"Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches." - The Princess Bride
AN: Okay this is a veeeeeeeeeeery long chapter, but I wanted to get the rest of the Florida trip in! Pictures of outfits are on my Polyvore. Enjoy :D
"Bitch, this early morning phone call better mean you got something last night from Puckerman or I'm stealing your Barbra picture and hiding it," Kitty barked from the other end of the phone. It was half past seven on Saturday morning and Rachel was sitting on Kurt and Aiden's balcony, a cup of coffee in her hands.
Kurt and Aiden had left for the gym already, determined to get a workout in before the group enjoyed a day at the beach. Puck was still fast asleep, snoring away on the floor.
"Do you ever think about anything that is not my sex life?" Rachel teased, her knees pulled against her chest as she watched a pelican fly past, diving into the ocean to get his breakfast.
"No, not really," Kitty laughed. Rachel could picture her sitting in their kitchen, her terrycloth robe wrapped around her body with a cup of coffee cradled between her hands and a piece of half-eaten toast on the table in front of her. "How do you like your new bed clothes? Better yet, how did Puckerman like your new bed clothes?" she asked, her voice teasing.
"Just a warning, I am going to murder you for that when I get back to New York," Rachel threatened, taking a sip of her coffee.
"But for serious, did Puckerman's eyes bulge out of his face when he watched you walk out of the bathroom wearing nothing except one of those lacy numbers I picked out for you?" Kitty laughed.
"He was trying very hard to stop his jaw from dropping to the floor," Rachel giggled before making a face. "You are distracting me. I did not call you to discuss my nighttime attire or faux boyfriend's reaction to it."
"Then why did you disturb my beauty sleep?"
"Because major drama occurred last night and I must fill you in on everything that transpired," Rachel explained, picking at the chipped polish on her toenails.
"What, did the most fabulous couple in the world break up a week before their fabulous wedding or something?" Kitty asked. It was no secret Kitty and Kurt did not get along. In fact, they practically despised one another. If it weren't for Kurt's snobbishness and Kitty's hatred of the entire male race, Rachel was convinced they would have been best friends. After all, they both lived and breathed fashion as well as having the opinion that she was a fashion train wreck on two legs.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "As if. Those two idiots are perfect for one another."
"Just like you and Puckerman," Kitty teased, letting out a peel of laughter.
"Do you want to hear what happened or do you wish to continue mocking me instead?" Rachel asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Shutting up. Please continue."
Rachel smiled a little, taking another small sip of her coffee before speaking again. "Like I was saying, the world's greatest same-sex couple picked Noah and I up from the airport with no indication they are about to ruin our vacation. Once we are all in the car, they ambushed us with the surprise that the asshole and slut are in town and we are expected to associate with them."
"Bitches. You should have hopped right back on the plane," Kitty laughed. Rachel imagined her running her hands through her tangled hair as she finished her first cup of coffee.
"I threatened to," Rachel admitted with a laugh. "Anyways, getting back to the story, Kurt and Aiden brought us to some redneck country bar, complete with drinks in red Solo cups," she giggled. "Sam and his skank were already there, obviously, and before I even have a chance to sit down at the table, the whore finds something to criticize me about."
"Cunt," Kitty said simply. "Though really, what did you expect. The bitch stole your boyfriend. It's not like you two are going to be besties and braid each other's hair while discussing the last episode of The Real Housewives of New Jersey."
"Fair point," Rachel admitted. "Well, she and the world's biggest jackass were complete jerks and finding anything and everything to make fun of me for. I just sat there in silence, not really sure what to say or do. I considered throwing my drink in her face, however I did not have a drink yet so that was not an option. Noah, being the sweetheart that he is, ended up pulling me to the side and suggested we get a drink after our travels. He was really just trying to give me some air to breathe and an escape from the smack down Sam and Chelsea were putting on me. He asked me about the long, sordid past Sam and I share, so I promised I would inform him of it later. After we returned to the group, the DJ began asking for volunteers to ride the mechanical bull, so I did it."
"Hold the phone, you rode a mechanical bull?!"
"Only for a minute."
"Shut the front door! I'm impressed. Please continue."
"Even after I rode the bull and managed to get thrown off in the process, Chelsea still refused to let up and give me a little peace. I asked Kurt if we could go home, so we cashed out and prepared to head back to his and Aiden's place. Sam cornered me near the door and handed me a flash drive. He stated a new song he wrote was on it and he wished I would listen to it. You know, give him some feedback. I told him to have his skank critique it for him, but he claimed he wants my opinion."
"And how much does the song suck?"
"I would not know. I have not listened to it yet and have no plans to do so."
"Why the fuck not? Rach, you have been presented with a golden opportunity and you'd be a damn fool not to take it."
"I do not think I understand," Rachel said, her ankles crossed underneath her chair.
"You have a unique chance to hit him where it really hurts. Think about it: you wrote or co-wrote all of the band's songs. This is the very first song Sam wrote by himself. Imagine what it would be to tell him that song sucks a giant dick? He'll be crushed!"
"But what if the song is actually good, or at least half-way decent?" Rachel asked.
"Who gives a shit? Tell him it blows even if it's the best damn song you've ever heard. Don't listen to it while you're there. Wait until you're home and we'll listen to it together. I'll help you think of the perfect things to say to let him know his song sucks monkey balls."
There was a sliding noise as the balcony door opened and Puck appeared, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts.
Now it was Rachel's turn to gawk. She'd known Puck for a little over a week now and had seen him in different outfits, but she'd never seen him with so little clothes on. She had suspected he was built, but imagining it was different than seeing it up close and personal. He leaned against the door frame and smiled at her, giving her a little bit longer to subtly check him out. His chest was sculpted and well-defined, his muscular abs glistening in the sun with a few beads of sweat. His pelvic muscles jutted out of the waist band of his boxers in a perfect V, and Rachel had the sudden desire to nibble on the skin.
"Hello? Rach? Are you even listening to me?" Kitty snapped from the other end of the phone.
"Uh, sorry," Rachel stutters, not even sure what they were talking about anymore. "I gotta go. I will call you back later."
"Puckerman just walked out half naked, didn't he?" Kitty teased.
"Yep. Talk to you later." With that, Rachel hung up her phone and set it on the table in front of her, glancing up at Puck with a nervous smile on her lips.
"Sleep well then?" he asked, taking a seat in the chair next to her, placing his cup of coffee on the table.
"Quite well," she replied. "And yourself?"
"Except for you talking in your sleep all night, it was grand," he teased, pulling her legs onto his lap. He started gently massaging her calves, laughing at her horrified expression.
"I do not talk in my sleep!" she insisted, leaning her head back against the chair as he buried his fingers into the knotted muscles of her calves.
"Okay, except you totally do," Puck taunted, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Oh goodness," Rachel groaned. "What on earth did I discuss in my slumber last night?"
"Just how hot I am and how you totally want to nail me. Not that I blame you. I am quite a catch if I do say so myself," he laughed, enjoying her red face. "I can't keep this up, your far is killing me. I'm just joking, Berry. You were as silent as a mouse last night."
"Ugh, you jerk!" Rachel cried, attempting to hit him in the chest. Puck easily stopped her, imprisoning her wrists in his left hand while he smirked at her. "Let me go!" she whined.
"Ah ah ah, you forgot the magic word," he taunted.
"Please?"
"Ernt!" he laughed, making a buzzer sound. "The magic word is Noah Puckerman, you handsome devil, please let me go."
Rachel scoffed. "I am not saying that!"
"The n I guess your hands aren't that important to you," he teased.
Rachel scrunched up her face as she let out a sigh. "Fine. Noah Puckerman, you handsome devil, please let me go."
Puck grinned at her. "I knew you thought I was handsome," he teased, her wrists still in his firm grasp.
"Noah!" she laughed as he pulled her closer, still not releasing her hands. Rachel ended up seated on his lap facing him, one leg on either side of him. He released her hands and she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, her dark eyes staring into his.
The position was very intimate and Rachel soon forgot they were only playing boyfriend and girlfriend. She leaned her face close to his, her lips connecting with his.
Puck was momentarily surprised, not sure how to react. Rachel was beautiful and there was no point denying he was attracted to her. Common sense be damned. Puck wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer so her chest was pressed right up against his. He moved his left hand up, tangling it in her hair.
Rachel opened her mouths their lips fused together, Puck seizing the moment and shoving his tongue in her mouth. Rachel moaned as their tongues wrestled with each other in her mouth, her right hand gripping his shoulder. This was all technically against the contract they'd made, but it seemed both of them had forgotten about that for the time being.
Not only had Rachel forgotten the contract, she seemed hell bent on breaking it even further. Already she was wondering how far this was going to go. Would it stop here on the balcony or would it go all the way back to the bedroom inside.
Unfortunately for both her and Puck, she didn't get to find out. Puck's hand was resting over top her nightgown on her breast when Rachel heard someone clear their throat. "I hope we're not interrupting anything," Kurt said, suppressing a laugh.
"And if we are, well you two have your own room for a reason," Aiden added.
Rachel practically fell to the floor trying to climb off Puck's lap, her face on fire. "You both suck," she whined, standing up to straighten out her nightie. "I am going inside to shower and get ready for the beach before you find something else to tease me for," she announced, her face still a deep crimson color. Figuring there was never a bad time to practice her best diva exit, Rachel stormed off the balcony and back inside, letting the door to her and Puck's bedroom slam behind her.
Kurt and Aiden burst into laughter once she had disappeared before turning their attention to Puck. "Dude, why are you still sitting here?" Aiden asked.
"Huh?"
"Rachel doesn't just announce she'd going to take a shower and get ready unless she wants someone to know it," Kurt explained. "And I'm positive she's not referring to the two of us," he added, gesturing to himself and Aiden. "Do I need to make myself any more clear?"
He did not. Puck nodded at the two of them before heading inside, sliding the glass door shut behind him. He trekked down the hall and into the room he was sharing with Rachel, shutting and locking the door behind him. You know, just in case.
Rachel seemed to be waiting for him, lying on the bed with her legs spread open, not a stitch of clothing on her body. Puck admired the scene before him, taking in every inch of Rachel's perfect body. Her abdomen was toned and fit, her legs lean with just the right amount of muscle. While her breasts were on the small side, they were full and ample, moving as her chest rose with each breath she took.
"I was wondering when you would get here," she said with a coy smile. "See anything you like?"
Hell yeah he did. His body seemed to agree with him. His arousal was obvious from the front of his boxers, a significant tent there now. He discarded the offending bit of clothing and stalked over to the bed, reaching down to grab her ankles. He yanked her towards him, Rachel letting out a giggle that turned him on even more.
He ran a finger up her slit, eliciting a moan from her. Rachel spread her legs more for him, shivering with anticipation. Ready to explode himself, Puck dove right in, burying himself inside her. She felt even better than he imagined she would. Puck's body covered her as he began thrusting in and out of her, making her cry out each time her pushed inside her.
"Oh yes baby," she squealed, her fingers digging into his back. "Harder! Faster!"
Puck obliged her, thrusting his hips harder into her as he picked up the pace. He reached a hand up to her chest, fondling her breast. His touch seemed to drive Rachel wild. She was approaching her edge. One more thrust and...
"Shit!" Rachel bolted upright in bed, looking around. The room was still dark with just a peak of sunlight shining through the window, courtesy of the rising sun. Her nightie was still on her body and she was alone in bed. A snore came from the ground and Rachel glanced over the edge, finding Puck still fast asleep on the floor.
A dream. It had all been a dream. The phone call, the kiss, the sex...none of it had been real.
She, Rachel Berry, had had a vivid sex dream about Noah Puckerman. So vivid that she could feel the wetness on her panties from the very real orgasm said dream had given her. She glanced at the clock next to her, making a face when she saw it was only 5:30 in the morning.
Well, there was no way she was going to be able to go back to sleep now. Rachel pulled the covers back over the bed and, after changing into a clean pair of underwear, found a thin hoodie sitting atop Noah's bag. She grabbed that along with her phone and silently made her way out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
She ventured out onto the balcony and slid the door shut, taking a seat on one of the chairs and stared out at the rising sun. Kitty would be up now, getting ready to head to the gym for an early workout.
Rachel scrolled through her contacts before highlighting her roommate's name, pressing the call button and holding her phone to her ear.
"Oh my god, why are you even awake?" Kitty asked as she answered the phone, not even bothering with a greeting.
"Hello to you to," Rachel said dryly, her feet resting on the table in front of her.
"Well I...hold up, you just had sex!" she accused.
"Excuse me?"
"You so did! You always have this calmness in your voice after you've been properly fucked and you have it now. Spill, I demand full details."
"I did not have sex," Rachel insisted. "Well, not exactly."
"How can you 'not exactly' have sex? Did he go down on you or something?"
"No, he fucked me, just not in person. I had sex with him in my dream, and it was so good that I woke up coming down from a real orgasm."
"No fucking way."
"Way," Rachel said with a nod. "One minute I am talking to you on the phone, the next we are fucking in the bed. I do not even know what prompted me to have a dream like that."
"I do. You find him hot and want to fuck him. Just be honest with yourself and admit it, Rach."
"Okay, so maybe I do find him attractive and would not mind enjoying a night or two in bed with him."
"Christ Rachel, you make everything sound so proper all the time. Just say you want to nail him and be done with it."
"But so what if I would like to sleep with him," Rachel said, ignoring Kitty's last comment. "It is not as if that is going to happen."
"And why the fuck not? Look, I see the way he stares at you. He's into you, and not just a fake I'm-playing-this-chick's-boyfriend-so-I-have-to-act-like-we're-fucking staring, but an I-wonder-what-she-looks-like-naked staring."
"Where do you come up with these explanations?" Rachel laughed, crossing her legs underneath the chair. "But seriously, it is not going to happen. It has nothing to do with attraction or even needing to get laid. We have an agreement about what is acceptable and what is not. Sex is not written into said contract."
"Jeez Rach, didn't you put in a clause that lets you change your mind or a loop hole or something?"
"I do not know," Rachel said, wishing she had a cup of coffee, or at least a bowl of cereal. "I think I remember putting in something which enabled me to renegotiate the terms of the agreement at any time."
"So renegotiate them!" Kitty laughed. "Just go up to him and be like 'look bitch you're hot. Let's tear up this piece of paper and get down and dirty in the sheets.' See, simple."
"Even if I were considering doing that which I am not, I am not about to suggest doing that. One, I would turn bright red before I could even get a word out, and two, I am not about to turn a fake relationship into a friends with benefits situation. Just because I would like to have some great sex does not mean I am about to jump into bed with the first guy who shows the slightest amount of interest in me."
Rachel heard Kitty sigh on the other end of the phone. "Girl, I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"You will get over it," Rachel replied, draping her legs over the arm of the chair as she leaned back.
"Can you at least promise me something?"
"Depends what it is."
Kitty let out a laugh. "Just get some sun while you're down there. You're looking a little pale."
"Oh, well that I can..."
"And some dick too. You need that as well."
"I am hanging up now. Goodbye," she said before ending the phone call, placing the phone on the table in front of her. She leaned her head back against the chair, figuring she'd watch the end of the sunrise while everyone else woke up.
"Okay seriously, who wears that out in public?" Rachel asked, looking up from her towel with a disgusted face as Chelsea pulled off her cover up, revealing the world's smallest bikini. The top was two green triangles held together with some very thin string while the bottom barely covered half of her ass.
To her surprise, Sam seemed to be paying no attention to her, almost seeming annoyed that she was calling so much attention to herself with her itsy bitsy choice in swimwear.
Rachel, not having the confidence to wear something with so little fabric, had opted for a striped strapless bikini Kitty had packed for her. Not having much to work with in the boob department, the swimsuit seemed to do everything in its power to give Rachel some cleavage.
"Someone who lacks class," Puck whispered in her ear, causing her to giggle a little as he poured a small amount of sunscreen in his hand, spreading it over her back, giving her a small massage at the same time.
Before they'd left for the beach, Rachel begged Puck to pack on the PDA, something he hadn't seemed opposed to in the slightest. After the previous night, the fake relationship wasn't about proving to Sam she could move on. She needed to show him she'd moved on and she was happier than he and Chelsea were.
Puck leaned over and placed a kiss on the side of her neck. Rachel turned her head towards him and he moved his lips to hers, causing her to giggle a little as the small amount of stubble on his chin tickled her face.
Rachel could see out of the corner of her eye Chelsea looking over at them, a sour expression on her face. "Sammy," she whined, turning towards her fiance with a pout on her face. "Put some lotion on my back, baby. I don't want my perfect skin getting burnt. Or worse, getting a gross mole like Rachel has," she laughed.
Sam seemed bored, practically ignoring her. "I'm not getting that gunk on my hands. Go ask Aiden to help you," he sighed, taking a seat in a chair as he slipped his sunglasses on his face.
Rachel wasn't at all surprised Sam had shut her down like that. If there was one thing Sam hated more than being told what to do, it was whining. Once, about a year after they'd started dating, Rachel had started whining to Sam one Saturday about how Kurt's birthday was coming up and she couldn't think of anything to get him. Sam responded by telling her she was being a pain.
If Chelsea really thought that's how she was going to get her way, she still had a lot to learn about the man she was going to marry.
Sensing she was going to get nowhere with Sam, Chelsea changed tactics, turning her big eyes on Puck, who's hands were still moving over Rachel's fully lotioned back. "Puck, want to help a girl out?" she asked, batting her eyes at him.
Rachel felt the jealousy surge inside her as she watched Chelsea so obviously flirt with Puck. Rachel had countless reasons to hate Chelsea. The girl had wormed her way into Sam's life when he was still with Rachel, she'd pretended to be Rachel's friend while she was banging Sam right under her nose, then proceeded to steal Sam from Rachel and make sure Rachel found out in the most devastating way possible. But all of that was nothing compared to watching her flirt with Puck right in front of Rachel's eyes.
Not that she cared about Puck like that. It was ridiculous to even think that. Yet, seeing her giggle and bat her eyes at him made Rachel want to tear out the extensions in Chelsea's hair.
"Sorry, I'm kind of occupied right now," Puck said with a shrug of his shoulder.
"Please?" Chelsea whined. "I mean, you don't want me to get burned, do you?" she asked. "What if I get skin cancer? Do you want to be the reason I get skin cancer and die? Or at least turn ugly?"
Puck gave Rachel a look and she let out an irritated sigh before nodding once. He gave her a kiss on the cheek before rising to his feet and kneeling behind Chelsea while she giggled and gave an excited clap.
Puck poured some of the lotion into his hands and started rubbing it onto Chelsea's back. He didn't massage it in the way he had with Rachel, but it didn't seem to matter. Chelsea let out a long moan and leaned her head back. "Mm, oh that feels so good," she sighed, rolling her shoulders slightly. Puck pulled his hands off her and she pouted. "Don't stop," she commanded. "You didn't get my lower back."
Puck made a face but obliged as she continued to moan while his hands roamed over her bare back. Rachel's hands balled into fists as she attempted to maintain her composure. However, that soon became impossible when Chelsea grabbed Puck's hands and moved them so they were resting underneath her breasts, claiming she needed lotion there as well.
"Holy fuck, Chelsea. Is stealing one of my boyfriends not enough for you?" she snapped, two seconds away from kicking sand in her face.
"It's not stealing if they come willingly, and I don't recall Sam protesting at all," she smirked with a cruel laugh.
Rachel let out a groan as she rose to her feet. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. "I am going for a walk before I say something I will forget," she finally said, stomping away.
Puck watched her walk down to the water's edge before making her way down the shore, not looking back once. "You know, I should go see if she's okay."
Kurt shook his head. "It's okay, I got her." He nodded once at Puck as he rose to his feet. "I'll get her to come back," Kurt promised.
Once Kurt had vanished, Sam turned his attention towards Chelsea. "Do you have to be such a bitch to her all the time? Give her a fucking break, Chelsea."
"And why would I do that?" she asked, sliding up next to Puck, her hand resting on his thigh. "I can't stand her."
"Well, if you don't cool it, I'll dump you. It was funny in the beginning, but now it's getting pathetic. Are you really so insecure that you have to tear down my ex every time you see her?" he asked.
Chelsea scoffed. "Why do you even care if I'm mean to her?"
"Because she doesn't deserve it. Just leave her alone."
Kurt caught up to Rachel after a minute, her arms crossed over her chest. "Rachie doll, wait!" he called after her.
She turned towards him, tears in her eyes. "Why does she have to be that way?" she sobbed, reaching down and grabbing a shell, pitching it into the ocean.
"Nice throw," Kurt commented. "And it's because she's a sad, insecure, little girl. She's so petrified about losing Sam that she has to tear you down to make sure he doesn't realize he's still in love with you."
Rachel scoffed, picking up another shell and pitching it into the ocean. "And flirting with Puck was what, a backup plan in case Sam dumps her skanky ass?"
"No, that was her being a bully."
"I thought I was done with the name-calling and bullying when I left high school. Apparently I was wrong."
Kurt placed his arms around her, pulling Rachel into a hug as she kept crying. "Hun, you're never going to get rid of bullies. They're always going to be around. What you need to learn to do is fight back."
Rachel reached a hand up, wiping away some of her tears. "And how am I supposed to do that? It is not as if anything I say makes any difference to her."
"Well, that's why you humiliate her in front of a large crowd. It was supposed to be a surprise, but we're going to this club downtown tonight, and there's a karaoke contest there. I know Chelsea is planning on showing what a great singer she is. When you wipe the floor with her, she might just start crying. You know, just a suggestion," Kurt laughed.
Rachel smiled at him. "You know, you are kind of awesome, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt pulled her in for another hug. "What are best friends for?"
"I look ridiculous," Rachel said into the phone, staring at herself in the mirror. Her hair was dried and her make up was done. The only thing left to do was pull her dress and shoes on, but she couldn't pull herself away from the mirror, staring at the image of her in the brand-new lingerie Kitty had bought for her to wear with her new dress. "I mean, how does this bra even stay on?" she asked.
"It's a special bra held up by magic," Kitty teased sarcastically.
"Kitty!"
"Why do you have to question everything, Rachel? They use bras like this on the runway all the time. I even wore one to a dance or two when I had a low back dress, and my boobs are at least two cup sizes larger than yours. Trust me, it's going to stay on. Unless, of course, you take my advice and let Puckerman pull that sucker off later," she added.
"I hate you," Rachel stated, turning to the side as she continued checking her reflection out in the mirror. The brand-new bra Kitty had bought for her could hardly be classified as a bra. The wire rested underneath her breasts, supporting them. A silicon material rested atop the nipples, and that was it. There was no back, no fabric covering the rest of the bra. She was one step away from a major wardrobe malfunction. The black lacy thong that was paired with it did not help Rachel feel more covered. In fact, she was convinced she was accidentally going to show a stranger either her ass or boobs tonight...or possibly both.
"You know, you should hurry up and finish getting dressed before Puckerman gets fed up with your diva ass and breaks down the door."
"He would never do that," Rachel scoffed. "He is a gentleman."
Kitty snorted into the phone. "Yeah, I'm sure he is. Let's see how much of a gentleman he is after a few drinks when he sees you twirling around in that dress," she teased.
"You have this all planned," Rachel accused.
"Of course I do. Every piece of clothing I bought is designed to drive him wild so you two can at least admit to each other that you want to bone. I can see it in your eyes whenever you're near him, Rach. It's not about love or even like. It's about attraction, and you need to just admit it."
Rachel rolled her eyes at the mirror. "Maybe I do find him hot and want to fuck him senseless, maybe I do not. Regardless, I am not about to have that conversation over the phone. I need to finish getting dressed. Love you bitch, talk to you when I get home tomorrow."
"Just tell me one thing: how long did you stare at his abs after he got out of the shower?"
"Goodbye, Kitty!"
With that, Rachel hung up the phone. Rachel stared at herself in the mirror for another moment before pulling the satin dress hanging from the door off its hanger and onto her body, marveling at the way the fabric felt on her skin.
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Rachel thought back to an hour ago when Puck walked into their room after his shower wearing only a towel loosely draped around his waist. It had taken all of Rachel's self control not to push him into the bed right then and there. Luckily, she reminded herself that she still smelled like the beach and excused herself to take a shower, fantasizing about what was underneath the towel for a little longer than necessary.
Rachel twisted a curl around her index finger, making sure her appearance was impeccable. It wasn't just about making Sam jealous and infuriating Chelsea. A small part of her kind of wanted to look nice for Puck.
Rachel pushed the door open and breezed back into the room, finding Puck sprawled across the bed, his eyes focused on the TV. Rachel could hear the sounds of some action movie playing, but she wasn't focusing on that. All of her attention was on the man laying before her.
Puck really did clean up nice. Instead of jeans like she expected him to wear, he was dressed in a pair of black pants with a short-sleeved button down shirt, his hair pushed back neatly. His watch was strapped to his wrist and he had a lazy smile on his face, not quite noticing Rachel yet.
She let the door to the bathroom shut as she moved into the room and his attention was pulled to her, his jaw dropping slightly.
Rachel had never looked more beautiful. Correction: no woman had ever looked more beautiful than Rachel did right now. The little black dress she was wearing managed to be cute and sexy at the same time, something he didn't know was possible. Her hair was messy yet styled, her make up simple and sophisticated. He watched her turn slightly to the side and was speechless when he noticed her dress was backless, held up by only a few thin pieces of fabric that were pretending to be straps.
"You look amazing," he finally managed, gasping the words out as he sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Rachel. "Really, you do."
Rachel's cheeks turned red and she lowered her eyes, clearly embarrassed yet flattered at the same time. "Why thank you," she said with a smile. "You look quite nice yourself," she complimented, subtly checking him out.
"Not as good as you," he said, patting his knee for her to take a seat on. Rachel paused for a moment, trying to figure out if this was just another dream she was having. She pinched herself just to make sure, letting out a small yelp of pain. "What are you doing?" Puck asked with a laugh.
"Pinching myself to make sure I am awake," she explained, taking a seat on his lap. Puck wrapped his arms around her waist, burying her face against her shoulder.
"Why would you need to make sure you're awake?" he asked, wishing he could let his lips explore every inch of her exposed skin.
Rachel's face flushed a deep shade of red as she mentally recalled her dream from earlier that morning. "No reason," she said quickly, causing Puck to raise his eyebrows.
"You had a dream about me," he teased in a sing-song voice. "A sex dream!" he accused with a laugh.
"I did no such thing!" Rachel insisted, her face growing redder by the second. "Stop laughing!" she yelled, hitting him in the chest as he continued laughing at her red face. "You are a jerk," Rachel pouted, sticking her tongue out at him.
Puck rolled his eyes, his hands running over her bare thighs. "Only because you're so easy to tease," he laughed, kissing her on the side of her neck. Rachel let out a soft moan as his lips touched her skin. She turned her head to the side, her forehead resting against the side of his face while he continued kissing over her neck.
"You know, we are all alone. We do not need to put on an act," she murmured, letting out a small whimper as his hands began moving to her inner thighs, his palms kneading into her tense muscles. She felt a trail of fire on her skin everywhere his hands had been.
"Mm, that may be true, but I figured we needed the practice," he whispered in her ear before slipping his left hand under the skirt of her dress. He began inching up until he was at the waist of her panties. Rachel gasped, eager with anticipation. He began slowly pulling the fabric away from her body while Rachel spread her legs expectantly, her core already soaked from his touch.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted them. Rachel jumped off Puck's lap and onto the bed next to him, pulling her skirt back down over her lap as she tried to calm herself down. "Rach?" Kurt called before pushing the door open. "You guys ready to head out?"
Rachel nodded her head a little too enthusiastically, causing Kurt to arch an eyebrow at her. "Yep! Just give us a minute," she said. Kurt rolled his eyes as he shut the door, yelling for Aiden to grab the keys.
Puck leaned over and gave Rachel a gentle peck on the lips before rising to his feet. Rachel watched him walk out the door while she sat for another moment, allowing her body to cool down.
She grabbed her small black clutch off the nightstand before slipping her shoes on, thinking about everything Kitty had been saying. Maybe she was right, maybe Puck was the one who could help get her out of the funk she was in and really move on from Sam.
With a smile (and a small spring in her step,) she hurried after Puck, taking his hand as they headed down to the car.
"Okay, Walter White, Jesse Pinkman, Saul Goodman. Go," Puck said, picking up his beer and taking a long drink. He, Rachel, Sam, Chelsea, Kurt, and Aiden were all sitting around a table at the club they were at, playing a friendly game of Marry, Fuck, Kill while they waited for the karaoke contest to start. Naturally, it was Rachel's turn.
Everyone turned to look at Rachel, curious of her answers. Well, everyone except Chelsea. She seemed to be purposely ignoring her fiance's ex.
"Hmm, that is hard," she said, a devious smile on her face. Rachel was a few drinks in and was definitely starting to feel a little more bold. "I would marry Jesse, kill Saul, and I would totally fuck Heisenberg," she said, sending a small wink in Puck's direction.
He gave her a look, his eyebrows raised. Rachel responded by leaning back in her chair, her index finger resting on her lower lip.
"Am I missing something?" Sam asked, looking between the two of them with a confused expression.
"Inside joke," Rachel said simply, sliding her bare foot (her shoes long forgotten on the floor) into Puck's lap underneath the table. "Okay, who is next?"
"Ooh, do me!" Aiden said.
"That's what she said," Puck mumbled as Rachel ran her foot over his lap, causing him to choke on his beer while she just smiled.
"Alright, Flynn Rider, Aladdin, and Prince Eric. Go!"
Rachel drifted closer to Puck while Aiden mulled over the pros and cons of each character, her foot still planted firmly in his lap.
"Are you trying to drive me insane?" he whispered in her ear, trying to push her foot away as he felt his dick starting to harden.
"Maybe a little," she teased, placing a kiss on the side of his neck.
"Don't start something you can't finish," he warned as she pulled her foot our of his lap.
"Oh do not worry. I plan on finishing it," she whispered in his ear before rising to her feet. "I will be right back. I need to use the ladies room." She sent a wink towards Puck before heading towards the bathrooms.
It took Puck two seconds to realize what she wanted before he practically jumped to his feet. "Uh yeah, me too. Be right back," he said before racing after her. He watched her disappear into the men's room before following behind her.
The room was empty except for the two of them. Rachel grinned at him, grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss, walking backwards until they were alone in a cramped stall. Puck slammed the door shut behind him, fumbling for the lock while he kept kissing Rachel.
She gave him one last deep kiss before pulling away and dropping to her knees on the floor, her hands going to the waist of his pants. She yanked the button open and pulled him out of his boxers, his length fully erect. Rachel let out a groan as she looked up at him, her brown eyes on him as she ran her tongue over her lips.
"Rach..."
"Noah, shut up," she said before pulling all nine inches of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of him before pulling him deeper into her mouth, thankful that she didn't have a gag reflex.
"Oh fuck," he cursed, pushing his hips forward as her hot breath surrounded him, his entire body aching and craving more at the same time. Her mouth felt glorious on him, better than any other girl he'd been with. He didn't want to think about how many times she went down on her ex to get this good.
Rachel pushed his hips into the bathroom stall door, causing him to moan loudly. He was thankful they were alone in here or he'd have a lot of explaining to do. Rachel greedily sucked on him, wanting all of him in her mouth at once.
Puck reached a hand down, tangling his fingers in her dark hair. Rachel pulled her mouth off him for a moment as she ran her tongue up his length before diving in again, taking all of him in her mouth in one swift movement.
That little action sent him over the edge. A few more sucks and he came in her mouth, cursing loudly as he did so. Rachel didn't seem to care, swallowing his entire load as she sucked him dry. He went limp in her mouth and she pulled him out, tucking him back in his boxers before rising to her feet.
She looked at him, the mischievous twinkle still in her eye. Puck grabbed her by the waist roughly and pulled her into his arms, his mouth on hers. His kisses were hard and desperate, his tongue exploring her mouth. He lifted her off the ground and set her on the top of the back of the toilet, his mouth never leaving hers.
His hands pushed then skirt of her dress up and his fingers disappeared inside her panties. He was at her core when the door banged open. Puck quickly pulled his hand away and placed it over Rachel's mouth, motioning for her to be silent.
"Puck, you in here?" Sam asked, peaking under a few of the stalls. "The karaoke shit is about to start and the world's gayest couple sent me in here to find you and make sure you hadn't died."
"Yeah, I'll be right out," he promised, waiting until he heard the door shut before helping Rachel down. He looked at her, frowning a little. Her hair was messed up and her dress was crooked. "Here, let me help," he said, straightening her dress out while she zipped up his pants. He helped her fix her hair before leaning down and giving her a soft kiss. "You fucking rock," he murmured against her lips, causing her to smile.
"You will be finishing that later," she warned before taking his hand and walking out of the bathroom. "Come on, time to watch me make a fool of Chelsea," she giggled as they headed back to the table.
Rachel took a seat on Puck's lap while the DJ said the rules of the karaoke contest. The only rule, apparently, was no throwing anything at the singer, no matter how awful they were. With that, he called Chelsea up to the stage.
Puck kept his arms wrapped around Rachel's waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Prepare you ears," she teased as Chelsea took the stage.
It was even worse than Rachel thought it would be. Chelsea, who was already drunk, painfully butchered I Will Survive. She ended up leaving the stage to the sounds of the club booing her, almost in tears. She flopped into the seat next to Sam who seemed to care less that his fiancee was upset. He was too preoccupied with watching Puck and Rachel acting very flirty.
He didn't understand how she could like a guy like that, let alone sleep with him. When he was with her, they'd been so happy. She'd always said she would never love anyone the way she loved him, yet here she was all over some teacher like he was the greatest guy in the world. Compared to Sam, he was nothing. Sam was sure he wasn't giving Rachel what she wanted in bed like he did. She'd come back to him, he knew it.
Rachel gave Puck a few quick pecks on the lips as she rose to her feet, sending a wink at him. That small act infuriated Sam more than anything. She was supposed to be pining over him, not all over some new guy.
Rachel made her way up to the stage and took the microphone from the DJ, whispering her song choice in his ear. He nodded approvingly and selected her song before taking a seat, letting Rachel do her thing.
The guitar melody of Garth Brooks' Friends in Low Places started and a few guys sitting near the front started to cheer as they recognized the song. "Yeah girl!" the one shouted and she winked at him as she placed the mic against her lips, ready to sing.
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair.
The last one to know, the last one to show
I was the last one you thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise and the fear in her eyes
When I took her glass of champagne, and I toasted you
Said "Honey we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain!"
Rachel swayed her hips to the side, effortlessly changing the lyrics so the song was from a girl's point of view. She caught Sam's eye as she sang, sending a middle finger in his direction which earned a loud round of cheers from the crowd.
'Cause I've got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away, and I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places
After finishing the chorus, Rachel hopped off the stage and took a seat at the table in the front that was filled with college-aged guys who were looking at her like she was a goddess. She turned to the blond surfer-type sitting next to her and sang to him.
Well, I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before.
Everything's all right, I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door.
Hey, I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
I'll be as high as the ivory tower
That you're livin' in!
The guy to her left handed her a beer and gave her a kiss on the cheek as she laughed, rising to her feet and started heading back to her table, singing and dancing between the tables as she did so.
'Cause I've got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away, and I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places
I've got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away, and I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places
I've got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away, and I'll be okay...
Rachel finished the song sitting in Puck's lap, her arms draped around his neck. She placed a large kiss on his lips while the majority of the club cheered. She pulled back and let out a laugh, waving to the cheering patrons.
A few more people got up after Rachel and sang, her watching each one with mild interest while both Sam and Chelsea stewed, watching the obviously happy couple. They'd been expecting Rachel to not actually have boyfriend. Instead, they found her happier than she'd ever been, something neither of them liked.
After the last singer left the stage, the DJ announced each name and asked people to cheer for who they liked. Chelsea only received boos while Rachel had the most applause, earning her a free tee shirt.
She laughed as she returned to the table, the shirt that was at least two sizes too big on over her dress. "Alright kids, ready to head home?" she asked, swaying slightly from all she'd drank that night.
"Uh, yeah," Kurt laughed, lifting his best friend into his arms and carrying her outside while Puck and the rest of the group followed behind. Sam and Chelsea started sulking towards their rental car when Rachel called out to them.
"Bye Sam Sam! Bye Chels! See you at the wedding!" she laughed as Kurt rolled his eyes and helped her into the car. Puck climbed into the backseat and sat beside her as Aiden started the car up, driving them all back to his and Kurt's condo.
Once they were parked, Puck helped Rachel, who seemed to be getting drunker by the minute, out of the car. She giggled as she fell into his arms, looking up at him.
"She going to be okay?" Aiden asked, eyeing the stumbling and laughing Rachel.
Puck nodded his head, bending down and easily lifting her into his arms. "Oh yeah, she'll be great once she's in bed." He placed a kiss on Rachel's forehead as she continued babbling about Broadway, Sam, and her new tee-shirt.
Kurt laughed as they walked up the stairs to the condo. "I love drunk Rachel. She hardly ever loses control. It's nice to see she's actually normal every once in awhile." He and Aiden bid Puck goodnight before disappearing into their room, leaving Puck to deal with the very drunk Rachel.
He placed her on the bed and watched as she kicked her shoes across the room. She climbed onto her knees on the bed, looking at him with her big eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. "What?" he asked her as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling his shoes off.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind, her body pressing against his. "You're like, totally fucking hot."
Puck chuckled under his breath. "I'm reminding you you said that when you're sober," he teased, unbuttoning his shirt.
"But you are!" she laughed, falling back on the bed as she stared at the ceiling. "Like, hotter than any other guy. Waaaay hotter than Sam. You're probably better in bed than him too. Actually, I know you are."
"You mean I was better in your sex dream?" he asked, curious what else Rachel would tell him with her lack of a filter.
"A million times better. I woke up having a god damn orgasm!" she giggled as she rolled over, crawling back towards him. She pulled his shirt off, her hands running over his chest. "I want to really do it with you, not just in a dream," she whined.
"No," he said, shaking his head a little. "You're drunk. I'm not taking advantage of you."
"Booooring," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. She collapsed back onto the bed, and a minute later she was asleep.
Puck laughed quietly as he shook his head. Drunk Rachel was definitely something he wouldn't mind seeing again. He slipped one of his shirts on over her head, pulling off the dress after to give her a little bit of modesty. He gently lifted her up and placed her in the bed, yawning as he crawled in next to her.
He laid in the dark, staring at the ceiling and listening to the rhythmic rocking of the bed in the room next to them, thinking about what Rachel had been saying before she fell asleep. Sure, she was drunk, but he wondered if that was truly how she felt.
He placed a kiss on her forehead, hoping he'd find out at the wedding.