Chapter four.

Rachel's face went face went from turned on to confused to angry in 2 seconds flat. She shot out of bed, slipped on her room and practically sprinted out the door, shouting, "Sorry, I was and idiot to think you wanted me," Over her shoulder.

"Fuck." Puck whispered scrubbing a hand over his face.

He didn't follow her. Just lay there thinking how stupid he is for letting it get that far to begin with. By the time he makes it out of his bedroom its already 9.30am and Rachel's taken Liam to school and Beth has already gone to college.

He was officially screwed. Just not in the way he would of liked.

He made himself a cup of coffee and slumped in front of the TV feeling sorry for himself. It wasn't long before he drifted back to sleep, dreaming if a beautiful girl with long dark hair, big brown doe eyes and a heart bigger than her smile and the world.

Puck woke up to soft girly giggling. He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Noah," The melodic voice whispered. He opened one eye to see Rachel standing over him with that big smile on her face and her hair falling around her face like a curtain.

"Y'okay?" Puck asked whilst running his fingers through him Mohawk. Rachel nodded her head yes and her lips curved up into a little smiled while her cheeks turned pink.

"You talk in your sleep Noah," She giggled again.

"Yeah? W'did I say?"

Rachel shrugged her shoulders coyly but then let out a little shriek when Puck made a grab for her. Rachel quickly darted out of the way from him, throwing her head back and laughing like she hadn't in years. Puck loved that laugh, that full bellied laugh, the one that had his toes tingling.
Just as he grabbed her around the waist and started tickling her mercilessly they heard someone clear their throat and the already open front door. When the pair saw who it was Puck felt Rachel turn completely ridged in his arms and sink into him so much it was like she was trying to disappear into him.

Puck straightened up and squared his shoulder but kept his arms firmly around the petite brunette.

"The fuck you doin' here?" Puck growled.

"I've come to talk to my wife." Jesse drawled.
Puck looked down at Rachel, all guns blazed and ready to beat the shit out of Jesse. But Rachel nodded and gripped him tightly.

"As long as Noah can stay," Rachel said in a voice that was much quieter than her own. Jesse clenched his jaw but nodded.

"As long as he stays quiet."

Rachel led Noah to the dining room table and sat as close to him as she could.

"I'm here," Noah whispered into her hair and pecked her temple. Rachel smiled at him appreciatively. Jesse sat in the chair opposite them.

"Sweetheart, I miss you," Jesse began, Rachel noticed how he looked as though he'd had at least a few sleepless nights. Rachel quickly removed her eyes and kept hem focus on her and Noah's in twined hands that were laying in her lap.

"I love you and I want you back."

"I'm not coming back," Rachel whispered, squeezing Noah's hand tighter.

"I've cleaned up my act Rachel."

"So in two weeks you've changed?" Rachel asked "How many bottles of JD have you drank to yourself? How many nameless whores have you fucked?" She spat.

"I'm sober! I've gone to all the meetings and I haven't drank a drop! I promise I'll be faithful from now on! I need you sweetheart, I promise I'll be better. Just come home."

Rachel quickly pressed her face into Puck's neck to keep him calm and then tuned to Jesse looking him straight in the eye.

"My home is with my son. And he is not safe in your house. I can't be with you Jesse, it hurts to much. And I'm tired of hiding everything for you," Rachel notices Puck's triumphant smirk at her words.

"Come on, I promise I'll never do it again. We belong together," Jesse slid Rachel's wedding ring across the table to half way between them.

She remembered that day. Staring into his eyes. Trying to remember all the good points of theirrelationship and trying to forget the bad. Trying to convince herself that this way the best day of her life and that this was the right thing to do for her four month old son.

"I do," She'd whispered. Then that ring was slipped onto her finger. She immediately knew she'd made a mistake and with the little smirk on Jesse's face they both knew she was his now. And there's a lot of things a guy like Jesse can do with what he deems his possessions behind closed doors.

She remembers sitting in the garden area at the reception and letting the silent tears fall. And then Noah telling her he loved her. But it was too late.

"No." It was one word but it was a powerful word that Rachel hadn't bee allowed the chance to say in years. "You've promised a million times. Now it just sounds like garbage. I'll keep my ring as a reminder of everything I should not put up with. Bu you are dead to me Jesse St James." Rachel said reaching to get her ring.

"You little bitch," Jesse snarled grabbing her wrist. Puck shot out of his seat in his boxer-clad glory and grabbed Jesse by the throat, pulling him up, out the door and pushing him down the short flight of stairs leading to him apartment.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Puck screamed, "Fuck if Rach hadn't of told me not to hit you, you'd be a dead man!"

Puck slammed the door shut and locked it for good measure. But all his anger disappeared straight away when he turned around and saw Rachel laying in a crumpled heap on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. He sunk down next to her. As he rested him hand on her lower back she let out a small whimper and flinched.

"Ple-ase d-don't hurt me-e," she whispered through sobs.

"Rachel. I could never hurt you," Puck whispered. Rachel flew into his lap and slung her arms around his neck. She buried her head into his chest.

Puck sat there overwhelmed. With her sobbing into his bare chest and clinging to him tightly. He began gently rocking her and singing 'Sweet Caroline' quietly.

"I'm sorry Noah," Rachel cried, "I didn't mean to...I know you'd never...its just...Noah what have I done to deserve this?"

"Nothin' Shorty. It's not your fault." Puck said kissing her forehead and whipping away her tears with his thumbs. She leaned into his touch and brushed her nose against his lovingly.

"Please make love to me Noah?" she whispered breathlessly, "I need to feel wanted."

He looked into her big brown doe eyes and knew he could never say no to her. He nodded his head and leaned in to brush his lip against hers gently.