Author's Note: FREAKIN' A... I just found a video of Puck singing... it's a spoiler for 1.08...

*Sigh* Mark Salling is deeee-licous

Four hours later, Puck realized she never answered his question about her panties. Somehow their conversation had drifted to other topics… school, Glee, even football. He'd been amazed to find out that she'd never seen a football game before tonight, and impressed by how much of the game she'd actually understood. Of course, he'd teased the crap out her after she told him she'd brought a Wikipedia article with her, but come on… that was too easy.

They'd talked about music for a long time, and she'd gotten huffy when he'd picked on her about her ring tone. He had been surprised to find out that she didn't know a whole lot about classic rock and she'd finally talked him in to playing a song for her. He had been deathly afraid of waking his mother up, but Rachel had insisted. He'd gone with "Wish You Were Here", partly because it was a kick ass song, and partly because he had figured she wouldn't know the lyrics, and therefore, wouldn't try to sing along. He'd been half right.

Eventually, she ended up back in his arms, on the bed and during what Puck had thought was a riveting conversation on the pros and cons of the designated hitter, she'd nodded off. He hadn't noticed until she started drooling on him. He had shaken her lightly and when her eyes popped open, she had started babbling something about Maria being an ironic troll, whatever that meant. Puck had helped her up, and pulled the covers down on the bed. She had lay back down, grabbed his favorite pillow, and promptly fallen asleep. He had walked across the room, turned out the light and made sure his door was locked.

Climbing into the bed, he tried to fluff up the lumpy pillow she'd left him with, and since she'd decided to sleep in the middle of the mattress, he gently rolled her towards the wall. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her small body into his. She responded by snuggling back against him, and given the alignment of her ass to his junk, she pretty much guaranteed he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Typical Rachel, even unconscious, she could drive him nuts.

He'd noticed that she kinda snored. Not snored like Finn did, that dude used to keep Puck up for hours with his freight train imitation, but she made this weird little snuffling sound. It was like a girly snore, he guessed. He wondered if all girls did it. Puck wouldn't know because he had never actually slept, as in gone to sleep, with a girl before. Not that he was able to do that now. Every time he had been remotely close to nodding off, she had wiggled against him and he'd been back to square one. He contemplated getting up and going to the bathroom to take care of the problem, and that was when he realized she'd never answered him about her panties. He pulled the covers back to see if there was any way he could he could get a peek at them, but his shorts and T shirt were entirely too big on her for that.

Puck had expected a simple yes or no answer to his question, not the freaking Spanish inquisition. He also hadn't expected to explain the purpose of his request, although it had been fun to mess with her. It had also been a good way to try and get her to define 'slow'.

Not that Puck had been super thrilled about her answer. Maybe longer, Rachel had said. Longer than two weeks? Was she serious? The last time he had gone any significant period of time without sex was when he had been fourteen and Mrs. Hudson and his mom had decided it would be a great idea for him and Finn to go to camp for the summer. Even then it had only taken him a month to hook up with one of the camp counselors. Finn, of course had spent the entire summer mooning over Jenny something or other, and after two months he had finally managed to kiss her the night before they left.

He was suddenly thankful for his pool cleaning business. Even if it was beyond swimming weather in Ohio, his business hadn't slacked off any. He could totally get his needs met and Rachel would never have to find out.

Guilt stabbed him in stomach. Seriously, what the fuck was up with that? First with the beer, and now this. It's not like he was a cheating bastard or anything, he told himself, he just tended to take advantage of opportunities when they arose. That didn't make him an asshole, just a horny teenage guy.

Okay, so fucking his best friend's girl had been a total dick move, but he'd been pissed at Finn. Finn had been his best friend for as long as he could remember and during that time, Finn had never lied to him once. Besides his mom, Finn was the one person he had always counted on. Right up until the Glee shit started, anyway. First he'd lied about skipping practice, and then he'd lied about being into Rachel. So really, in Puck's eyes, Finn had totally broken the bro code first. Nailing Quinn had been about evening the score, hadn't it?

Yes, and no. Quinn Fabray had been out of his league, and she had known it. He'd made a move on her last year, and she had shut him down so fast it made his spin. She was an all American kid, president of the celibacy club and from a 'good Christian family'. She'd been quick to remind Puck that he was a Jewish kid, with a single mom who had lousy taste in men and he was one misstep away from a juvie record. He'd had avoided her after that, but then they'd been forced to hang around each other because of Finn. She had still looked down her nose at him most of the time, but every once in a while, he caught her eyeing him with a strange look on her face. That night, with the wine coolers, he'd wanted her to admit that she liked him. He'd wanted her to admit that he'd been good enough for her all along.

Then there was Rachel. He'd known Finn had liked her, really liked her. But Puck hadn't meant for all this stuff with Rachel to happen, and besides, he'd gotten her fair and square, hadn't he? Rachel had been the one to tell Finn that she wanted to be just friends. Puck thought back to the first night in the music room, when Rachel had been crying her eyes out over Finn. She had just found out about Quinn's pregnancy. Quinn was pregnant with Finn's kid, and that had changed everything for Rachel, and opened the door for him.

Shit, he thought, the baby. He realized he had managed not to think about Quinn or the kid for almost six hours. His kid. He hugged Rachel closer and wondered how she would react when she found out the baby was his. Not fucking well, he imagined. He started to get a weird sick feeling in his stomach. She was going to hate him.

Puck wanted to wake her up. He didn't think he has the balls to tell her about the baby, but he wanted to talk to her. She'd reassure him that he wasn't a complete asshole. Except, he thought, he was starting to think that maybe he was. Looking down at her sleeping face, he wondered if he should just end this now because it was only going to blow up in his face later on. Offense, not defense, was always the way to go.

His head was hurting, and he closed his eyes, just as the first signs of light started to hit the sky.