CHAPTER FIVE

Grabbing her wrists. Pushing her onto the table, hard. Tearing her panties of as she squirms. Pulling off his trousers. Smacking her hard in the side as she try's to wriggle away. Forcing himself inside her. Searing pain through her core. Harsh breath on her face.

"You're mine now."

Rachel wakes in a panic. The dream/memory had really shaken her. She turned her head to see Noah leaning over her with worried eyes.

"Are you okay Wifey?" he whispered, running his fingers softly over her belly, under her (his) shirt.

"Bad dream," She mumbles as tears start to spill down her cheeks. She clung to him. His arms surrounding her. In his arms she felt like nothing would ever hurt her. She felt completely at home.

"Shh. Shh. Its okay. I'm here," Noah whispered, rocking her and kissing her face all over.

"Noah, why did he have to do that to me?" she sobbed, "Did I deserve it?"

"No you didn't." Noah said. "He's just a low life jerk who knew you were way too good for him."

"B-but I'm not," She clung to him tighter, "No-Noah my dads are coming back tomorrow. What am I going to tell them? W-what if they…oh god, what if they say you can't stay? Noah I c-can't cope without you…I'm so scared w-without you ev-even for a minute!"

"Wifey…look at me," He tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss to her nose, "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" She looked up at him with weepy eyes.

"I promise," Noah whispered, pecking her lips and tightening his arms around her.

NEXT DAY.

After Noah had driven Lucy, Courtney and Beth to school he drove him and Rachel. She was unusually quiet for her. Noah was getting worried. And she kept glancing at him and taking a sharp breath as if to say something but then pressing her lips together.

"What is it?" Noah asked, smoothing his hand over her thigh.

"Uh…can you stay with me today?" Rachel asked quietly. Noah faced the palm of his hand up on her thigh and Rachel flattened her hand against his.

"Yeah, I can. But if we're gunna make this a regular thing then Mr. S should probly know why I'm sitting in all your classes and shit," Noah said.

"I-I can't tell him!" Rachel flinched as if she'd been hit. She stared at him with wide eyes.

Noah pulled into the parking lot and looked into her scared chocolate eyes, "S'matter? What happened? You weren't like this yesterday." Noah asked, cupping her cheek, Rachel flinched slightly and then leaned into his touch.

"N-nothing…I-I'm…" She sighed heavily, he saw her relax, "I don't know…I just feel jumpy a-and worried."

"Well I'm here. You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?" Rachel nodded, "There you go then Rach. I love you and I'm here okay?"

Rachel's face lit up into a bright smile, "I love you too." She said wrapping her arms around his neck and catching his lips in a searing kiss.

"Hey Rach," Quinn walked un to them in Glee. Rachel shrunk back into back.

"H-hi," She smiled.

"Do you wanna go get our nails done after school?" Quinn asked wiggling her fingers.

"Uh…" she looked at Noah, "I…can Noah come?"

"S'okay Wifey, go have some girl time," Noah said rubbing her back.

"Noah I-"

"I mean it Wifey," Noah cut her off, "Have some fun, I'll pick you up as soon as you call, okay?"

Rachel pressed her lips together and nodded, "That you Quinn, that would be lovely."

Quinn smiled and took a seat.

"Alright everyone, Finn is going to be away for the rest of the week, his mom said he's gone to visit his grandma for a while. So while he's away we're going to practice our solo's. Rachel, wanna try one?" Mr. Shu asked.

"I-I don't want to sing today," Rachel said quietly, digging her fingers into Noah's hand.

"What?" Kurt yelled.

"Are you feeling okay diva?" Mercedes asked. Rachel shrunk further into Noah's side.

"I just don't want to sing." She whispered to Noah. He nodded.

"She's got a sore throat," Noah said to the others, frowning as he said it.

Noah had gone home while Rachel went with Quinn.

"Hello honey, how's Rachel?" Miriam asked as he sat down at the kitchen table.

"Mom, I'm really worried. He reason I've been staying with her is because… well Finn kinda hit her and raped her when they were dating. And I think she's only just started to deal with it." Noah rushed out.

"Has she told the police?"

"She won't."

"Well why do you think she's only jut dealing with it?"

"Because she's started getting jumpy and hates it if I'm not there, she usually freaks out, which is why I'm happy that she's gone with Q, hopefully she's having a good time," he furrowed his brow.

"Just be there for her, I guess you're her rock. But sooner or later she'll have to try and stand on her own two feet but she won't like it," Miriam said.

Noah pondered his thoughts for a little while before he was about to answer his phone started ringing.

"Sup Q?" He asked.

"Rachel's freaking out, I don't know what's going on but some one touched her bum and said something to her, she just burst into tears and ran. She's been in the bathroom for half an hour but she wont even open the door for me," Quinn explained.

"M'on my way," Noah grumbled grabbing his keys. "That was Q, Rach freaked out again. I gotta go," He kissed his mothers cheek and sped towards the salon.

"Rachel, open the door." He knocked on the cubical door.

No answer.

"Come on, its me."

No answer.

"Wifey?" He whispered. The door unlocked and Rachel launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and arms tight around his neck. She was sobbing very hard and mascara was streaked down her face.

"Shh, s'okay, I'm here."

She caught his lips in a hard kiss, biting roughly at his lip. She kissed along his ear and nipped at his ear too.

"Come on lets get you home," He whispered into her hair.

"MM…god…Puck, I like it on top!" Rachel moaned as she swivelled her hips onto him.

"Yeah baby, I like it too….Fuuck, I'm not gunna last long," Noah moaned, digging his fingers into her hips.

Rachel put her hands on his chest and started pushing herself up and down.

"So, so close…just….so close," Rachel keened.

"Ahh, fucking love you rach!" Noah moaned as he shot his load inside her.

"MMMm, love you toooo." Rachel screamed, collapsing on his chest after she climaxed.

Later they were laying in bed, he was spooning her and running his fingers over her soft naked waist.

"What's you favourite part of me?" She asked.

"Face body or mind?" He asked lazily.

"Hmm, face?"

"Defiantly your nose, its so damn cute. The your eyes, they're totally come to bed eyes." Noah left a sloppy kiss on her jaw.

"I hate my nose! And I do not have come to bed eyes!" Rachel laughed.

"Don't diss the nose Wifey and you totally fucking do!" Noah retorted. Rachel giggled.

"Okay, how about my body?" She asked.

"Hmm, I love how my hand fits perfectly here," He put his hand in the curve in her waist, "And here," He moved it down to her hip, "But favourite, how soft it is here," He ran one finger in the crease where her thing met her ass.

Rachel giggled again, "What about my mind?"

"Love everything about you. But best, I guess is that you're not the person you show everyone except me. You've got walls up the whole time, except with me," he kissed the back of her neck.

"I love it when you do that," Rachel moaned.

"What this?" He kissed the back of her neck again.

"Mmhm."

"So what do you like best 'bout my face?" Noah asked, snuggling closer to her-if that were possible.

"Your eyes. They're so beautiful," Rachel whispered, laying her hand over his on her tummy.

"Hmm, how 'bout my hot bod?" He grinned.

"Must say the guns," Rachel giggled.

"Hell yeah! How 'bout my mind?"

"Same as what you said. You Noah for me and Puck for everyone else." Rachel smiled to herself. She turned over and caught his lips in a kiss, pushing her tongue through his lips.

Suddenly her door swung open.

"Pumpkin we're…RACHEL!" Charles shouted.

"Daddy!" Rachel shouted pulling the covers up around her chest.

"Why are you in bed naked with Noah Puckerman?" He asked.

"Noah's my boyfriend. W-we have an intimate relationship," Rachel blushed.

"Are you still on the pill?" Charles asked, tossing Rachel her robe, which she slipped on under the comforter.

"Yes. Why are you back early?" Rachel asked getting out of bed and tossing Noah's jeans at him, he slipped them on and got out of bed to find his shirt.

"You're dad's still in Chicago, our business trip got extended for a while longer, so I've come home for a little while to see if you're being taken care of," Charles shot his daughter a knowing gin, "Which it looks like you have."

"Daddy!"

Noah-who had put his shirt on-turned to Charles, "Sorry Sir, I know that must of looked bad but I do love your daughter."

"It's quite alright son, just don't propose un till you're over 20 or I'll owe Miriam 100 bucks," Charles chuckled.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Well when you two were little you use to play mommy's and daddy's and kiss each other all the time, me and Miriam have had a standing bet since you were 5," Charles said.

Rachel slapped her had to her forehead and shook her head.

"Noah's staying tonight," She stated.

"Okay, just don't let me hear my daughter screaming Noah," Charles chuckled making his way down stairs.

"Fuck, did you're dad just give me permission to screw you brains out?" Noah asked, looking dumb founded.

"Sounded like it," Rachel laughed making her way down stairs with Noah in tow.