"Rachel?" A voice said sloppily, the quality of her phone making the voice sound almost robotic.
"Hello?" Rachel rubbed her eyes sleepily, checking the clock on her bedside table. Who was calling at two in the morning?
"Rach, it's Puck."
She sat up straight, her sheets pooling around her. "Noah?"
"No…Noah…Puck." He slurred, then laughed.
She turned and slid her feet into a pair of slippers, keeping the phone pressed to her ear as the pulled on her robe.
"Noah, are you drunk?"
He was silent, and Rachel almost asked him again before he answered. "I think. I might be. Maybe a little. Where am I?"
She grabbed her car keys and headed quietly down the stairs before walking into her garage and hopping into the driver's seat of the car.
"Can you see any street signs?" She asked, keeping calm. Rachel started driving towards Santana's house; she knew that the other girl was going to throw a party that night, but she hadn't wanted to go. There had been practice after school for both Cheerios and Glee, and she had homework for all of her five AP classes.
"Yes." He giggled, and Rachel felt herself getting frustrated.
"Would you please tell me which ones?"
"Yes." She grit her teeth, but he continued. "One says Kalaidascope, and one says 56."
Due to his level of inebration, he butchered the pronunciation of Kalaidasope, but it didn't matter. Rachel wasn't far away, and she was pushing the speed limits to get to him.
When she spotted him, Rachel pulled over and got out of the car quickly. Puck wasn't wearing a shirt, and there was a half-full beer bottle in his hand.
He opened his arms happily. "Rachel!"
"Hi Noah." She reached around him and took the bottle, pouring the remainder of the liquid into a shrub, to his protests. Setting the bottle down, she took his hand and led him to the passenger's seat of her car, helping him into it and buckling him in, locking the door behind her.
Once she was in the driver's seat, she was fuming. How dare he just get drunk and wander around the town at night, then call her as soon as he needed a ride?Granted, she was glad that he had called her instead of getting into a drunken person's car, or driving himself.
"Rachel, Rach. Berryberryberry." He said, then smiled. He was much more drunk that he had let on.
"That's me, Noah."
He mush have sensed her frustration, because he leaned into her and laid his head on her shoulder. "Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad."
He pinched her sleeve lightly. "Don't lie."
Soon, they had reached her house, and she helped him out of the car again.
"Why are we at your house?" Puck practically shouted, and she clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shut up!" She hissed, and led him into the bathroom. "My dads can't know you're here!"
Puck nodded solemnly.
"Why are we in your bathroom?" He whispered, and she surpressed a smile.
"Because I can't take you home, you're drunk out of your mind and that would be a bad influence to your sister."
"But why your bathroom?"
"Because you smell like booze and I hate that smell. Take a shower." She ordered, then stood with her arms crossed.
"With you?" He looked shocked, the spread his arms again. "Yay!"
She smacked his arm down. "No, stupid." He looked put out. "I'm staying here so that you won't die if you fall or something."
Rachel sat on the toilet facing the wall, away from Puck. She heard the water start after a few jumbled curses, and got hit in the face by his pants.
"Hey!" She said indignantly.
"Sorry."
He didn't sound sorry.
She turned again, so that she was leaning on the wall and sitting on the toilet instead. It was getting steamy in the bathroom, so she shed her robe. Puck peaked his head out of the curtain, his head dripping.
"Can you come over here?" He was working the puppy dog eyes, and Rachel sighed, walking over instead of arguing with him.
Before she knew what was happening, she was pulled into the shower. Water rained down on her head as she huffed at Puck, glaring. She was careful to only look above his neck.
He seemed to have sobered up speedily, and there was a smirk firmly planted on his face.
"Why did you do that! Now I'm all wet!" She whisper-cried.
"For fun." He shrugged, the rolled his eyes. "Relax babe. I'm wearing my boxers."
She checked carefully by laying her hand on his hip, and was infinitely happy when she felt an elastic band.
"Why are you wearing boxers in the shower?"
"Why?" His eyes were mischevious. "Do you want me to take them off?"
He moved as if to strip, but she grabbed his wrists, preventing such an occurance. Her face burned.
"No!" She shook her head, and started to leave the shower when she dropped his arms.
He grabbed her arm and tugged, and Rachel would have fallen had it not been for him slamming her body into his and kissing her.
Her mind was blank with surprise, and her eyes were wide open. Then, as she realized what had just happened, she closed them and returned the kiss, pressing against him. He tasted like beer and spearmint, which was surprisingly pleasant. Puck grinned into their kiss, and moved his hands so that one was on her thigh, the other cupping the back of her neck.
She jumped, wrapping her legs around him, and he pressed her against the cold wall to keep his balance. Rachel squealed, and arched her back to get away from the icy tile, unintentionally rolling against him.
Puck growled, pressing against her harder, moving the hand that was on her thigh to her stomach, sliding under her soaked white tank top. His other hand took her wrists easily and pressed them above her head. She tugged on them, and nipped his lip, but he ignored her protests. His thumb rubbed circles just underneath the wire of her bra, and Rachel moaned, leaning her head back, giving him access to her neck. Her eyes fluttered as he made his way to the point where her neck and shoulder met and started to suck.
Rachel's eyes flew open when there was a knocking on the door. Puck seemed startled too, but restarted his work after only a moment.
"Rachel, baby?" Her daddy called out. "Are you okay?"
"Yes Daddy." She struggled to keep her voice even, what with the magic that Noah was working with his tongue. "I just had a bad dream and decided to take a shower."
"Okay sweetie. I'll talk to you in the morning. I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy." She heard him walk away, then tapped on Puck's shoulder.
"Noah, stop." Immediately, he lifted his head, and put her down carefully.
"Sorry." He started to close himself off. Panicked, Rachel pulled his face down again and kissed him once lightly.
"My dads won't be happy if they find you, and I'm not exactly quiet." She flashed him a smile as his jaw dropped.
"We should go to my room: you can stay here tonight." She stepped out of the shower. "Stay there for a minute so I can put on my robe.
Exasperated at her soaked state, Rachel tugged off her dripping tank top and shorts, then slid out of her bra and underwear, placing them in the hamper, then slipping into her robe.
"Okay, come out."
Rachel had momentarily forgotten that he was only wearing his boxers, and they did nothing to hide what was underneath when wet. She tossed him his pants and turned around as he changed.
"Okay, I'm decent."
Looking at him, clad only in a pair of dirty jeans, she noted that he was the opposite of decent, and still incredibly sexy.
"Follow me, and be silent."
She stepped out of the steamy bathroom, shocked shortly by the cold air, and tiptoed into her bedroom. Once she got there, she tucked herself under the covers while Puck stood awkwardly by the closed door.
"Aren't you coming?" She asked coyly, then supressed a giggle when he hurried over and slid under the covers next to her.
"Goodnight Noah."
"Night Rach."