Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy has rights to the characters of Glee. Holding out for Puckleberry by Season 3.
Mark Salling just gets better and better.
AN: Hey, I finally found the story that inspired the stealing of "Richard" from chapter 1. It was "you trained these lips…" by cheapen. Check it out. GREAT!
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And I'm so sorry for the pathetic typos in the last chapter. DISTRACTING!
When they returned from their Labor Day weekend in Michigan, they were a different couple in some ways. Their relationship seemed calmer, gentler, and more focused on each other. They both seemed more relaxed and even more focused, if that was possible, on each other. Rachel had told her dads prior to their trip that they were "together" now. To Puck's relief, they had not been devastated. They were a little surprised, but she took it as a surprise that they were more than friends. They seemed happy for her.
Puck's mom was over the moon that things were going so well with Rachel. Rachel offered his mom and sister tickets to a play if they wanted to visit. Puck wasn't thrilled.
"I don't know if I can stand to see my ma gloating all weekend," he grumbled to her.
She laughed. "What makes you think she'll gloat?"
He looked at her. "Have you met the woman? She'll gloat."
She giggled again. "I honestly think it will be fun."
He was able to juggle his schedule so that he could work longer hours earlier in the week and have time to spend with his mom later. When he picked her up at the train station and found she was alone, he freaked out a little.
"Where's Jenna?" He kissed his mom on the cheek and grabbed her bags.
"She and Dan had plans. It's Homecoming, Noah. I wasn't going to ruin this for her."
"She's back with that douche? I thought they broke up."
He threw her stuff in the trunk and opened the door for her. As they drove to the apartment they talked more.
"They got back together 3 days after you left. It was all a big misunderstanding."
He grunted, then stopped and shook his head. "Are you telling me you left them alone on Homecoming? Shit. You gotta go back. She's having a fucking party- or worse!" He grimaced.
"Noah, you are completely overreacting. Jenna is a smart, good girl. She'll be fine. I trust her."
"No offense, Ma, but you trusted me. And you should not have!"
She laughed at him. "Noah, I never trusted you. Sometimes I had no choice, and teenagers have to make some of their own decisions. She will be fine."
"Maybe I should go home and surprise her."
He parked the car and got her bags out of the trunk. He took her upstairs to the apartment and got her some wine while they waited for Rachel to get home from work.
When Rachel got home they sat and talked with his mom for another hour, and then they went to bed. His mom was staying in his "room", and he was with Rachel in their room. His mom didn't ask. When he and Rachel were in bed, he told her about Jenna. She had known they had gotten back together, so she wasn't surprised.
"How come you didn't tell me?"
"Noah, it wasn't my news to share. I figured your mom or your sister should have told you. I didn't think it was like a secret or anything. I just didn't think it was that big of a deal. High school kids break up and get back together all the time."
He groused some more. "You didn't know it was Homecoming, did you? When you invited them here?"
"Honestly, I didn't even think about that. I'm a little surprised that your mom didn't want to be there for pictures and stuff. It's quite flattering that she wanted to be here with us."
"Rachel, you're a Jew. She adores you."
She grumbled a little. "I like to think she would have liked me even if I weren't Jewish."
" 'Course she would, babe. She knows her little boy is completely in love with you, so she loves you. That's the way this works."
He started kissing her neck and put his hand under her nightshirt, but she pushed his hands away.
"Noah, this room isn't exactly soundproof, and your mother is right across the hall."
What the fuck? Cockblocked by his mother? He wasn't in high school.
"Just keep it quiet, Rach. We'll be okay."
He kissed her neck again, and made a play for her boobs, but she grabbed his hands.
"You know I can't keep quiet with you. As you keep reminding Becky, 'you're a fucking sex god'!"
Sometimes, being a stud just didn't pay off. She didn't let him get anywhere that night, and he tried. He woke up a few hours later and tried again, but even in her sleepy state, she would not relent.
"Don't fucking invite my ma again." He told her when she got out of bed the next morning. She just smiled at him, and jumped in the shower.
His mom had made a huge breakfast, so that helped with his foul mood. He wondered where he could send his mother so he could get some. What could she possibly do alone, so that he could have a few hours with Rachel? He thought of it then.
"Ma, I want you to go to a day spa today, so you look all amazing for Rachel's show tonight. I'm going to take you to a fancy dinner, and we'll go to the show. Rachel has this spa she goes to, and I want to buy you an afternoon there too."
His mother positively beamed and went down to get in the shower and dress immediately.
Rachel smiled at him, completely onto his plan.
"Did you schedule an appointment for her, Noah?" she asked.
His face fell a little, but he said no. Then he asked her to call and drop her name. She did, and he put his mom in a cab with plenty of money for the ride there and back plus tip. He had charged the appointment to his credit card so that would all be taken care of too.
When he got back to the bedroom, Rachel was naked in bed.
"Noah, you're incorrigible." She told him.
"You think it was a brilliant plan too. Admit it."
"Let me show you how brilliant it was."
She pushed him back on the bed and reached down to feel his hard dick. She wrapped her fist around it as tightly as she could, but her tiny hands could not wrap around much of it. She stroked up and down and ran her nails over the boys. Then she kissed the tip and stroked up and down with her tongue. She took him in her mouth and sucked deeply. He nearly came off the bed with the pleasure. She was so fucking amazing.
"Babe, stop, please. You are amazing, but I want to make love to my beautiful girlfriend."
She wasn't going to argue, but she didn't let him push her back on the bed when he tried. Instead, she climbed up on top of him, facing away from him.
"No, babe, turn around."
She perched over him and impaled herself all the way down on his hard cock. Then she looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Why, Noah? Don't you like how this feels?"
He groaned as she slowly stroked up and down on him, on her heels perched to get the full effects of taking him all the way in and almost all the way out, then back down.
"Shit, babe."
She was completely in control. Too in control. He reached around her to start tapping on her clit with his finger. He leaned up and put his other hand on her breast to play with her nipple. He kissed the back of her neck. She started breathing harder, and he quickened the pace by thrusting up into her and continuing to stroke her clit. She was going over the edge, but she managed to get the upper hand in the end when she reached down and stroked the boys again with her nails.
"Fuck, yeah." He said as he unloaded into her. She came too, and he bit her neck.
When his mom returned a few hours later he admired her new look. She had loved the trip to the spa, and he was surprised to learn she'd never done anything like that before. He didn't know why he was surprised. There had never been money for anything like that before, and she hadn't really dated or anything so nobody would buy that for her. He just felt bad that he hadn't bought her anything like this before, and the only reason he did now was to get some.
Rachel left not too much later, and she had gotten them reservations to a really nice restaurant too. He wanted his mom to have a nice time, but he had also called Jenna and threatened her not to "fuck up this trip by doing something fucking stupid". She had laughed at him, and told him he was the classical pot calling the kettle black. What the hell did that mean?
He and his mother had a nice time at dinner, and he even admitted to her how much he loved Rachel. His mom had smiled.
"Noah, when you're ready to take it to the next level, and I hope that's soon because I am NOT getting any younger, make it a big deal. Rachel is dramatic. Go over the top for her. She's romantic and needs the big romance. Plus, I can't wait to have Jewish grandbabies."
"Ma, geesh. Give me a break. We've only been together a few months. I love her. She is wonderful, but I don't want to scare her off."
"Noah, do you think there's any chance you won't want to be with her in ten years?"
He shook his head no.
"Do you think you could handle it if she left you?"
He didn't even bother to answer that dumbass question.
"What would be so different, exactly, if you two were married?"
He didn't know how to answer that, so he didn't. What would be different? She would be his forever. She already was, but did everyone else know that?
They went to the show and had a great time. They went backstage afterward and got to meet the whole cast and director and everyone. He had brought Rachel more flowers, like he always did. His mother had beamed proudly when he admitted that he brought flowers to every show.
After the show, the three of them went back to the apartment and had a glass of wine. When his mother had gone to bed, he pulled a sleepy Rachel into his arms and kissed her.
"You know you'll be mine forever, right?" he asked her.
"Mmm…hmmm."
The next day his mom made a great breakfast again. Rachel, his mom, and he went to Shedd Aquarium and Hard Rock Café for lunch. Chang even met them for lunch because his mom had always liked Mike. Then Rachel went into work. He worried that she would be exhausted after their day, but she winked at him and whispered in his ear that she had plenty of extra energy.
That night, he and his mom went to another show that Rachel had gotten tickets to, but she wasn't in. It was okay, but he wasn't that into it. His mom, however, loved it.
"Do you know what's fascinating to me, Noah?" his mom asked when they got back to the apartment.
"What, Ma?"
"That you don't even seem to notice all the women who hit on you. That's how I knew you were in love with Rachel. Beautiful women set their sights on you, and you don't even acknowledge them. She's a lucky girl, that Rachel, to have your undivided attention."
"No, Ma, I'm the lucky one."
She smiled at him and said goodnight.
He thought about what she had said that night as he pulled Rachel into his arms. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, but she insisted that there would be no nooky while Mama Puckerman was in the house.
"She's fucking staying at a hotel next time." Puck grumbled.
Rachel reached down and stroked him.
"It's only a few more days." Like that helped.
The next morning Puck went for a run and left Rachel and his mom to hang out. When he returned he could hear them talking in "his" bedroom. He shot to his feet when he heard his mom say, "I didn't know Noah kept his baseball cards all these years. I wonder if he still has…"
He sprinted to the door, but he was too late. His mom had emptied the box marked baseball cards, and his porn stash was displayed all over the bed.
"Ummm…" was all he could think to say.
"Noah!" said Rachel, horrified.
"I'm sorry," his mother said and practically ran for the kitchen.
"Rach, let me explain," he said.
"I don't think there's anything to really explain, Noah, is there. I mean you thought this box out completely and even marked it in a way that would mean I wouldn't be curious about the contents of the box."
"Babe, it's not like that. I just thought that maybe you'd want to watch some of this with me."
It was a lame finish, and he knew it. She stomped out of the room. He heard her make plans to go shopping with his mother. She was avoiding him. It was a good technique. She couldn't throw him out with his mother here, so she was just avoiding him. Shit. He had no fucking idea how to fix this.