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Quinn's POV:
It's been a week since I last talked to him. I'm pretty sure he's avoiding me, and he's doing a pretty good job at it. Austin hasn't suspected anything, but then again, why would he? Nothing will ever happen between us. He made that very clear last time we talked. I've seen him a couple times, though he wouldn't look at me. I asked Austin how Puck was liking his job, and he went on and on about the intense workouts that Puck is letting him in on and how Puck is like a machine in the gym.
"Well, I'm glad you have a new workout buddy." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey, hey, hold your horses there pretty lady. What's with the fire?"
"Nothing." I say, a little too quickly giving him indication that something is wrong.
"Aw, do you miss me? Is that what this is all about?" he chides. Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how selfish he can be. I'm pretty sure he believes the world revolves around him or something. But I decide to play along.
"Yeah, I do miss you. We use to spend every free moment we had together, and it feels like I don't spend enough time with you anymore. I miss that. I miss us."
"Hey, Q, don't worry, Puck will never replace my girl. I mean how could he take the place of the most beautiful..." he takes a step closer to me, "most intelligent.." he brings a hand up to caress my cheek, "most amazing girl, a guy like me could ever ask for. I'm happy that I ever met you Quinn Fabray. That one-night stand was the best thing that ever happened to me. I..." he kisses my shoulder. "love..." he kisses my neck, and I close my eyes. "you." he places a final kiss on my lips, it's deep and passionate. I feel the pressure of his lips leave mine, and I let out a small moan. It wasn't until I opened my eyes that I realized what he was doing. I look down at my boyfriend, who is currently on one knee, a box in hand.
"Oh. My. God." I say, covering my mouth with my hand in shock. My eyes widen as he continues.
"And I will love you for the rest of my life, if you let me. Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?" he asks, opening the small box in his hands, smiling up at me.
Being swept up in the emotions, I nod my head vigorously as a few tears of happiness roll down my cheeks. "Yes," I whisper, forgetting that my ex ever came back into my life.
And Austin places the 18-carat diamond ring on my left hand, brings it up to his lips to kiss it, and then kisses me. All of a sudden, I feel my legs give out from under me as Austin carries me, bridal style, to our bedroom. He places me on the bed, and climbs on top of me, discarding his shirt in the process. I admire his physique as he draws my shirt over my head and rids me of my jeans.
" 'Mrs. Quinn James', now I like the sound of that." he says, his eyes full of lust. I nod my head in agreement, as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, greedily. Someone did love me, far be it for me to stand in my own way.
Puck's POV:
Well, this last week has been crappy to say the least. I was rejected by the woman I loved, I had to deal with her preppy boyfriend, and I succumbed to my old ways: drinking and sex. The only decent thing that happened was that Rachel and them finally let me back in their circle. I could use all the friends I could get right now.
It's just me and Rachel who are at the loft tonight. Kurt is off on some sort of spa getaway, and Santana is... Well, who know's where. I've been hanging at their pad for the past couple of nights waiting until after midnight to head back to my apartment so I don't run into her. I've been avoiding her because what else can I do? It's time for me to move on too.
Rachel somehow coerced me into making homemade italian paired with some cheesy chick-flick. I really don't understand how she managed to make me agree to that. But I've missed a lot since I've been gone, and I want to make that up to her. It's the least I can do.
I garnished the fetticini with my own special alfredo sauce, and placed it on the table along with a small bowl of tossed salad. I went to their liquor cabinet and pulled out Rachel's favorite wine, knowing exactly which one, poured us both a glass, and placed it on the table as well.
I wash my hands, after finally finishing an hour and a half of cooking, and dry my hands on the dish towel I had thrown on my shoulder earlier.
"Well don't you look cute in that apron, Noah," Rachel says. And as I turn around, I see her snap a picture with her phone, and laugh.
"You did not just do that..."
"Oh yes, I did." she teases.
"I'm so going to get you for that, Berry." I say and I race towards her. She was caught by surprise and tried to run away, but I grabbed her waist just in time to stop her. She quickly put her phone in the safest place possible, her bra. Smart girl. "Oh so you want to play that way..." I pick up her small body and throw her over my shoulder. She pounds on my back, hoping I would get the message that she didn't like to be woman-handled.
"Puck!" she screams in a laughing fit.
"Fine," I say, "I'll get it back later when you're least expecting." I carry her back to the table and sit her in one of the chairs.
"Well, aside from the fact that I was almost killed over a picture, this dinner looks absolutely lovely. Thank you, Noah. Truly."
"It's my pleasure. Really. I've missed this, Rach. Our friendship. It hasn't been the same since... Well, you know..."
"Since, Finn died." she states, blatantly. My heart breaks a little hearing her say it. "I know," she continues, "but I'm happy we resolved those issues, and I hope we can continue doing this, like old times."
"Me too, I think everyone would be better off if they had a little Puckleberry in their lives." I say with a wink and Rachel burst out laughing.
"I still can't believe you came up with that name sophomore year, and I can't believe it actually stuck." she admits shaking her head as she takes a sip from her glass of wine.
We make small talk as we eat dinner, both of us on our third glass before we move into the living room to watch "The Notebook" which Rachel is forcing me to watch because I confessed that I've never seen it. Rachel starts the movie as I run to make some popcorn because you can't watch a movie without popcorn. I throw it into a bowl and throw myself on the couch next to her. She throws a blanket over us and I place the bowl in-between us. We had a couple of awkward movements as our hands kept running into each other when grabbing a handful of popcorn, but that didn't stop us from devouring it within the first half of the movie.
I feel Rachel lay her head on my shoulder. And I just shrug it off, assuming she was just tired, and I mean that's what friends do. The movie just kept getting better, I had never felt this emotional during a movie before, and I try everything in my power not to cry, but a couple of tears manage to escape. I sniff. Rachel moves her head off my shoulder to loo at me, and she smiles.
"Are you crying?" She asks.
"No. Ok, maybe. It's just sad, you know?" I confess. The tear stains on my shirt confirm that she too had been crying.
"It's beautiful." she says, as she looks up at me with watery eyes. I stare down at her, not being able to look away.
"It really is." I whisper as I lean my forehead against hers, the buzz of the alcohol kicking in. She gasps at the touch. I do everything in my power not to kiss her. I mean this is Finn's girl, well was. But I'm Puck, so stupid comes pretty easily for me.
"Rach-"
But I was cut off by the lips of the brunette. And being the deusch that I am, I grant her entrance to my mouth, and our tongues begin dueling. I break our steamy kiss to trail little kisses down her neck. She moans as I remember the spot that turned her on the most while we were dating.
And before I realize what I'm doing, my shirt is off and I'm helping hers off. She unbuckles my jeans and shoves them off while I consume her in another kiss, my hands getting tangled in her hair.
I slide one of my hands down her waistband of her pants, and cup her. She moans at the touch.
"Rachel, are you sure?" I ask, my eyes locking with hers, not wanting to do something she didn't want to do.
"I'm sure, Noah. I need this, I need you." And that was all I needed to hear, that someone needed me. It felt amazing to be needed again.
Quickly throwing her out of her pants and underwear, I entered her slowly, not wanting to hurt her, knowing that I was the first guy since Finn. Finn. I am probably the worst best friend ever. But that thought quickly escaped my mind as I thrust in and out, Rachel moaning as she neared her climax. I pull her back into a kiss, as I ride out her orgasm and pull out before I let go. I collapse next to her, both of us breathing heavily. She cuddles closer to me, rests her head on my chest, and hugs her arms around me. I grab the blanket that had fallen on the floor and place it over our naked bodies. Holding each other, we were soon fast asleep.