called, rolling over and placing his hand on her hip. He looked over to see Rachel with tears in her eyes, curled up like a child.

"Rachel, what's wrong?," he asked scared.

"You're mad at me, I can tell.," she whimpered, "You're not even touching me." He sighed, scooting closer to her and wrapping his arms around her.

"I didn't know if you wanted me to babe, I didn't want to invade your space.," he said softly, remembering earlier when he tried to kiss her and was met with the palm of her hand.

"No, you think I'm a monster, a crazy, moody monster!," she wailed, burying her head in her pillow.

"Rach," Puck said sweetly, "you're not a monster, or crazy or, uh, moody.," he bit out, knowing that lying was clearly his only option. He slid his hand under her shirt and began to rub her back soothingly. He felt her relax under his hand and he rested his head back on the pillow. A moment later he felt her stir and opened his eyes to see her facing him grinning, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"Really?," he laughed. She didn't respond, just crawled over to his side and began placing small kisses on his neck. He couldn't lie, when she was feeling good she was feeling really good, but he often got confused as to what he could or couldn't say. He decided to just shut the hell up and enjoy her current mood swing, pulling her on top of him. She began dragging her lips down his chest, leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen. Puck groaned in satisfaction as she reached the lining of his boxers, gently tracing her nails along the top. Just as she was about to slide them off, Puck heard her grunt and felt her move. He looked up to see her hands covering her mouth as she flew into the bathroom, unloading the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

Puck made his way into the bathroom, running his hands through her hair and pulling it back. She looked and sounded pathetic, resting her head on the cold porcelain when she finished.

"You ok baby?," Puck asked as he rubbed her back. Rachel gave a light nod, reaching for a towel from the railing. He turned on the sink and filled her a small glass of water, handing it to her as she sat up.

"This is humiliating.," she murmured, taking a swig and washing her mouth out.

"No its not, come on," he said cheerfully, "I've seen you in much worse conditions than this." Rachel didn't respond, taking another swig and spitting it out.

"I really hope these stupid hormones works, I don't know how much more I can take.," she mumbled.

"It'd be cool if I were a seahorse.," Puck said flatly. Rachel turned to him, a look of confusion etched across her face.

"The hell?," she asked.

"Seahorses. Yeah, you know, males carry the baby and stuff.," he said casually, as if his comment was completely valid, "I Googled it." Rachel smiled, standing up and brushing her knees off.

"That's really sweet Noah, in the weirdest and most off hand way, that was sweet." Puck leaned in to kiss her but was met with her palm once again.

"No no," she insisted, "I have to brush my teeth first." Puck just stared at her, wondering why she didn't get that he didn't care. He pushed her hand aside and kissed her anyways, causing her to squirm in his arms.

"You're so gross.," she moaned into his lips.

"You love me anyways.," he said smirking. He went back into their bedroom, giving Rachel some privacy. He grabbed the paperwork on the nightstand that talked about symptoms from the hormones. He was reading through when something caught his eye.

"Hey baby," he called to her.

"Yeah," she yelled back while flossing her teeth.

"It says that within one to two weeks we should have results.," he said pointing. Rachel furrowed her brow and made her way over, grabbing the paper and looking it over.

"You think we should take the test now?," she asked looking back at Puck.

"Why not, it's been a week right?," he asked shrugging. Rachel continued reading, sitting down beside him on the bed.

"I mean I guess so.," she said, "There's no reason not to." Puck smiled, kissing her forehead and grabbing his hoodie and shoes.

"Where are you going?." she asked laughing.

"Market, we need a test!," he said frantically, shoving his foot inside his boots.

"Nice outfit.," she joked at the sight of her husband in only blue boxers and a grey hoodie.

"Don't you judge me.," he joked, grabbing his keys and heading out, "I'll be back."

"Cookie dough!," Rachel screamed from the bedroom, "Make sure you get cookie dough please!"