Ok, so sorry about all those other 'NEW CHAPTER' notices. Had a bit of a fight with FanFiction but it's all good now. I AM SOOOO EXCITED FOR THIS EPISODE (8) TO COME OUT AND I HAVE AN EXAM TONIGHT anyways, here's the next chapter and hope you enjoy!! ^_^ R & R
Rachel felt almost nauseas with worry as she pulled into the parking lot Monday morning. Some of the people standing in parking lot stopped talking and waited for her to walk by before continuing their conversations in hushed whispers. Rachel rushed into the school and to her locker. 'It was just another day,´ Rachel told herself as she opened up her locker and began to pull out the books she needed for the day.
"Hey Rach," Puck leaned against the lockers and smiled at her. It was an actual smile. Rachel felt herself blush and smiled back,
"Hello, Noah how are you this morning?" Rachel felt so awkward talking to him like they had been friends for years.
"I'm good, a little tired though, kinda had a crazy start to a weekend." Rachel rolled her eyes to him, irritation visibly shooting from them. Before she could say anything, he dropped his lips to hers and captured them in a quick, light kiss.
"See ya around," He spun away from her and left to go to class. It hadn't dawned on Rachel that the bell had rang or the fact that Quinn and Santana were giving her a death glare that even Sue Sylvester would have been frightened by. Rachel grabbed her last books and shut her locker before wandering to her class. Finn was already in there and looked up at her. He didn't smile or even try to seem as friendly as he usually was.
"Hi Finn, I had a great time at your party Friday." She sat next to him and he merely nodded, focusing on writing on his clean sheet of paper. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat at his quietness and pulled out her own sheet of paper, taking notes down. Ever class period was that uncomfortable until she finally had one with Mercedes and Tina, who each rattled off different question simultaneously so fast it made Rachel's head spin. Rachel laughed nervously and answered each question without revealing too much. She spoke softly and in a small voice the entire time as they asked questions and giggled at the answers. Puck walked by the door at one point and Mercedes and Tina started to laugh. He stopped and looked in at them; Rachel had her head bowed and was bright red while Tina and Mercedes had big grins on their faces and waved at him. Puck smirked and kept going down the hall. Glee finally came and every sat down uncomfortably. Puck sat next to Rachel and pulled her close, ignoring the death glares from Santana, Quinn and Finn. Mr. Schuester gave them a curious look when he walked in but merely shrugged and pulled out a sheet of paper with a grin on his face.
"Alright guys, the group I thought did the best was Tina's group," Puck could practically feel Rachel's disappointment but Mr. Schuester grinned at her, "But the best duet was Rachel and Puck. So, I have some songs we're going to try out." He went to his bag and pulled out three folders. The first two were mere ensembles with Tina and Matt as the leads and then Mercedes and Santana. But the last one he only handed to Rachel and Puck. It was the song, "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. Rachel smiled at Puck who just looked back.
"Let's start with Tina and Matt." Practice went smoothly with no outbursts or fights that Rachel had dreaded all day. As they left, Puck went to Rachel and gently linked his fingers with hers. Finn brushed by him forcefully and left Quinn behind, who had to jog slightly to keep up with his lanky legs. Santana waited behind with Brittany before lowering her head and whispering to her. Brittany went to Mike and whispered to him. Mike nodded and shrugged. Santana had a smirk grace her lips that was neither pretty nor kind. She wasn't going to let that Gleek have anyone.
Puck walked Rachel to her car and waited patiently as she put her bags in the passenger seat. She turned to him and smiled,
"Thanks for walking me out here, Noah." She liked his first name so much better than his nickname. Puck reached for her and grasped her wrist lightly, tugging her towards him. He pulled her into a warm kiss that left her breathless. Her hands gently pressed against his pecs but she didn't pull away, instead she deepened the kiss; this time, her tongue slipped out and flicked against his lips. Puck smirked inwardly; she definitely wasn't as innocent as she wanted everyone wanted to believe. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers, staring at her. Her eyes were hooded again and scanning his lips.
"Come over for dinner." He said after a few moments. Rachel moved her head away and looked at him, shocked. A wide smile replaced her expression and she nodded excitedly.
"I have practice until 4:30 so, how about 5?" Puck licked his lips as he stared at her with those hungry hazel eyes.
"Okay, I'll be there." Puck kissed her once more softly before turning and walking to his truck. But not before glancing back and seeing Rachel practically bouncing around. Puck let out a laugh but turned back and kept walking. He grabbed his practice gear and went back into the school. Hopefully he wasn't late. Again.
Rachel sprinted around her house, trying to find an outfit to wear to Puck's. Sure, she was pretty sure his mom and brother could care less what she wore, but she wanted to make a good impression. Finally settling on a tight white sweater and blue pleated skirt, she found her favorite black flats with the white bow on the top. Pulling on a pair of white knee high socks and her flats, she glanced at the clock. It was only 4:25, but she was shaking with anticipation and couldn't wait any longer. Telling her dad's where she was going; she flounced out of her house and to her car. Puck still wasn't home so she wandered up slowly to the door and knocked quietly. Micah opened the door this time and beamed at her. He was missing his front tooth today. Diana came to the door and welcomed her in warmly.
"So, did you and Noah do well at the Glee duet?" she asked as they sat at the small maple table that was littered with papers that looked like bills.
"Yes, we actually did very well…he invited me over for dinner, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Diana looked shocked before grabbing at the papers,
"Oh no, you're not intruding at all, I just wished Noah would have told me so I could have made this dump presentable." Rachel shook her head but helped stack the papers together,
"It's no problem, really." Diana gathered up the stack of paper and rushed into another room as Puck entered his house. He gave Rachel a curious look before going up to her and giving her a light peck on the lips,
"I thought I said five?" Rachel smiled at him and shrugged,
"You did." He rolled his eyes at her before dropping his stuff off on the floor and wandering into the bathroom.
"Noah Puckerman! Do not leave your stinky football gear on my dining room floor!" His mother yelled from the other room. He jumped out of the bathroom quickly and grabbed his gear. Rachel grabbed it too and looked at him with a smile,
"You go shower, I'll take it down." Puck nodded with a grin and kissed her forehead before jogging back to the bathroom. Rachel quickly went down to his room so his mother didn't yell at him for making her take his bag down. She dropped the heavy bag on his clean floor and glanced around. He had cleaned it this weekend after their little escapade. She smiled inwardly as she wandered around to his guitars and inspected them. They were well used but clean and actually in great shape, except for the one that sat by his bed. Rachel ran her fingers gently over the strings; sure she was trained in playing the viola, violin and other orchestra instruments but this was different. The earthy twang it made or the supple reverberation when it was strummed was more…well, Puck. Rachel wandered around the room, tracing things with her finger tips as she wandered by them. She came across some photos and picked them up carefully. An older picture of Diana when she was youthful and lively with Puck giggling in her arms. There was a ragged edge and the disembodied arm of someone reached into their side of the picture. Apparently, that was Puck's father. She set it down and looked at other pictures. The next one was of Puck and a gangly boy who looked like Finn standing with their arms over each other's shoulders, both couldn't have been any older than 8. They were wearing dirty football uniforms and both missing their front teeth, their little pink tongues poking out of the holes. The next picture was of Puck and Micah; Puck looked about 14, still Mohawk-less and had his little brother perched on his lap while he was ripping open a bow covered in shiny red wrapping paper. Rachel smiled at the picture before dropping it onto the others. The last picture was of Puck and Santana. He had his Mohawk now and had Santana's back pressed against his chest. She was taking the picture and had a beautiful smile while he had a smirk and was pressing his head against hers. It was a cute picture Rachel thought as she felt her smile disappear. She dropped the photo to the pile and turned. Puck still wasn't out of the shower, or at least he hadn't come get her. She wandered over to his bed; the white sheets had been replaced with dark blue as she carefully sat onto the bed with a sigh and stretched. The door to the upstairs opened and the stairs creaked. Glancing over, she saw Puck thump down the stairs in his exercise shorts, his towel wrapped behind his neck and shirt tucked into his waistband. He gave her a grin and muttered,
"What?" Rachel then noticed that she was smiling extra wide and she tried to hide it. Puck threw the towel on the ground and wandered over to her. Flopping onto the bed, he looked at her with squinted eyes,
"What is it?" Rachel shook her head while lifting her hand up and running it back and forth over the dark strip of hair. Puck wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to the bed. Burying his head into her hair, he muttered into the mass, "Why did you change what you were wearing?" Rachel shrugged as she traced nonexistent circles onto his bare skin.
"I dunno. I wanted to make a good impression with your mom, I guess." Puck sat up and looked at her,
"Really? That's your excuse." Rachel smiled and nodded, "Because I think, you just wanted to tease the hell out of me with that ridiculously short skirt." Puck was running his hands up and down her thighs as he spoke and Rachel's smile lowered slightly,
"My skirt's not short!" She defended it, sticking her bottom lip out, "It is in fact, the adequate length for decency. If you want to talk about short skirts-," Puck silenced her with his mouth pressing against hers. The kiss was hot and moist as Puck shift himself between her knees and pressed his hips to hers. Rachel pulled away and let out several deep, ragged breaths. Puck continued leaving a trail of soft kisses from her lips down her neck to her clavicle.
"Puck, your mom's upstairs." Rachel breathed out finally, still unable to catch her breath.
"So?" he answered dipping his head lower. Rachel rubbed her legs up and down his sides as he pushed her sweater up, out of her skirt and to her chest. He licked and nipped at the new skin as she lay there, struggling to keep her breathing even and not make any sounds. Puck smirked into the soft skin of her belly after a moment and rested his chin on her. She looked at him and sat up on her elbows, her shirt falling and causing him to sit up as well. He smiled like he was in trouble and knew it before kissing her gently on the forehead and standing. He went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He pulled the shirt on and dropped his shorts to the floor. Rachel stood shakily and whipped around; she couldn't shove her sweater back into her skirt without unzipping it, so she unzipped it halfway and hurriedly shoved the end of her sweater into it. Smoothing everything, she zipped her skirt back up and turned to find Puck staring at her while leaning against his dresser. He pushed off the dresser and went to her. Rachel remained still as he tucked a hair behind her ear and kissed her again. She had really never been shown so much affection from one guy. Not that she was complaining. Puck dropped his hand to hers and linked his fingers with hers as he led her to the top of the stairs. Diana had set the table for three people while Micah sat on the couch, a TV tray in front of him with a PB&J sandwich, milk and some cookies. Diana smiled at them and went into the kitchen again bringing out a pan filled with enchiladas. Puck led Rachel to her seat while sitting across from her and his mother sat at the head of the table. Abruptly, his mother stopped filling her plate and looked pointedly at Rachel's torso. Puck was about to ask his mom what she was doing, when he noticed Rachel was wearing the Star of David. Shit…
"Rachel, are you Jewish?" His mother bluntly asked. Puck set his elbows on the table and buried his face in one of his hands while the other held onto the fork. Rachel glanced at him before smiling and nodding. His mother swatted him on the shoulder. He looked up at her and she jerked her head to Rachel,
"She's Jewish and bright. That's what we call in the old language, A Keeper." Puck felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he mother turned from him and kept asking Rachel questions. Maybe this was a bad idea.
So there ya go and hopefully Puck survives this dinner with his mother and Rachel. ^_^ Hopefully, the new episode is good too! ^_^ Ahhh, I can't wait! damn living in the pacific time zone!!!