Title: Those other little blue pills

Word Count: 1126

Characters: Puck and Rachel (duh)

Spoilers: If you've seen "Vitamin D" you're good to go.

Rating: R for sexual stuff and swearing… yes, I made Rachel Berry swear. I am a terrible person.

Summary: They haven't had an at-school session in quite some time. She almost misses them.

Author's Note: When does material become explicit? What is explicit? This chapter has been toned down significantly. If you want the full smutty version you should check on my livejournal (.com).

They haven't had an at-school session in quite some time. She almost misses them. The heat, the anxious and dangerous feeling that they could be caught at any second. Sometimes she still feels that in when their parents are just down the hall, or down the stairs, continuing on with life as normal. She especially feels it when her shirt is off and so is his. When her mouth is attached to his, her tongue spelling out the letters of her name on his. When the sheets that were cool when they walked into his bedroom (or hers) begin to heat beneath their bodies until she wants to throw them all on the ground.

So she's extremely surprised when, between classes on a Tuesday, those familiarly calloused fingers wrap around her hand and guide her into a room. It's lined with paper, floor to ceiling. Different colours and textures on different shelves. Large poster board sheets to small ticker tape rolls give the room a slightly musty smell, but she doesn't care.

Her body conforms to his as he presses her against the shelving units. His eyes are just a bit wilder than usual, his movements are jerky and fast. But his hands are in the hair she's ecstatically happy she left down this morning, and his lips quickly (and passionately) descend on hers.

Her eyes close as her lips respond to the pressure. One of his hands works it's way down to cup her through her pink polo shirt before continuing to journey further down her body.

Suddenly her lips are free. One of his hands lingers along the outside of her thigh, just below where her khaki skirt begins, the other presses into her back in slow circles. He speaks for the first time.

"God, I want you. I want you so bad. Can't think. Just do. Fuck, you're beautiful. So beautiful and hot." The hand at her thigh moves with purpose to her underwear, and she lets loose a tiny moan. "And wet. So ready." His sentences run together and she considers (very) briefly that the boy's performance was very energetic. But then the hand slides under her panties and into her.

Backed against the wall of rainbow coloured construction paper, she goes along with him on this trip, until she pants out his name against his lips.

Oh, God!

The lights are on in the paper supply room. Anyone could walk in at any minute, but she really doesn't care. She's so close. So fucking close. She thinks she must have said it aloud because he sinks down her body and… Fuck!

That's it.

Her muscles are shaking, like an earthquake moving through her body. God, she never wants it to stop. Never.

She doesn't know that she can even stand anymore. So she doesn't.

She reaches her hand up and pulls him down to sit beside her on the ground.

His pupils are dilated so much that she doesn't see any brown at all, only black. Her hand curls around twists lightly, strokes once. That's all it takes today.

Their hands are both sticky and messy. His pants are open wide, her underwear still sits around her ankles. But somehow the moment is perfect (even in the harsh fluorescent lighting). She pulls together her own clothes before she works on his.

When they are both standing again, after she presses a small kiss to his lips, she asks, "What did you take?"

He pulls the box from his back pocket. It's blue with some kind of label on it but she doesn't recognize it. "Finn got it from the school nurse. See he was falling asleep in class and at practice and pretty much everywhere because he's so upset about Quinn and the baby and football and Glee and you. And he just can't handle it all, so he went to the school nurse just like I suggested and she gave him this amazing little blue pill. Not like those blue pills that make you hard when you have limp dick, but these other pills. He gave them some kind of funny name but I can't remember it now, but anyway, the nurse gave him these and we all took one before we had to perform and I've never felt so good in my life as I do right now. I thought that earlier, on the stage, that was the best feeling ever, but it's not. This is right here. And why can't I stop talking. I really want to stop talking, but my mouth is still moving."

She shuts him up the only way she knows how (the way that always works for her). For a time, it hurts to know that Finn is still thinking of her, but finally she doesn't feel that stabbing pain in her chest when she thinks of Quinn and the baby – Noah's baby.

"Come on, I'll take you home," she says as she grabs his hand.

* * * * *

"Oh my gosh, that went so amazingly well. I'm so proud of us. We did such a good job. I'm ecstatic actually. Over the moon. God, I feel great. How did you ever deal with feeling like this. Wasn't it phenomenal?"

She's jumping up and down, her bright yellow dress bouncing higher and higher each time.

"It feels like when you kiss me and everything comes into extreme focus and then your hands travel down my body, sometimes just along the side, teasing. God, I love that. Why aren't you kissing me? I love it when you kiss me. I forget about everything else when your lips are on mine."

She moves so that her body is pressed up against his.

"I've never told you this before, but sometimes after school when I'm alone in my room, I think about you and my hands wander and I imagine that you're with me in the room. That they're your hands that are touching me. Why won't you kiss me? I really love it when you…"

His lips move on hers, if only to stop the incessant babbling.

In reality, he's so turned on just thinking about her touching herself while thinking of him. His body slips and slides along hers and he fantasizes about fucking her on the choir room floor, all harsh and rough and fast.

And her legs are wrapped around his hips and his hands are under her skirt and they rock together, a sorry imitation of sex.

Fuck, he wants her so badly. Wants that hot little body sweaty and straining. He rocks hard against her, and they're both coming. His lips are still attached to hers, even as he slides his hands back on top of their clothes. And it's still not enough.

Fuck.