A/N: Hello guys. I am sorry this took so long but I feel although no one reads it. I am not going to bother to write long chapters if ya'll don't review because I feel like I'm wasting my time. Alright well I hope you like this chapter. Please review and I'll write more next time. Bye.

-Talia xx

RACHEL

I have to stop near a huge crowed of people because my shoe has caught on something, "all of these fucking straps" I hiss whisper to myself while trying to fix the now broken strap, then I see the exact mohawk I know and love. Noah, he is here and very drunk by the looks of his swaying body, lankly stumbling through the people and banging into every person near spilling more drinks than the cleaners would possibly like to be spilt.

I decide it's best I go over and take him somewhere safe incase his mask comes off and he blows his cover.

Walking over to him I start whispering his name hoping he hears me and comes to his seances about where he is and who he is currently bumping into.

"Puck" I whisper trying to not be so loud that people hear who he is but still loud enough over the echoing party that is taking place all around us.

"Noah" I hiss louder than I thought because people start to look at me as if I am insane.

I give up trying to get his attention and end up just dragging him away (realising he smells like the strongest drink we serve and cringing at how bad he'll feel tomorrow) to the nearest room I can reach, which in my huge house happens to be up the next flight of stairs and to the left. My room.

He mumbles something about Finn and I realise how he got into the party, Finn must of been invited and the mask makes more sense now. I lay him down on my bed and he passes out completely I walk over to my door and lock it so father doesn't walk in on a Puckerman in my bed. If only it was the way I wanted it. I curl up next to him and fall asleep, trying really hard to not enjoy the way he feels when he grabs me and hold me tight against his body like some kind of soft toy.

PUCK

My body feels so light in this bed, apart from a killer hangover and not much memory of last night I am glad to feel like I got home safely. I've learnt a few things from my years of drinking and opening your eye slowly has got to be a main point. So thats what I do, I stretch my body out on my bed and feel something. My eyes snap open to see a pile of chestnut brown hair messily thrown everywhere and a small body under a parade of white cloud blankets I turn and look foggily around my eyesight is blurred from not only how white and bright it is but also because of how fast I opened my eyes when I saw another person.

I take a good look around the room now that my eyes are more awake, but I don't want to look at the girl again yet, I want to see where the fuck I am.

I must of been moving around to much because I hear a yawn.

I turn and look at her, "Morning" she whispers in a husky morning voice that should not be as hot as it is.

"Rachel" is all I can breathe out because how did i not realise it was her, the hair the small body god, she is breath taking even in the fucking morning, I mean hot, studs don't say pansy shit like that.

"Did you sleep well?" she questions with the most innocent smile on her face that makes me want to kiss her all over.

"Uh-" my mouth becomes dry when the blanket falls down slightly revealing her tan shoulder and slight boob, "I slept fine, just have a killer hangover, some drinks you guys served"

I want to punch myself for not remembering much about last night. She gives me a slight smile and looks at something behind me out the big french doors leading to her balcony I assume and before I can turn around to see what it is she tackles me back into the bed.

"Wha-"

"Shhhh" is all I get in response I am trying really hard not to move but her body being pressed up against mine and her smell all in my senses it's not hard to become, erm, hard.

After a few minutes of this close encounter Rachel removed herself off of me and climbed off her bed. Literally climbed because she was so small compared to it.

"Not complaining but, uh, what was that about" I ask

Her whole face flushes red and at this moment I am more than sure she is the most beautiful person I have ever seen "Oh, sorry. Father was outside talking to the gardner, and I didn't want him to see you in my bed" she looks anywhere but me and I smirk at her discomfort.

"Oh yes, hate for him to see that his lil' angel isn't such a saint?" I say and wink.

"Something like that" she sends me a sly smile and I really slap myself for not remembering much of last night.

"So, uh hey. Did I, well we, do-" I half ask awkwardly but before I can finish she stops me.

"Ha no, Noah, i did not deflower you while you were so intoxicated" she laughs at the way my chest puffs out when she says 'deflower'.

"Well, miss Berry. I am a stud, not a flower." I say in mock serious voice and tackle her into the bed, she laughs as she hits the soft white cloud of blankets, before I can stop myself our lips are connected.

"Noah, stop the door might be unlo-" she moans mid-way through the sentence and thats the end of her trying to stop this.

I am just about to take my top off when the door unlocks and someone steps in.

"Rach- WHAT" the voice screams.