A/N: So this chapter took a whole week and I'm so sorry! I just couldn't get into the mood of writing, which made me really frustrated! But I promise that the wait is worth it. Well at least I hope you'll think that too!

WARNING (kinda): I didn't want to change the rating, so I went very light on the smut (I think), but if you don't want to read any, then just skip that part. Or don't read the second half of this chapter at all. So yeah, that's it for now: enjoy!


Rachel didn't drive him to the airport the next day, her dad did. For one because it was really early and also because she was still mad at him for leaving. It was his job and she got that, but she still hated the fact that he cared more about the hospital than her. And she hated even more that she felt the same.

It wasn't supposed to be like that, right? He should be the most important thing in her life, next to her dads. But she knew he wasn't. And she knew she wasn't for him either.

After he had left, she tried to go back to sleep. But of course it didn't work. Her head was full of thoughts, questioning her relationship, the last two years of her live, the decisions she had made. And everywhere he popped up. Noah. Even though she hadn't even heard from him in the past two years, he was still the reason behind a lot of her decisions.

Would she have slept with Cedric in Mexico if she hadn't spent so much time with Noah at the wedding? Would she have fallen into a relationship with him this fast if Noah hadn't broken her heart one week before?

She knew that answer. And it kinda scared her.

So after both of her dads had left for work, she got up, ate an apple, then put on some shorts and pulled her old running shoes out of her wardrobe. A little run could maybe help her to free her mind again. And anyway, her condition could need some training.


He'd talk to her. Today. That was his plan.

Quinn was at her mom's house cause her sister was back for a couple of days to plan her wedding and go dress shopping with her family or something, (no, he didn't really listen) so she wouldn't ask any questions when he left the house in the early morning.

Puck still didn't know how he was going to talk to Rachel, what he should say, but he'd simply take his friend's advice and just go for it. Rachel knew him, she knew he sucked at talking about the important stuff. Puck was just hoping that at least her dads were out of the house because with 3 other people around, it would get hard to talk to her at all.

So after Quinn had left, he slipped into a pair of blue shorts, pulled a simple black shirt over his head and he was ready to go.

When he stopped in front of the Berry's house, there was no car in the driveway. Not a bad start. After 5 minutes of sitting in his car and feeling like a creep, he got out. It's not like he'd storm in there and take her against the nearest wall. He'd just talk to her. (Even though, you know, wouldn't be the worst thing on earth to do said thing.)

He in took a deep breath before ringing the bell. (It was almost embarrassing how nervous he was.) He waited for a full minute before ringing again.

Shit.

Maybe she wasn't even there because there was no way she was still asleep at 10am. But before he could try it another time, the door suddenly opened. Rachel stood in front of him, wearing pink cotton shorts and a white tank top, her still wet her in a messy bun at the top of her head. There was no sign of any make up on her face, but she looked so fucking gorgeous, standing there barefoot in front of him. He was already so fucked.

"Noah..." She said, obviously surprised to see him. Hell, he was kinda surprised to see her too, even though he was the one standing outside her house in the morning.

"Hey." He said softly, his lips curling into a small smile. He just couldn't help it. (Shut up.) "Can I come in?"

Rachel looked at him hesitantly for a second before opening the door wider so he could step inside. When she closed the door behind her, Puck looked around the living room. No sign of douche face or her dads. Huh.

"So..." Rachel said, walking around him so she was in front of him again. She probably just took a shower since he could smell her shampoo in the air. God, this shampoo.

"Are your dads here?" He asked, getting that part over with.

"No, they both have to work today." Rachel answered shortly, crossing her arms over her chest like she was ashamed. There really was no need. She looked fucking hot. He'd tell her that if he didn't think she'd slap him or throw him out or something.

"And um..." He cleared his throat. "Cedric?"

"He flew back to New York this morning."

Huh. He certainly didn't expect that.

"What? Why? You didn't tell him about..." The way I pressed you into a wall and made you moan into my mouth.

"No, it's... it's something with one of his patients." She said, looking at her toes and shifting uncomfortably.

"Oh... okay." Puck replied and scratched his hand over his head. They were completely alone! Cedric was back in New York (what a shame!) and her dads at work. The conditions couldn't be any better.

(Seriously, sometimes he couldn't believe his own luck.)

"So..." He started slowly, thinking about what to say first, where to start.

"Noah, why are you here?" She uncrossed her arms and pressed them into her hips. Well fuck, taking her against a wall didn't sound so weird anymore.

"I thought we should talk about some... stuff." Puck said, trying to take his eyes from her body. (Which was really fucking hard, for the record.)

"So talk." Rachel simply answered, locking her eyes with his. He had her full attention, all he needed to do was get out some words.

"Yeah... I-I mean... fuck, this is harder than I thought." He sighed, throwing his head back and taking a deep breath. When he looked back at her, there was only one thing that came to his mind. "I'm really sorry, Rachel."

She looked at him for a second, trying to figure out what he meant, before speaking again. "For what, exactly?"

"Everything. Acting like a jackass the first half of the week, not trying to call you for the past two years, fucking up our whole friendship, hurting you at the wedding..." He mumbled that last bit. Puck hated to think about that night. He hated it, but he also loved it. The memories of her beneath him, moaning his name, pulling him closer, kissing his neck, sliding her hands up and down his back... those were amazing memories. But thinking about what happened afterwards, watching her leave with that hurt expression in her eyes... it wasn't something he wanted to think about ever again.

"That's it?" She raised her brows. When he shrugged, Rachel shook her head, laughing ironically. "You apologize for things you did two years ago, but not for something that happened three days ago." She stated.

"Yeah I'm... I'm not really sorry for that." Puck laughed, but stopped when he saw Rachel's angry look. "I mean... shit, maybe I should have chosen a better place... and time... but I don't regret kissing you." He said honestly.

"Noah I really don't think this is going somewhere,so can you please just-"

"No listen. I know I'm bad with words and expressing my feelings and shit, but this is... we're... something! And I know that you felt it, too!" He said, taking a step forwards and sliding his hands down her arms. Rachel shivered at his touch, sucking in a tiny breath.

"Noah please..." She breathed as his hands slipped into hers, stepping even closer while doing so.

"What?" Puck breathed as he bend his head down to hers. Rachel could feel his warm breath on her skin and it took every power in her to resist him.

"Noah, we can't do this!" Rachel whined, pressing her hands against his chest to keep some distance. He knew she was trying to fight him, but he also knew she would have stopped him by now if she really didn't want this.

"Why? Because of your boyfriend?" He spat the words out, letting go of her and threading his fingers through his hair. "Well I don't see him around!"

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, taking a step back. "Yes, because of Cedric. And because of Quinn. God Noah, you're... you're getting married! This isn't like the last time and if I thought it was wrong then - which it really was by the way - it's even worse now! You can't just-"

His brain kinda switched off for a few seconds. Did she just... ?

"Woah woah woah hold on a second. What the fuck are you talking about? Married?" He looked at her confused.

"I found the magazines, Noah." Rachel whispered, turning away from him.

THE FUCK?

"What magazines? What the hell is going on?" Puck really didn't understand anything right now.

"The wedding magazines? God Noah, don't even try to deny it. There were stickers on the pages!" Rachel threw her hands up, turning around again to face him. He just stared at her for a few seconds, trying to sort out everything that was going on at the moment.

"Where did you find them?" Puck asked softly.

"In your kitchen drawer. You send me to search for matches and they were just there..." Rachel sighed, looking around the living room so she didn't have to look at him. Puck just stood there, unable to believe what she had just told him.

"And you think... you think Quinn and I are...? Fuck, are you crazy?"

"I am most certainly not!" Rachel snapped, glaring at him.

"Well if you think I'd marry her then yeah, you are." Puck laughed, shaking his head. Seriously, he really liked her, but sometimes she could be so stupid.

"You're... you're not going to marry?" She asked in a tiny voice, glancing at him from under her lashes.

"HELL NO! Our relationship should have ended like months ago. As if I'd ask her to marry me!" Puck snorted, still amused that Rachel would ever assume that.

"Oh... I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that..." She pressed her lips together, looking to the floor.

And suddenly it clicked.

"Wait... so that was your whole problem? You thought I was getting married and in your crazy, beautiful head you thought that made it worse to want this? Between us?" He grinned, taking a few steps towards her and taking her face into his hands again.

"I... it still isn't okay. This... Noah we're-"

"Amazingly hot together?" Puck finished, laughing softly as he stroked her cheek softly with his thumb. It made her smile, even if it only lasted for a split second.

"This is wrong." She sighed, laying her hands on top of his arms but not pulling them away.

"No, it's not. It's just a shitty moment." Puck explained, brushing some hair out of her face.

Rachel nodded, letting her hands fall to his chest and fisting the hem of his shirt into her small hands which only made him come closer. (Not that he wouldn't have done it anyway.)

"And when is the right moment?" She asked softly, looking up at him.

"I don't know." He answered honestly. Puck knew that this wasn't okay, that they shouldn't be doing this. But he couldn't help the way he felt about her. It was like he needed to touch her all the time or he'd explode or something stupid like that. He still was with Quinn and she had her stupid doctor boyfriend and even though he hated that guy, he knew he didn't deserve this. Neither did Quinn. But hey, no one ever said he was selfless! So who cared about donkey face or the fact that his girlfriend apparently wanted to marry him (he'd have to look at those magazines at some point). Right now, all that mattered was Rachel. And with her standing right there in front of him, looking at him like she needed him as much as he needed her, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"Maybe we're just thinking too much. Maybe we're just making everything complicated when it's actually pretty simple." He shrugged. Puck's hands found their way down the sides of her body to pull her closer, never leaving her eyes with hers. He expected to see at least a little hesitation, but instead, he only saw the look of desire in her eyes. So he just kissed her because right then and there, right or wrong didn't matter anymore.


He kissed her with so much passion it left her knees shaking. Noah always had this effect on her, his kisses made her feel completely boneless and let her mind go black. She gasped when he grinded his hips against her. Her hands slid into the hair at the back of his neck and made him groan. Rachel knew this was wrong, but it felt more than right, having him all pressed up again her, his hand touching every part of her body at once.

"Rach, if you don't want this... you need to stop me now!" Puck moaned, placing hot kisses on her neck and making her tingle.

"I can't..." She breathed and pulled his lips onto hers again, slipping her tongue into his mouth before pulling away to nip at his earlobe. "I can't tell you to stop, Noah." She whispered into his ear as he let out a deep moan.

"Fuck... " Puck hissed, pulling away to look into her eyes. "So that's a yes?" Puck asked. He wanted her so badly, but he needed to be sure that she felt the same. That she wouldn't regret this later on.

Rachel swallowed, looking deeply into his dark hazel eyes. She knew she just had to say the words and he'd stop. But she didn't want him to stop anymore. She needed him to show her how much he wanted her. So she nodded, her fingers tracing along his jaw line. "Yes."

And this was all he needed to hear. With a growl he captured her lips again. Her hands automatically went to his shoulders as he backed her up against the nearest wall, slipping his hand under her thin top. He didn't think about Quinn or Cedric, about her dads possibly coming home any time soon or about what this- they, actually were. Rachel was the only thing on his mind. Because she was his. If only for right now and with just a few days left, she was his. And that afternoon, in her white four-post bed, with the sun shining through her windows and laying an orange gleam on everything, he made love to her. Just like he had two years ago in that little hotel room in New York City at their friend's wedding. He took his time, carrying her up the stairs, laying her down on her bed and peeling the clothes of her perfect body. He made sure to tell her how sexy and beautiful she was a dozen times, making her come twice before even pulling off his boxers. And when he finally slipped into her, they both moaned out loudly, never breaking eye contact. And again, he thought back to the night two years ago and for a split second, he wished that he would've done everything differently. That he wouldn't have let her leave this easily. But this wasn't about regretting the past, or even thinking about the future. It was about enjoying the here and now. And god, the here and now was amazing.


And that's it for today!
What did you think? And especially, did you like the whole love-making scene? I had my problems with writing it, since I didn't know how far to go and where to stop. So please give me some feedback on that!
Next-Up: Puck visits his mom & Rachel's dads have some things to say!