It amazes me how some chapters seem to require a blood sacrifice to get done and some of them almost write themselves. This was an easy one for me, it was fun.

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Rachel pressed her lips together, wishing she'd grabbed her purse so she could reapply her lip gloss. She did not regret the events leading up to her loss of lip gloss though, she thought, blushing. But she was concerned that Noah did because he had been very quiet since they'd gotten in his truck.

"N-Noah?" she said, biting her lip.

"Yeah, Berry," he responded gruffly. Puck still hadn't started the engine, he was just sitting in the drivers seat with the keys in his hand.

"Is everything okay?"

Sighing, Puck turned to her. "I want to know what I should expect?"

Rachel looked at Noah, flabbergasted. "I'm sorry? What do you mean?"

"I heard what Santana said. And I want to know if that means you're going to be back with Finn by the end of tonight," Puck ran his hand over his shaved head.

Biting her lip again, Rachel thought for a second. "I don't think Finn and I were meant to be. It shouldn't be this hard for two people to date...not if it's meant to be. R-right?"

Puck closed his eyes, "Yeah," he said shortly.

"Isn't that how it was with you and Quinn?" she looked over at him. "I mean, you love each other, you had a baby together, but everything is just so complicated..."

"Yeah, but I'm not in love with Quinn," his look was skeptical, "I'm not sure if you're in love with Finn."

Rachel swallowed loudly. "Oh," it came out incredibly softly. "I d-don't know, Noah. I do love him," she admitted softly. "But how do you know if you're in love," she asked desperately.

Raising his shoulders in a shrug of defeat, Puck shook his head sadly and put the keys in the ignition. He stayed quiet for the trip to Breadsticks, not speaking again until they'd pulled into the parking lot. "I just want you to know," he began. His eyes got wide as something outside Rachel's window caught his eye.

"What?" Rachel asked, concerned. She glanced over her shoulder to see what it was that Noah was upset about. "Oh, no," she sighed.

"Does he have a tracking device in your panties, Berry? Shit," Puck swore.

Jacob bin Israel was standing next to Pucks car with his face pressed to the window, licking it and making whimpering sounds.

Puck's face was livid. "Listen Fuckhole, if you don't get your mouth off my truck I'm going to flush your jewfro head in the fucking toilet."

"Oh, gross," Rachel moaned. Jacob was pretending to kiss Rachel through the glass, mouth open and with lots of tongue. "Generally, I'm in favor of nonviolent means...but I'm going to make an exception for him. Give me the money and just make him be gone by the time I'm back with the food," Rachel pleaded weakly.

"Yeah, okay, Berry," Puck said with a tight grin. He fished into his front jean pocket for the money and frowned when he came up empty handed.

Rachel grinned, reached across the truck and stuck her hand into his other front pocket, fumbled around and came up with the twenties. "Sometimes, it takes a woman's touch," she smiled.

Jacob, having seen what Rachel's hand disappear in the vicinity of Puck's crotch began whining outside the truck. "Rachel, no, you're mine," he cried.

"I think I'm getting out on your side of the truck," she said firmly. She waited for him to get out of her way, when he didn't seem inclined to be helpful she frowned at him.

"Please move?" she asked nicely.

"Nah, I'm good," Puck grinned impishly, "You want out, you can climb over me."

Composing herself, Rachel smoothed her skirt down, brushed her hair back, and then scooted herself over next to him. Getting onto her knees, she pressed a kiss to Noah's cheek while she slid one leg over his lap.

Puck hugged her close, "Maybe I'll go easy on Jewfro this time. I could get used to this," he smiled and leaned forward to kiss her mouth lightly.

Rachel grinned and ground herself into his lap. "Do you think that if we made out he'd get the hint and go away?"

"Berry, if you don't stop that, you're going to find out," Puck groaned. He grabbed her face in his hands and settled his lips on hers softly, brushing her mouth with his until she opened her mouth to him. Gently, he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Shivering with desire, Rachel pulled away from Noah. She blinked her eyes sleepily, trying to refocus. "Pizza. Cold. Get."

The sexy laugh that escaped from Noah made Rachel moan. She didn't care about the food, she just wanted more kissing, she lifted her face so that he could continue.

"Out, wench," he teased. "Get me food, I'm a growing boy."

Rachel slid herself up and down Noah's lap, "Why, yes, you are. And you're growing in all the right places." As she seemed to hear what she'd just said, a blush spread across her face. A burst of pleasure burst through her as she felt the warm huff of air against her cheek from his surprised laugh.

Jacob was still making out with the window and crying out "No, you're mine!" and then "I'll take you back, Rachel. We're meant to be," every once in a while.

"You know, if he weren't so creepy, it might be funny," Rachel noted.

"Yeah, but that boy...he went right past funny to psycho," Puck agreed.

"Okay, I'm really going to get the food this time. No fair tempting me with your body," she closed her eyes and forced herself to be still.

"Fine, but you owe me some hot making out later," he countered.

"O-okay," Rachel agreed. She climbed the rest of the way over his lap and opened the door. "But no Jacob when I get back, right?" she asked in a mock serious voice.

"Promise," Puck put up his hands in a 'Scouts honor' hand gesture.

"I'm just glad he's not smart enough to have moved over to this side of the truck when I did," she whispered.

Rachel's eyes flew to Noah's when the truck began rocking in a disturbing rhythm. Her hand flew over her mouth to stifle a nervous giggle when Jacob began moaning.

"Dude, if you don't stop humping my truck I'm going to break your face," Puck threatened as he and Rachel exited the truck from the drivers side door. "Seriously, I'm about this close," he put his thumb and forefinger together, "to fucking you up."

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Rachel came back from her foray into Breadsticks laden with four large pizzas, two large salads, and some orders of pasta. She breathed a hearty sigh of relief when she didn't spot Jacob anywhere nearby.

She knocked on the glass near Noah's face. "Can you get the door?" she asked.

Puck leaned over and opened her door for her. Realizing that she might need help, he opened his own door and sprinted around his vehicle to hold the food while she got into the truck. "Sorry, I guess I should have waited. But I was afraid that I was going to go after that guy and kick his ass."