Chapter 10

A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! I'm sorry it took so long to get this out. My muse hasn't been cooperative lately but GoingVitage and her fantastic story To Have and to Hold got her happy again. If you haven't read it yet stop reading this and go read her story…seriously!

A/N 2: I don't own Glee.

A/N 3: A little bit of smut so if you're under 18…make sure your mom doesn't catch you reading it.

"…kissing Quinn right in front of her…"

"…totally using the freak…"

"…can't believe she showed her face today…"

Rachel held her head up high and forced a smile on her face as she walked through the halls of McKinley High Monday morning, completely aware that all around her students were gossiping about what had happened Friday night.

"Just ignore them Rachel," she told herself firmly. "As a future star you must be prepared for the rude stares and loud whispers. Just ignore them and go about your day as you normally would."

She rounded the corner and stopped abruptly when she saw Puck standing by her locker, a smirk on his face and a Big Gulp cup clutched in his right hand. He caught her eye and raised his eyebrow slightly. Rachel gave him a hesitant smile as a sudden rush of heat coursed through her body. She walked over to him, dragging her pink trolley bag behind her.

"Good morning Noah," she said a bit shyly. She opened her locker and shrugged out of her wool coat, her eyes locked with his the entire time. "Might I inquire as to why you are here so early? You usually run in right before the first period bell rings."

"Thought I'd try something new," Puck answered tiredly. Truth was he couldn't fall asleep last night. Every time he closed his eyes an image of Rachel wearing nothing but that tiny black lace thong would pop into his mind. He woke up around 5:30 with a throbbing hard on after dreaming that Rachel was on her knees in front of him, stroking his shaft with her soft hands and sucking his cock with those full pouty lips. After taking an ice cold shower and spraying his load all over the shower tiles he got dressed, went to the 7-11 and then headed over to school…an hour before classes started.

Puck thrust the Big Gulp cup in her direction. "Here," he said before yawning loudly. "Definitely need to head over to the nurse's office for a nap."

"Thank you," Rachel replied with a smile. She took a sip and gave him a quizzical look when he moaned. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Fine," he managed to choke out. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of her lips wrapped around the straw. "Fucking lucky straw!" he thought resentfully. He opened his eyes and gave her a small smile. "So… your dad still freaking out?"

She laughed lightly as she pulled her US History book from her bag. "No. Dad was able to calm daddy down last night and he explained how you took care of me Friday night. Needless to say daddy was singing your praises this morning. He wasn't even upset that you snuck into my room last night."

"Well, I didn't exactly sneak in Berry," Puck replied in a seductive tone. He stepped closer to her and placed his hand on her lower back, giving her a salacious smile when she blinked up at him. "You let me in…you wanted me in your bedroom." He moved his hand down slowly, settling it on her taut ass, and pulling her body closer to his.

Rachel's eyes widened when she felt his hand move to her bottom. She grasped the Big Gulp cup in her hands and flushed pink when she felt a damp spot seep through her panties.

"Your…um…your hand is on my bottom," she whispered timidly.

"I know. You want me to put it somewhere else?" He asked mischievously, his hand traveling leisurely to the front of her skirt.

"Noah!" Rachel cried out in shock, stepping back from his touch. She looked around the hallway quickly and noticed their fellow classmates shooting them curious glances. "We are in the middle of the school hallway, which is hardly the place to be groping me. Besides, last night you stated that you wanted to take things slowly with our relationship."

"This is me going slow." Puck replied shortly, rolling his eyes upward. He felt a tap on his back and turned around, frowning when he saw a blonde Cheerio smiling flirtatiously at him.

"Hi Puck," she said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

"`Sup," Puck answered briskly. He turned his attention back to Rachel, who was glaring at the Cheerio. Puck let out a frustrated sigh when he felt another tap.

"What?" He asked angrily.

"My parents are out of town this week. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house tonight and …hang out," she replied, still twirling the strand around her finger.

"I don't want to be rude but who the fuck are you?" Puck asked in annoyance.

The blonde Cheerio's mouth dropped open in shock. "I was your date at the dance," she replied in a bitchy tone.

Puck nodded his head slowly recognition. "Oh right…Amber."

"My name is Zoey!" the blonde Cheerio yelled.

"Wow…I wasn't even a little bit close on that one," Puck said to Rachel. He grinned when he saw her bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"You asshole!" Zoey screamed at him, causing the other students in the hallway to look over.

"Chill Amber," he said coolly.

"Zoey!" she screeched. She flipped him off before turning around and stomping away, her body shaking with fury.

Puck ran his hand through his Mohawk and turned back to face Rachel. She shook her head in amusement, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Puck smirked and pressed his body closer to hers, settling his hands on her hips.

"Where were we?" he said in a husky tone, gazing at her lips.

"Noah," Rachel chided gently, placing her hand on his broad chest.

Puck sighed and took a step back. He took his hands off her hips and shoved them in the pockets of his jeans, forcing a smile on his face. "I forgot…we're going slow," he said, his tone laced with frustration. "You're such a pussy!" he thought in annoyance. "You just had to suggest that you guys take things slowly. You could have your tongue down her throat by now but you grew a vagina and now there is no telling when Rachel is going to let you touch the goods! Good work douche bag!"

Puck shook his head to clear his thoughts. He looked down the hall in time to see Finn and Quinn walking hand in hand, ignoring the glances and whispers they were receiving. Puck nudged Rachel's shoulder, giving a slight nod of the head when she looked up. She turned her head in the direction he was looking in and frowned.

Finn and Quinn slowed down when they came near Rachel's locker. Finn glowered at Puck and Rachel, his body becoming visibly tense. Quinn had the decency to look guilty, trying to avoid eye contact with Puck. She tugged on Finn's hand, silently telling him to keep walking.

Puck and Rachel watched as Finn and Quinn walked away, disappearing into the now crowded hallway. Puck turned back to Rachel, who was closing her locker shut.

"You okay," he asked softly, taking her hand in his.

Rachel looked up and gave him a reassuring smile. She squeezed his hand gently and nodded her head. "I'm fine Noah. I'm just confused by Finn's behavior. I don't understand why he so angry at me."

Puck grinned at her. Rachel Berry may get straight A's and use big words but when it came to the inner workings of the male mind she was clueless. "Finn thinks he still has a claim on you Berry."

Rachel's brow furrowed. "A claim on me?" she repeated slowly.

They began to walk down the hall, their hands still intertwined. "You had a mad crush on him and he liked that. He liked knowing that you were there for him if he needed you… smiling at him, touching him…talking to him. He still wants that in case things with Quinn don't work out."

"Well, I don't want him anymore," Rachel replied firmly. She stopped walking and looked up at him earnestly. "Do you still want to be with Quinn?"

"Fuck no!" Puck said quickly. "I still want to be there for my daughter but I could care less about Quinn. I meant what I said last night Rachel. I like you and I want to make this work…even if that means you won't let me touch your boobs until I'm 90."

Rachel laughed. "Don't worry Noah. You won't have to wait that long," she said with an impish grin.

Puck let out a guttural moan, dipping his head lower until his warm breath tickled her skin. "You are such a cock tease." He whispered into her ear.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" an excited voice called out.

Puck and Rachel turned their heads to see Kurt and Mercedes standing in front of them. Kurt looked positively giddy while Mercedes looked completely shocked.

Puck lifted his head and glared at Kurt. "`Sup Celine," he said in irritation.

"I prefer Beyonce," Kurt replied placing his hand on his hip, doing a perfect diva pose. "Celine is so 1990's."

Puck rolled his eyes and looked at Mercedes, who was glaring at him.

"White boy," she snapped.

"Black girl," Puck shot back. He gently slipped his hand from Rachel's grasp and turned to face her. "As much as I want to stay and gossip with you girls I'm going to head to the nurse's office and take a nap." He curled his hand around the back of Rachel's neck and kissed her forehead. "See ya a lunch." He slapped her ass lightly and walked away, leaving Kurt, Mercedes, and Rachel with their mouths hanging open.

"He just kissed you and spanked your bottom," Kurt said in an awed whisper. "I'm wetting myself."

"I thought you told Kurt nothing happened between the two of you in that hotel room," Mercedes accused.

Rachel took a deep breath, trying to control the jolt of electricity that was coursing through her body. "I can't believe he slapped my butt…and I can't believe I liked it!"

"I told Kurt the truth…well partly the truth," Rachel replied defensively. "However yesterday Noah and I talked and we agreed to start a relationship…slowly."

"Wow, I thought you would be grounded after staying out all night on Friday," Kurt said as the three of them walked to their US History class.

"I am," Rachel said.

"And your dads still let you talk to Puck yesterday?" Mercedes asked as they walked into their first period class.

"Well…Noah actually climbed the tree outside my bedroom last night and I let him in through my window," Rachel told them slowly, blushing at their stunned expressions.

Kurt grabbed Rachel's arm. "Need details now!"

Rachel giggled as she walked over to her desk, Kurt and Mercedes following behind her. None of them realized that their entire conversation had been overheard by the person walking behind them.