Chapter 4

"Alright everyone today since Finn is missing," Mr. Shu glanced at Noah, "We're going to talk about arguments." Everyone looked confused, "Puck, who was the last person you argued with?"

"Rachel." Noah smirked.

Oh God he wouldn't! Would he? Rachel thought as a huge blush crept across her cheeks.

"And what was it about?"

"Her pubes," Noah grinned, looking proud of himself. Rachel smacked her hand to her forehead. Mr. Shu gasped.

"How was it resolved?" asked after he'd composed himself.

"She looked so damn cute I couldn't keep my hands off her for another second."

Quinn started laughing when she saw how red Rachel had gotten.

"Why were you fighting about pubes?" she asked.

"He-h-he didn't believe that I don't shave," Rachel spluttered, trying to explain.

"Because pubes do not grow in a tiny neat, little, strip Wifey," Noah cut in.

"He's right, they don't," Quinn said and the other girls nodded.

"Well mine do!" Rachel huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and slouching in her seat.

"Wifey chill!" Noah grinned, "Give me a kiss."

"No!" Rachel stuck out her tongue. Noah gave her puppy dog eyes and pouted slightly.

"Wifey?" He pleaded. Rachel giggled and leant over to kiss him.

Rachel stretched out on her bed. Noah came through from the bathroom and pecked her nose.

"Baths ready," He murmured. Sitting next to her.

"Mm, thank you," Rachel smiled, she took Noah's hand and pulled him with her, "Save water and bath with me."

"Okay," Noah grinned pulling off his shirt, "But no funny business."

Rachel burst out in giggles, pulling her dress off. Noah stepped towards her and pushed her panties off. He ran his thumb over the deep gash on her side, it was healing. Rachel pushed Noah's pants and boxers down. Then ran her hands over his head.

"I like your hair better without the Mohawk," Rachel smiled, she stepped into the bath, sitting down.

"Oh so I get the tap end? Thanks Wifey," Noah grinned, "No way! Shuffle you fine ass up." Rachel did as she was told and Noah slipped into the tub behind her.

"Love you," He mumbled, laying a sloppy kiss on her shoulder.

"Love you too," Rachel tilted her head to one side so she could peck his lips.

Just as Noah was massaging soap into her shoulders, Rachel's phone rang. She reached over the side of the tub and answered it.

"Hello?" Rachel answered.

"Ray…I-it's me. Beth. I-I need you to come get me." Beth spoke quietly.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked.

"I'm at a p-party a-and mom's not at home, I forgot my keys…Rachel please come pick me up?" Beth pleaded, letting a little sob escape her.

"Where are you?" Rachel asked, jumping out of the bath and wrapping a towel around her body.

"Wayne's house."

"Wayne Wright? The drug dealer?" Rachel asked in a panic.

"Y-yeah. Please come R-ray. I-I don't know what t-to do."

"We'll be right there, I'm not stepping foot near there without Noah," Rachel said.

"O-okay. T-thank you Rachel," Beth sobbed.

Rachel hung up and scurried to get dressed.

"Wifey? What's going on?" Noah asked, jumping out of the bath himself.

"Beth…Wayne Wright…problem…come on!" Rachel yelled, she chucked Noah's jeans and hoodie at him which he pulled on quickly and they hurried downstairs.

When they got to Wayne's they could hear the music thumping and see the hundreds of people piling in and out. Noah followed Rachel in, looking for his sister.

"BETH?" Rachel shouted above the noise. Noah spotted his sisters friend, Lucy.

"Lucy! Where's Beth?" Noah asked. Lucy looked out of it but she pointed to the corner where Beth and her friend Courtney were sitting. They rushed over to them. Beth was crying hysterically. Rachel gently pulled her up.

"Beth, it's me. It's Rachel," She said soothingly.

"Thank you for coming Ray," Beth said letting Rachel walk her out the door and towards Noah's truck. Noah was dragging Lucy and Courtney along by the arms. There was no way in hell he was leaving them there, Lucy was only 12 years old! And Courtney's mother would be appalled if she knew what her daughter was doing. Noah helped all 3 girls into the back before him and Rachel got in and started to drive to Rachel's house.

"So, what have you had to drink?" Noah asked as the three girls sat on Rachel's couch. Courtney and Lucy started giggling but Beth looked very serious as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Not that much Puck. Honestly…at least I haven't," Beth said getting up and going to the kitchen, where Rachel was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup off coffee and with her knee's pulled to her chest.

"Ray?" Rachel's head snapped up and she sent Beth a soft smile.

"You okay?" Rachel asked quietly.

"Yeah." Beth looked up at the ceiling, "So listen. I'm sorry I was mean. I was just pissed off I guess."

Rachel nodded, "Just hurt, specially coming from you."

"I know we're like sisters. Well sisters in law or something," Beth smiled, "I didn't mean it Ray. I know you love my brother."

"Thank you. I really appreciate you apologizing." Rachel said, opening her arms to accept Beth's hug.

"I like that we're close, y'know?"

"Yeah, I like it too," Rachel grinned. Just then Noah entered the room. He slipped into the seat next to Rachel and lent his forehead against her shoulder.

"You okay Hub?" Rachel asked, smoothing her hand over the back of his neck.

"I put those two in the guest room, there out cold already," Noah sighed, looping his arm around Rachel's waist and nuzzling into her shoulder more.

"You two are sickeningly cute," Beth observed.

"Yeah, it's this one," Noah gestured to Rachel, "Now what were you doing at Wayne Fucking Wrights house? He's the biggest fuckwit on the planet."

"He's friends with my boyfriend." Beth said biting her lip.

"I thought your boyfriend broke up with you?" Rachel questioned.

"I'm with Pete now."

"And what? He's into drugs?" Noah asked, finally raising his head off of Rachel's shoulder and pecking her jaw before turning to Beth.

"A little, nothing hardcore." She answered honestly.

Noah shook his head. And tensed up. Rachel noticed.

"Beth you can sleep in my dads' room, do you need to borrow any PJ's?" Rachel asked, Beth nodded, "Help yourself, you know where I keep them."

Beth leaned across the table and pecked Rachel's cheek before scurrying upstairs.

"Noah," Rachel whispered. I'm here.

"I know," Noah replied. I'll always need you Wifey.

Rachel kissed his lips and led him upstairs.

"I just don't know how to stop her doing this shit," Noah said shucking off his jeans.

"We'll think off something," Rachel said stripping to her panties and holding out her hand for Noah's t-shirt, when he gave it to her she pulled it on and they both got into her bed. Rachel curled into his arms, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart beat.

Noah ran his fingers up and down her arm lightly, when he got to a handprint size bruise on her arm.

"S'that?" He asked.

"Mr. Shu. I guess he held me a little too tight in the hallway."

"Fuck! Am I the only one that gets that you're tiny?" He asked, kissing her cheek.

"I am not tiny. I'm of a perfectly normal size," Lie-she was quite under the average but he didn't need to know that.

"Yes, average for a midget," He smirked, kissing her neck.