Gotta say, I'm so glad you guys liked the last chapter. So much still needs to happen and things are about to heat up! Enjoy…
She watches him watching her. It's an almost surreal feeling, like an out of body experience maybe. She's not sure if she even knows what that really feels like, but somehow she thinks this is exactly how it would be. She's standing in the corner of her room or at least that's where she assumes she is since she can see all around her bedroom. She can see herself lying on the bed, curled in a fetal position, sleeping peacefully.
He is there next to her, his hand lightly touching the ends of her hair. He winds his fingers around her hair, tugging gently on it. Her sleeping body stirs ever so slightly, thrusting a leg out of the covers that are covering her body. He's still watching her, softly humming a song she can't quite hear. He begins speaking even though she can still clearly see herself sleeping on the bed.
"I remember the first time you fell asleep at my house." He grins, fingers still intertwined with her hair. She wants to answer him, but her sleeping body won't budge.
"My mom told us to behave ourselves while she ran out to the store." He laughed softly. "I guess she forgot she was talking to two seventeen year olds, huh?"
She remembered all right. That was the second time she let him get to second base. She didn't dare let him get any further for fear that his mother would return. After that she had fallen asleep with her head in his lap while he watched a movie until his mother came home. She was surprised he even recalled any of that.
"You know he's here, right?" He asked, releasing his hold on her hair. He turned on his back, placing both hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. She wanted to ask who, but once again her body remained still even though she could hear every word he said.
"He's here." He repeated these words several times before the humming began again. This time she recognized the sound of the nursery rhyme.
"Rock-a-bye, baby, In the treetop, When the wind blows, The cradle will rock, When the bow breaks, The cradle will fall, And down will come baby, Cradle and all." She sang the words in her head along to the tune he was humming.
Rachel woke with a gasp. Another dream about Finn. And this one made entirely no sense to her. Her heart was racing, practically thudding in her ears as she tried to catch her breath. Who was he and where exactly was here? She wanted to scream or go back to sleep and try harder to make the words come out.
"Hey you." Rachel was startled to see Puck lying next to her, leaning on his upper arm, flipping randomly through a pregnancy book she had left open on the bed before she fell asleep.
"How did you get in?" Rachel seemed confused, sleep still etched across her face.
"You know you really should lock your doors." He said, closing the book and pushing it away from himself and winking at her. "You just never know who might come in."
"I must've fallen asleep while I was reading." She whispered, her eyes wandering around the room.
"Another pregnancy book? I thought you had read them all by now." Puck laughed. He expected a much different reaction from her; instead she seemed dazed and her breathing slightly labored. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just had a bad dream." She shook her head slightly.
"Hungry?" He asked, jumping up and grabbing her hand.
Rachel nodded sheepishly, not quite sure why she couldn't shake the weird feeling she still had from that dream. Coupled with the fact that Puck had startled her by showing up next to her in bed while she was asleep, it was safe to say her anxiety level was a little high and she knew that couldn't be good for the baby. She would never admit either to Puck though. Things had been seemingly calm for both of them over the last week. Puck seemed to have taken her and Sam's words to heart, cutting back on his drinking and even attempting to be actively involved in Rachel's pregnancy. He even seemed excited about her ultrasound that was scheduled for the following week. She was finding it hard not to like the new and improved Puck. She followed him in the kitchen, watching him rummage through cabinets, followed by the refrigerator, an awkward expression on his face.
"I'm not really good with this whole kitchen thing." He shrugged, slouching his shoulders.
"It's ok, I can find something." She opened the fridge, pulling out the ingredients for a salad.
Puck opened what he thought was the cabinet that held the bowls, but came up with glasses instead. Rachel leaned in front of him, reaching for the adjacent cabinet. Her hair brushed across his face; he caught a quick whiff of her shampoo, making him almost dizzy. She stretched her arm out, struggling to reach a bowl on the top shelf. Leaning forward, he reached up to help her, closing the space between them. She stiffened slightly as his body made contact with hers. Puck brought the bowls down, setting them on the counter, yet continuing to stand behind her, so close they almost look connected. Bringing his left hand up, he used his fingers to swipe her hair away from her neck. Rachel felt her spine tingle as he pressed his lips gently against her neck, her head lulling to one side. Before long, her head had found its way to his chest, leaning back against him as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder. She hadn't realized she had a death grip on the countertop to keep her knees from throwing her to the ground until he pulled her back even closer, both of their bodies now completely touching.
Puck ran his hand down her arm, tracing an imaginary line to her stomach. Gently he rubbed a circle over her tiny bump that was just barely showing. Spinning her around, his lips crashed against hers as her arms fell around his neck. Rachel's head was spinning as he was continued kissing her in all the right places. All thoughts of the dream pushed from her mind. She wondered if this is what all the pregnancy books meant by heightened libido during pregnancy. She ran her hand under his shirt, feeling his rippled pectoral muscles. This seemed to be just the cue Puck was waiting for. He lifted her up onto the counter top, shoving the bowls aside. Rachel didn't even bother to protest that she was on the counter, nor that he was pushing her skirt up. The same skirt she had painstakingly picked out to wear to work that morning since it was one of the few things that still fit was now hiked up to her waist, her panties pushed to the side, as Puck ran his finger over her folds. It felt so good that she almost wished he would never stop.
Puck trailed a line of kisses up her inner thigh, as he worked his fingers around her body. He could feel himself stiffen with each moan that escaped from Rachel's lips, especially when she reared her head back. He thought it was probably the fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen. He thought about climbing on top of her right on the counter, but pushed the idea from his mind quickly, worrying that he would hurt either her or the baby. But he knew he needed a release and he needed it soon; the enormous bulge in his jeans aching more with each passing second.
Knock, knock, knock
"What was that?" Rachel lifted her head up, struggling to regain her breathing.
"I didn't hear anything." Puck seemed oblivious, his hands continuing to roam her legs and thighs.
"Is someone at the door?" Her eyes darted towards the front door.
"Ah, who's give a shit. If it's important, they'll come back later." He wasn't going to let a knock at the door ruin this moment. Their first real sexual moment since that drunken night, the one so full of regrets, yet held so many promises now.
"Noah!" Rachel whispered, pushing him away. "It might be Tina or wait, what if it's Carole? She probably saw your truck here"
Puck finally gave up. He leaned back against the kitchen sink, wiping the inside of his hand across his face. Rachel slid down from the counter, quickly adjusting her skirt then smoothed her hair.
"So you don't want her to know I'm here?" Puck growled. "You haven't told her yet, have you?"
"No." Rachel said sheepishly. "I-I've been waiting for just the right time."
"When is that going to be? Cause I'm pretty sure it won't be long before you won't have to tell her, she'll be able to see for herself."
"I'll tell her soon." Rachel promised, patting him on the arm and hurrying to answer the front door. She smoothed her hair once more before throwing open the door, only to find Kurt standing on the other side. Kurt smiled at Rachel, then threw a cautionary glance down the hall when he realized Puck was in the kitchen looking slightly disheveled, arms crossed, leaning against the sink with a scowl on his face.
Well the dreams are getting weirder, but things are looking promising for Puck & Rachel. However…Oh Kurt, why'd ya have to ruin that moment? Nice time to pay a visit all the way from Columbus, huh? I'd say he may be a little suspicious now…
