A/N: I decided to make this story a little longer. I can't help it, that's just the way my muse and imagination works. Hope y'all don't mind. These next few chapters are a deep foreshadowing (I'm really into that) of things to come.

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Chapter 14

When Rachel woke up in the middle of the bed the next morning, she wasn't quite sure if the romance part of Nationals had actually occurred or if it was some twisted fantasy that her subconscious had created. Everything happened so fast and Rachel hadn't really had time to process the whole thing. Did she dream that Noah Puckerman, of all guys, had declared his love for her? 'I mean,' she wondered. 'That's crazy. Why would he do that?' Her mind began to try and separate the real events from the fantasies but it turned out to be harder than she thought. It all seemed so real! One of the elevator moments definitely happened, that much she knew; she just wasn't sure which one…

"What's wrong?" Puck mumbled sleepily, rolling Rachel into his nook.

Rachel screamed so loud that Puck scrambled on the sheets that were tangled around him, causing him to fall off the bed. "Noah Puckerman?" she screeched.

"Jesus Christ, Rachel!" he bellowed, shaking his head to clear the ringing. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"W-Why are you in my room?" she squeaked out.

Puck rubbed his eye sleepily. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh God!" she gasped, looking at Puck's t-shirt covering her body and then him, shirtless on the other side bed, hanging onto the mattress. "I lost it to you!"She whispered incredulously. "I must have been drunk or something. Oh God! Please Noah, don't tell anyone! I'd just die of embarrassment!" She had started to hyperventilate as Puck made his way over to her.

"Babe? What the hell are you talking about? Did you have a nightmare or something?" He gently sat her down on the bed and stood in front of her.

It suddenly dawned on Rachel that she must still be trying to separate a fantasy (a damn good one too) from reality. A few minutes of getting her regular heartbeat back, Rachel stared at the chiseled body in front of her."Wow." She let her eyes roam over his body appreciatively. "You know, you look much better in this dream than you did the last one."

Okay, Puck was definitely lost now. "Rachel?" He grabbed her hands and fell to his knees to look in her eyes. "You're not dreaming." He was barely able to hold back a laugh tickling his throat.

Rachel giggled as she put her hands on his neck and let them roam over his shoulders and arms. They felt so real. She gazed into his hazel eyes and found a combination of lust, love and passion swimming around in them. She sighed lightly and brought her fingers through his mohawk. "Why can't you ever look at me like that when we're in Glee? Is it because I haven't slept with you? I would you know if you would but pay me the slightest bit attention. Pathetic, I know but I can't help that you were than man who inspired the dictionary writer's imagination for the definition of sex."

Well, this is a Rachel Berry he could get used to. That was possibly the best compliment he had ever heard. He snorted softly and shook his head, deciding on how far he should let this go. "Rachel?" he asked seductively. He had no plans on deflowering her (he wanted her to be fully awake for that), but he was interested in what was going on in that head of hers- more specifically, he wanted her to answer a question that had been a thorn in his side since their first makeout session two years ago.

"Hmm. Yes, Noah?"

He had hard time trying to calm his member down when she moaned like that. "Do you remember when we first made out?"

"Of course I do. It was horrible." She giggled.

Ummm…ouch. Rachel Berry: 1; Puck: 0. "Do you remember when we were really getting into it and you pulled back?" She nodded her head and moved her hands down the front of his chest. "You said that you couldn't give yourself to someone who isn't brave. But that's not what you were going to say was it?" He pulled out his most seductive voice, letting the words take a life of their own.

"Nope."

"What were you going to say?" he urged gently. He rubbed her toned legs with a feather light touch.

"Why would you care about that?" She mused.

He shrugged but brought his lustful gaze to her brown eyes. "I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"It's your fantasy. Your wish will be my command." It was official: he had to be absolutely fucking head over heels for this girl to sink this low for an answer.

"I was going to say that I couldn't give myself to someone who isn't Finn." DOUBLE OUCH. He wasn't going to lie. That shit cut deep. He saw his ego, which she had just massively inflated, fly right out the window and dive straight to hell. "But, that was such a long time ago and I don't want him in my fantasy."

Rachel Berry: 2; Puck: 1! He did a happy dance deep in his brain and could see his ego creeping back up through the window. "Why don't you want him in your dream?"

"Because he's not you, silly." He did another happy dance in his brain as said bruised ego blasted through the roof. "Does this mean I get my wish now?" she pouted.

"Of course, my Hot Jewish American Princess. What would you like?" he rubbed further up her leg with a more firm touch.

"Will you say my name?" She bit her lip at the corner, hoping he would comply.

Okay, that caught him off guard… and almost offended him. He's a sex god capable of sating every sexual fantasy a woman could come up with (and he's had his share of oddities). That's how he got his reputation. Out of everything she could've asked for and he would gladly do it over and over again, she wants him to say her name? "Rachel." He watched her face change into an expression of something he couldn't quite recognize. Happiness maybe?

"Will you say it again?" she asked quietly with her eyes closed.

"Why?" he asked. He was genuinely curious.

She shrugged heavily, indicating that she had probably had this conversation before in her dream. She opened her eyes so she could see him. "It makes me feel pretty."

He crawled on his knees (oh yes, he was definitely head over heels) to nudge closer in between her legs. He looked deep into her eyes and said her name as though it were a lifeline being thrown to him in his most desperate hour of need; as though her name could save him from death itself. "Rachel."

Rachel's doe eyes shined with love and her smile, though small, was the sweetest one she had ever given him. He decided he liked that one best. The two sat like that for a moment, just staring at each other, letting the moment last as long it could.

Unfortunately, Puck knew that Rachel probably wouldn't remember any of this- but he would. It was pretty much ingrained in his mind. Before he decided to wake her from her illusion of fantasy, he had just one more question.

"Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"What other fantasies do you have of me?"

She seemed to mull over the question thoughtfully. "Well, my favorite is the one where you take me to a secluded picnic area with candles, and a basket full of food. We try to see the constellations but you never seem to know what the word means." His snort was involuntary but she seemed to ignore it. "You sing Sweet Caroline, usually a couple of times because I love the way you sing it, and then you take me into your arms and tell me you love me. Then we kiss and you make love to me." She brought her face close to his and with a whisper against his lips she added, "Very slowly. You always go slowly so you won't hurt me since it's my first time."

Well… fuck. How was he supposed to forget that? If it was a wild and crazy one or a hot and sexy one then he could do something about it after her first time. But now that he knew what she really wanted her first time to be like (and thank God it was him being her first!), an invisible standard had been set.

Puck sat there for a minute, trying to collect his thoughts. She yawned into her hand and Puck saw it as his opening. "Are you tired?" He heard her mumble something that sounded like yes so as she shifted her body further into the bed, he brought the comforter up to her chin. He kissed her forehead as she slipped into a light sleep.

He made his way into the bathroom and took a long shower to clear his thoughts. After he was done, he heard Rachel moving around on the other side of the door. How the hell was he going to face her after what she told him? Not that it was a problem, but he suddenly had a serious situation. He couldn't talk to Sam because the blonde haired boy was basically a virgin; Mike's only experience was Tina; Finn…well there was a reason why one of his nicknames is "Finnocent"; Kurt wouldn't have the first fucking clue about his situation and Artie's only sexual partner had been Brittany. Was there no one he could talk to? Santana briefly crossed his mind but basically, it was a male problem.

"Noah?" He heard Rachel's normal voice chime from the other side.

"Uh, yeah?" He wrapped a towel around his waist and exited. "What's up?"

Rachel let her eyes sit on Puck's muscular chest for a moment before looking him in his eyes. "I was just wondering if you were okay. You were in there for a long time."

He smirked at her as she fiddled with his shirt. Clearly, she didn't change and he was totally okay with that. He lowered his lips to hers and gave her a sultry kiss that left her speechless for a moment. "I'm just great." He lowered his eyes down her body and raised an eyebrow. "I love your pajamas."

"Noah Puckerman. Are you trying to seduce me?" She feigned innocently.

"Is it working?" He grabbed her waist, bringing her closer to his half naked body.

"Um" she mumbled quietly. It was hard to say a strong 'no' when he looked like that and had nothing but a towel on. At least when he wore baggy clothes she had a chance against his charm. "No?" Damn his sexiness!

Puck gave a loud "Ha!" and kissed her again. She gave him a scowl but he just touched her nose and kissed it. "Your nose is so big Berry." He teased.

Rachel gave him a punch in the chest despite the obvious humor in his voice. "I might have to punish you for that." She said, walking to her closet. She grabbed a pair of shorts- it was stifling outside- and a v-necked tank top.

"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?"

Rachel smirked to herself as she gathered other clothes from her closet. "Which do you think would look best?" She laid out one of her shortest skirts, some short shorts and a longer skirt. She also pulled out some other tank tops and sexy shirts that she had gotten in New York.

Puck looked over the selections and selected the short skirt- a gray mini skirt from Victoria's Secret- and a sexy tank top that was sheer in the back. He got a serious hard on thinking all things he would do to her in that outfit.

Rachel nodded seriously. "You're sure? Once you pick it out I'm sticking with it. No changing your mind."

Puck sat back on the bed, letting the towel open right where Rachel would see something that he wanted her to take care of. "So what's my punishment? Please tell me it's a spanking."

Rachel laughed slightly as she lifted Puck's shirt slowly, knowing that Puck was probably watering at the mouth. "You'll see." She felt Puck's hand ghost over her stomach and swatted it away.

"What the hell Rach?" he cried. She gave him an evil smirk.

"Part of your punishment." She shrugged.

"I get to watch you undress but I can't touch you? I hate breaking it to you babe, but that's not a very good punishment." He lied of course. Watching her was a pleasure, but the best part was when he would be able to touch her afterward.

"I said it was part of your punishment, Noah." She corrected.

Just as Puck began to ask what the other part was, there was a knock at the door. She gave him a look that he couldn't say no to. "I'll get it." He dropped the towel but felt Rachel smack his ass before he pulled up some sweats. He went to give her a kiss but she tucked her lips into her mouth and shook her head. "Don't tell me that's the other part?"

She gave him a smile. "Let's just say that it's a three part punishment." The knock got louder so she pushed Puck out of her room.

Puck sighed heavily and moved to open the door. "Finn? What the hell do you want?"

Finn shifted uncomfortably on the porch. "I'm here to pick up Rachel."

Uh, that was new. "Last time I checked, Rachel is my girlfriend. So again, what the hell are you doing here?"

Finn didn't have time to explain since Rachel was coming down the stairs. His mouth got dry as he took in her tight, sexy outfit.

Puck was so NOT happy about this. "Rach? What the fuck is going on?" He examined her outfit-she looked so fucking hot- and recalled her words a few moments ago. "Let me guess: this is my punishment.

Rachel brought her lips to Puck's and gave him a quick kiss, but didn't answer his question. "Finn and I are going to talk."

"What the hell about?" he was talking to her but looked at Finn.

"That's not your business Noah." Rachel reprimanded.

"Yes it is! You're my girlfriend Rachel. And my girlfriend is going out with her ex boyfriend, who's still in love with her." He glared at Finn. "So it is my business."

"Noah, calm down." Rachel said softly. "I promise that nothing will happen." She saw him flex his jaw and look away. She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. "I swear on Barbra Streisand."

Was that supposed to make him feel better? Okay, it kind of did; she worshipped Barbra so she basically swore on her personal god. He nodded reluctantly but still flexed his jaw. Rachel nodded her approval and started to follow Finn before he pulled her back to him. He gave her a deep, passionate kiss- the kind that would leave her breathless- and smirked.

Well crap, now Rachel was horny. She smiled as her boyfriend (she felt a pitter patter in her heart when she thought of how he said girlfriend) let her go.

"Have fun." he smirked, turning to saunter back to the house. He was definitely angry, but there was no way he was going to let Frankenteen see that.

Rachel sighed dreamily as she watched him strut back into her house. God, he was so freaking sexy he would melt butter just by walking near the container. She heard her name being called by Finn so she tore herself from Puck's butt and walked to Finn's car.

XOXOXO

It wasn't until thirty minutes had passed that Puck finally stopped seething. He was furious that Rachel didn't tell him about her plans. Not that she would've. Damn girl was too fucking independent. Granted, that was part of what he loved about her- until it came to things like this. And what the fuck was with her clothes? He grunted at himself when he realized that, though Rachel had begun to rub off on him, it seemed like he had finally begun to rub off on her.

Puck had been so busy being angry, that it took him a while to focus back on his original dilemma. He had thought about talking to Mr. Schue about it, but that was nixed about the same time it entered his mind. He blew a breath out and leaned his body on the side of Rachel's bed with his body facing her window. Something glittered out of the top of his eye and after squinting his eyes until they hurt, he recognized it as a yearbook. He did a flip over the mattress, landing directly over it. Picking it up, he lazily thumbed through it and landed on a page filled with hearts. A lump of disgust with a hint of jealousy settled in his stomach as he stared at Finn's picture surrounded by a heart.

"She must've been on acid." He muttered. He searched for a pen and corrected Rachel's mistake. It was a yearbook from their sophomore year, but that wasn't the point. If she had a problem with it, well… she could just reason to his dick. "Speaking of." He mused. He flipped through the pages, looking for an idea when he saw a familiar face looking back. "Why didn't I think of that before?" He flipped his phone open and landed on the name he needed.

XOXOXO

Luckily for Puck, Matt didn't live too far away. They still kept in contact, but not frequently. It was harder than Puck thought to keep up with someone who had transferred. Matt had made new friends and obviously Puck had his hands full with Glee and trying to stay out of juvie again- which proved to be a full time job.

"Hey." Matt's voice chimed in as Puck brought him in for a man hug.

"Hey, man." Puck smiled brightly as he sat down across from his friend. "What's up?"

"Not much. Same old, same old." He saw Puck's bright smile- the one he usually had on to brag that he just had sex. "What's up with you?" he asked with a smirk.

"I'm dating Rachel." Puck sat in his chair a little straighter while smiling from ear to ear.

Matt scoffed loudly. "No, you're not." He thought Puck was joking but he saw that creepy smile his friend was wearing. "You serious?"

Puck smirked and nodded. "Yep. Told her I loved her at Nationals and we've been together since."

For a moment, Matt was silent. He didn't have an expression, no wavered breath, no blinking rapidly. Just sat there being silent. "Well," he finally said. He rubbed his hands on his jeans and took a drink from his soda. "Congratulations."

The two teens talked for a while after they finished their lunch about everything and anything.

"Can I ask you a question?" Matt asked after a lull in the conversation.

"Shoot." Puck said, wiping some ketchup on his jeans.

"Did you sleep with her?"

Puck took a long drink while Matt waited. "No."

"Then why are you dating her?" He didn't sound mean or condescending. He was genuinely curious as to why Puck was dating Rachel.

"Why can't I?"

"Puck." Matt said and leaned into the table. "I'm just curious. You've never shown the slightest interest in Rachel, even when you dated that one week."

Puck took a deep breath and exhaled. He caught Matt up about this past school year, including the Finn and Santana reveal and his subsequent makeout session with Rachel. "After that, I was into Lauren but when Rachel and I sang that song," he shook his head remembering that moment. "I couldn't help it. And then she got all crazy with the championship game. I mean she couldn't have gotten smashed! You know how tiny she is; a strong wind would break her."

Matt chuckled slightly. "Yeah, but that's pretty cool she did that." He saw a smile forming on the edge of Puck's mouth. "Is that when you fell for her?"

"Yeah." The mohawked teen sat back in his chair and sighed. "And what pissed me off is that Finn didn't even care. He didn't care that she might be crushed under a pile of guys. I almost smashed his face in when I heard he kissed Quinn."

"Why?"

"Because he knew Rachel was still into him and Quinn was with Sam. You should've seen Rachel after she found out. A zombie had more life. It was like her passion had just disappeared." Both boys sat quiet for a moment before Puck continued. "But then Nationals came, and everything changed."

"So, why haven't you slept with her then?"

"She's not ready. Which is cool…sometimes."

"Puck, come on. It's me you're talking to."

"Okay it fucking sucks." Matt laughed loudly. "But I respect her and her decisions. It's part of the reason I love her."

"So then what's the problem? And before you say there is none, I know there has to be a reason why you called me."

Puck shifted and looked around to make sure no one was looking. "Have you ever felt like a standard had been set when you had sex?"

Matt was definitely not expecting that. He thought back as far as he could, trying to remember. "Yeah."

"What was it?"

"You." Puck furrowed his brows together in confusion. "It was with Santana. We were getting into it and shit, and I kissed her neck. She pulls back and says that she likes it when you kiss her on the other side. Needless to say, it was difficult to enjoy the rest of the night."

"Me?" Puck asked incredulously.

"There's a reason for your legendary sex status Puckerman. I learned just how legendary you were that night."

"Dude," Puck said horrified. "I'm sorry."

"Forget it." Matt waved his hand, dismissing the sympathy. "So Rachel said something about your reputation?"

"No. She was asleep when she told me her fantasy."

"So the problem is…?"

"It's impossibly perfect!"

"That's kind of the point of a fantasy." Matt pointed out.

"I know, but hers was sweet and romantic. I don't know if I can do that."

"Maybe that's why she chose that one." Matt wasn't sure where that came from, but it seemed that his filter was off today. Normally, he would've said something more badass or at least manly.

"What do you mean?"

"If she picks something that she knows you'll psych yourself out of, she won't have to worry about it. So if she's a virgin and she's secretly terrified of a guy whose reputation reads like a page from the Karma Sutra, of course she's going to try and dissuade you from deflowering her." Puck sat with his mouth agape. "Trust me, my girlfriend works for a shrink. She hears it all."

"Why would a girl do that? That's bullshit."

Matt shrugged carelessly. "I guess maybe she'd feel like she would be compared."

"What?" A light bulb started to flicker in Puck's head.

"Well, I'm just thinking about how I felt when Santana said that to me. I can only imagine how a girl like Rachel feels dating a guy who's been between more legs than a gynecologist."

"Hm. Rachel does have self esteem issues." Puck pondered. Maybe Matt was on to something.

"I could be completely wrong though. You said she was asleep so maybe it was just a really girly fantasy that a really girly girl had." Okay, that was a lie. Matt may not have heard a lot from Rachel during this past year, but he couldn't imagine her being that much different from when he did know her.

"But what do I do if the reason she has it, is because she's scared?"

"I'm not a girl," Matt reasoned. "But I would think that there's nothing you can do. They seem to have their own timetable of recovery for things like this. Personally, I told my girlfriend that she was beautiful and gave her everything from flowers to jewelry."

"Did it work?"

"Nope." He saw his friend's face fall. "But what did work, was when she saw me either do or say something when I didn't know she was there."

"What was it?"

"I don't know. I've practically begged for her to tell me, but she won't. Whatever it is was I'm glad I did it."

"I'm confused. What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying that sometimes, it's not what you say or do with her. It's what you say and do when she's not around."

That light bulb was getting much brighter in Puck's head. After that, the conversation turned lighter. Matt bragged about his girlfriend who was a psychology major at Ohio State and Puck went into detail about Nationals.

When Puck and Matt were walking out after they paid their bill, Matt offered a suggestion. "Hey Puckerman." He called out. "Why don't you just show Rachel what she's missing?"

"Oh she's already seen me naked dude."

"I didn't mean that," Matt laughed. "I meant, let her know in a creative way that she shouldn't be afraid when it comes to something she doesn't know about."

"Well how the hell am I going to do that?"

Matt shrugged and walked toward his car. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

XOXOXOXO

Rachel shot out from Finn's car and slammed the door so hard the vehicle shook. The talk had been going well: they talked about their feelings so they could both feel resolve. Clearly, Finn wasn't feeling very resolved when he declared that Rachel was only dating Puck to make him jealous…again.

A very heated argument ensued directly in the middle of the park. Rachel had chosen the spot because it was public and there were lots of people. That turned out to be a mistake. Everyone saw the argument and Rachel was so furious that she stomped her foot.

Finn had tried to understand what she saying but the words were too long.

"Have you always been this dumb?" she snapped. That sent another flurry of disputes between them until they were both hoarse. Finally, they had reached an impasse and Rachel demanded Finn take her home.

She was fuming all over again just thinking about it. The door was just within reach when Finn grabbed her arm and spun her to him. He kissed her hard, thinking it was passionate but it clearly wasn't since Rachel smacked him. Hard.

"How dare you!" She screamed. Rachel couldn't recall ever being this mad before and found it hard to stop all the fury threatening to erupt.

"I-I'm sorry but you look so hot in that outfit and I-"

"So you kiss my girlfriend?" Rachel and Finn's head snapped to where the voice was coming from and found Puck clenching his fists a few steps away.

"Noah." Rachel said shakily. She prayed that he heard her reaction and not just saw the kiss.

Puck saw the mix of anger and pure fear in Rachel's face. He didn't know what she was so afraid of, but - damn it, she was his girlfriend and he loves her. "Finn, get your hand off her. Right now."

"It isn't what it looks like." Finn rushed.

"What it looks like," he said with a growl, "is you still holding onto my girlfriend's arm." He stepped between Rachel and Finn, forcing the tall teen's arm to fall weakly.

"No-" Rachel started.

"Rachel." The warning was unmistakable in his tone and it startled Rachel. He could feel the flinch in her touch on his back and it made him feel guilty. "Leave, Finn." He said low. Fortunately, Finn backed away, leaving Rachel standing behind Puck.

Rachel grabbed her keys and turned the lock with shaking hands. She left the door open but didn't hear Puck come in. Glancing out to the porch, she saw Puck still outside with his hands in his pockets. "Noah?" she whispered.

Puck turned and saw Rachel standing in the doorway, looking so beautiful that he felt his heart constrict and his lungs close. His body was aching to touch her, fueled by the emotions he felt when he saw Rachel scream at Finn for kissing her. It reminded him of what Matt had said about doing and saying things when no one's looking. Her scream at Finn sent a rush of pride through him that she was his girlfriend. He took the few steps into the house swiftly and swept her into a passionate kiss, kicking the door closed behind him.

As much as she loved these kinds of kisses, Rachel was too furious at Finn. When Puck broke the kiss for air, Rachel took her opportunity. "Not now."

"What?"

"I'm so mad at Finn that I can't think. I don't want to be thinking about him while you're kissing me." Rachel's voice dropped the longer the sentence became.

"What happened? Did he try something?" Puck could feel anger building back up. "I swear to God, if he tried anything-" Rachel burst into a fit of laughter. "It's not funny Rachel!" Her laughter continued, making him start to chuckle despite his emotion.

"Y-yes it is." She gasped between laughs. She wasn't sure what really set her off, but whatever it was, got a hold of her funny bone and wouldn't let go. Soon, they were both leaning into each other as their laughter started to subside. Rachel sniffled and walked up the stairs, still laughing followed by Puck.

"So what was that kiss about?" Puck asked after a few minutes. He sat on Rachel's bed and watched her change. She had answered him, but he was too focused on her body to concentrate on what she was saying. "Huh?"

Rachel strained to talk over her throbbing vocal chords. "I said that I got mad at Finn because he said that I was only dating you to make him jealous."

"Are you?" His expression was completely aloof.

Rachel on the other hand, looked completely horrified. "Absolutely not!" she croaked out.

"Just checking." He teased.

Rachel barely registered his comment when she started to vent about the Finn situation. She didn't mean to start rambling, but she just couldn't hold in her anger anymore. And if anyone could take her drama, it was Noah.

Puck watched as some big words and a loud voice came from his tiny girlfriend. Rachel had went from hollering, crying, and pacing, to punching the shit (as much as she could) out of him so she could release her anger.

Normally, Rachel would be disgusted at the violence she was doing against Noah, but she couldn't deny that it made her feel better. She was amazed that he just stood there and took hit after hit on his chest, letting her release all the bent up frustration about anything and everything: Finn, Quinn, her mom, Beth, Jesse, and maybe even a little bit of the old Puck. She was surprised how many issues she was still hurting over.

Rachel wasn't aware just when the transition happened, but when it did, the anger turned to passion. And after letting her hand rest on Noah's chest, passion quickly turned to extreme lust. She took in his calm demeanor barely concealing the intense fire she could feel radiating off his flesh. Her skin wasn't fairing much better as it was hot from the motion of constantly moving; her body was swollen because it was so turned on.

The air crackled with electricity and neither person moved as their bodies reacted to the strange current surrounding them: Rachel's breasts ached for Noah's touch, causing them to swell at the mere thought of his lips and hands on them. Her underwear was soaked and she was pretty sure she could feel her "Berry juice" starting to run down her inner thighs.

Standing in front of Rachel, Puck wasn't fairing much better. His chest hurt a bit from her hits, but it was his penis that was hurting the most. At that moment, he could honestly say that he had never been turned on in his whole life. He watched her chest heaving up and down in her lacy white bra and he was fully aware that she was wetter than the Pacific Ocean. But he could also feel her fear. It was flowing through her veins, mixed in with her blood.

Okay, Rachel knew that she probably was going to lose her virginity tonight because the way Noah was looking at her made her feel like she was a lone antelope in the midst of a very, very hungry lion. Truth be told, it was a turn on because it was so frightening. Yet, Rachel still didn't know if she was truly ready for that step. She silently cursed her stupid self esteem and then licked her dry lips.

Puck couldn't remember how Rachel's legs got to be wrapped around his waist, but there they were. He ripped her bra off with one hand and took a breast in his mouth hungrily, eliciting moans from the petite brunette. Rachel was as loud as she could be with her sore vocal chords but the noise came out guttural as she helped him get her underwear off.

The mattress sunk with their weight as he lowered them onto the bed. Rachel was desperately grasping on to Puck's head, pushing it closer to her body as she thrust her hips into his large erection. She desperately needed more of him and she needed it now. She grinded into his jeans and let out a grunt of frustration at the amount of clothing between them.

Puck felt Rachel's wetness surround the area that she placed herself on and smiled to himself. He loved that he did this to her. The fact that her juice had started to run down her leg made him get another huge surge of pride. He let go of her breast and kissed his way down her flat stomach but skipped over her center. He grabbed her left leg, which was coated and started a slow journey upward.

Rachel moaned and could feel herself getting even more wet as Noah did one long lick from her knee up to her inner thigh. She was growing increasingly frustrated at the lack of touch to her core, but she couldn't have cared less since he was starting to lick her other leg. Goosebumps coated her legs and body, but it wasn't just from the air. "Noah" she said hoarsely. "More. Please."

A smile formed on his lips as Puck licked his way back up Rachel's right leg. This time he continued until he arrived at his favorite place on earth. He tossed Rachel's legs over his shoulders and settled between them as she started to moan his name.

She knew he was fucking her. It didn't matter at the moment if it was with his tongue. He slowly licked her lips but then thrust his talented tongue into her. She cried out at the sheer pleasure. Her mind was literally a hazy place where the only thing that existed was the pressure building within her. "Oh Noah!" she groaned deeply. The pressure had reached a boiling point when he grasped her breast with one hand and stroked her leg with the other all the while letting his tongue work its magic. With one hard thrust of his tongue into her, she let herself go off the edge, screaming his name.

Puck couldn't help the arrogant smile ghost over his face after Rachel came down from her orgasm. He pulled out and licked her clean. She smiled with her eyes closed and moaned with pure happiness. He kissed her collarbone and made his way up to her mouth, mimicking the same motion inside her mouth that he had just done with her most delicate area.

Rachel deepened the kiss and let her hands wander down his chiseled torso and into his pants. Not wanting to break the contact, she used her feet and legs to push his jeans down after she had loosened them. She reached inside, grasped his shaft and inhaled a deep gasp. He was huge; much longer…and wider than she remembered. She began to stroke him lazily at first, getting used to the feel of him again.

"Rach," he breathed roughly into her neck. "Faster. You gotta go faster. Please." Yeah, he knew he was begging, but fuck it- he was hurting bad. Fortunately, Rachel complied and made her motions quicker with each stroke. She had begun to alternate between squeezing at just the right pressure, making him moan as he rested his head against her shoulder while rocking his hips into her hand.

He felt her suck hard on his earlobe and whisper, "You make me so wet Noah Puckerman." Apparently that was all it took to send him over the edge. That and Rachel swiped her smooth thumb over his head while squeezing at just the right moment. What a combo. He had a flash of those commercials for K-Y. The kind that shows the man and woman in bed, a flash of whatever thing they compared their orgasm to, and then back to the couple- sated and exhausted. Fuck K-Y he thought. Rachel's in her own league.

For a moment the only thing they could do was breathe. Neither of them had ever come so hard before, especially Puck. He hovered above her, letting his forearms take the weight of his body while Rachel tried to remember her name.

"Wow." She finally broke the silence with a little giggle. "Is that how sex feels? If so, then what are we waiting for?" she teased.

Puck let a little laugh escape. Oh yeah, he was a stud. "No. It's better. And I'm waiting on you, babe." He chuckled. "Just give me a second." Though he winked, he was dead serious. The load he blew pretty much turned his brain to mush and his body felt hollow. Well, that last part could be because he desperately wanted his penis to be between Rachel's legs, not just his face. But besides that, he had zero complaints.

XOXOXO

After cleaning themselves up, Puck and Rachel made their way down to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Puck was eternally grateful for one of Rachel's father being a carnivore. There was steak and other assorted meat eating items that he could cook as well as Rachel's nasty ass vegan food. He thought the picture of them two, standing next to each arguing over which is better tasting, must look hysterical.

Rachel's defense for animals fell on deaf ears as she watched Noah cook some bacon. So instead, she opted for some vegan pizza.

"What the hell is the point of pizza if you can't have cheese and meat on it?" Puck challenged.

"Noah," Rachel defended. "It's still good. Plus I don't have the lives of baby cows and piglets on my conscience."

Though Rachel ignored his comment about his opinion on baby anything, she was offended at his snort of derision. She tried to chastise him but he had kissed her senseless again until the bacon nearly off the fire alarm. "That's not fair!" She pouted. "You know what that does to me. I don't have anything like that in my arsenal of weapons."

"Babe, what are you talking about?" Puck chuckled. "You make me hard. I would've thought you would know that by now."

"That's not saying much, Noah. Everything makes you hard. I want you to get kissed senseless sometimes too."

"First," Noah said with a mouthful of bacon. "I would never say that word to describe what you do to me. It's not badass or even a guy thing to think."

Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically. "And second?"

"I get a serious hard on just thinking about you sometimes, Rach." He explained carelessly. It never ceased to amaze Rachel how he could say such romantic things (at least in his mind) with such a careless attitude. She liked it actually because she knew he wasn't saying it just to sound good. He always says what he means, compliments included. They just tend to be a bit crass sometimes.

"Really?" Rachel's brightened at the idea. She took a big bite from her pizza. "What do you picture?"

Puck gave a light shrug while stuffing some more bacon into his mouth. "Certain outfits you wear."

"Elaborate, please."

"Well, the first one that comes to mind is the leather outfit from your rock mash-up. And of course your Britney outfit was sexy as hell. If you ever wear that at school when you're with me , we won't leave the janitors closet."

Rachel scrunched her nose. "The janitor's closet? That's disgusting. I find it ironic that the cleaner's room is the dirtiest."

"You get my drift Rachel." Puck snorted.

"What other outfits?" Now her interest had been peaked. She made mental notes as Puck started to list off his favorite skirts –the shortest ones of course- and outfits that she wore.

"And of course I'll always have fond memories of the football jersey you wore."

"You're kidding." Rachel scoffed. "The football outfit? That turned you on?"

"Babe, I legit got an instant hard on. As did every guy."

"You played with an erection?" Rachel questioned.

"Of course not! I fisted before we played."

"That's grotesque."

"Better than a squirt during a tackle." Puck laughed at Rachel's dramatic expression.

XOXOXO

After a lively discussion about the championship game and Puck trying to explain the rules of football, the two made their way into the living room. Rachel let Noah select a movie and instantly regretted it.

"It's a classic!" he defended.

"Noah, that movie is not even ten years old. How could it be considered a classic?"

"Because there's sex. What else do you need in a classic?" he deadpanned.

Rachel sighed and gave in. 300 just didn't interest her, hence why she'd never seen it. She tried to get into and didn't think she would, until the love scene came on. She sat up a little and watched Noah out of the corner of her eye.

Puck could feel the tension in Rachel's body when the sex scene came on. True, Lena Heady was hot, but Rachel was sexy. He grabbed Rachel's chin and brought her in for a kiss. The distraction worked as she snaked her hands up his shirt and hooked them under his shoulders. He groaned into her mouth as she pulled herself up to straddle him. And there went his dick, yet again. He let his hands rub over her legs and butt, stopping at the latter to appreciate it. Though both wanted more, they never got the chance. The phone had begun to ring.

Rachel moved to answer but Puck kept a firm hand on her body. "Noah. I have to get that."

Puck sucked her pulse point gently. "Let the machine get it." He growled out while letting his hands roam through her hair.

Had Puck known who was on the other side of that call, he would've ripped the fucking phone straight off the wall.

But he didn't know. And when that answering machine beeped, his life would never quite be the same.

A/N: Any ideas what it could be? Or who it could be? And the reveal of what truly happened in New York is rapidly approaching. I'll give you a clue though: What Quinn said on the plane is the truth...just not the whole truth.