Chapter nine: Sick

When Puck woke up he felt like he was about to die. He was incredibly hot and felt really sick, with a raging head ache.

"Noah, it's 7.30!" His mother, Aviva shreiked coming into his room.

"Ma, fuck! Shh! I feel like crap," Puck grumbled, pulling the covers up higher.

"Oh Noah," She spoke quieter this time and busied herself fixing him a glass of water and some asprin, "Stay home today but if you're still sick tomorrow you're going to the doctors."

"Kay Ma, now let me sleep."

Aviva kissed her sons forehead and went to work.

2 hours later him phone started ringing, it made his head pound further.

"What?" He barked into the receiver.

"Noah," Rachel breather out, "Are you okay? I was worried."

"M'sick," he groaned out, turning over and grabbing the glass of water his mom had left on his bedside table. Taking a sip.

"Oh! I'll be over in 10 minutes," Rachel hurried out before slamming the phone down. Puck tossed the covers back over his head, the last thing he needed was for Rachel to come over and annoy him.

The next time he woke up there was a cold flannel on his forehead and a small hand stroking alovera oil into his chest. He let out a soft sigh before opening one eye. His dick sprung with arousle and he thought he was dreaming when he was the sight infront of him, suddenly feeling alot better.

Rachel was sat on his bed, she had pig-tails in her hair. A white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the tails tied just below her boobs, showing off her flat, tanned belly. He could see her red sports bra poking out. She was also wearing a tiny grey skirt grey knee high socks and gold high heels.

"Fuck, can I please fuck you? Like right now?" Puck asked streaching his hand out and resting it on her thigh.

"No," She giggled.

"What's with the outfit anyway?" he asked sitting up and accepting the cup of lemon and honey tea she thrust under his nose.

"We're doing Brittney Spears in Glee this week. I did 'baby one more time' Artie did-" Puck cup Rachel off quickly.

"Y-you were in school...looking like that?" Puck growled, a sudden feeling of jealousy rising in him.

"Yes, don't I look good? S-should I cover up?" Rachel's eyes glanced down, embarresment flashing on her cheeks.

"Fuck yes cover up!" He spat, "You are mine Rachel! I don't want other guys seeing you practically naked! Only I get to do that!"

"I'm sorry Noah," Rachel giggled, suddenly seeming more happy.

"Why you laughing?" He asked gruffly.

"I just didn't take you for the jealous type," she giggle. Noah pulled her to him so her side was tight into his chest and her legs were dangling over one of his thighs, his arms encirling her tightly.

"M'not jealous. Just don't share." He grumbled tucking his nose into her neck and laying tiny kisses to her jaw that made her giggle.

Turns out that if you're sick, Rachel Berry can cure you with her weird tea, flannels and kisses in only a couple of hours.