Ryan Murphy owns the characters of Glee. Love the show.

Mark Salling is beautiful and probably ginormous. This is for effect.

This story is smut for adults only.

Chapter 10

Rachel wasn't sure what was wrong with Noah today, but something was definitely very wrong. He was practically growling, and had barely said anything to her since her picked her up. When she came down the stairs, his eyes swept her head to toe, and he mumbled something about her not owning pants. It was funny, because she was certain he was VERY fond of her skirts.

She leaned over in the truck to whisper in his ear, "I'm wearing your favorite underwear." She nibbled at his ear, but he pulled away.

"What the fuck, Rach? Someone could see that shit! We've got fucking Glee practice tonight. You'll be dancing!"
He looked furious. She was very confused. He always talked to her about how hot she was, and how much he loved it. He was practically an exhibitionist, and he was worried about what she was wearing. This made no sense.

"Oh. I thought you'd like it." She said nervously.

He ran his hand through his hawk. "It's hot, babe, but I want it for me, not everyone else."

She didn't understand. "It is for you."

"Not when we have fucking Glee. Finn's gonna be rubbing up on you, and if you twirl at all he'll know what you're wearing under that skirt." He ran his hand through his hawk again.

"Noah," she giggled. "Are you jealous?"

No, he wasn't fucking jealous. He was a badass. Badasses did not get jealous. He didn't get jealous. It's just that… she shouldn't be rubbing up on Finn, even for Glee.

"I'm not fucking jealous. I just don't want anyone else to see what I got."

She smiled. She didn't believe him at all. "That's so hot," she whispered into his ear. Then she nibbled lightly. Then she ran her hand along the inside of his thigh.

"Wanna skip first hour?" he asked.

"Noah, we are not skipping. Neither one of us. Don't think that I don't know you spent the majority of your day yesterday in the nurse's office. It's important to go to classes, Noah. You need to work on that." She kept talking, but he tuned out after the not skipping thing. He parked his truck and walked her to her locker. Hardly any girls turned to check him out as they walked in. He was already getting fucking used to it, but he didn't like it. Wasn't fucking natural.

In bio he and San were partnered up for some lab work. She did most of the notes for both of them, but he got the microscope where it needed to be and showed her what was up. They weren't a bad team for this kind of thing.

"Too bad your boy can't keep his dick in check." He said it casually but her eyes instantly narrowed.

"What?" she asked as she looked around to see what girl was DUMB enough to try to entice her guy. Santana was one scary ass bitch. He knew that. Everyone knew that.

"You know. In Glee. Rach complained that she could feel his hard-on during their dance. She was grossed out and shit."

She narrowed her eyes some more. "Maybe they shouldn't dance TOGETHER for their number." Santana said. "Maybe I should dance with Finn for this song."

"Yeah. Whatever," he replied casually. SCORE!

At Glee that afternoon when Mr. Schue started getting them together to practice their routine for the new song, Santana interrupted with a suggestion.

"Mr. Schue, I was thinking about this. Wouldn't this song be more effective if we split Rachel and Finn up? He could be over here like he was dreaming about her, and she could be on that side of the room like they're apart but dreaming of each other?"

"Hmmmm…" Mr. Schue put his hand by his chin. "Maybe that would be more of a message…"

"I think Santana's on to something." Rachel chimed in. Fuck yeah. This was better. Much better.