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Mark Salling: Can't get enough of you!

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So the rest of the week was awfully busy for both of them. Puck barely saw Rachel except for at school. He was horny as hell and could barely stand it. His mind constantly drifted to the memory of her mouth on him, and this was used to relieve pressure on a daily basis. But, being Puck, he still craved more.

Friday morning at school he kissed her hello hungrily and pulled her body to his.

"Noah," she squealed, "what are you doing?"

"Not near as much as I'd like to," he grumbled in answer.

She laughed and pushed away from him.

"Babe, what are we doing after my game tonight? Do you want me to come over to your house?"

He hoped fervently that she would say yes. He needed some relief. He hadn't touched her body in too long, a week, and she hadn't touched him since Tuesday.

"Well, Brittany's having a party after the game. I figured we'd go to that. I know you love parties."

He groaned. A party? He loved parties, but chances were his girl was not going to sneak off to an empty bedroom with him to fool around while a party brewed below. Damn.

He kissed her forehead.

"I just want some us time. Wanna skip the party?"

She smiled. "Not really. What would everyone think if we didn't go? Brittany's our friend. We have to go. Besides, we'll have a lot of fun."

Not exactly a lot of fun. What he had in mind would be a lot of fun, but the party would be okay too.

After school, the team went out for pizza before the freshman game. Then they sat through the first two games until their game started. They were stoked after their win from Tuesday, but Puck's game was off. He didn't hit a single 3-pointer and got 4 fouls in the first half. Sam wasn't able to make many shots either and the boys lost the game. In Puck's twisted mind, his not being able to score was spreading to all aspects of his life.

Puck had planned to catch a ride with one of the guys so Rachel wouldn't have to wait for him to shower and stuff after the game. He was glad they had this plan in place because he was in a terrible mood and knew it. His mom had been at the game so he'd told her he was going with Sam and might not make it home. His mom had looked in Rachel's direction and set her jaw.

"Just don't make the same mistake twice," she'd said, like he was a fucking idiot.

So he and Sam proceeded to get trashed immediately. They were both in foul moods. Both had gotten laid. Apparently Quinn was currently on the rag, and was not interested in blowing Sam all week. Puck was frustrated as hell, and they were both tired of the sappy smiles on Finn, Mike, and Artie's faces! Sam and he were doing shots of Cuervo when he got his first text from Rachel asking where he was.

RB*: RU coming?

Puck: Cant u haven't touched me since Tues.

Puck laughed hysterically at that. Sam did too.

RB*: Very funny. Where RU?

Puck: Sams Cant drive

RB*: Do u want me 2 get u?

Puck: Sure. Pick us up.

Ten minutes later Rachel pulled into Sam's driveway. Quinn was with her. They both looked irritated.

"Let's go." Rachel said.

"Wait a sec. The house is empty. Seems wasteful." Puck slurred his words as he grabbed Rachel and pulled her to him. He reached for her thighs and kissed her.

She pulled away after a brief kiss. "Ewww. Raunchy breath."

Sam was trying a similar move on Quinn with less effect. However, it was his home turf advantage so he asked her advice on the shirt he was wearing. When she wrinkled her face up at it, he took it off and asked her to help him pick a new one out. Sam led her to his bedroom.

'Damn!' thought Puck. 'I could learn something from this dude.'

He tried to take his shirt off too, but Rachel stopped him. He kissed her neck and started to rub her sides as he sat on a barstool.

"We're leaving in a minute, Noah. Let's get all this stuff packed up."

"We're not leaving in a minute. Now we have to wait for them to fool around."

"What? They're not going to fool around while we're downstairs."

He looked at her. " 'Course they are. We'll be here a while."

She blinked at him and started packing up the booze evidence before Sam's parents came home to it. She could not believe that Noah seriously thought that Quinn would make them wait for them while she pursued an amorous moment. Puck opened a beer while waiting, and kept trying to grope her as she worked around him. He was drunk already, and she was less than thrilled that he was continuing to drink.

Ten minutes later, she was starting to think that he had been right. How rude of Quinn.

"I can't believe that they're making us wait. I'm going to go upstairs."

"Seriously? It's bad enough you cockblock me all the time. Now you're going to do that to Sam too?"

Her face crumbled and she burst into tears.

"Rachel, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I'm just…"

"Drunk? Honest? Horny? Which is it, Noah? You meant it. That's what's so upsetting to me. I thought we had a real relationship here, and you're just biding your time until you can get laid."

That pissed him off. "What the fuck are you thinking? You're the first girl I've ever waited for, the first girl I ever said the "L" word to, and now you're giving me shit about our fucking relationship. Unfuckingbelievable."

He scowled and took another swig of his beer. He was suddenly not feeling drunk enough.

She went straight outside and drove away, ignoring Puck's texts and phone calls.

About an hour later, Quinn drove Sam and Puck to the party. Puck went into the house looking for Rachel. She was nowhere to be found. He asked around to see if anyone had seen her, and nobody had. Eventually, he ran into Cheri, the freshman cheerio.

"I think she was upstairs."

"She was?"

"Yeah. Follow me. I'll show you."

Cheri led him upstairs and showed him to a room at the end of the hall. She followed him into it and shut the door behind her. He turned around.

"She's not in here."

Cheri had already removed her Cheerio uniform. She stood before him in a g-string and tiny demi bra that barely covered her nipples. She threw her arms around his neck and smiled up at him.

"Puck, I understand that you have needs. I'd never tell you no. Let me take care of you tonight. Rachel doesn't have to know."

As she ground her hips against him, his dick hardened involuntarily. He swallowed.

"No, Cheri. Not tonight. Not ever. I'm not fucking interested."

He pulled the door open and strode out of the room only to run into Mercedes and Kurt who had heard the whole thing.

"Our little Puck became a man tonight, 'Cedes. I couldn't be more proud." Kurt put his hand to his heart endearingly and rolled his eyes heavenward.

"Hell, yes. Must have been shot with Cupid's arrow tight to turn down a hot little tart like Cheri."

"Can you be useful and drive me to Rachel's house?"

"We can get you there, but her dads are not going to let you in like this?" Kurt said, indicating his breath that reeked of alcohol.

"Let me worry about that."

Kurt looked him up and down but agreed to take him.

Cheri was putting her clothes back on and stormed past them, obviously not happy to have been turned down for a second time.

"I don't get it. Everyone said you were an amazing stud. You're a freakin' tight ass."

Kurt and Mercedes froze. Puck's jaw tightened and locked, pulsing quickly on his face. He looked at Cheri but said nothing.

"Fly girl. The good lord just wasted another life on a skanky ho like you!" Mercedes said to her, shoving her away.

Puck asked Mercedes to stop at his house to grab something. The light was on in the living room, but he was pretty sure he could get by his mom. He'd done it a few hundred times.

On the way down the steps though, his guitar hit the wall, making a scraping sound.

"Noah, is that you?"

"Yeah, mom. I just stopped to grab my guitar."

"Are you and Rachel fighting?"

How the hell did she know this shit?

"Honey, you sucked tonight. You've never been a good loser. You probably took it out on her and said something foolish. I've known you for 17 years now, I know how it works."

His jaw dropped because he'd never realized how well his mom knew him.

"Just be heartfelt when you apologize to her. Don't apologize halfway. Speak from the heart, Noah. She's a special girl. Don't burn bridges with this one."

He hated it when she said creepy stuff like that. Sure he loved Rachel and all, but they were in high school. It was way too much to talk about the future like his mom always did. You'd think she wouldn't want to. She'd married her high school sweetheart and things had sucked for her ever since.

"Love you, Ma. See you tomorrow."

"Don't come home until your hangover has worn off. Jenna and I don't need you barking at us all day." She called.

Damn, that woman was scary. He could have sworn he'd never slurred a word. How did she know this shit?

Mercedes drove him to Rachel's but parked up the street a little.

"You don't have to drive around the block and come back. I know you're going to watch." He told them.

They shot each other guilty looks, as that was exactly what they'd planned, but they didn't make a move to drive away.

Noah shivered slightly in the cool December air. Little snowflakes were starting to fall. He hadn't thought about what song to sing to her. He wondered if he should sing her "Uptown Girl" again. Billy Joel was always great.

Then it came to him. It was actually a song his mom had been singing a lot lately. It wasn't exactly his normal style, but maybe that was a good thing.

John Michael Montgomery

"I Love the Way You Love Me"

I like the feel of your name on my lips
And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss
The way that your fingers run through my hair
And how your scent lingers even when you're not there

And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh
And how you enjoy your two hour bath
And how you convinced me to dance in the rain
With everyone watching like we were insane

But I love the way you love me
Strong and wild
Slow and easy
Heart and soul
So completely
I love the way you love me

I like to imitate old Jerry Lee
And watch you roll your eyes when I'm slightly off key
And I like the innocent way that you cry
At sappy old movies you've seen hundreds of times

But I love the way you love me
Strong and wild
Slow and easy
Heart and soul
So completely
I love the way you love me

And I could list a million things
I love to like about you
But they all come down to one reason
I could never live without you

I love the way you love me
Strong and wild
Slow and easy
Heart and soul
So completely
I love the way you love me
Oh baby I love the way you love me

He sang his heart out to her, on her front lawn, while snowflakes twirled around him and stuck slightly to his eyelashes. She had come downstairs right away, to stop him, but instead she just stared. The neighbors were probably furious, but she was melting, watching her badass boyfriend sing to her in the cold.

"Come in, Noah, let's talk."

He followed her inside. "Where are your dads?"

"Fortunately, they're not home yet. I'm sure they'll hear about this from the neighbors tomorrow."

He nodded, knowing it was true.

"Babe, I'm sorry I said that. I was being a dick. My mom says I don't know how to lose well and I guess losing tonight set me off. She even told me I sucked. I don't know what else to tell you, baby, 'cept I love you and I'm sorry I was a dick. I don't mean to be, and I will wait as long as you want. You're too important to me to lose over one stupid thing I said. Ima guy; it's going to happen."

"I love you too, Noah. I guess I might have overreacted too. It's just that Brittany keeps telling me how dumb I'm being. Do you know what it's like to have Brittany tell you you're being dumb?"

He laughed and shook his head.

"C'mere, babe. Kiss me."

She kissed him.

"Why is Brittany telling you you're dumb?"

"She thinks it's foolish that we haven't had sex yet. She says it's like asking me not to sing."

He made a mental note to thank Brittany. "Babe, you will know when you're ready. Just let me know RIGHT AWAY."

She smiled. He kissed her again.

"And, babe, when we do, I'm going to make you sing in a whole new way."

She blushed at his words. That was pretty much what Brittany had said too. She sent him to Kurt's waiting car because her dads would be home any minute, and she did not want them to see Noah drunk. Plus, if her dads thought she and Noah were together tonight, they wouldn't let her see him tomorrow. And she had PLANS for tomorrow…