A/N: So, I really tried to make Rachel and Puck not have sex this chapter. In retrospect, I don't really know why I tried to make them not have sex but…um, it didn't really work out anyways. What was going to be a cute little chapter with hopefully some humor thrown in turned into just another smutty smut-fest. Do any of us have any objections to this? Anyone? Bueller?

In other news, thank you SFM for all the reads and reviews. You guys make me feel all warm and fuzzy and for real keep me coming back to this story.

Also, just a reminder that this is also posted over at my Livejournal account (link on my profile) just in case this ever gets taken of this site for being too dirty.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee…

Puck dug his phone out of its hiding place and shot a voicemail to his mom telling her he would be staying at Finn's that night. She worked the night shift on weekends and his little sister Sarah spent them with their Nanna Connie, so he didn't feel guilty about not being home. That being said, he always made sure to let his mom know he was at least still living. He might have been the poster child for delinquent behavior but he didn't like to make her worry more than she already did.

Rachel raised a brow at the lie about Finn's house but thankfully let it pass without comment. Puck thought she still must have been mute from the last go-round which he pretty much approved of. He pulled up in front of her house and shit got awkward for a minute while they both waited for the other to make a move. They both cracked at the same time, talking over each other.

"How long are your dads gonna –"

"Would you like to come inside and watch –"

They both stopped and grinned at each other and Puck couldn't help leaning to grab her lips with his, tugging her bottom lip playfully with his teeth. His happiness may or may not have had anything to do with the fact that she was finally (fucking finally) inviting him to do something instead of just giving in to his advances. Don't think he hadn't noticed that things had been pretty one sided in the pursuit department so far.

"What were you gonna ask, babe?"

"I was just inquiring if you'd like to come inside and watch a movie with me. Judging by the phone message you just left, it sounds like you don't have anywhere you need to be for the next few hours..."

Puck smirked at the way her voice got all breathy and trailed off towards the end of her sentence. He leaned in real close, whispering low into her ear. "Wrong baby. I don't got anywhere to be all night." He nipped at her earlobe and blew on it just a little, chuckling deep in his chest when it got a shiver out of her. She was so much fun to play with.

He felt her trying to compose herself so he backed off a little to help out. She had to clear her throat twice before she could get her voice working again. "That didn't answer my question. Also, what were you asking me before?"

Puck took pity on her, opening his door and sliding them out of the truck as he answer her. "Fuck yes to the movie. And I was just wondering how long your dads were going to be gone." He was kind of hoping she couldn't see the predatory gleam in his eye as he anticipated the answer.

Rachel's hand fit perfectly into his bigger one as they made the trek up her front walkway to her covered porch. She bent to pick up a key from under some sort of hedgehog looking thing with bristles sprouting off its back and Puck had to frown at the thought of the key being so easy to find when Rachel was home alone like he found her earlier.

"My dads are gone at a medical conference in Chicago until Wednesday. Well, Daddy is at the conference. Dad just tagged along because Chicago is one of his favorite cities and he never turns down the opportunity to visit."

Puck followed Rachel into the kitchen as she said this, feeling the frown on his face grow into a full on snarl. "So you're telling me you're all alone in this house for six days were anybody could find the most poorly hidden key in the world, break in, and molest you or some shit? Are your dads insane?"

Suddenly, Puck wasn't the only one frowning. Apparently Rachel only liked caveman Puck when he showed up in the bedroom but Puck didn't want to back down on this. She was this tiny little thing that he wanted, no needed, to protect. He honestly couldn't say where these feelings were coming from but he was pretty fucking powerless to fight them.

"I'll have you know, I can protect myself very well. We keep a baseball bat by the front door and we have a state of the art security system installed that I engage any time I'm here alone. I'm perfectly safe." She looked really fucking cute huffing and crossing her arms and pouting at him and he honestly felt like a bit of a jackass for making her mad. He still felt the overwhelming need to keep her safe, though.

"Shit, sorry babe. I just don't like the idea of you here all by yourself. That's all it is."

"Is it?"

The question caught him off guard as did the look in her eyes he saw when he looked down at her. She looked like she was figuring something out and he didn't like it one bit. It was time for a distraction (not that they wouldn't be revisiting the conversation about her safety later; they would).

He ran his hands down her sides, resting them on her hips to draw light circles just inside her hipbones with his thumbs. He was leaning against the counter in the kitchen so he maneuvered her so she was standing between his spread legs, chest to chest with him. He actually had to fight against his body reacting to her soft little frame pressed up against him. You'd think after round whatever the hell they were on now he would be able to take a break from her but apparently that wasn't the case.

Puck leaned in to look her in the eye and fought to keep the grin off his face as he started singing to her. "I can be your hero baby. I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever. You can take my breath away." Look, the only reason he even knew who Enrique Iglesias was because his mom was straight up obsessed with the dude back in the day. He'd spent countless hours of his youth trying to unsuccessfully block that shit out and he could probably bust out any of his songs, not that he would ever, ever admit that.

Puck was pretty sure this was the fucking lamest thing he had ever done in his life. He was halfway singing the chorus of the lame-ass song to her as a joke but he could tell by the way her eyes got all soft and dreamy that she wasn't about to laugh. Shit, he hoped this moment wasn't going to come back and bite him on the ass later. He was not singing Bailamos no matter how much she begged.

"That was beautiful, Noah. Have I ever told you how much I love your singing voice?"

Puck struggled to keep the blush off his face when she complimented him. He knew Rachel didn't really give out compliments unless she meant them so it was like they meant way more when they came from her. He remembered having the same feeling from her telling him he was talented right before getting a slushie to the face for the first and last time.

He cleared his throat just cause that tickle was back from earlier. Fucking cold. "Anyway, didn't someone say something about a movie up in here? What are we doing in the kitchen?"

Rachel bounced up to peck him on the lips before peeling herself out of his grip. "I figured since neither of us got to finish our delicious sandwiches from earlier, we could fix ourselves a snack before we sit down to our movie. We don't have much in the way of meal type food, but we have plenty of snacks. Daddy keeps a stash of junk food hidden that he thinks Dad and I don't know about and I'm sure he won't notice if you raid it."

"Cool. I could eat."

She showed him the shelf way in the back of the walk in pantry that was filled with hostess cupcakes, barbecue chips, cheetos, and other artery clogging awesomeness. He grabbed a few bags of things while Rachel went about making herself a plate of raw vegetables and shit that he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.

They carried their booty into the sunken family room and dumped it on the coffee table in front of the really fucking comfy looking sectional that sat in front of the big screen TV and entertainment center. Puck had only been to Rachel's house three times before today, twice while they were 'dating' and once for the 'Run Joey Run' incident. He'd never had the privilege of hanging out anywhere other than her room but he could already see them chilling in here on the regular and shit, was that Xbox 360?

Rachel had walked to the wall of shelves framing the wall mounted TV and was pulling a few titles from their places among the hundreds of others (apparently they took their movie collection seriously up in the Berry household cause shit was huge). He seriously hoped he wasn't about to be subjected to some lame musical or some shit. He may have been acting pretty out of character for the past few days but he had to draw the line somewhere. And that line happened to be cheesy-ass musical shit that Rachel probably already had every second of memorized.

He was pretty fucking surprised when she came back with an armful of action and comedy movies. She had the original Die Hard, Blade Runner, Batman Begins and The Dark Knight, Billy Madison, The Hangover, and all three of the Lord of the Rings movies. Puck must have looked a little surprised because Rachel smirked at him as she laid them out on the coffee table next to their snacks.

"I bet you thought I was going to present you with a selection of musicals and play adaptations." Puck could only nod at her. "While I'll admit that most of my favorite movies come from those particular genres, I pride myself on enjoying a wide range of movies from every type. This also applies to my musical tastes, in case you were wondering."

Puck really hadn't been wondering but he could appreciate the idea of her liking a lot of different shit. He was the same way, though he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like half of what she did. Even so, he liked the choices she had given him and ultimately decided on Batman Begins since Batman was his BAMF. He had dressed up as him three years in a row for Halloween when he was in grade school and shut up if you can't appreciate the awesomeness of The Caped Crusader.

Rachel popped the movie in and they settled in to the comfy-ass couch to get their snack on. Puck finished eating before Rachel did and, deciding she was just too far away from him, pulled her into his side while ignoring her protests that she could no longer reach her food. He was pretty sure what she was eating couldn't really be called food anyway, so no big loss. At some point cuddling her to his side in 'her spot' turned into her sitting in front of him cradled in between his legs with her back pressed up against his chest and both sets of legs propped on the coffee table in front of them.

To his credit, he really did try to keep his hands to himself for the first hour. He figured she had to be pretty sore from all the action he had been giving her, especially since she was so new to the sex thing. He might not be able to get enough of her, but he didn't want to break the girl.

The trouble was that his hands had a mind of their own (it was like that movie with that kid from the Final Destination movies except his hands weren't after blood, they were after pussy). It started by him lightly trailing his fingers up and down her arm. She had removed her hoodie before she sat down, leaving her in just her tank top and tight little yoga pants (holy fuck, Rachel and yoga...his brain may have short circuited at that thought for a minute…). He felt her shiver at his light touch and his hands took this as invitation to add her collarbone and shoulders to the rotation.

He explored the soft undersides of her arms and catalogued the gentle way her neck sloped down to her clavicle. He ran his fingers up the sides of her necks to touch her ears, playing with the lobes and softly stroking behind them. He grinned when this caused her whole body to jump with pleasure, mentally setting that reaction aside for later exploration.

After awhile his lips started getting lonely so they joined the party by laying little kisses up and down her neck from her ear to her shoulder. By this time he was pretty sure she wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to the movie since she had her head thrown back against his shoulder and she was whimpering every time his lips made contact with her skin. He had to be honest that he had pretty much forgotten there was even a movie on a while back. There were much more interesting things for him to pay attention to.

His hands abandoned her exposed flesh to find the warmth against her stomach under her tank top and points north. He tried to stop himself before going too high, still concerned about overdoing it but her breathy 'please' destroyed what little was left of his willpower... not that he had that much to begin with.

His hands slipped under the extra fabric of the built in bra thingy that was attached to her shirt and found her nipples already hard and waiting for his attention. Puck figured it was only right to give them what they wanted so he gently tugged and twisted. He got annoyed with the way her shirt was restricting his movements so he pulled his hands out and ripped it over her head, returning to his task as soon as she was free.

He noticed that he could see their reflection in the glass of the entertainment center sitting under the TV, which brought him back to the day before and the full length mirror he would never be able to look in again without getting hard. Speaking of hard, he felt himself grow even more so at the sight of Rachel's body arched against him and his idle hands playing with her nipples. So very fucking hot.

He backed off for a minute, only using the tips of his fingers to lightly brush against each peak. She whined and writhed on top of him, hitting his cock at an angle that had him hissing into her ear with pleasure. He wanted up in her so bad but he would hate himself later if he hurt her.

"Baby, you're like the sexiest thing I've ever seen but we should probably cool shit off for a second." He smoothed his hands down her stomach and grabbed her hips to stop her wiggling on top of him.

When she turned to look at him she was sporting a calculating look that had him a little nervous. Her little sex kitten voice that was probably unintentional on her part but no less sexy for it asked him, "What if I don't want to cool down, Noah?"

He definitely dug on this new, sexually aggressive Rachel but he just didn't think she understood how much he had put her through in the last two days. Honestly, he was asking himself why he was about to clue her in when she seemed so willing and eager.

"I don't really want to cool down either, babe but we've been going at it for the better part of the night, not to mention yesterday, and shit's gonna be pretty fucking uncomfortable for you if we don't take a breather."

This revelation didn't seem to deter her. In fact, she ground her hips down into his pelvis before he could stop her. "Now that you've introduced me to how wonderful sex can be, I find myself wanting it all the time with you." She blushed lightly at this out of character declaration. "What if I told you I'm feeling absolutely no pain? I stretch every morning, Noah, and I'm in excellent shape. My muscles are in perfect working order and as for the other parts of me," she blushed more deeply at this, "the only way they will be hurting is if I don't have you inside me very soon."

Puck just stared at her, trying to process this request (suggestion, demand?), feeling like he was suddenly two cards short of a full house and going all in.

He watched in a lust filled haze as Rachel stood up from his lap so she could pull her pants and panties down, both their shoes and socks having been abandoned earlier. She stood in front of him naked like some siren from that really long book they were supposed to be reading in English class and Puck desperately searched for the on switch in his brain so he could get with the program.

Rachel helped things along or really set him back (depending on how you looked at it) by bending over and yanking his shirt over his head, inadvertently placing her bare chest directly in front of his eyes. His hands were moving before he knew he wanted them to and he suddenly had two handfuls of Rachel boob (which he now pretty much owned, in his opinion). She gasped at the sensation but continued to get him naked, standing proudly in front of him when she had succeeded in getting his pants off. To be clear, this was probably something to celebrate for her since Puck hadn't let go of his perfect handfuls the whole time.

He finally got with the program and disengaged as she bent to straddle him on the couch, grabbing her hips and flipping her to face away from him before she could get her legs around him. He couldn't help but lean forward to take a bite out of the perfect ass that ended up at eye level. She yelped and tried to jump away from the sharp sting but Puck just tightened his hold on her to keep her there.

He began pulling her backwards, scooting down on the couch and spreading his legs wider to accommodate her between them. He pulled her so she was sitting on his stomach just above his hard-on and he could feel how wet and ready she was. He couldn't wait any longer to be inside her so he slid her forward straight onto his waiting cock.

"Fuck, Rachel. Jesus Fuck."

The expletives came pouring out of him as she sank down completely onto him. Her quiet 'Oh god' got lost in his loud cursing but he knew she felt just as good as he did by the way she began rocking back and forth, desperate for some friction.

He sat up and draped her legs wide over his, opening her even further to his hardness before wrapping his arms around her in an intimate embrace, kind of feeling like he was cocooning her little body in his. It was a study in contrasts; her soft body encasing his hardness and his hard frame encasing her softer one. The sensations it created were enough to almost drive Puck over the edge and they hadn't even really moved yet.

He looked towards the glass he had spotted them in earlier and groaned at the picture they made together. She was spread wide from her legs down but she also looked so protected wrapped in his arms and that soothed the feelings he had been experiencing earlier about keeping her safe. He saw that she had noticed the glass just like he had and their gazes met for a minute.

Puck started to slowly rock beneath her. He could feel her muscles contract around him and marveled at the way she felt so much hotter than usual. He watched in the glass as they created a dance together because that is what this was. Their bodies were moving perfectly together, almost as if they had the same beat in their heads (he had to catch himself before he started humming along with his and potentially ruined the moment). He couldn't keep his hands still anymore so one headed north to tweak at her nipples and the other headed south to where they were joined. He was loving the slow, almost lazy way they were moving so he kept his fingers light against her to fit the mood.

Rachel turned her head towards him and gave him a slow kiss and Puck didn't know what to do with all of the weird emotions that came swirling up inside him. He had never felt this connected to a girl during sex or, you know… ever. He felt his orgasm rise along with the foreign emotions so he pressed a little harder on her clit as he continued rocking them to the imaginary beat.

Rachel sobbed out a cry as her muscles closed around him in a vice grip and her head fell back against his shoulder. He felt something splash against his hand but he didn't have time to wonder what it was as his orgasm overtook him, leaving him speechless except for the groan he bit out between his clenched teeth.

He wrapped his arms back around her and rested his forehead in the crook between Rachel's neck and shoulder, wondering what in the hell had just happened.