A/N: I thought that since there hasn't really been any real lemons so far, I'd put some in this chapter. So I did. Enjoy and review:)

Chapter 3: Memento

The alarm had barely gone off in Rachel's room when she felt Puck's hands come around her waist. A smile crept across her face as she was dragged into his body. At first she was delighted at the hardness she felt on her backside, thinking that it was her that caused it. Then she remembered her biology class. That didn't damper her spirits though as she brought a hand around behind her and grasped it gently.

Puck groaned at the touch of his girlfriend touching him first thing in the morning. His leaned into the back of her neck as she stroked him, eliciting even more groans from deep in his chest. "You're killing me," he gasped.

"Well that's a shame," she smirked. She felt a small nip at the crook of her neck and moaned, arching her back into him. Her thighs were beginning to slicken with her wetness.

As if Puck read her dazed mind, he sneaked his hand down past her short nightgown and slithered his fingers underneath, making sure to keep his touch as light as a feather. The heat radiated off her pussy and he bit slightly harder on the back of her neck. Her legs parted, allowing him better access as he slipped two fingers in her and began a steady rhythm. When he heard her breath hitch, he grew tired of foreplay. Grabbing her small frame, he scooted her closer to the headboard.

Rachel's head began swimming from arousal when his hand moved downward. His touch was teasing so she squeezed him a tad tighter. Her plan worked so she let him flip her body to where she was facing the wall, holding on to the headboard. Her excitement grew as he moved closer to her; breathing became shortened the more he slid his hand up inside her thigh.

Puck gently pulled Rachel's hair out of the way as he positioned himself behind her. "Open up," he cooed. He felt air rush in between her legs as he plunged into her. At first, her cry worried him, but her grinding against him made him forget it.

"I'm okay," she reassured with a moan. She knew he stopped from her noise. "I was just surprised." He didn't respond so she began to move against him to let him know he could continue. Her hips bucked when he grabbed them and he began to slide in and out – gently at first, but more frantically as the rhythm picked up. Her breath hitched in her throat, making her produce guttural sounds as he pounded into her. "Oh god," she moaned loudly. "Puck! Harder!"

Puck tried to accommodate his girlfriend's wishes, but if he went any harder, he'd explode and his number one rule was to never come before her. Ever. She cried out his name as her inner muscles clammed down tighter than they ever had before on him. She was so fucking tight, he wondered how he couldn't hurt her.

Rachel's orgasm was stronger than she had anticipated and she nearly buckled from the intense pleasure that washed over her. With a few more strokes, Puck came just as hard and the two couldn't move for a good few minutes until their breath caught up.

When Rachel was finally able to move her hands from the headboard, she heard Puck laughing.

"What?" she smiled. His eyes pointed to the place her hands just came from. "Oh," she blushed. The headboard had deep gouges in it from where her fingernails had grasped. "Guess you did pretty well."

"Guess so," he smiled back. His tone was arrogant as he ran his fingers over the gouges. "Now you'll have a memento." Her bright smile warmed his heart and he leaned in for a deep kiss. Her brown eyes lit up after he broke the kiss. "What?"

"I love it when you kiss me like that."

"I love it when you say my name when we fuck," he retorted smugly.

"Shut up," she giggled.

The alarm went off a second time, sending Rachel into a panic. Puck simply cleaned himself off and put on the same clothes. Rachel took fucking forever.

Noah watched his girlfriend set out outfits with matching bra and underwear and buzz around in a hurry. While she was drying off (he offered to help, but she refused), he took the opportunity to change her outfit from one of her god awful dresses into one of the sweater/skirts combination she used to wear.

When Rachel emerged from the bathroom a second time, she frowned. "What happened to my dress?"

"I put it back," he replied. "I want you to wear this one."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not meaning it like that," he explained. "I just love these skirts, especially for today."

"What's going to happen today?"

He walked closer to her, making her back into the wall. His mouth leaned close to hers as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you even harder at school."

A blush swept over her body and face as Rachel's eyes grew dark with lust. "Well, I haven't worn this in a long time...I guess I could bring it back." His arrogant smirk made her stomach do a flip flop.

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Quinn shut her locker and turned, only to be faced with none other than Rachel Berry.

"What do you want Berry?"

"What exactly do you think you're doing?"

"That depends. What do you think I'm doing?"

"I think you're up to something by bringing Shelby back here. Don't deny it," she accused. "I'm not sure what your plan is, but it won't work."

Quinn stifled a laugh, but compensated with a scoff. "Please. You don't have any idea who you're dealing with."

"Neither do you," Rachel countered. Her shoulder pounded into the locker as Quinn walked into her to pass by. She wasn't entirely sure what Quinn was up to, but it was something bad. Rachel knew Quinn had somehow finagled Shelby's return.

The bell rang and Rachel rushed off to her first class. By time Biology came, Rachel felt good about seeing Shelby in the classroom. Rachel strutted into the room with an air of confidence and sat down next to Kurt.

"Well hello there," he chimed. "And how are we today?"

"Extremely...energetic," Rachel blushed. "How about you?"

Kurt sighed dreamily as Blaine walked by the window. "Great! But I have a little problem."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you later. It's really sensitive."

"Okay." Rachel's brows furrowed together as they turned back to the lesson.

A few minutes later, Kurt returned back to the conversation.

"By the way," he leaned over. "Blaine and I were wondering if you and Puck would like to go on a double date with us."

"Sure," Rachel whispered back. "When?"

"How's Friday?"

"Sounds good. I'll have to run it by Noah but I think he'll say yes."

"Don't be too sure about that," Kurt muttered.

"Why not?"

"Well, Puck might not be comfortable on a date with us."

"Of course he wouldn't," she smiled. "He won't be able to grope me on a double date."

Kurt smiled at his friend and chuckled softly. "Are you sure that's the only reason?"

"Kurt," Rachel chided. "Noah loves hanging out with you and I'm sure he'll feel the same way about Blaine when they get to know each other better."

"He loves hanging out with me?"

"If he didn't, he would still be putting you into dumpsters."

Kurt cocked his head in agreement. "True. It's just he never shows it."

"When has he ever?"

The bell rang signaling the end of the class. The pair walked along the corridor as they continued their conversation.

"So," Kurt resumed, "if he never shows you any affection in public, how does that make you feel? I mean, with Finn, you two were making out in the hallway. To go from that to Puck must be hard."

Rachel smiled as the crowds cleared, letting Puck emerge from the group. He was head nodding his friends when he spotted Rachel and gave her a dirty wink.

"I manage," she replied.

Kurt finally saw what she was looking at and smiled too. "I have to say, it's nice to see you happy Rachel. I mean that."

"Thank you Kurt. I- "

Before Rachel could finish, a slushie hit her square in the face. Kurt's face was decorated as well as the hockey team laughed. "Hey," one of them addressed to Rachel, "now you look somewhat like a girl." The boys high fived each other as Rachel choked back the tears.

"Holy hell!" Kurt screeched. "I forgot what that felt like!"

Both teens gasped from the ice in their face as they raced for the bathroom.

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"I thought we were past this," Kurt gritted. "Do those Neanderthals actually think they're hurting our feelings now?" He looked over when Rachel didn't respond. Instead, she was sitting on the sink with her head down – cherry ice dripping from her sweater and hair. He saw a tear dancing on the eyelash before falling down to join the red ice. "Aw, Rach," he cooed. "Ignore those guys. They have enough brain cells for one complete thought a day."

Girls swarmed the mirror around the two teenagers, ignoring them completely. Suddenly, the boor burst open and Puck and Blaine rushed in. He looked for Rachel and spotted her legs – he'd know those things anywhere. Girls squealed and ran out of the bathroom as he moved closer to Rachel, who was still perched on the sink.

"Kurt, what happened?" He tilted Rachel's face up with a gentle finger and examined the ice burns.

Blaine joined Kurt and started cleaning him off. "We were just standing there and the next thing I know, those puckheads threw slushies on us."

"You okay babe?"

"Uh, Blaine," Kurt said quietly. "Let's go get some towels from Miss Pillsbury."

Puck waited until the two men were out of the room before turning back to Rachel. His heart really went out to her. He brought a chair close to the sink and set her down into it gently. He turned the faucet on warm and leaned her head back. "Remember when my first time getting slushied?"

A tiny laugh escaped from Rachel as she closed her eyes, letting the warm water soak her hair. "It got stuck in your mohawk."

"I was thinking about when you sat on my lap," he grinned.

She gave a slight chuckle. "Of course you would. You know, I was surprised how well you handled being slushied."

He ran his fingers through her hair, making sure all the ice was out. "Well I had you taking care of me so I figured I was gonna live." A smirk came across her lips, making him smile in return. "Rachel," he whispered. Her fluttered open at his soft tone and he knelt down to face her. "I'm sorry about this. You'd think those assholes would be over the slushing by now."

"It's okay," she assured. "It just took me off guard."

He could tell there was something else going on, but she wasn't going to tell him. "So who did it?" He grabbed some paper towels and handed them to her as she stood up.

"Mike and the hockey players." She took her sweater off to wash it and noticed Puck's eyes widening. "Not now, please."

"What? I like your boobs okay? That doesn't mean I constantly have this need to tease them like there's no tomorrow. Sometimes I just like to look."

"Why am I finding that hard to believe?"

"Because it's not true," he smirked. He locked the door and turned to see Rachel's eyebrows raised. "I promise I won't do anything. I'm just giving you some privacy."

"Well then you should probably be on the other side too." Puck blinked for a few seconds before a laugh echoed through the room. "Noah," she whispered. "Please leave."

"What'd I do?"

"Nothing, just give me a few minutes." Puck nodded, somewhat offended and left quietly. Rachel quickly followed and locked the door. She slid her back down against the door and didn't stop until she reached the floor. Without Noah around, she was able to cry without embarrassment. She replayed Mike's words in her mind which forced more tears.

Puck could hear her crying from his spot against the door. He was caught completely off guard when she asked him to leave. It wasn't like he hadn't ever seen her cry before so he didn't understand what the big deal was. Unless it was that time of the month, in which case it made sense. He leaned his head back on the door and shut his eyes, waiting for his girlfriend.

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A hand gently shook Puck awake. He jerked and focused his eyes on the figure in front of him. "What happened?" he mumbled.

Shelby smiled out of amusement at the sight of Noah Puckerman drooling in his sleep. "You do realize that you're sleeping outside of the girl's restroom right?"

Puck straightened up and wiped the drool from his cheek. "Oh shit," he grumbled. "Where's Rachel?"

"Are you the reason why she locked the door?"

"It's complicated," he sighed. "Have you seen her? Did she come out?"

"No," Shelby replied. "How long has she been in there?"

"I don't know. What time is it?"

Shelby glanced at her watch. "Almost lunch time."

"I've been asleep for that long?" he gasped. He rose from his seat and knocked gently on the door. "Rach?"

Shelby tried knocking as well but got the same silent answer. "Rachel, you need to come out."

There was no answer.

Again, Shelby knocked. "Rachel, I'm speaking as a teacher, I need you to come out and let us know you're all right."

Puck was starting to get worried. "Rachel!" he bellowed.

"Why are you yelling?" the soft voice echoed.

Both Shelby and Puck turned to see Rachel standing with a bag in her hand.

"How the-?" Puck began.

"You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you up," Rachel reasoned. She propped the greasy bag in her hand and smiled. "I got you some Burger King."

Puck let out a sigh full of relief. "Jesus Rach. You should've woken me up."

"I'm sorry," she frowned. "Doesn't me going through a drive through full of animal products hold any value to you?"

"Well you should've told someone," Shelby interjected.

"I did," Rachel replied hastily. "I went with the Glee Club and Mr. Schue. We have to practice tonight so we were stocking up supplies."

Sensing tension, Puck quickly grabbed the bag and smelt it. When he looked up, he saw both women wearing the same facial expression. It was freaky how alike they looked sometimes.

"What?" he asked innocently. "I'm a meat man."

"Noah, would you excuse us for a moment?" Shelby asked.

Puck swallowed a mouthful of cow and nodded. "Sure. I'll be with the club." He kissed Rachel on the cheek and gently wiped the grease away from her skin.

Rachel watched her boyfriend walk away, leaving her alone with Shelby. For the moment, she was content to watch his ass move by his swagger. A throat being cleared brought her back to the moment. "What can I do for you Miss Corcoran?"

"Rachel," Shelby began. "I want you to listen to what I have to say for a moment, if you'd be so kind."

What's the harm? Rachel thought. "All right."

Shelby sighed heavily and felt a twinge of nerves she hadn't felt in a long time. "I've been thinking a lot about you since I've moved back. Having Beth, being with her and holding her while she goes through life...it's very difficult to see knowing that I missed out on all that with you. I'd like to make a fresh start with our relationship. And regardless of who raised you, you are my daughter and you will always be a part of me no matter what you do or how much distance we put between us."

"So you go from appreciating from afar to wanting to be friends in a year?"

"Essentially," Shelby smiled. "And the choice is entirely up to you. I know I wasn't around for the first part of your life, but I'd like to be around for the next. What do you say?"

Rachel released a long breath. "Let me think about it. I'm not saying yes or no, just let me think."

"Take all the time you need."

"Thank you." Just as she was about to walk away, Quinn came around the corner, stopping everything.

"Oh," the blonde haired girl gasped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Miss Corcoran, I was just wondering when Puckerman and I could come see Beth."

"What?" Rachel exclaimed.

"Didn't Puck tell you?" Quinn mocked. "That's a shocker."

Red flooded Rachel's vision but she controlled herself long enough to escape the hallway. Outraged, she text Puck:

Get your ass over here. NOW. – RB

What'd I do? – NP

Just find me. – RB

Puck sighed and put his phone away. This was not going to be good. He retraced his steps until he passed the janitor's closet. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed him by the collar and dragged him inside. Before he could ever get a word out, he felt Rachel's lips on his in a passionate kiss. Actually, it felt more urgent than passion. It was a possessive kiss, like she was marking her territory. He was instantly hard.

Rachel rushed her hands into Noah's pants and grasped him tightly. He groaned loudly at the touch and she began to stroke hard. Her underwear was already soaked and she just wanted to get him primed, but found that he was already ready when she grabbed him. The idea that he was hard even before she grabbed him sent a surge of possession through her. She abandoned her hold as she unbuckled his pants and pulled his throbbing erection through his underwear.

"Fuck me," she demanded as she sucked on his ear. When he only moaned, she smacked him – hard. "I said to fuck me. Now."

Rachel's hand actually kind of stung which surprised him more than anything before setting off his lust meter. He ripped her underwear off before he lifted her against the wall and without preamble, thrust himself into her. While he pounded into her, she dug her heels into his ass. Her delicate hands grabbed his shirt and ripped it. Oh man is she pissed, he thought. The idea made him smile and he grinded into her. She didn't even try to hold back her moans and cries of pleasure. In fact, she flat out screamed his name and she hadn't even had her orgasm yet. Truth be told, he liked this animalistic side.

The first fluttering of her orgasm started shortly after Puck got into her, but Rachel was determined to make it last. She was so livid that the only thing in her mind was to cancel out all the other sexual encounters (and she hadn't even the remotest idea how many that was) , especially Quinn. Just the memory of the blonde's smug face fueled her desire and lust as she matched Puck's intensity. She seized Puck's head and made him look her in the eyes.

"I want you so bad," she breathed.

Her words encouraged Puck and he changed his rhythm from simply in and out to circling his hips. The adjustment hit Rachel in just the right spot and her orgasm hit hard in one long wave. Puck came immediately afterward but continued to pump to let them ride it out. The ripples of her pleasure bounced off his length, making him shudder with his own pleasure wave.

They stayed where they were for a moment as their heartbeats came down to a normal rate.

"Wow," Rachel said breathlessly.

"Yeah."

"You ripped my underwear. Again."

"I'm not sorry. They were soaked anyway." He looked down and saw both their bodies glistening from Rachel's juice. "And now so am I. Not that I'm complaining." Rachel grinned widely as Puck wiped her hair away from her face. "You have me you know."

"What?"

"You have me. You always will and if I was really honest with myself, you always have." A tear flowed down her cheek, but Puck kissed it away. "I know why you did this," he stated. "As amazing as it was, it wasn't necessary. She's the past and you're my future. Don't ever think that will change."

"But-"

"No." He put his finger over her lips, swollen from the kiss earlier. "That's the end of the discussion. I'm not angry or anything like that, I just want you to know that she and I are tied in only one way but that doesn't mean I have feelings for her." He could see her lip trembling and he thought about drawing out of her but somehow, in this intimate moment, being joined together just seemed right. He remembered the time when she made him say her name like he meant it. "Rachel," he pleaded. The tone worked and she stared at him. "I love you. You are the only one I dream about, think about, masturbate to, and look at. That will never change."

She giggled at the masturbate part, but other than that, she was totally in the clouds. He never opened up like this unless he thought it was necessary. "I'm sorry." She bit her lower lip in her apology.

"I'm not."

He hugged her gently before letting her down. The pair carefully opened the door and found no one.

"Lunch is still going on," Rachel reasoned. "We should go clean up. And maybe you need a new shirt."

"I keep spares in my locker." He got a questioning glance but waved it away. "I always need to be prepared okay. I think the coast is clear."

"What am I going to do? I don't have any underwear."

"I have some," he stated flatly.

"I can't wear boxers, Noah."

"No, I meant I have some of yours."

"That's disgusting."

"Is it?"

Rachel shifted her feet carefully. "No, it's actually kind of flattering. But don't let anyone know."

Puck shook his head and snorted. "Go to the bathroom. I'll bring them to you."

"Oh wait," she called out. She bent down and picked a piece of his shirt from the floor. "Here's a memento."

He gave a loud chuckle as he ran to his locker.

Rachel turned and made her way back to the bathroom, ignoring Quinn and Shelby's expressions. It was obvious they heard her and Puck. The thought made Rachel blush but also smile proudly.

She cocked an eyebrow at Quinn as she passed and gave a smirk. "See you at practice," she called out.