I don't own Glee.
A/N: This chapter is kind of short. And fluffy. There's going to be some very small angst coming up so I thought I would throw out some fluff to soften the blow. Also, Puck may seem a bit OOC and I realize that. But honestly, I don't think he would behave too far off from this if he and Rachel were ever in a similar situation.
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"No." Rachel gripped onto Puck harder when he shifted to leave her bed. "Don't go yet; stay for just a little bit longer. Please, Noah?" She clung to his arm and he chuckled.
"Go back to sleep, Rachel, you're exhausted. I have to get to work and then I'll stop back by to check on you before I head home for the night." He sighed, untangling himself from her grasp and she fell back onto the bed, defeated. She watched him slip his shirt back over his head and then he was pulling open her door. "I promise that I'll be here to tuck you in, Rach." He always said that but it didn't make her heart fall any less when she knew he had to go.
She nodded, the sleep clouding her thoughts and then she heard her bedroom door shut quietly behind him. She sighed, rolling over, and forced herself to sit on the edge of the bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and squinted to read that it was barely three o'clock in the afternoon. On a Saturday. Usually she would take a run about this time or head to the JCC to volunteer to help Rabbi Greenburg.
This pregnancy was really wearing on her but she refused to cut back on her extracurricular activities. She compromised with Noah after he insisted she slow down so now she spent every Saturday lounging in her bedroom and sleeping as much as possible. Saturday wastheir day. He would set his alarm clock to wake up earlier than usual and be at her house by eight in the morning. Her dads would always have breakfast ready for Rachel and Puck before they headed to work and then the two teens would have all day to laze around the house by themselves.
They spent most Saturdays tucked under the safety of her soft pink comforters while he hummed in her ear, a movie playing quietly in the background. He always let her pick the movie but every so often she put in an action movie she knew he would enjoy. She would nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his dull scent that somehow made her calm. Most smells were a little too strong lately and made her nauseas but Puck smelled like rain and fresh cut grass. That's probably just because he took up a small lawn-mowing business that ran alongside his pool cleaning.
She never asked but she was positive he had given up the cougars. He spent nearly all of his free time with her so he didn't have much time for his other… interests.
His hands always found their way to her hair. He would slowly run his fingers through her soft curls with one hand while the other rested firmly against her stomach, slowly stroking his thumb under the bottom of her shirt.
She had given up her skirts weeks ago when they began to get tight. So now, she either wore some sweatpants with a tank top or a baggy shirt that covered her bottom. Puck never spoke up about her clothing choices but she had noticed his eyes always lit up a little more when she decided not to wear pants. Maybe that was why she had chosen shorter shirts lately. Even if she was pregnant, it didn't mean she couldn't feel pretty, right?
Besides, she had been reading some pregnancy books lately and they all said that her hormones should be raging right now. Dr. Turley said it was completely normal that Rachel had been turned on a little more by Puck lately. It didn't help that most Saturdays they ended up stealing soft, light kisses from each other. It never went beyond that, hands always stayed above the waist, but it didn't keep either of them from wishing the other would take it further.
Saturday was their day.
Occasionally, though, he did have to work in the afternoons so she was left home alone. She usually tried to busy herself with some light cleaning but her dads were careful about keeping the house pretty much spotless. It was infuriating sometimes. Everyone around her was treating her like she was breakable and weak. They didn't want her lifting anything over five pounds or to reach too high. She was only three months pregnant. She was barely showing and they were trying to put her on bed rest.
Puck worked until ten, sometimes nine if his boss let him go early, and then he would drop by Rachel's house to tell her goodnight. It was probably weird that they spent so much time together, especially since they still weren't an actual couple, but both Puck and Rachel found it weird when they were apart.
She couldn't get to sleep without him tucking her in, something her dads usually did, but Puck had recently taken over that task. She would always be in bed waiting for him and he would smile when he slipped into her bedroom. She would offer him a sleepy grin and he would come to sit on the edge of her bed.
"I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" He promised after tucking her in. "Goodnight, Rachel." He kissed her forehead and she smiled softly when he bent to kiss her belly too. "Goodnight, half-pint."
Rachel giggled. "Don't call our baby that."
Puck smirked up at her. "Then what do you suppose we call him or her."
"I don't know." She shrugged. "But not half-pint."
"What about… Boo-Berry?" He offered and she scrunched up her nose. "Dumpling?"
"I like Button." She whispered, tangling her fingers with his and pulling his hand up to her stomach. "Because the baby still tiny, like a little button."
"The baby probably looks like a little sea monkey too. Why don't we call him or her that?" He joked and she rolled her eyes. "Button it is." He leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Goodnight, Button." He mumbled before kissing her a little more firmly.
"Goodnight, Noah." Her breath was only slightly ragged when he finally pulled away from the kiss. He rarely kissed her like that so when he did, she savored it. The raging hormones weren't doing much to defuse the ache between her thighs. She grappled to hang onto his shirt but he was already on his feet and laughing at her.
"You've really got start taking those cold showers, Rach." He teased. "You've been really handsy lately. I mean, I'm not complaining but sometimes it's hard to pull away when you do that thing with your tongue."
"Who asked you to pull away?" She asked. Where did that voice come from? She almost sounded… sexy. She cleared her throat and blushed up at him. "I'm sorry. It's hormones again."
He laughed and once again sat on the edge of her bed. "I think I like these hormones a lot more than the ones that make you cry." She rolled her eyes. "All I'm saying, Rachel, is we have time to decide what we are to each other. I'm pretty sure sex kind of got us into this situation in the first place so…"
"We need to take it slow." She finished his thought and they both nodded. "I understand, Noah. Sometimes it's just really hard to control myself around you."
He smirked and gave her a light peck on the lips. "I know how you feel."
She swallowed thickly and glanced up at him. "What does this mean?"
He took a long breath and finally found the right words. "It means that I'm going to finish telling you goodnight and then I'm going to go home. I'll see you at school on Monday, Rachel, and maybe I'll ask you on a proper date."
She nodded, finding his idea to be a great suggestion and squirmed back under her blanket to smile up at him. He always did this; he always hummed a song before he left. And the song was always Sweet Caroline. She would tell him that he could pick another song but he always went with that song. To be honest, she didn't mind.
