Glee Disclaimer: I guess they don't need me, so I'll stick with what I'm doing and just play around with their characters.

Mark Salling: Please stop being so hot. My daydreams are way too much to handle during the day. My night dreams are… very enjoyable.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, alerts, and favorites. Keep telling me what works. I live for it.

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Rachel got up early and went shopping the next day with Santana, Quinn, Tina, Brittany, and Mercedes. They had been shopping all morning and took a break in the Food Court when some guys at the table next to them started flirting and hassling them. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn were natural flirts, so the boys had joined them quickly.

"Brittany," Rachel whispered. "why are you encouraging these boys?"

"Encouraging what?" asked Brittany. "We're just talking."

Rachel's mouth fell open to protest, but she just shook her head. Brittany had no idea what she'd been doing. Flirting was just second nature to her.

"Hey, you're that Glee Club girl." The cute blond said to Rachel. "You have such an amazing voice!"

She smiled and murmured thank you. He moved a little closer to her, but she scooted the other way toward Brittany.

Santana and Brittany were openly flirting. Mercedes did her best to keep up. There was a redhead who was tall who was enjoying the view of her cleavage. They were talking quietly, a little away from the rest of the group.

She sensed him before she saw him walk up. She swore she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck raise and turned around in the booth. That's when she noticed the blonde's arm on the back of the booth, as if it was around her.

" 'Sup, girls?" Puck questioned. Finn and Sam were with him, and their eyes narrowed quickly as they saw their girlfriends surrounded by guys from another school, guys who apparently didn't know how badass Puck was.

Rachel smiled to see him. This was a surprise. "Noah!"

He pulled her up over the back of the booth and into his arms for a possessive kiss. He squeezed her tightly to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Babe, I can find you anywhere. I just follow my dick and it leads to you." He smirked. Then he shot the blond a death look, as his boys grabbed chairs around the group.

The other group of boys saw that their cause was a lost one, so they left after Mercedes and Jeff exchanged numbers. The guys grabbed some food and came back to the table.

Puck ate his fries and squeezed Rachel's leg. She had taken care to hide some of her purchases, but he had seen the tell-tale pink Victoria's Secret bag and was way stoked about it. He tried to keep the grin off his face as he squeezed her leg.

Finn and Santana were obviously quarreling. He was not naïve enough to think that she hadn't encouraged the guys.

"Why do you have to do that all the time? I mean, I know you bought the rack, but do you have to put it on display and test it out all the time? Can't you just be happy with what you have? It's like you've got to have a trail of dicks lining up in case we don't work out."

"What we, Finn? You don't think there's a we. You only call me when you're horny. You don't think of us as a couple. I only met your mother once."

"The fuck you talking about, Lopez? We see each other every day almost." That was true, but they also had some sort of sex every day. He was a teenage boy. He had needs.

"That's it. We're taking a sex break. We're just going to have a regular relationship for a while."

Puck and Sam's heads shot up at that. This was dangerous territory for their girls to be around.

Brittany laughed. Everyone turned to look at her. She just stared back.

"Seriously, Santana, do you think you can take a sex break? You tried that once with Finn, and it didn't work. You were a bitch to everyone else, and nobody could stand to be around you. For all our sakes, please don't try this again."

Everyone froze. Santana looked at them. She pulled Finn over to another table so they could talk more. Soon after, Finn came running over to the table.

"Puck, I need to borrow your keys for a while." He grinned.

"The fuck, Finn? Not in my truck. It's daylight."

"We're just gonna run back to my house a minute. My mom's gone, and we'll be back in an hour or so."

Puck grimaced, but he handed his keys over. 'S all part of the bro code. If a dude's got a chance to get laid, you help him out.

Rachel giggled. "You don't look very happy, Noah."

He just squeezed her to him and planted a quick kiss to her lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss, no tongue even.

Most of the Gleeks had family Christmas functions tonight, so it worked out that Rachel and Puck could have their first weekend date in a long time. Rachel told him that she was planning to make him dinner at her house, and she had a special surprise for him.

He tried not to salivate as he thought about the pink bag and what her special surprise was. He was ready to leave with Sam and Finn as soon as Finn brought his truck back. It was too much for him to be at the mall this close to Christmas without going a little crazy. The crowds were swelling to supersize.

Out of the nowhere, Brittany laughed. He looked at her.

"I just got it. Blue balls. That's why you're singing that song for Christmas. Rachel here won't put out, and you've got blue balls. That's so funny."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Rachel shrank back a little from his arm that was around her and looked at his face closely.

" 'S just a song to sing."

"Yes, but why did you pick it?"

He squirmed a little. "I don't remember 'zactly."

"Noah Puckerman, are you singing that song about our sex life or lack of it?"

"Well… not so much anymore because…we're doing stuff, but at first… maybe."

She shot him a furious look. "Damn it, Noah. Just when I think you're maturing a little, you pull some stupid stunt like this."

"What? Babe, this was weeks ago. It wasn't just me. It was all the guys. It was just sort of an inside joke. You can't be mad about that."

"Just go. We'll talk tonight."

Shit. Talking was not supposed to be in the plans for tonight. Other things were supposed to be in the plans tonight. He hadn't so much as copped a feel since Tuesday. Shit. What the fuck?

Finn and Sam kept quiet on the way back to their houses. He dropped them off and went home. He took a nap so he wouldn't be tired when he got to Rachel's tonight. She told him to get there at 7:00. He had eaten dinner with his mom and sister because… well, he knew that the Berry house was pretty much a take-out house. That, and the fact that Rachel didn't eat real food, had him pretty worried about dinner.

He went over there promptly at 7:00 and greeted her at the door. She was actually ready, for once. His eyes assessed her from head to toe, and he smiled. She was wearing a short black glittery skirt with a red top belted at the waist. Her legs were in black stockings, and he wondered what kind they were, if she had bought them today. The top went down in a big v at the neck so he could see most of her breasts on display. That was definitely a new bra because he normally couldn't see much boob even if the shirt was a v-neck.

"Babe, you're so fucking hot!" he greeted her with a kiss and pulled her body to his, rubbing it a little over his pants.

"Noah." She reprimanded him and pulled away, leading him into the kitchen area. The Berrys had a formal dining room, but they were going to eat in the breakfast nook. She had lit some candles and set the table nicely. She poured him a glass of wine and told him to sit down.

They sat at the small table and ate their salads. He waited for her to bring up the song, but she didn't. She seemed content to chatter away about songs she wanted to sing in Glee or the shopping trip with the girls or whatever. He just made a few comments here and there so she would know he was listening. She had made a pasta dish for the main course that was pretty good. He was glad he had eaten earlier with his mom, but that was like two hours ago, so he was ready to eat again.

After dinner they moved the dishes into the dishwasher together and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. She had chosen an old James Bond movie, and it was okay. He wasn't that interested in the movie. He ran his hands along her sides and tried to pull her onto his lap.

"Noah, I can't believe that's why you chose that song."

He shrugged. "Babe, I think you're making a big deal out of nothing. It was just sort of a joke that only we would know. Believe me when I say, nobody saw Brittany figuring it out, coming."

"It's a little offensive that you would sing a song about our sex life."

"Babe, it wasn't about our sex life. It's irony. You gotta appreciate that. 'Sides, I didn't come over here tonight to talk about my blue balls."

She giggled a little as he nuzzled her neck. She kissed him softly, running her tongue over his full bottom lip. Then she chewed on it and kissed him some more. She was facing him, with both knees on either side of his legs, and he was completely hard. He reached into his pants to readjust a little, and she bounced some more on his lap. He groaned.

He reached up under her top and felt the lacy bra holding her tits up for display. He quickly undid it, and stroked her nipples.

"Oh, um. Dessert." She said abruptly. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a can of whip cream. He stood up and turned to follow her and tell her he had his own ideas for dessert.

He stared after her when the doorbell rang. Shit. He ran his hand through his hair and readjusted himself. She quickly hooked her bra back up and went to the door. Finn and Santana were there.

"Berry! You won't believe this! It's unfuckingbelievable!"

Santana and Finn strode into the house wearing cheesy grins, totally oblivious to what they'd just interrupted.

"Call much?" he said to Lopez.

"Puck, that can wait. This can't!" she sang.

"What's going on, Santana?"

"You and Finn getting married?" grumbled Puck because as far as he was concerned, that was the only reason they should have been interrupted.

Santana startled and looked up at Finn all girly-like. "No, this is pretty good too though."

Rachel looked at her. "What? What is it? Did Vocal Adrenaline get kicked out of show choir competitions for the year?"

"Uh, no. You need to start thinking about things other than singing."

Puck silently agreed. He wanted to help Rachel start obsessing about other things. He just needed to get rid of these two before her dads made it home.

"What's your news, Santana?" asked Rachel politely, ignoring the jibe from her friend.

"Well, Daddy booked a ski condo weekend at The Chalet without asking Stepmonster what their plans were for New Year's, so now they're double booked!"

Rachel blinked at her, uncomprehending.

Finn piped in with, "So now Santana gets to have the ski condo over Christmas break for her and her girlfriends!"

Puck grinned broadly. "How many rooms?"

"There are 7 bedrooms so EVERYONE can come!" she squealed.

Fuck yeah.

Rachel wasn't exuberantly happy. "I don't know if my dads will let me go. We usually do a trip over Christmas and that hasn't been ironed out by my dads yet. Plus, they usually only let me go on supervised overnights."

Puck thought that was pretty funny considering how much they left her alone, but he didn't say anything. Rachel did have great dads and he appreciated that they never looked down on him although they knew he'd had a pretty rough life and screwed up big.

"Rachel, you have to come!" shouted Santana.

"Couldn't you just explain that all the girls from Glee are going? Maybe you could say that you're working on a set list or something?"

Puck watched the wheels in Rachel's mind start whirling. She was going to make this work. And, he was sure, he was totally getting laid. Ski lodges, condos with private rooms, this was a romantic setting to be sure.

"Puck? Did you hear me?" she asked.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Never mind. Finn, Santana come in and sit down. Let's make plans."

What the fuck? Couldn't they make plans later? He had plans for now. But Finn and Santana were still there when her dads got home at 11:00. Puck had to say goodbye to his girlfriend at her front door.

"Sorry, Noah. This wasn't what I planned for tonight, but maybe next weekend?"

Puck went home and jerked off to memories (now distant) of Rachel sucking him off.

************ Monday at school…

Brittany turned around in history and said, "So… how'd you like that dessert?" She winked at him.

"The fuck you talking about, Brit? We didn't eat dessert. That's when Finn and San stopped by to tell us about the ski weekend."

She startled. "You never got to…, but she had the whipped cream!"

Puck stopped and said, "Spill it."

"Uh, no. I think I've said enough. Let's just say you really missed out."

He texted Rachel, although he knew she was in English lit. and probably would ignore it.

Puck: When do I get Sat's dessert?

RB*: Soon.

Puck: What is it?

RB*: Something new. You'll like it.

Puck: I'm hungry now. Let's go get it.

RB*: Soon.

Shit. Now he had a hard-on again. Brittany smirked at him knowingly.

At lunch, he tried to sneak Rachel off to the choir room, but she just shoved his roaming hands away, and told him he was as bad as a kid before Christmas.

After school he had basketball and then had the kid. Rachel came over after dinner, but they were busy with Jenna. When Jenna was certainly asleep, he pulled Rachel into his room and locked the bedroom door behind her.

"Babe, I've been dreaming about this for almost a week."

"As have I, Noah. As have I."

He pushed her onto the bed and threw his shirt off. She was wearing jeans again, which was still unusual for her, but she looked great in them.

"Can you help me out a little, babe? Get those clothes off as quickly as possible."

She laughed at his eagerness but did take off her own clothes as he got rid of his. She wasn't quite fast enough for him though, and he helped her out of her jeans and scooted the socks off her body as well.

He ran his hands up her legs from knee to hip and back again. She felt like his hands were leaving a trail of flames where they touched her body. She was restless and needy. His lips found hers so he could kiss her deeply, running his tongue along hers inside her mouth and darting back to the tip again to play. When he reached for her nipple, she arched her back into his touch. She was already making those soft mewling sounds in the back of her throat, and he was harder for listening to her.

"Um, Noah," she pleaded.

He knew what she wanted. He had purposely avoided the area just so he could hear her beg for it. He kissed her neck and lazily stroked his hand down to her belly button.

"Yeah, babe?"

She writhed on the bed and grabbed his wrist, pulling it down to her center. He chuckled low in his throat, deep and hard.

"Is this what you want, babe?"

He rubbed her wet, wet slit and barely grazed her clit. Then he inserted a finger into her and stroked it back and forth. She was tight and wet and felt so right on his finger. His dick jumped at the contact. He stroked his finger back and forth as he found the rough patch inside her. He touched it and then pressed her clit gently.

The noises were louder now, and he worried a little about waking Jenna up. She was writhing with need, and he was going to make her beg for it.

"Please, Noah."

"Please what?"

She twisted her head from side to side, and he kissed her nipples lightly, sucking them into his mouth and laving his tongue over them again. He kissed her neck and worked his fingers inside her in a steady pace. He avoided her clit area and just let her wriggle her hips as she ground down on his finger. He switched to his thumb inside her and used the rest of his hand to put pressure on her clit.

"Noah. Noah. Can you…? Can you…? Please."

"What, babe? What do you need? What do you want?"

"Can you do that thing with your tongue?"

"Though you'd never ask."

He swooped down with his amazing tongue. He licked her up her slit and down, tonguing each fold and reaching everywhere but where she really wanted it. He put his tongue deep into her, fucking her with it. She writhed and twisted begging for more.

"Shhhhh. Rach, keep it a little quieter for Jenna."

He stroked her clit then and she bit on the pillow she had grabbed from beneath her head. She held it over her face to muffle the noises she was unable to control. He swirled his tongue and worked his thumb inside her until she was keening a cry into the pillow- intense and fierce.

It took a few minutes for her body to cease spasming. The waves were rocking their way down her whole body, and she was riding them out into a state of exhaustion. Puck moved the pillow off her face to look into her eyes.

"Feel better, babe?" he asked.

She just looked at him, unable to speak yet.

"Damn, I love you, Rachel Berry."

That was enough to revive her. He didn't say it often.

"I love you too, Noah Puckerman." She flipped over. "Now let's take care of you."

She knelt down over his dick and took it in her mouth. She stroked the tip with her tongue. She sucked it into her mouth and let it go again. She let it slide to the back of her throat and sucked harder until he was shooting against the back of her throat.

Damn. His girl was amazing. He pulled her into his arms and they lied in his bed.

"So…did you bring my dessert?" he asked casually.

"Did Brittany tell you what it was?"

"Not 'zactly, but my deviant mind took me where I think you went. I'm like a starving man, babe. I need my dessert."

"Noah, I just sucked you off and let you come down my throat. Isn't that enough to satisfy you for a while?"

He motioned to his already hardening cock. That was her answer. Too bad she hadn't brought the whipped cream with her.

Author's Note: I know Rachel is vegan, but since I don't know enough about the diet, it's difficult for me to follow it here.