Chapter 3

A/N: I don't own Glee

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RPOV:

I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest as he walks me to my locker. I wish I had half of his confidence right now. "Are you going to go be ok Ber…Rachel?" He asks his hazel eyes searching mine for what I don't know. "I'll be fine Noah. Thank you." I say softly. His eyes look behind me and then he smirks. Oh no. When ever he smirks like that he's up to something.

He pushes my hair behind my ears and places a surprisingly gently kiss on my forehead. He smirks again and walks away. I turn to see Finn standing at Quinn's locker and both of them looking at me wide eyed. I try to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. The one I always get when I see Finn. I turn back to my locker and gather the rest of my books for the rest of my classes.

The rest of the day flies by with whispers and stares. I make it to lunch without having to vomit again. I grab a bottle of water and a banana and sit at the glee table. My stomach is still queasy so I decide to eat light. Kurt flounces towards the table and gracefully sits down next to me. "You have a lot of explaining to do Lucy." He says cocking his well groomed eyebrow at me.

"I don't have the faintest idea what you are referring to." I say trying to avoid this conversation. I take a long drink from my water bottle. But Kurt waits patiently. "I know you know what I'm talking about. The whole school is abuzz with gossip about you and a certain brooding bad boy." He says with a knowing smile. Before I can say anything Puck flops down in the seat next to me.

Kurt, Tina, Mercedes, and Arty stare at us in fascination. "Noah." I say slightly surprised. "Rachel." He says in a low husky voice that sends a shiver down my spine. The table and most of the lunchroom is watching us. He hands me a brown paper bag and leans in close to my ear. "I went to the corner store and got you some ginger ale and crackers. It's supposed to make your stomach feel better. I googled it." He says almost sweetly. I can't help but smile.

"Thank you." I say softly. Maybe things won't be so bad after all. Maybe I can trust him. The sincere look in his eyes relaxes me and I know that deep down Noah Puckerman isn't as much of a jerk as he wants everyone to think he is. The clearing of someone's throat pops our private bubble and brings us back to reality. I look at the other side of the table where Mercedes is giving me 'you better tell me what's going on' look and the rest of the lunch room is just humming with the hushed conversations at each table.

"We're together so what. She just couldn't resist my badassness." Noah says in his cocky I could careless attitude as he drops his arm over the back of my chair. I hesitantly lean back while the glee kids just look at me for conformation. I clear my throat a little and plaster on my awards show face. The one when you've been nominated but don't win and the camera cuts to you while the winner graciously thanks the other nominees. That's the one I use right now.

"Yes we are a couple and have been for some time now. As Noah so crassly put it I just couldn't resist his rakish quality. I guess you can say this is a typical good girl falling for the bad boy who just happens to have a heart of gold scenario." I say plastering on my awards show smile. I almost jump at the feel of him pull me closer to his side. The warmth from his body and his fresh rain and citrus smell comfort me instantly. "Yeah, what she said." He agrees with a smirk. They don't ask about my pregnant outburst and I'm grateful for that but I know soon enough I'll have as Kurt put some explaining to do.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur and the whispers and stares increase. I guess I should get use to this. Someday when I'm famous I'll have to deal with my personal life becoming fodder for the tabloid media. I square my shoulders and hold my chin up high. I will not let them get to me.

The next two weeks pass quickly and the inevitable meeting between Noah and my dads is to take place today. I was trying to hold out for a little bit longer but Noah wants to be at my next appointment which is tomorrow. I stare out the window of his beat up old truck and all I want to do is turn back around and go back to school. Noah has taken to driving me to and from school everyday. He doesn't trust my driving. In a way it's kind of sweet but in a way I want to punch him for it. I'm perfectly capable of doing things for myself. I'm pregnant not handicapped. He doesn't seem to understand that.

He pulls up to the curb in front of my house. I look at the driveway and notice that my dads are not home yet. Thank goodness. I can put this off for a little while longer. We head in with Noah holding my bookbag. Again as if every little thing I do is going to hurt my…I mean our baby. It's weird thinking of it as ours. I'm still shocked he's willing to be there for it. I keep waiting for him to change his mind and toss a slushie in my face.

"Do you want to work on some homework again today?" I ask and he just nods. I've been helping him get his grades up even though he has been fighting me every step of the way. I simply told him that our child deserves to have two well educated parents if we decide to keep it. He relented so now I'm his tutor.

We go to my bedroom and I spread all our books on the floor. We spend the next hour doing homework in relative silence. He's keep up his end of the bargain. He doesn't touch me outside of school and we barely talk unless we are being watch by others or if it's about the baby. Other than that we keep to ourselves.

Noah stretches and I can't help but stare as his tight white shirt rises up revealing his gorgeous sculpted six pack. Dear lord he's fine. My hormones have been raging like crazy lately and I haven't been kissed in a very long time or touched since that night with him. I look up seeing him watch me with that same hungry wolf look he had that night. I can feel the color rise in my cheeks at being caught ogling him. I don't blush easily but he manages to make me feel so unsure of myself lately. Why do I have to be incredibly attracted to him? It would be easier to deal with him if he wasn't so damn gorgeous.

"Do you wanna take a break and watch a movie?" He asks still looking intensely at me. "Uhh…sure why not." I say. It's just a movie, right? We go to the living room and he flops down onto the sofa. I grab the remote and take a seat next to him but not too close. I flip through the channels but I can tell he's not really paying attention. I'm not either.

"So." He says moving closer to me. "So…uhh…yeah." I mumble not really sure what is going on. "When are your dads coming home?" He asks the heat radiating from his body distracting me. "Huh…oh…right…I'm not really sure." I say my heart rate picking up. He moves a little closer and I can't help but lick my lips. What is it about him that has me feeling like I'm going to burst in a good way?

Suddenly his lips are on mine. I'm too shocked to do anything. He pulls me closer and it's even better now that I'm sober. My mind is screaming for me to push him away but my body betrays me by responding to his searing kiss. Damn hormones. He gently pushes me back on the couch as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I let out a little moan and he smirks against my lips.

He settles himself between my legs and my skirt rides up higher. I should stop this but it's like he's a drug. You know he's not good for you but you just can't help yourself. He feels too good to stop. He slowly leans in again placing a delicate kiss on my lips but my girlmones take over and I pull him closer wanting to deepen the kiss. We continue to kiss his tongue dominating mine but I don't care. His warm brown sugar taste makes me dizzy. His knee is between my legs and I can't help but rub against him trying to get the friction my hormonal body wants.

He places soft kisses on my neck and collar bone while I try to catch my breath. Things start to get steamier and I can't help but notice how dark his eyes look. His hungry stare sends shivers through my body. The feel of his warm hand traveling down my side to my bare leg and up under my skirt makes my mind go blank. All I can think about is how amazing this feels. It's like my whole body is aflame with desire for him.

He kisses me harder than before as his hand reaches higher up my naked thigh. I let out a small moan feeling his hardness on my leg. "Rachel!!" My father Ben yells bringing us both out of our lust filled haze. "Daddy!!" I squeal as I scramble to get out from under Noah Puckerman. Isn't this what got us in this mess in the first place?

We both stand and try to adjust our clothes. I hadn't even realized that I pushed Noah's shirt almost off of him. "This is the father I presume. At least I hope it is." My daddy says eying Noah like he wanted nothing more than to castrate him. "Yes sir. I'm Noah Puckerman. Rachel's boyfriend." Noah says and shakes my father's hand. "Well, you might as well stay for dinner since we have a lot to discuss. Rachel your dad will be home in twenty minutes. I'm going upstairs for a quick shower. I trust you two can keep your hands to yourself for a little bit." My daddy says throwing Noah another hard glare.

"Of course daddy." I say sweetly. As soon as he's up the stairs I turn and glare at Noah. "What was that? I thought I told you no sex or unnecessary touching." I hiss. He just smirks and shrugs his shoulders. "Look Berry I'm a man and well I have certain needs and it wasn't like you were stopping me." He snaps at me. "Well just try to keep your hands to yourself from now on." I say completely flustered by him.

He gives me a wicked grin and walks closer to me and I slowly inch my way back trying to put some distance between us till I hit the wall. He leans down till our eyes meet. My heart beats faster and I instinctively lean into him. "I'll try but I won't make any promises." He says lowly. His raspy husky voice makes me shiver.

He pushes himself away from me and I feel like my heart is going to burst from my chest. He just smirks again and I give him my best diva glare. "I hate you. You know that." I snap at him. "I know." He says cockily. This is going to be one long night if he keeps this up.

A/N: Please Review. Next up Rachel's dads has some choice words for Puck and things get a little steamier for the two of them.