Spoilers: Only up to 'Sectionals' though stuff from the back 9 may pop in if I think it fits with my plot line.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Also, some of this is from Puck's viewpoint, and he's kind of an offensive guy, so I'd like to point out that his viewpoints don't always reflect mine. I also do not own 'I'm So Sick' or the song Rachel sings later.
A/N: I'd like to give a special thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, especially since it used a slightly different format. It was nice to have so many people review the chapter. I would like to reiterate to those of you who have reviewed that your encouragement means a lot to me. Also, thank you to everyone who's reading the story. As always, please read and review. I'd love to know what you think of the chapter's events and reviews are like an addiction. Thanks!
"You can try and avoid me babe, and I've allowed it for the past week because I knew you needed time, but I'm fucking done waiting. You can't run anymore. The Puckerone's fucking coming for you and you'll be fucking cumming soon."
Rachel lowered her phone. She so shouldn't have checked her voicemail, but when he'd called, she'd been too scared to answer. When he'd left the message, she hadn't been able to resist listening to it; she was entirely too curious about what he had to say. Now she wished she hadn't because as soon as she'd heard his voice, there had been a flood of wetness between her legs that left her aching and uncomfortable.
"You okay, Rach? You look a little flushed," Jack said with concern. "Is there something wrong with one of your dads?"
Rachel shook her head guiltily. "No, it was just a wrong number."
As Jack accepted that easily and launched back into his play-by-play of his most recent game (and she had been there, so she was very bored), her mind drifted back to Noah's words, both at the restaurant last week and on the voicemail today. She thought she should be scared, but she mostly just felt a thrill of anticipation. She couldn't wait to see what Noah had in store for her (and yes, she was aware of how ambivalent that made her sound).
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When the McKinley High baseball team won yet another game (they hadn't lost one yet), Rachel was very excited for them. She knew how much Puck liked to win and he had only gotten to win once previously that year with the football team. So, when they won this time, she did what she always did and launched herself at him as soon as he got close. She wasn't even thinking about his threats.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I'm so excited. You guys won again!"
Instead of tightening his arms around her waist like he usually did, he slid his hands under her butt and hoisted her up so that she wrapped her legs around his hips. She let out a gasp as she felt herself pressed directly against his erection. He lowered his lips to her ear.
"Do you feel what you fucking do to me babe? I'm so fucking hard right now that I could haul you behind the bleachers and fuck you," he stated in a low voice.
She shivered as his breath and words washed over her. When he bit down lightly on her earlobe, she moaned quietly and was very thankful she had left her hair down so that no one could see. Then he abruptly dropped her back down to her feet and stepped back.
"Thanks for the hug babe," he said with a naughty smirk.
Oh, if that was how it was going to be, she could play too. When Jack joined them just seconds later, she pulled him into a passionate kiss (well, at least on his part). The instant he closed his eyes, she looked past him to Noah who was watching them, anger glittering in his eyes, his fists clenched tightly.
It was so on (and she knew he'd gotten the message).
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The day after the baseball game, also the first day of July, Rachel was hanging out at her house with nothing to do. When she heard the familiar sound of a car door shutting, she peaked out the front window and saw Puck there unloading all of his pool cleaning supplies. Perfect.
As she rushed upstairs to change, she realized this was an excellent time to torture him. She had taken the wrong approach at the game when she had kissed Jack. In doing that, she had been using him against Noah and that made her no better than Finn. She was still determined to stay with Jack; she wasn't going to give in to Noah, but she felt like he should feel every bit as hot and bothered as he made her. She couldn't use Jack against him though, because she was not like Finn (she wasn't). So, it was up to her personal feminine wiles to keep Puck on edge (and that was nerve-wrecking given his experience).
After she had changed into her sapphire blue string bikini, she pulled a large T-shirt over it, grabbed her sunscreen, I-Pod, battery-powered docking station, and script, and headed outside. The approach she had decided to take today was a classic, but it should be quite effective when employed against Puck.
Climbing onto the deck next to the pool, she grinned to herself. He was going to feel like he was in hell by the time she was done with him.
When she reached one of the three white loungers her dads kept next to the pool, she saw that Puck had already started. He had his back to her and was standing near the edge of the water skimming it with a net (and he was wearing his shirt, thank God, although it was sleeveless and gave her a nice view of his arms).
"Hi, Noah," she greeted casually, dropping her sunscreen on the lounger and setting the electronics on a side table.
He turned to face her with a smirk. "You just couldn't resist checking me out could you Berry?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm actually going to review my lines and I thought I'd enjoy the sun while I do so."
Noticing that his eyes were fastened to her bare legs below the shirt, she grinned. Grasping the hem, she pulled it up and over her head. When she dropped the shirt on one of the other chairs, she saw that his eyes had moved to her stomach. Bending down, she picked up the sunscreen and started to apply it to her arms.
"So, how has your day been going? Had many other pools?" she asked, rubbing the sun block in.
He lifted his head to meet her eyes, and she saw that his hazel ones had turned to a deep green. The look was enough to make her want to gulp.
"My day just got a whole lot fucking better," he said roughly.
"Oh," she paused, unsure where to go from here (she rarely used her wiles; she usually applied her considerable brain power to solve her problems). "You should probably work on the pool; that is what Daddy's paying you for," she said dismissively, setting her right leg on the edge of the lounge to apply sun block to it before switching to her left leg.
He turned back to the pool to continue his work, but when she let out a hiss as she spread the sunscreen on her stomach (it was cold!), he turned around to look at her again. She went with it, smiling innocently at him.
"Do you want some music? I've got my I-Pod and docking station with me," she offered. She wanted him to be sexually on edge, not mentally bored.
"I wouldn't mind the music," he replied. "It won't distract you from your script though, will it babe?"
She shook her head and hooked it up, flipping to the list she had created especially for him (they hadn't gotten the chance to use it yet).
When she had finished with the sunscreen on her front, she relaxed on the lounger and pulled her script to her as 'I'm So Sick' from Flyleaf started up. While Noah worked, she absently sang along with the songs while she silently read her lines and used her free hand to make the required hand gestures to go with them. After fifteen minutes of companionable silence, Rachel glanced at Puck over the top of her script. He had taken off his shirt, and she felt her heartbeat pick up as she watched the muscles work in his back while he brushed down the sides of the pool. She knew that it was time to pull out her next move. Setting the script aside, she sat up and picked up the tube of sunscreen.
"Noah, I just remembered that I forgot to put sunscreen on my back. Could you please help me? I can't reach and I really don't want to get burnt," she pleaded. She made sure to apply her best panicky voice.
"Sure babe."
Dropping the brush on top of the rest of the supplies he'd finished with, he came over to where she was sitting (holy crap, was that a nipple ring? How intriguing). She handed the tube to him and he sat down on the lounger behind her. He brushed her hair over one shoulder and she heard him squirt the lotion so she braced against the cold. She was surprised when nothing landed on her; instead she felt nothing for a few seconds and then his hands rested on her shoulders. She smiled when she realized that he had warmed the sunscreen between his hands before touching her with it. Then they started to move and all thought fled.
He was rubbing the lotion into her shoulders and upper back with lingering circles. She felt herself going boneless and she closed her eyes. She was so relaxed under his touch that she jumped when he spoke.
"Lay down so I can get the rest of your back easier."
Tension coiled in her abdomen at the command, but she lay down on her stomach anyway. His lotion slicked hands slid from the tie of the bikini over her lower back to the edge of the bikini bottom. When his hands slid back up to further rub the sunscreen in, she shivered.
"Cold, babe?" he asked in a husky voice.
"No," she managed to croak out. She felt like her skin was on fire everywhere he had touched her.
She knew the sun block was rubbed in, but he kept running his hands over her and she couldn't bring herself to make him stop. She also couldn't see him, so when he pressed his lips to the side of her neck, it caught her off guard. She turned her head so that she could look at him while her breathing picked up.
"I don't have any more pools scheduled for today, so how about I hang out here for the rest of the afternoon?" he asked huskily, sliding his hands up her ribs to curve against the side of her breasts over the material (if her torso wasn't pressed into the lounger, he'd be cupping them right now, she realized with another shiver).
He licked along the shell of her ear, sending a rush of liquid between her legs as she moaned. She squeezed them together to ease the ache. She knew that all she had to do was say yes and he would take her inside and assuage the throbbing of her core. She also knew that it would feel wonderful. She was so very tempted to invite him in.
"Hey, Rachel! Are you back there?"
The sound of Jack's voice broke through the haze of lust that had descended over her under Puck's touch and she rolled to her back and shot straight up in her seat shoving him off the lounger. By the time Jack had come into sight, Noah was adding the chemicals to the pool and Rachel's breathing had calmed down so that she was able to smile normally at him. He sat down on the lounger next to hers and started talking to her about yesterday's game. She nodded and smiled politely through his story, but she was so bored. He had the same tendency to overanalyze the details of every game that Finn had. She itched to grab her script and go back over her lines, but she didn't want to be rude and she was already bordering on that with as often as her eyes kept sliding to Noah.
"I'm done here Berry," Noah announced a few minutes later. When he met her eyes, the smirk playing around his mouth showed he knew exactly how bored she was with Jack's conversation.
Grateful for the interruption, she stood up and moved nearer to him. "Thanks, Noah. You did an excellent job as usual."
"It was definitely my pleasure babe."
With the way he raised an eyebrow, she knew he meant that as the double entendre it sounded like. She smiled at him sweetly before wrapping her hand around his bicep and leaning forward.
"Enjoy the rest of your afternoon," she said, running her fingers down his arm before turning to rejoin Jack.
When she heard him curse under his breath, she grinned. She knew she had succeeded in making him every bit as uncomfortable as she still was.
If not for Jack's timely intervention, that plan would have backfired horribly (or was that wonderfully?).
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"Yay Rachel! I'm so glad you came!"
Brittany bounced over to Rachel where she was standing under a tree in the same park where Brittany had brought her so long ago. It was the Saturday after the 4th of July, and the town was hosting a huge gathering to celebrate. Rachel's friends had all decided to meet up for it, but Brittany was the first of them that she had seen, though she had spotted Jack playing baseball nearby with some other guys that she recognized (she avoided them because she didn't want him to pull her into the baseball stuff today). So Rachel, by herself because her dads were in DC on business (Daddy had a class, so Dad had decided to go with him and take in the sights), had taken up a spot under a maple near the concession stands that had been set up for the guests. She had been there for fifteen minutes and the fireworks weren't due to start for another two hours.
"Of course I came Brittany. Have you seen any of the others yet though?" she asked curiously, casting another glance around the crowd. Part of the reason she had staked out a spot near the food was because she figured most of them would stop by for something at some point.
Brittany bobbed her head. "They're all over there." She waved vaguely toward the lake. "We were beginning to worry that something had happened to you, so I'm so glad that you're here. They sent me to buy popsicles and drinks; come on, you can wait in line with me."
Not giving Rachel a choice in the matter, the blonde grabbed her wrist and hauled her to the end of the line at the concession stand.
Twenty minutes later (that was one long line!), Brittany led Rachel to their group of friends, their arms piled with simple twin pops and bottles of soda and water.
"Rachel! You finally showed up!" Mike yelled with a grin, coming over to relieve Brittany of some of her burden.
Rachel nodded, and tried to shift some of her bottles, but one fell off. Gasping, she started to squat to hopefully catch it, but a large hand caught it first. Puck stood up and took a couple more bottles from her and she gave him a grateful smile.
"So, Brittany roped you into helping," he observed with a grin.
She laughed. "Yeah, I was waiting near the concession stands hoping that someone would come up for something when she found me and didn't really give me a choice."
The four of them moved forward to join the others where they were sitting on blankets. After disbursing the fruit pops and drinks, Brittany and Mike sat down on their blanket and Puck plopped down on his. Rachel was unsure where to sit. Artie, Tina, and Matt were sitting together and Santana and Quinn were paired up. The only free spot was next to Puck, but she didn't know if she wanted to chance sitting next to him once the sun went down and the fireworks started up. He didn't give her a chance to protest though because he reached up, circled her wrist, and pulled her down. Of course she landed on his lap.
Elbowing him in the ribs, she moved off him so that she was sitting between him and Brittany.
"Must you always pull me into your lap?" she asked in exasperation.
He smirked at her and quietly accused, "You know you love it."
She blushed, but she couldn't argue. It would be a lie and they both knew that. Neither of them noticed Brittany, having overheard him, frowning at them.
While Puck leaned back to talk to Mike around her and Brittany, she unwrapped her grape twin pop. She knew this was another excellent chance to torment him and she wouldn't even have to do anything other than eat the popsicle just like she always would. Licking the frozen treat, she and Brittany started discussing the movies that were coming out soon and which ones they wanted to check out.
It didn't take long for her to realize that Puck kept losing his spot in his conversation with Mike and she tried not to smile. When she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye, she saw that his eyes were glued to her mouth. Exactly what she needed to do hit her suddenly. Sucking the tip of the popsicle between her lips, she kept going until the whole frozen portion was in her mouth and then she quickly slid it back out. She did it all quickly enough that she never even missed a beat in her and Brittany's conversation.
"Yeah, I kind of want to see Eclipse, but I don't like the way all the other girls scream and twitter over the whole thing," she continued after releasing the popsicle.
"How the fuck did you do that?" Puck interrupted.
She glanced over at him and noticed that his eyes had gone green again. She was starting to think that his eyes changed to that color when he was particularly turned on. She gave him an innocent smile.
"How did I do what?"
He scowled. "You know what. How did you get that whole fucking popsicle into your mouth?"
"Oh, you mean like this?" She took the popsicle all the way in again and then pulled it back out.
"Hell, yes, that." He was staring at her mouth again, his eyes even greener than before.
She waved her hand nonchalantly through the air. "I don't have a gag reflex."
"Shit," he muttered under his breath, adjusting his jeans.
She just grinned at him and went back to talking to Brittany.
Half an hour before the fireworks were scheduled to start, Rachel got up to use one of the park restrooms. As she excused herself, Brittany hopped up and joined her.
"What is going on with you and Puck?" she questioned, elbowing Rachel lightly in the arm.
"There's nothing going on," Rachel denied, looking away to hide her blush.
Brittany raised an eyebrow. "You've not had sex with him, but there is definitely something there. The thing with the popsicle and the whole lap thing earlier. Plus, you were all reluctant to sit with him and if you were just friends that wouldn't have been a problem."
Rachel came to a stop and, glancing around, made sure no one they knew was paying any attention to them.
"He may have implied that he was going to break Jesse and I up. He may have also said something about us sleeping together before the summer ends," Rachel admitted. Brittany's eyes grew wide. "So, he's been hitting on me heavily, and I decided he needed to feel just as out of it. That's why the popsicle."
Brittany just stood there stunned for a moment before asking, "Do you want to sleep with him?"
Rachel sighed deeply. "More than you could ever know. I can't though because I know it would be just a onetime thing for him. So, I won't give in. I'm going to keep dating Jack."
"What about if he actually wanted to date you for real? More than just a one-night stand?" the blonde asked.
Rachel grinned mischievously. "I'd ditch Jack and have Noah under me before he knew what hit him."
Brittany nodded, eyes wide again. "Okay. Come on, if we don't want to miss any of the fireworks, we need to hit the restroom now."
Rachel followed her. It felt good to finally let someone else in on her situation with Noah.
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Puck was sitting on his blanket listening to everyone else talk. He couldn't take his mind off what Berry had done with that popsicle. She didn't have a fucking gag reflex. He couldn't believe his luck. Between her lung capacity and having no fucking gag reflex (he just couldn't wrap his head around it), he knew she'd give one hell of a blow job. And he'd be the one to teach her. Hell yes (he chose to ignore the mental voice that reminded him she could have blown someone before and still be a virgin).
He adjusted his jeans again (he wished he'd worn looser pants), and considered his plans. When she finally gave in to him (and he knew she fucking would), the blow job she'd give him would feel fucking awesome, no doubt about it (and he'd return the favor-he couldn't wait to find out how she tasted-he guessed sweet), but he was really wound up over the thought of when he would sink balls deep into her pussy. He knew she'd be tight; she was a virgin, so he'd be gentle with her the first time (he didn't fucking want to hurt her), but after that, he was going to fuck her extensive vocabulary right out of her. By the time he was done with her, the only words she'd know would be oh, God, Noah, please, fuck, me, and harder.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Brittany had come back until she sat back down next to Mike. He frowned when he realized Berry hadn't come back with her (his blanket felt fucking empty without her).
"Where's Berry?" he asked Brittany.
"Jack caught her so she's talking to him," Brittany answered, watching his face closely (though Puck didn't notice that).
He scowled. "So, what, she's ditching us for him?"
Brittany was quiet for a moment and that was so odd for her (she talked almost as much as Berry) that it got Puck's attention. When he looked at her, he didn't like the way she was staring at him.
"What?"
She smiled knowingly. "You like her, don't you? You honest to God like her."
Puck frowned. "She's my friend, nothing more." Liar.
"I know that you're trying to break her and Jack up and that you're trying to have sex with her," she accused him.
Puck gaped. How the hell did she know that?
Brittany rolled her eyes at him. "She's my best friend. We talk," she answered his unasked question. "Anyway, I would normally chop your balls off for what you're doing because it's Rachel, but now that I know you actually like her, I'm going to help you. Although if you do pull a screw and ditch, I will be forced to carry through on all earlier threats," she said in a very business-like tone.
"Why in the hell would you help me after all the times you've told me to stay away from her?" Puck was slightly confused by Brittany's sudden change of opinion.
"I told you, I can tell that you like her. And she likes you too," she stated simply.
With Brittany on his side, he knew it would only be a matter of time before Berry ditched the boring boyfriend.
Fuck yeah.
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Rachel kissed Jack on the cheek before leaving him with his friends and rejoining hers. The fireworks should start anytime now, she realized as she dropped down into her spot between Brittany and Noah.
"Not watching the fireworks with the boyfriend?" Puck asked her in that derisive tone he always used when he talked about Jack.
She frowned. "He's here with his friends and I'm with mine. It's perfectly okay to spend time apart."
"If you were with me, no fucking way would we watch the fireworks separately. What kind of boyfriend gives up the chance to have you with him in the dark?" he questioned. "But I'm glad he did, because now I'll have you in the dark," he added roughly, lowering his voice.
She felt the heat rush over her skin. As the first golden firework exploded overhead, she had a feeling it would take all of her self-restraint not to fall to him tonight.
An hour and a half later while several fireworks exploded all at once as the finale to the show, she was grateful that it was ending because she was positively exhausted. She had woken up early that morning thanks to a highly erotic dream about Noah, so she had grown very tired sitting there in the dark. Her situation wasn't helped any by the fact that Noah had twined their fingers together shortly into the fireworks. And when he had noticed that she was fighting sleep, he had tugged her closer so that she could rest her head on his shoulder. The electricity was still there between them, but right now, his presence was more comforting than anything. He hadn't taken advantage of the situation once he noticed how out of it she was.
She must have drifted off, because she couldn't remember the fireworks ending. The next thing she knew, Puck was pulling on her hand.
"Time to get up babe. Show's over," he said quietly.
She yawned widely, covering her mouth with her free hand. "'Kay."
As he stood up, she gazed absently at her other friends who were talking and laughing while they gathered their blankets and got ready to leave. Puck pulled her to her feet. While he folded up their blanket, she stretched her arms over her head in an effort to wake up enough to drive home.
"Did you fall asleep Rachel?" Brittany asked with a small giggle.
Rachel gave her a wry grin that quickly turned into another yawn. "Yeah. I didn't sleep so well last night," she explained when she had removed her hand from her mouth.
"Are you going to be okay driving home?" Quinn wondered with concern.
Rachel nodded, covering up another yawn. "I'll be fine."
Santana shook her head. "It doesn't look like it."
Tina agreed. "I don't think you should drive with as tired as you are right now."
"I'll be fine guys, really," she tried to reassure them even as her eyelids drooped.
"I think someone should give you a ride home," Mike declared.
"My dad should be in the parking lot. I'm sure we could take you," Artie offered.
"That's a very sweet offer, Artie, but..."
"Puck will take her. He lives closest to her," Brittany cut in.
Matt frowned. "I think I actually live closes..." He broke off when Brittany elbowed him.
"Come on Berry. I'll take you home. Britt, will you bring her out to pick up her car tomorrow?" Puck inquired.
When Brittany nodded, he said, "Great. I'll see you guys later; the next game is Friday if you want to come."
Rachel waved at her friends as Puck twined their fingers together again and towed her after him. She caught up to walk next to him and rested her head tiredly on his arm.
"I had fun tonight Noah. I like having friends," she stated, drowsiness clear in her voice as they crossed the parking area.
She smiled sleepily when he dropped a kiss on top of her head.
Neither noticed Jack watching them as he climbed into his car nearby.
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"Hey, Puck."
Two weeks after the 4th of July celebration, Puck was alone in the locker room after practice when Jack came back in and got his attention. Puck was in a crappy mood; except for games, he hadn't seen Berry since he dropped her off at her house that night. She'd been so tired and he didn't think he'd ever seen her so out of it. She had fallen asleep in the truck on the drive and when he'd gotten to her house, he had just watched her sleep for several minutes before he realized what a fuckin' pussy move that was and woken her up. She had given him a sleepy smile that lit something uncomfortable in his chest before heading inside. Puck had waited until the light in her bedroom had come on before he pulled out of the driveway (what? He just didn't want Brittany blaming him if she broke her fucking neck going up the stairs). Between her practices for her play and his baseball practices and pool cleaning business (which wasn't even half as awesome now that he wasn't sleeping with the cougars), they hadn't fuckin' seen each other alone since then even if they had talked on the phone (but it just wasn't the same). With his current mood, he wasn't fucking up to dealing with Jack's shit.
"What is it Jack?" he asked in annoyance.
"I just realized that I never thanked you for introducing me to Rachel. Hell, we owe our entire relationship to you so the least I can do is say thank you. So, thanks," Jack said gratefully.
Puck scowled. "Whatever dude."
Like he needed the reminder that it was his fault Berry was dating someone else. After he had shoved his stuff into his bag, he slammed his locker door shut and left the room. When Jack followed him, he nearly growled at the guy to back off.
"Dude, did you know that Rachel does this great thing with her tongue? She never shuts up, but all that talking is definitely worth something given how strong her tongue is," he rambled.
Puck clenched his fists to keep from hitting the douche and turned to face him. When he got a good look at the way Jack was glaring at him, Puck nearly laughed. He knew this move; this was the possessive 'she's my girlfriend so keep your hands off' boyfriend move. He'd been on the receiving end of it before (obviously), but this time was slightly different. Usually when he'd gotten this move in the past, he wasn't even interested in the girl; other guys were just fuckin' intimidated by his badass rep. But this time he knew that Jack should be worried; he already had Berry halfway into his bed and she was also his best friend, so he wasn't fucking going anywhere. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"You got a point Kessinger?"
"Just thought I'd remind you that Rachel is my girlfriend and you should stay away from her," the blonde boy warned him, crossing his own arms over his chest.
Puck scowled at him. "Not going to fucking happen. She was my friend long before she was your girlfriend, and she won't be yours for much longer."
"Is that a threat, dude?"
Puck gave him a feral grin. "It's a guarantee. Don't get too fuckin' comfortable because she's my girl; she has been for two months."
When Puck climbed into his truck and pulled out of the parking lot, he waved mockingly at Jack. He hadn't been lying; Berry had been his from the moment she had sat in his fucking lap when she was singing to Finn and it was fucking time he claimed her.
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Rachel was standing with Jack in Mike's house a couple of days later. He had his arm thrown around her, and it was starting to get on her nerves. The baseball team had won again (that made 10 games with no losses), and to celebrate, Mike had called for a party at his house (his parents were out of town for their anniversary). Most of the team (yes, including Finn-it was a mass invitation) and their dates, plus Santana, Tina, Artie, and Quinn, who Britt and Rachel had called, had shown up. Anyway, back to her current annoyance with her boyfriend. He hadn't let her out of his sight once all night. He had kept physical contact with her practically the whole time and he kept kissing her in an almost punishing manner that she really didn't like. Things were only getting worse with every beer he finished too (Mike had gotten hold of a keg somehow, but Rachel was sticking to her normal, non-alcoholic sprite). Puck had also stuck near her all night, rarely taking his eyes off her (it didn't slip her notice that he hadn't touched the alcohol either, drinking bottled water instead).
Rachel was talking to the girls and wishing that Jack would leave her alone and go find his own friends (he really couldn't be having fun listening to them discuss their upcoming shopping trip to Dayton) when Mike came over and whispered something in Brittany's ear that made her grin. She climbed on top of the sturdy hardwood coffee table and got everyone's attention.
"Mike just had an excellent idea. We're going to play 7 Minutes in Heaven. We'll start in ten minutes so if any of you girls out there want the chance to make out with one of the guys here, I'll need your keys since that's how they're gonna draw," she announced before climbing down off the coffee table.
She rejoined their group. "Are you guys going to join in?"
Tina shook her head. "I don't think I'd be comfortable with it since I'm dating Artie."
Brittany nodded. "I can understand that."
"It's okay Tina; we'll make out later," Artie declared, rolling up to them and making Tina laugh as she dropped into his lap.
While Brittany collected the girls' keys, Santana sidled up to Rachel and threw an arm around her waist.
"So, Rach, are you gonna play?"
"No, she's not. We're together in case you've forgotten; if she wants to make out with someone, it'll be me," Jack answered for her.
When she turned to frown at him, she missed Santana slipping her keys out of her pocket (she'd left her purse at home) and dropping them in the bowl Brittany was holding.
"We may be dating, but you can't just decide what I'm allowed to do. If I want to play the game, then I will. I'm not going to, because it just so happens that I don't want to risk being matched up to Finn, but that's not the point," she lectured him. How dare he try to make her decisions for her!
Rachel and Jack followed the group to the mostly empty closet under the stairs that Mike and Brittany had chosen for the game. She was actually enjoying herself watching the pairs that went in nervously only to come out completely disheveled and smiling. When Brittany called Puck's name to pull a girl's keys from the bowl though, Rachel decided it was time to go get another sprite (that would take at least seven minutes right?) because she really didn't want to stand there and watch some other girl go into the closet with him and come out with her shirt on inside out seven minutes later. She had only gotten about two steps away when Puck's voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Hey, Berry, guess who's got your keys."
Rachel turned around slowly and as if she were moving in a dream, pushed through the crowd to him. Oh, God, his eyes had already turned that gorgeous green and those were her keys dangling from his fingers, clearly identifiable by the sparkly gold star key chain that Daddy had bought her when she got her car.
"But how? I didn't put my keys in the..." she trailed off as suspicion hit her and she swung her gaze in Santana's direction. "You stole my keys?"
Santana grinned unrepentantly. "Yep. You need some normal teenage fun Rach. So, go into that closet and have it."
"Rachel's not going to do that," Jack broke in before grabbing Rachel's wrist. "You're my girlfriend, so no way in hell are you going into that closet with Puck."
Fed up with his barbaric behavior, Rachel scowled at him. "That's not your decision to make." Yanking her wrist from his grasp, she preceded Puck into the closet (and so missed the triumphant smirk he sent in Jack's direction).
When the door had closed behind him, she pressed herself as far away from him in the dark as she could. She was merely proving a point to Jack; she had no intention of actually making out with Noah.
"You know Jack tried to threaten me to stay away from you?" he asked casually, stepping toward her.
She pushed herself further back into the wall. "He did?"
"Yep. I told him that there was no way in hell I was backing off; that's why he hasn't let you out of his sight all night," he explained casually, reaching her and circling her waist with his hands.
Her breathing picked up. "Oh; I thought it was just all the beer he's had."
"No, it's because he's fucking worried," he said, brushing her hair aside and planting a kiss on her earlobe. "And he fucking should be."
He picked her up and moved them so that he was against the wall. Dropping a kiss on the side of her neck, he slid down onto the floor and pulled her with him. He situated her so that she was straddling his lap. She let out a gasp as he pressed against her. Wetness gushed between her legs and she curled her hands over his shoulders. When he kissed her jaw, she moaned.
"We can't do this Noah," she breathed out even as she rocked her hips against him to relieve the ache.
"You know this is right; just give in to it babe," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the other side of her jaw.
When he kissed the tip of her nose, she realized that he was giving her the control; he wasn't going to kiss her properly until she was willing to accept everything else that would come with it. She circled her hips over his erection again and he groaned.
"I could fuck you right now. All I'd have to do is unzip my jeans, push your panties aside, and fucking slide into you. You're already fucking dripping; you've soaked my jeans babe," he whispered against her ear before tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.
Those words were more than she could take; she was so tired of fighting what she wanted so badly. Moving her hands from his shoulders, she framed his face, moved his head, and lowered her lips to his.
His lips were so soft and yet so firm; he felt so good. His hands came up to tangle in her hair and he pulled slightly so that she tilted her head. When his tongue slid against her lips, she automatically opened to give him access to her mouth. As his tongue slid against hers, she came out of her stunned state and fought for control of the kiss while she fisted one hand in his mohawk and slipped her other under his shirt. Running her hand up over his hard abs and chest, she felt a thrill when she reached his fascinating nipple ring and gave it a light tug between her thumb and index finger.
Letting out a hiss, Puck tore his mouth from hers. "So that's how it's going to fucking be?" He bit down on her collarbone so that she moaned. "You fucking asked for it babe."
He pulled one hand from her hair and thrust it under her shirt. When he pushed the cup of her bra down and rolled her nipple between his fingers, she gasped and arched into his hand. She felt him smirk against her neck. When he turned his attention to the other nipple and bit down and sucked on her pulse point, she started undulating against his cock (did she actually just think that? she wondered vaguely).
"Shit, babe, you've got to stop that. I'm gonna fucking cum in my pants if you don't," he groaned out, moving both hands to hold her hips still.
"Maybe I want to make you cum," she moaned into his ear, tugging on his nipple ring again.
"Babe, you can't say things like that if you don't mean them," he got out between gasps for air. "It's just fucking mean."
To show him just how serious she was, she let go of his mohawk and lowered her hand to massage him through his jeans, still moving her hips against him. Noah dropped his head back against the wall with a thud and angled her hips so that he pressed against her clit with every pass. Then he pressed down to help guide her movements. When he desperately locked his lips to hers several moments later as his body shuddered, she felt a sense of self-satisfaction that she'd never felt with Finn.
"Shit Rach, you're fucking amazing," he panted out when his body had finally stilled. She smiled at him in the dark at the sound of her first name (though he probably couldn't see it) and wrapped her arms around his neck so that her fingers could play with the base of his mohawk. "You're also still fucking turned on, and I'm not letting you go before I fucking take care of you."
Since his hands were still on her hips, it was easy for him so shift her so that they were tilted up. While he kissed along the side of her neck, he slid his right hand under her skirt and pressed his fingers against her panties. When he started rubbing the already agitated nub of nerves through the cloth, she began humming in pleasure. She could feel the tension in her abdomen building.
"Noah," she gasped out, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his mouth to hers.
He opened immediately so she could twine their tongues together. When the tension in her stomach snapped, he swallowed her cry. It was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt; masturbation definitely couldn't compare. While she came down from her high, he pulled back slightly to rest his forehead against hers.
"Are you okay babe?" he asked quietly, cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb across her cheek.
She had to smile at that; it was just so sweet of him to ask. She nodded against his forehead.
"I'm fine Noah; better than fine actually. That was just...just...wonderful," she managed to get out (she was still recovering her breath).
"Good. The next time I cum though, I will be in you," he said in a gruff voice that instantly turned her on all over again. "Babe?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Noah?"
"Are you on the pill?"
The question surprised her. "Yes, I am. I have been for a few months now."
"Good. I'm going to get tested and when I come back clean, I'm going to fuck you bareback. You'll feel every fucking inch of me. Now would be a good time to break up with Kessinger," he suggested forcefully.
Before Rachel could respond to that, someone knocked on the door and Brittany yelled, "Your time's up guys. We're opening the door."
Rachel climbed off his lap and immediately began straightening her clothes. She didn't want to advertise to everybody what they had done if she could help it. Puck stood up more slowly and pulled his shirt back down. They were ready when the door swung open. Puck strolled out first, looking rather proud of himself. She followed more slowly and she had barely gotten out when Brittany and Santana pulled her aside.
"You look thoroughly made out with," Brittany said with a grin.
Rachel blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You have a hickey," Santana pointed out, tapping Rachel's pulse point and causing her to wince in discomfort.
So much for no one knowing what had happened.
ooooo
Shortly after exiting the closet, Rachel locked herself in one of the bedrooms and pulled her I-Pod out of her front pocket. Sticking the ear buds in, she found the song that she needed to sing. She knew that she had to make a choice between the safety Jack offered and the excitement Puck could give her, and she knew the perfect song to help her make her choice (or rather find the courage to take the leap for what she already knew she wanted).
Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed
Her kiss with Puck really had been perfection.
You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know
Jack would always be second best, even if he was safe.
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
She had thought of Puck every time Jack had touched her.
You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test
Puck was so tough, but she knew he had a heart of gold; he'd shown it to her repeatedly.
He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself
She couldn't kiss Jack without wanting Puck and that was just wrong.
Cause when I'm with him You're the best
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into...
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson's learned
I touched it I was burned
Oh I think you should know
Would she regret it if she let Puck go now?
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won't you walk through
And bust in the door
And take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...
Perhaps the final line said it all. Her decision made, Rachel removed her headphones, tucked her I-Pod back into her pocket, and left the room to find Jack.
ooooo
"Look, Jack, we need to talk," Rachel said later that night while they were parked outside of his house.
She had driven them to the party because she wanted to make sure she had a way home if he drank and now she was glad she had; he was very drunk. According to Santana, during the fifteen minutes she was in the closet with Puck (apparently Brittany had gotten conveniently distracted and forgot to let them out on time), Jack had downed a good four cups of beer. She was convinced he was trying to drink away the thought of Rachel in the closet with Puck (and Rachel privately agreed with her). When Rachel had decided to head home after her song interlude, he had argued with her before finally giving in. She knew this may not be the best state to break up with him in, but she didn't want to keep stringing him along.
"You fucked Puck in that closet tonight," he accused her bitterly. "How's that for fucking talking?"
Rachel sighed. "I really didn't; I'm still a virgin. But, you're right, there is something between Puck and I," she admitted. "I don't want to hurt you, so I can't keep seeing you."
"You let him give you a fucking hickey. You're a fucking bitch," he slurred, unbuckling his seat belt. "I put up with all your fucking talking and I didn't get a thing for it."
Rachel could feel the tears stinging her eyes. She had known this wouldn't be easy; she had basically cheated on him even if she hadn't actually had sex. She was every bit as bad as Finn.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized quietly, nearly choking on the lump in her throat.
"Oh, the slut's sorry," he repeated sarcastically. When he turned to face her, she saw that his eyes were glassy and unfocused. A sneer twisted his normally handsome features. "Well, that just fucking makes up for you fucking Puck. What the fuck Rachel? You're fucking crying? You're not allowed to fucking cry after what you did. I am so fucking pissed at you, you fucking bitch."
Rachel felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. This drunken, foul-mouthed boy wasn't the same person that she knew and he scared her.
"Get out of my car Jack. You need to go in and sleep off the beer before you do something you'll regret later," she ordered gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"Like you'll fucking regret ruining our relationship later? Oh, no, wait, you were completely sober when you fucked Puckerman," he ranted.
She pleaded with him. "Please, Jack, just go inside." She really wanted him out of her car.
"Don't you fucking tell me what to do you fucking whore!" he screamed at her.
She didn't see it coming and for minutes after she didn't even realize what had happened. She just knew that one second he was yelling at her and the next she felt like her right cheekbone had shattered and she was crying in pain. Then the passenger door slammed and Jack stalked to his house.
What had just happened? she wondered dazedly, cupping a hand over her cheek.
A/N 2: To anyone who likes Jack and feels that he was out of character in the last segment, please remember that he was very drunk and very jealous of Puck (and had been since the 4th of July picnic). Although, that is definitely not an excuse for his behavior, merely an explanation. Also, the song sung by Rachel is 'Thinking of You' by Katy Perry.