Prompt:

Puck makes Rachel wait for sex.

The first time he rolls off her and rebuttons his fly, Puck tells Rachel that he just remembered that he's 20 minutes late picking up his sister. She kisses him hard and sends him on his way because she trusts him and knows that he has no reason to lie.

But once he gets in his truck and drives around the block, he pulls over and punches the steering wheel. His girl wants it. She wants him to do nasty, dirty shit to her. When she's underneath him and she's pushing her hips up against him and she's making that little throaty noise and running her hands over the waistband of his jeans, he knows what she wants. And they've been dating for four months and he can tell that she's been ready for it for the last month and, fuck, he wants to give it to her so bad.

But then he can't. It doesn't feel… right.

Yeah, that's absolutely fuckin' crazy coming from him but hear him out, okay? See, Rachel's different. She's not Santana and she's sure as fuck not Quinn. And she's not Mrs. Moyers or Mrs. Barnum or Mrs. Alexander, either. She's Rachel. She's in a league of her fucking own. And honestly? She's way the hell outta his league and he knows it. And he keeps waiting for her to figure it out, too, and dump his ass because seriously, that girl is going places. She doesn't need some Lima loser like him holding her back. It's just a matter of time before she realizes that she was happier with Finn, anyway. So whenever she's fucking begging for it (and it seems like it's every damn day lately), he's gotta come up with a way to get out of it. It kills him. He's not sure if someone can die from blue balls but if they can, it'll be him. But he needs to make absolutely sure that she's really gonna stick around before he gives it up.

Yeah, shit's crazy. He knows. He fucking knows.

…

On a Saturday night, Rachel invites him over and when he gets there, he finds a note on the front door. "Dad and Daddy aren't home. Come on up."

He pushes the door open and he's nervous as shit because he's seen about ten pornos that start out just fucking like this. When he gets to the top of the stairs, he knows that his girl is probably either going to be one of two ways: 1) butt-ass naked, or 2) in some form of lace.

When he opens her bedroom door, he discovers that number two was correct. She's lying on her bed, one leg propped up, and her hands are fidgeting with the covers. Her tits (her perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, perky tits) are covered in thin scraps of silver lace that he just wants to tear apart with his teeth. And she's wearing a tiny little thong and he can see, he can fucking see the Promised Land. So what does he do? He freezes. He's unable to move.

He can't fucking move.

Rachel stares at him and then climbs off the bed and walks over to him. He drops his eyes to the way the cups are hugging her tits and then he can see her nipples through the lace and he swears he may come. Right fucking there. Right in his goddamn boxers.

Rachel puts her hands out and wraps them around his waist. She tilts her head up at him and smiles shyly through her lashes. "Do you like my outfit?"

"Yes. No. Fuck, I don't know, Rachel!" Puck unhooks her arms and stalks over toward the bed. He can smell the lotion that she uses and it just makes him harder.

Rachel now looks worried and she's biting her lip and staring at him, her eyes sad. "Don't you want me?"

Puck shoves his hand through his hair and lets out a laugh. "Fuck yes, I want you, baby… I just… I think we should wait. It's just… it's better if we wait. I want the first time to just be… good." He wants to add, "and I want to make sure you're not going to dump my ass and run back to Finn" but he doesn't. He can tell she's pissed enough as it is.

Rachel says she understands but he's not sure he believes her. And then she slips on her robe, cinches it tightly around her waist, and slams the bathroom door. When she doesn't come out after 45 minutes and ignores his knocking, he finally leaves. His life sucks and it's his own damn fault (as usual.)

...

She swears that everything is fine. By Monday she's cooled off and she says she understands that he wants it to be special and that she actually thinks it's sweet. But Monday after school, she straddles him on his bed and pulls her shirt over her head. He pushes her off and says something completely pussified about her not respecting his wishes. She throws her shirt back on and grumbles something unintelligible before slamming out the door and down the steps. He falls back on the bed and stares at the ceiling. He's not sure when he became such a fucking chick but he doesn't like it.

…

The next day, he's decided that, fuck it, he's gonna bang his girlfriend. She's not gonna leave him. She's been with him for four months. If she was gonna step, she woulda by now.

But then he sees her laughing with Finn in the hallway and she tucks a strand behind her ear in that shy, cute little way that she does and he feels like he's gonna fucking explode.

Yup, he's gonna fucking lose her to Finn. He knew it.

That night, she doesn't even try to put the moves on him while they're doing homework together. And it sucks.

…

Thursday, he asks her to help him with his Spanish homework after school and she declines. She tells him that she's promised Finn that she'll help him with a Glee assignment. He acts all cool but when he gets to his truck, he's sure he's gonna have a fuckin' panic attack. He's been trying to do the right thing all this time. He's been trying to make sure everything was perfect and that she really wanted to be with him before they did the nasty… and then he waited too long and he's pretty sure that by Friday night, she's gonna be Finn's girlfriend again and not his.

His life sucks.

…

Later that night, he's in his living room watching TV when the doorbell rings. His sister and his mom are doing some lame shit at the JCC so he's home alone. He yanks the door open and Rachel is standing there and rage is in her eyes. She storms past him and into the living room.

"Finn Husdon!" she yells.

And here it comes. Puck's expected this. This is the part where all his fears come to fruition and she dumps his ass. He crosses his arms and stares at her. "Yeah?"

"Finn! You would not believe him!" She's pacing across the living room and he's trying not to watch the way her calf muscles move because he knows he shouldn't be turned on when he's about to be tossed aside.

"What did Golden Boy do? You guys getting married?"

Rachel skids to a stop and glares at him. "Do you know that idiot had the nerve to ask me if you and I were happy? And when I told him that yes, we were, he told me that if I ever decided that you weren't what I needed, to give him a call. Can you believe that?"

Puck wants to grab his keys and go bust Finn in his stupid face for hitting on his girl but then he stops because there's a reason Rachel's here and not with Finn right now. "So did you tell him off?"

"Not exactly," Rachel confides.

Great. So she's into Finn's shit. Of-fucking-course.

"I told him to go to hell and that if he even looked at me, I'd smack him until he was cross-eyed." Rachel starts pacing again. "The nerve of him! To think I'd want to be with him again? After all we went through? And I'm with you now! And I love you, even if you won't sleep with me."

Two seconds later, he's got her face trapped in his hands and he's already started the process of sucking her lips off.

Twenty minutes later, he's fucking her over the arm of the couch. And when she comes around him and it's the tightest, wettest thing he's ever felt and his eyes roll back in his head and he almost falls over on top of her? He realizes that the waiting and the worry and the blue balls were all worth it.