A/N I'm sorry it took so long to get this up. I'm uploading it today and apologizing in advance because I'll be out of town this week and unable to access a computer and It'll be a week till you get another chapter. Well, I hope you llike this chapter, I'm starting to build towards the final conflict, and then hopefully, the resolution. Here it is...

Puck winced slightly as he slipped his shirt off, still feeling the effects of Rachel Berry's impressive slug to his gut, as he stepped into the locker room showers, ready to wash off the sweat and grime that covered him after a particularly hard football practice.

The bruising was fading now, but it was still visible, and only sligtly less painful that it had been the previous day, lying on the floor of the Berry's house. He remembered how (after several much needed minutes of recovering from the unexpected blow he recieved from hit crazy hot little Jew) Rachel had offered to help him up, failed miserably at trying to support his weight, and instead, followed behind him as she led him into the kitchen to eat some freaky vegan coconut popsicles.

It had nearly been Puck's undoing, watching the long white frozen treat slide in and out of Rachel's full lips, and even more devestating to the already strained condition of his jean zipper when he realized just how far that particular suggestively shaped food was dissapearing down her throat...so he couldn't help asking something that he would never forget the answer to

*flashback*

"Rach what the hell!"

She blinked several times, and slowly drew the sweet, dripping object out of her mouth, completely oblivious as to how her seemingly innocent gesture drew that attention of her ever so perverted companion.

"Noah?"

His name was a question, and he answered by waving his hand in front of the popsicle she held, ignoring the fact that it was beginning to melt on the counter.

"That whole thing dissapears in your mouth!"

He had to clench one of his fists to keep from calling "that's what she said" on himself. He then continued.

"That's just not natural!"

Rachel's eyes flicked down the the dripping icesicle she held, drawing it back to her mouth for one more torturously suggestive sucking, then replied.

"It's natural for me."

Puck just lifted his eyebrows, to confused (turned on) to accuratly voice his question. Thankfully, he happened to be sitting with one of the word savviest girls in all of lima ohio (or the world) and she knew exactly what the non-verbal jock in front of her meant to ask.

"Well, I guess since I don't seem to have a gag reflex of any sort, I don't notice when it hits the back of my throat."

That was it. She had done it.

Noah's mind filled with dozens of filthy images, none of which were suitable to voice at this time, and in a strained voice, Noah excused himself with some bull-shit lie about having to baby sit his sister.

Rachel acquiesed in a confused tone of voice, and was even more suprised when he didn't even hug her goodbye before he was out the door and in his car driving away.

Little did she know that Noah stopped about 2 blocks from her house, parked on the curb, shut off the engine, and relieved his little (Read: REALLY BIG) problem, that had been caused by an oblivious (and ever so talented) Rachel Berry.

*end flashback*

Noah felt his dick twitch at the memory, and instantly thought of his cool off picture (his mom in bed with a trucker {a sight that a very unsuspecting 8 year old Noah would never be able to un-see}) and sighed in relief as he felt himself 'deflate'.

Then, he heart the loud and callous voices of two of his teammates talking, probably just having entered from outside, and obviously unaware that Puck was within hearing distance. At his words he felt his muscles clench.

"Dude,"

This from Karofsky,

"Did you see Puckerman's bruises earlier?"

The voice that replied belonged to some sophmore named Steve, (stupid little shit that thought he was 50 lbs heavier than he really was and tried to tackle Puck during practice, thinking he had succeeded when he hit the bruises and his larger teammate went down like a sack of flour)

"Yeah, looked pretty nasty, wonder where they came from?"

It was then that Karofsky's noticable harsh laugh rang out, and he said through his chuckles,

"I heard him telling coach it was Berry and her baseball bat."

Puck tensed even further, deeply regretting telling Coah the truth, and preparing himself for the insults that were sure to come.

"Haha! Damn! That Berry chick really is fucking crazy! Wonder if he's banging her? That tight little body's probably the only thing about her that's not fucked up. I actually think I feel sorry for Puckerman, she's got him so whipped- "

It was then that they both rounded the corner and came face to face with a very intimidating, despite the bruising, and very pissed off Puck. A deep growl had built up in his chest at their mention of Rachel, and released itself as he saw their stupid expressions of ammusement as they took in his presence.

Karofsky appeared to be tongue tied, while Steve (ever so fucking confident) managed to stutter out a half-assed apology.

"H-Hey man. You know we were just messin around...I mean, every one knows Berry's sorta crazy...we didn't mean anything by..."

But even Steve's confidence failed him as he watched Puck's unchanging, unblinking even, expression of rage, and some other, much fiecer, emotion swirling beneath it. Then, He spoke.

"So..."

His voice was low and dangerous.

"You guys have the gall,"

(Totally Rachel's word)

"To make fun of my girl?"

Neither of the boys had anything to say, and their adam's apples bobbed almost in unison as the both swallowed heavily. But Puck continued, his voice only slightly less intimidating, as a scornful amusement entered his tone.

"Probably the only girl in all of Ohio with two liberal gay dads, who let her have the house alone to herself overnight, who isn't in the fucking celibacy club?"

Both their eyes widened, both with suprise and not a small ammount of jealously at this newly revealed information, but Puck just couldn't stop while he was ahead. He had to really rub it in just how stupid they all had been.

"The only girl who happens to be both double jointed and lacking a fucking gag reflex?"

He placed emphasis on both these points, and almsot regretted telling them as he watched both their eyes glaze over with lust, and Steve's acne plagued jaw drop. But no...Puck wasn't one to simply rub it in...he had to finish the deal too.

"The 'crazy ass hot jew'"

(he was quoting his team mate's previous description of Rachel)

"Who had all these things...and also happens to be a fucking hot virgin!"

By now, Puck's voice was filled with incredulous scorn, and he hadn't even realized that the rest of the team (minus Finn and several others) had filtered in, and were all listening with rapt attention to Puck's startling and shocking description of Rachel Berry.

"So sure Steve"

He said the word with the same level of disgust that most used for the words 'shit pile'.

"You can feel fucking sorry for me...because yeah, Rachel Berry had me whipped."

And with that, Puck shut off the hot water, grabbed at his towel, and left the showers. It wasn't until he reached his locker and heard that low, rumbling, murmurs that began to fill the locker room, what a mistake he had made.

As he grabbed his phone, checking the time, he groaned as he realized that Rachel's 'meeting' with Jesse was the next day, that was when he heard it.

"Who knew?"
"That's fucking hot man!"
"Always knew she was a secret freak under those sweaters and skirts."
"Lucky bastard."

And Puck knew he was fucked. Not only did he have to deal with that little shit Jesse having something to hold over his girl's head, but he had just inadverantly blew the lid right off the fucking sexy secret sex godess, that was Rachel Berry.

And fuck him if he wasn't in a world of trouble.

Rachel felt a very unusual and prickling sensation on the back of her neck, and even more unsettling, on other parts of her anatomy, neither of which were particularly pleasant.

Today, she had woken up in an extraordinarily good mood, that was, until she had glanced over at her special order calendar with stills from all her favorite Broadway plays, and realized that her 'date' with Jesse was drawing all the more near.

In an effort to shake the queasiness from her stomach, and instill in herself a confidence that had been dwindling since all the baby drama, Rachel had taken extra care with her appearance this morning.

Rachel had always wondered at the lax-ness of Mckinley High dress code, but today, she seemed to be taking advantage of it. She wore a loose fitting white tank top that practically glowed against her dark summer tan. Her skirt, as usual, was short, but today, she had chosen a denim number she hadn't even realized she owned, and was quite happy with the 'laid back' summery feel the outfit had.

She had also chosen to throw her long, dark, thick chestnut hair, up into a loose bun, with careless wisps flowing around her face, pulling the entire outfit together, in a decidedly un-Rachel Berry like fashion.

Although at the moment, Rachel was regretting her outfit choice, as she heard the murmurings grow to a crescendo, and a loud wolf whistle ring out as she nearly ran into the tell-tale lettermen jacket clothed form of one of Mckinley's resident Jocks, and he grabbed her hips, saying

"Damn Berry! If only I knew those things about you before Puckerman..."

His voice trailed off as he leered at her decidedly sensual form, and she yanked her body away from his just in time to fall back into another, much firmer, wall of letterman clothed jock. Only this time, he wasn't accosting her, he was Puck. And he was pissed.

"What exactly were you saying to my girl Whittman?"

The jock's confidence faltered for a moment, before he managed to stutter out some sort of apology and turn the other way. Rachel turned to face Puck, and was nearly undone by the entirely foreign look of Rage, soon replaced by abashed guilt upon seeing her,that was currently on his face.

"Noah! You own me an explanation for the events that just occurred!"

Not knowing exactly how to handle Rachel like this, he pulled her into the nearest room (just so happened to be a closet) and slammed the door shut, saying,

"I'm sorry! You're gonna freak out, and I'm already fucked, but I'm just telling you first that I"m really fucking sorry!"

Rachel's eyebrows rose in a challenge, and Puck knew exactly what she was asking.

"I kinda sorta maybe a little bit bragged about you to the guys in the locker room and-"

He was cut off by Rachel's sharp intake of breath, and the tears that rapidly her eyes. Her voice cracked as she asked her next question.

"Y- You told them about us?"

It took Puck a moment before he realized what Rachel was really asking, and then he understood what he previously thought to be her overreaction.

"Wha- No! Fuck No! Shit Rachel, I wouldn't do that!"

He didn't realize just how hard his hands had clamped down on her hips, and neither did she obviously, because all she did was begin to sob. Puck was confused. Hadn't he just told her that he hadn't told the guys about what they...did?

"Wh- Why are you crying then?"

Rachel managed a shuddering laugh, and this threw Puck into more mental mayhem, as he tried futilely to understand the way this crazy Jew's mind worked.

"I-I'm crying in relief."

She sucked in a hiccuping sob, and continued.

"I was just horrified for a moment that you had told the whole football team about what we did yesterday, and how it would make people think of me...I wouldn't just be crazy, they'd think I was a slut too."

On the last word, Rachel's voice cracked, and she lapsed back into her adorable Sobs(Fuck him if he was ever gonna admit he found Rachel Berry's sobs 'adorable'). Puck just drew his arms around her and began to gently stroke her hair. He felt awkward. Never ,before dating Rachel, had Puck been very into the whole pussy-ass girly comforting thing, but with Rachel it just felt right.

After her sobs subsided, Puck pulled back, viewing her face in all it's puffy eyed, runny nose, fucking beautiful state.

"Rachel...Darlin'?"

She whimpered and let her face fall foward, back into the soft comforting hiding place the front of his shirt offered, taking comfort in the steady (albiet more eratic at this moment) beating of his heart.

"You know I love you right?"

Rachel had heard him say it before, she had replied in kind. But for some reason, here, now, on his turf, school, It just sounded all the more beautiful. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, and murmered back.

"I love you too Noah..."

And right then, for the next few moments, it was perfect. Thing about perfection is...It can never exist for too long without something disrupting it...and that something just happened to go by the name Jesse St. James.

Friday

"No Noah!"

Rachel's shrill voice echoed off the walls in all her previous drama queen glory. The term previous was pertinent considering just what a radical change of temperment had come about in Rachel ever since Noah had become her boyfriend.

Still, there was no relenting in this moment, and Rachel's irritation paled comically in comparison to Noah's furious next words.

"No Rachel! Fucking No!"

They were filing out of the crowded halls with the rest of the students from Glee, and as they crossed the threshold and began their walk out towards the parking lot, towards Noah's truck, Noah felt more free to raise his voice louder than it had previously been, seeing as how they were further away from prying ears. *couch* Kurt *couch* Mercedes.

"There's no way in Fucking hell you're going to meet that Prick alone!"

He grabbed at her arm but she wrenched it away before he could solidify his hold.

"You don't own me Noah Puckerman!"

She punctuated her shrill decliration with a thump to his chest, and even though it was barely noticable to the large hunk of muscle standing and breathing heavily in front of her, it still filled her with all kinds of righteous indignation.

Then, before Rachel could spin on her heal and commence the very dramatic opening of the truck door, throwing herself into the old truck with all the pomp and verve the situation called for, she was thrown roughly against the side of the truck, and found Noah's body pressed firmly against her own.

One of his hands (much larger than her own) was pinning her right arm, the one closest to the door, against the truck, and his other hand traced down her face, tangling in her hair with a gentle reverance that belied his rough actions. His voice was strained and tight through his gritted teeth as he leaned ever nearer, and spoke directly into her face.

"Yes. I. Do."

Her mind went blank for a moment, a previously unheard of event in Rachel-Land, and she struggled against her body's reaction to Noah's sinfully sensual tone. But before she could reply, Noah cut off her indignant splutters by pressing even tighter against her, allowing her to feel the prominant arousal that she could always evoke in him, and continued.

"Babe...I come with a clusterfuck of baggage, and you're with me knowing all that."

She didn't know exactly where he was going with all this...she didn't know much of anything really at this moment, besides that is, her body's natural desire to just let him take her right here in the damn parking lot.

"Part of that baggage is that I'm one over-protective possessive bastard, and you could sure as hell use it with the type of attention you seem to draw at this school."

Blood rushed up her chest and into her cheeks at his words, reminding her of just how the male population at Mckinley high had been regarding her the past few days, and she lowered her gaze. But, Noah's hand pushed her chin back up, in a manner as firm as it was fond, and kept her there by running the pad of his thumb along the soft skin there.

"So you may not think I own you. But you sure as hell own me, and that being the case, it's only fair if I own you too, right?"

His voice was gentler, although not lacking it's inherent sensual edge, and persuasive all at the same time. Rachel found that to her horror, her hand was nodding gently against his loosened restraint, and tried not to melt as a hot fierce emotion that rang with approval filled his silver-green eyes.

"Good girl."

This time his voice was merely a growl, barely understandable against her lips, which was where his mouth was now presiding. Then, before Rachel could voice any of the thoughts that had filled her mind while she had been otherwise contained, Puck descended upon her for a bruising kiss.

His body pressed against hers, his upper thigh placed between her legs, rubbing up and down eliciting soft mewled and little pants as he effectively kissed her senseless.

The drive home was short and silent, filled with the tension of Puck's demand that Rachel either ditch Jesse or allow him to accompany her.

When he dropped her off, his parting kiss was sweeter, although not without it's own share of restrained passion (a commodity that seemed to be growing between the two of them lately {a situation Puck was eager to appease}), and Puck murmured before she left.

"You know it's because I love you ... right?"

His eyes were repentant, but his posture told her that his previous words weren't revoked.

"I know."

Her words were soft, almost a sigh as she slipped out of the truck and hopped to the ground. He waited till she was inside to drive off, and Rachel breathed a sigh of relief when his truck passed out of her view. She reached for her phone and shot Jesse a quick text contining Puck's terms.

Much quicker than she though she recieved an answer.

You come alone or you'll never meet mommy
~J

Rachel felt the frustration that had been building in her since Jesse's first text reach a peak as she read, then re-read, his short spiteful message. Rachel felt removed from her body, almost like an outsider looking in, as she watched herself release a piercing scream/shriek and throw her phone at the wall with all her pent up rage, feeling little release as she watched the little piece of pink plastic shatter against the beige painted wall.

Gosh darn it Already! You guy's know what to do. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Or I'll make it two weeks till the next chapter! lol, please just review and tell me how you want the Rachel Jesse date to go, I'm definitely up for suggestions.