Glee Disclaimer: Fox owns the DREAM show, not me. Characters belong to FOX!
Mark Salling: I'd love to find you in my Easter basket or anywhere else!
Author's Note: Seriously, I SO appreciate reviews! Thank you! If you review my work and do NOT receive a pm back it's either because it's disabled on your part or I had some sort of malfunction because I SERIOUSLY try to at least send a thank you! I LOVE reviews and they mean SO much to me! I'm getting some real feedback here and LOVE it! (So… maybe I like Jean! LOL)
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The next morning Puck woke up to his mom cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Mmmmmmm! It almost made up for his lack of birthday sex. Seriously, he hadn't gone without birthday sex since… he started having sex. Last night sucked.
He padded out to the kitchen and ran his hand through his hair. He kissed his mom and thanked her for making breakfast.
"You didn't have any coffee so I asked Jean to pick some up on her way over."
"Jean's coming over?"
"Yes, she and I are going to do a little shopping this morning."
"Oh, okay. Why?"
"She offered to take me for a few hours the other day, and I knew you wouldn't want to go, so I said yes. Wasn't that nice of her?"
"I guess so."
She set a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him and he began to devour it. Nobody had made him breakfast in a really long time, and he loved having someone cook for him. Rachel was… not at all interested in learning to cook.
There was a knock on the door while his mom was busy so he answered it in his shorts. Jean sucked in a breath at her shirtless boss and grinned at him.
"Rough night?" she cocked her head at him.
He shot her an irritated look. "No, it was fine."
She laughed and set the coffees on the counter. "You look like you didn't sleep a wink."
He hadn't, although he should have. He had certainly had nothing better to do.
"Thank you so much, Jean. Sit down, I made you some eggs."
Jean took the seat next to Puck, grazing against him as she sat down.
"Why thank you, Sharon. You are so thoughtful." She turned to Puck. "Your mom tells me you had a Mohawk in high school."
He ignored her. "How long will you be shopping, Mom?" Puck asked, trying to figure out if he had enough time for a booty call with Rachel.
Jean looked at him, "Don't worry, I'll have your mom back shortly. She just has a few stops to make."
Puck sighed. "I guess I'll go for a run then. Good seeing you, Jean," he tossed over his shoulder as he made his way to get his stuff on.
Rachel was at the apartment when the ladies returned. Puck had tried to talk her into a quickie, but she wasn't buying it. He had no idea when his mom was returning, and she hadn't answered his text asking her.
His mom and Jean walked through the door laughing and carrying their packages. Rachel's mouth made a line as she greeted the two of them.
"Well, I'll be seeing you. What fun this was, Sharon! I hope to do it again next time you're in town."
Jean hugged his mom goodbye and called to Puck, "See you for our lunch meeting on Monday, Puck. G'bye Rochelle."
Rachel's eyes narrowed at the slight and it was like a light bulb clicked in her mind as she made a plan to get back at Jean. She smiled wickedly.
"I'm not sure what you're thinking, but I think I like it." Puck said to her. Rachel said nothing. She wasn't sure Puck had drawn the lines of conclusion where Jean was concerned and felt it was better for him to figure it out on his own.
His mother returned from the bedroom where she had been unloading her shopping bags.
"Mom, Rachel got us tickets to a show tonight. Sound good?"
"That sounds great, Rachel. What's the show?"
"Steel Magnolias. Do you like that one?"
"I loved the movie. I'm sure I'll like the show."
They ordered Chinese take-out and had a pretty quiet, uneventful dinner. Sharon kept bringing up wonderful things about Jean: what she had said, how thoughtful she was, the things she had done. Rachel was uncomfortable even commenting because it was clear that Jean had set out to impress Sharon and get on her good side. Apparently it had worked. The show was good, and they said their goodbyes then because Rachel wouldn't see Sharon on Sunday before she left. Rachel felt a little better although it was clear that Sharon didn't hate her, she didn't love her either.
Puck kissed her goodbye. "Don't make plans for tomorrow. We have some belated celebrating to do!" he whispered.
She winked at him and said she'd see him tomorrow. They had made plans to meet with his partner's family.
When Puck and his mother returned to his apartment, they sat down with a glass of wine and watched some late night TV.
"So, Noah, I'm sorry I surprised you this weekend. It was clearly not a good idea, and I won't do it again."
He sighed. "It's not that I wasn't glad to see you, but maybe I'm a little too old for surprises. It just made it… awkward."
"Well, I must say… I'm still surprised you're dating Rachel Berry and didn't tell me."
"Yeah, about that, do you think you could hold off on saying anything about it until she mentions it to her dads?"
"Noah, I don't understand this. Why wouldn't she tell her fathers about you? Jean and I think-"
"Jean and you? Mom, I don't want you talking about my personal life with my staff. That's just crossing a line."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, I just think it's odd that she wouldn't tell them about you when they know you."
"Well, we're going home to Lima for Father's Day, so she'll tell them then."
"You're coming home? Oh, good."
This distracted her enough to keep things low-key. Puck rarely returned to Lima, so this would make her happy. They finished their wine and went to bed. The next morning, she had barely left when Noah called Rachel to come over.
He grabbed the door and threw it open at her knock. He'd killed time waiting for her to come over by doing laundry and packing stuff for their visit with Mark and Karen.
"Thank fuck!" he said, pulling her to his body and pressing his mouth to hers. He used his tongue to search her mouth, wanting more, needing more.
He shoved the door closed and practically dragged her to the bedroom.
She laughed. "Jesus. Horny much?"
"Yes. It's been so long!" he whined.
She asked about the gift he'd never gotten to open.
"Later," he answered as he started stripping them of their clothes, throwing them haphazardly around the room. When she was naked and lying on the bed, he dropped to his knees, using his tongue to delve into her, licking and nipping at her feverishly.
"God, Noah, No more. Just do me already."
"Your wish is my command," he replied, shoving his way to the nightstand for a condom. He fumbled with the package, frustrated, and she grabbed it from him, expertly encasing him in it, stroking him as she went.
Without any tenderness, he thrust all the way into her. Her breath hitched, and he thrust deep again. Her head thrashed from side to side.
"So good. So good."
He kissed her neck, shoving deep against her, thrusting further into her. She met his thrust and tightened around him. He groaned and reached for her clit. Three swipes and she was coming around him just as his own release came in thunderous waves. He collapsed onto her, trying to absorb some of the weight in his elbows and upper arms.
" 'Bout 4 more times of this, and I'll feel better."
"You, sir, are insatiable."
"And tart that you are, you love it."
"I do."