Chapter 4

Green Monster

Puck and Rachel sat separately in the choir room for Glee. Despite what had happened earlier in the janitor's closet...and the bathroom, the two were determined to be as indifferent as possible in front of their classmates (well, that was mostly Rachel's doing. Puck was more willing to eat his girlfriend out in the middle of class if the mood came over him, which is why Rachel wanted to keep them separate). Everyone but Rachel and Puck had already performed their song

"Rachel, I believe it's your turn," Mr. Schue stated.

"Indeed it is. And I have to say that this will probably be my best work yet. I know everyone's expecting a Broadway number but I decided to deviate from my normal routine and go a little more...spunky."

"Wow," Quinn said dryly. "There's a shocker."

The petite brunette ignored the blonde's remark and headed toward the middle of the room. Ever since Schuester had announced the assignment, Rachel knew exactly what she was going to do, she just needed to practice. So for the past week, she had Brittany and Santana practice as her backup. The pair made their way down and stood behind Rachel.

"Hit it," Rachel demanded.

The band struck the first chord and away Rachel went.

Don't do love, don't do friends
I'm only after success
Don't need a relationship
I'll never soften my grip

Santana and Brittany grabbed their mics and sang their backup parts.

Don't want cash, don't want card
Want it fast, want it hard
Don't need money, don't need fame
I just want to make a change
I just wanna change, I just wanna change, I just wanna change, I just wanna change I just wanna change

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine
I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no

One track mind, one track heart
If I fail, I'll fall apart
Maybe it is all a test
Cause I feel like I'm the worst
So I always act like I'm the best

If you are not very careful
Your possessions will possess you
TV taught me how to feel
Now real life has no appeal
It has no appeal, it has no appeal, it has no appeal, it has no appeal it has no appeal

The three singers repeated the chorus twice before the new verse

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly,
I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die,
I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fail, gonna die, die, die, die

Again, the trio repeated the chorus twice before Rachel took over the ending.

Da-da-dum...
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no

Everyone clapped except for Quinn, which didn't surprise anyone in the least. Rachel thanked Britt and Satan before the girls took their seats. Though she would never in a million years admit it, Santana liked singing with Rachel. She had kept her word to the Latina that she made at Nationals about not saying a word to anyone about her feelings for Brittany and that meant the world to Santana.

"Very good Rachel," Mr. Schue complimented. "Puckerman, you think you can follow that?"

Noah smirked at the challenge and stepped forward. He put his eyes on Rachel and quirked an eyebrow. "Hell yeah."

"All right," the teacher laughed. "Show us what you got."

Noah signaled for his own helper, Sam, as the beat for Break Your Heart slowly rose from the floor and invaded the space.

While Sam sang the Ludacris parts, Puck kept his eyes on Rachel.

Everyone, including Rachel, was singing along to the song. Even she had to admit that the song was catchy – and perfect for the assignment. The atmosphere reminded the diva of when the Glee club was first starting out and everyone sang along to Sweet Caroline. The irony of both situations wasn't lost on her.

As the song came to a close, the class erupted into a harmony for the last line.

"Whoa, Puckerman!" Schuester exclaimed. "I think you gave Rachel a run for her money!"

Rachel narrowed her eyes but made sure to give him a flirty smile as the mohawked boy sat down. Her attempt at flirting was rewarded by a wink and sexy smile. The thought of those lips on hers gave a shiver of anticipation. But then she thought of what Quinn said in the hallway, and a little green monster came crawling through her veins.

After the regular announcements of sectionals and all that jazz, Mr. Schuester announced that since this week's assignment was done so well, next week's would focus on the defense part of the songs they just sang.

"Find a song that counters what others feel about you," he clarified. "Make everyone see how you really feel about what they think. Use the song to illustrate the feelings you want to tell everyone."

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Quinn waited for Rachel in the parking lot. When the tiny diva finally came out from the school, she saw Puck come and plant a tender kiss on her cheek before heading to his truck. Words couldn't express how jealous the blonde was over their relationship. What gave Rachel Berry the right of all people to get him? Shouldn't she and Puck be together? After all, they're ones who brought a child into the world and he took her virginity just like Rachel's. She could sing, dance, and everything else the brunette could do. So what made her so damn special that Puckerman wouldn't consider being with the mother of his child?

"Hello Quinn," Rachel said cautiously. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Stay away from Puckerman," was the blunt reply.

"Excuse me?"

"He belongs with me."

"According to whom?"

"Look," Quinn sighed airily, "we can go around this argument all day, but in the end you know he'll pick Beth. And anywhere she goes, I go. That's all there is to it. So just leave now and forget you and him ever happened. I know he will."

"And what makes you say that?"

"It's what he does. That song wasn't just for the assignment. It was a message for you. Breaking hearts is what he does best."

"You know, I remember you trying to keep me away from Finn too. But he chose me."

"And look how that turned out. Don't you see? The boys you're after are only using you because they can't have me. If you hadn't blabbed the truth to Finn, we would still be together."

"I have no doubt about that; because you're just that cold hearted to let a guy live with the idea that he fathered a child even though it's his best friend's, which isn't surprising considering you're willing to cheat on every guy you're with."

Quinn showed remorse as she leaned closer, trapping Rachel between her body and the car. "Stay away from him," she seethed. "He's mine. And nothing between your legs is going to keep him from crawling back to me. You know why? Because we had a child together – a bond you will never understand."

With that, Rachel watched as the former Cheerio stalked back across the parking lot. That green monster she had felt starting to crawl through her veins was now shooting up and down her entire body.

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That night, Puck was staring at his girlfriend lying casually on his bed.

Rachel had come over pretty soon after Glee ended with the excuse of tutoring Noah on his geography. But the only map he was interested in was her body. She was having none of it since she kept swatting his hands away whenever he tried to touch her. It was infuriating since she was all over him not two hours ago. In fact, her whole demeanor had changed.

"Babe?" She hummed her response as she flipped another page in her notebook. "Is it that time of the month?"

Rachel turned her head over her shoulder and saw Noah sitting in his chair with his eyes on her ass. Again. "No, why?"

"You were a sex goddess at school and now that we actually have privacy, you won't let me touch you."

A manicured eyebrow lifted on her dark skin. "Sex goddess?"

Sensing a way in, he capitalized on the word play. He gave her a sexy smirk and sauntered over her to where his body covered her back. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Yes, Princess. You were a sex goddess."

A shudder enveloped Rachel as she felt his strong, calloused hand gently glide up her inner leg. But then Quinn's words echoed back in her memory; they fought against Noah's consist speeches about how much he loves her and the sex is just a bonus.

The conflicting messages were messing with the sensual touch of his hands, making her vacillate to respond.

His hand reached the border of her underwear and she jolted as electricity from his touch started to mix with the jealousy already harboring inside her. It just wasn't fair the effect he had on her. She wondered if he felt the same way.

"You're thinking so hard, I can hear your thoughts," he chuckled. She had never reacted this way before. She felt distant and cold yet at the same time he could tell she was aching for more.

"I'm sorry," she ground out. Her body was definitely reacting to his movements, but her head wasn't. Her skin was practically on fire from his hands teasing her legs and arms, but her thoughts were so jumbled that it was hard to let go.

Suddenly, all she felt was air where fire had been.

Noah wasn't about to waste time trying to get her to pay attention. Her mind was obviously somewhere else. His own head conjured up images of her thinking about Finn or Jesse and wondering what sex was like with them. Did she think she made a mistake? She certainly didn't think so earlier. Was she just using him to make another jealous? She's done it before – twice.

"Rach, what's going on? Did I do something?"

Rachel Berry finally sat up on her knees and tried to smile, but couldn't. "No...and yes." Her headache was pounding against her skull from the stress of thinking so hard. Puck was obviously confused at her answer. His green gave away his thoughts and Rachel brought her hand up to his cheek. "I'm just thinking too hard about stuff."

"Did something happen with Shelby?"

"No." She thought about telling him what happened with Quinn, but decided against it. As amazing as he was when he was being protective, Rachel knew she had to do this on her own. He couldn't solve her problems for her all the time and this situation with Quinn went deeper than Puck.

Noah stared into her chocolate brown eyes as she tried to lie to him. Something may not have happened with Shelby, but something definitely happened. "Is there anything I can do?"

Her lips parted into a wide smile. "You can call me a sex goddess again."

"Really? I don't think so. The moment's passed."

She pouted and crawled over to him. Pulling his back to her chest, she sighed dreamily as she sucked his earlobe. "That's such a shame." She grabbed his hand and glided up her leg again until he felt her soaked panties. Sometimes it struck her how brazen she had become since being in this relationship with him. The slightest touch from his fingers sent her into sex mode immediately. "I'm ready to play."

He wanted to tease her back so bad, but when he felt soaked underwear pressing his hand, he discarded that idea pretty damn quick. Instead, he pushed his finger around the material; he didn't even have to do the rest of the work. She let her body come down on his digits all on her own.

Noah heard a throaty groan from her lips as she grinded down on his fingers. He refused to move them, eliciting sounds of discontent from her.

"Noah," she pouted. She rolled her hips, but he did nothing. She knew he was getting her back so she slid her hands under his shirt and let her nails graze his back. He relaxed, but not enough. Getting tired of the childish behavior, she dug her fingernails into his skin and brought them down.

A growl came from deep inside his chest as Puck flipped around. "What the fuck, Rach?"

She grabbed his pants and loosened his belt before pulling his hard member out. Straddling over him, she pushed him inside her so roughly that neither of them could speak for a minute.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. She rolled her hips again and let him feel her throbbing around him. She pulled him in for a deep kiss, pouring her apology into it.

Noah could feel her walls clamping down on him. After she released her hold on his lips, he laid pushed her on the bed and lifted her legs over his shoulder. The pure pleasure that flittered across her face at the new angle spurned him on. He thrust into her harder each time before pulling out almost all the way. Her cry at the emptiness was silenced only to be replaced with a guttural moan when he filled her to the hilt. She met him every time, grasping the sheets as she writhed under his movements.

He felt her orgasm when her insides clamped down on his thick member like a vice grip. He counted to 50 before he let his own release take over.

Rachel sighed in utter contentment as Noah rested over her. He had put his pressure on his arms so that he wouldn't hurt her. She wrapped her arms around him and gently pulled him down to rest on her.

"Does this mean you're going to tell me what's wrong?" he asked after they had rested a while.

"It's not you, I promise. This is something I need to deal with on my own."

"Oh Jesus," he gasped. "You aren't pregnant are you?"

"W-What? No. I'm not pregnant." That would just be the cherry on top of a fucked up sundae.

Puck breathed a sigh of relief, although a child with Rachel wouldn't be so bad – better than Quinn anyway. "Then what is it?"

She was afraid that if she asked him to choose, Quinn would be right: she would always be second place because of Beth. She gave him a tender kiss before getting up to get dressed.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he sat up.

"Home," she replied gently.

"I thought you said your dads were gone for the night."

"They are. I just think we need to spend some time apart."

Puck felt like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer.