So sorry for not updating sooner. There was graduation, parties, and then summer. But read and review :)
"NOAH AARON PUCKERMAN!" she shouted again. Rachel and Puck were startled out of their finally peaceful sleep. Puck's arms gripped tightly around Rachel as he tried to put the voice to a face. "PUCKERMAN," the voice shouted again.
Puck rubbed the sleep from his eyes to focus on Quinn. "What the hell, Fabray?"
"I told you to take her home, not seduce her," Quinn said glaring at him.
Puck just rolled his eyes and reluctantly removed his arms from around Rachel. "Fully clothed," he said as he drew back the sheet.
Quinn looked them over. "Explain the clothes," she said looking pointedly at Rachel.
Rachel decided now would be a good time to cut in. "Q, nothing happened," Rachel said remembering the kiss, "Puck was nice and offered me some clothes so I didn't have to sleep in my jeans."
Quinn nodded her head seemingly okay with that answer. "Still doesn't explain why you are together in bed?"
"Does it matter, Mom?" Puck asked resisting the urge to roll his eyes again.
Rachel slapped him lightly on the arm. "I had a nightmare about Scott and Puck heard me. He came to wake me up, but I accidentally…"
"I woke her up, and she asked me to stay," Puck cut her off.
Quinn raised an eyebrow, and finally noticed Puck's eye. "Really? Then what happened to your eye, Puckerman?"
"Whatever," he muttered standing up from the bed. "I'm going to go take a shower."
Quinn just left as she watched Puck leave the room. "So, how'd he get the black eye?" she asked sitting down next to Rachel.
"I feel so bad about it, Q. I was having a nightmare about Scott and when Puck tried wake me up, I thought it was Scott so I just punched. When I woke up, he was on the floor."
Quinn burst out laughing. "That is the funniest thing I have ever heard. Puckerman getting hit by a girl."
"Quinn, I feel really bad. He has been helping me, and how do I repay him. With a black eye."
"Don't worry, B. The only thing bruised is his ego. So, you're telling me that nothing happened last night. I saw the way you two were dancing."
Rachel felt her cheeks redden. "Nothing happened," she said getting out of bed. She went over to the mirror and nervously started to run her fingers through her hair.
"Sure," Quinn said trying to hold in her laughter. "Anyway I brought you over some clothes to wear, and then we are going to go shopping, get mani/pedis, and then out to dinner," she told Rachel the day's plans.
"Shower's free," Puck yelled from the hallway.
Rachel grabbed the clothes from Quinn's extended hands and hurried into the bathroom. Quinn just rolled her eyes before going into the kitchen. She started the coffee, and was pouring herself a cup when Puck walked in. "Morning Puckerman," she said sipping her coffee.
"Can I ask why you are here so early, Fabray?" he asked pouring himself a cup.
Quinn pretended to think it over for a second. "Nope."
Puck just rolled his eyes. "So, what do you have planned for Rachel today?"
"Just a regular girl's day. Nothing that would interest you," she said sticking out her tongue. "Now instead of just standing around, help me make some breakfast."
"Of course, Queen Quinn. I loved being ordered around in my own house," Puck said even as he went to the refrigerator and got out the eggs.
"If I don't do it, no one else will," Quinn laughed mixing up some pancake mix.
Rachel walked down the hallway hearing Quinn and Puck bickering. She walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway as she watched Quinn and Puck nudge each other while making breakfast. It brought her back to her childhood when her and Kurt would have sleepovers and make breakfast at 2 in the afternoon. "So, what's to eat?" she asked making her presence known.
Both Quinn and Puck turned around to look at her. "Pancakes and eggs," Quinn told her. "Oh I knew those clothes would fit you."
"Thank you, Q," Rachel said looking down at the clothes that were given to her. Puck hadn't heard anything after he turned around. Rachel was dressed in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but Puck couldn't take his eyes off her. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"You could set the table," Quinn told her nodding to the plates and cups sitting on the counter.
"Okay," Rachel smiled grabbing everything and walking over to the breakfast nook.
"Close the mouth, Puckerman," Quinn said turning to tend to her pancakes.
Puck was snapped back into reality. "Don't know what you're talking about, Fabray?"
"Sure you don't," Quinn laughed before grabbing the pancakes and bringing them to the table. "You might want to check the eggs," she yelled over her shoulder.
"Shit," Puck yelled when he checked the eggs to see some of them burning.
"Save the eggs?" Quinn asked when Puck finally made his way to the table.
"Very funny," Puck said sitting down.
"Ready to go Rach?" Quinn asked once they were done eating and done with the dishes.
"Yeah, but what about my clothes?" she asked.
"I'll just throw them in with my laundry and give them to Quinn," Puck said taking them from Rachel's hands.
"Thanks," Rachel said with a slight blush on her cheeks. "And thank you so much for allowing me to stay here last night."
"Anytime," Puck said smirking. "Now you girls go have fun," he added ushering them out the door. With one last wave, he shut the door and grabbed his phone off the counter and pressed speed dial number three. "Hey man. Can you come over to my place? Okay thanks see you soon."
"I think you should try it on," Quinn told Rachel while holding up a black dress. "Everyone woman needs a little black dress."
"And who would I wear that for?" Rachel asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Puck?"
"Haha," Rachel fake laughed.
"You can't not admit that he isn't attractive?"
"Would Finn be happy to know that you are commenting on his best friend's looks?"
"Ew! Puckerman is like my brother. Gross thoughts, gross thoughts."
"Do you think seeing Scott was just a coincidence?" Rachel asked quietly after a few moments of silence.
"I don't know," Quinn said thinking it over. "But I don't think you should take it too lightly. Do you have somewhere to stay until you can figure out if it is?"
"Well Kurt is out of town for another 2 weeks visiting his dad. He would cut his visit short for me, but he only goes a couple times a year, so I couldn't do that to him. I'll just stay at a hotel or something," Rachel said looking through some racks.
"You are not staying at a hotel. Nope, I won't have it. Maybe I can just have Finn move everything from the guest room?" Quinn questioned to herself.
"Q, you can't do that. Where would you put everything, anyway?" Rachel pointed out.
"I don't know? A closet?"
"Quinn Fabray, I have heard how you want your wedding to be and I know that it won't fit into a closet," Rachel laughed.
"Fine, I guess you have a point," Quinn said with a shrug. "Oh, oh I know," Quinn said excitedly pulling her phone out of her purse.
"Who?" Rachel asked confused.
Quinn just shushed Rachel as she dialed a number. "Answer," she said to no one. "Finally, jeez take you long enough to answer. Yeah whatever. Anyway Rachel is staying at your house. Okay we won't, thanks bye," Quinn said into her phone before shutting it.
"Okay, who am I staying with?" Rachel asked.
"Puck," Quinn said with a smile on her face. "He is with Finn right now, and we are going to meet at your apartment so we can get your things."
Rachel felt her cheeks redden when Quinn mentioned Puck. "Okay, well when are we going to meet up?"
"Whenever the two butt holes get off the couch and call me," Quinn said with a smile. "Which is probably just around the time we are done with our manicures and pedicures," she added while pulling Rachel to the manicurist.
Quinn's phone rang just as they finished paying for their nails. "I love how predictable you two are," Quinn answered. "Okay, one second," she said into the phone. "Rach, what's your address?"
"South 6th and Howard, apartment C," Rachel said as they headed to Quinn's car.
"South 6th and Howard, apartment C," Quinn repeated. "Okay, see you in 15."
"They are creepily predictable," Rachel laughed getting into Quinn's car.
"That's what happens when you know someone for 23 years," Quinn said.
"Hey boys," Quinn yelled as she and Rachel walked down the sidewalk to meet the boys outside Rachel's apartment.
"You know I could just stay here," Rachel offered. "I mean no one can get in without a key," she added inserting her own key.
"We are taking no chances," Quinn said as they all walked to Rachel's apartment.
"Fine," Rachel gave in with a roll of her eyes. "Now it's a little messy," she said pushing open the door to her apartment.
"Whoa," Finn said looking at the apartment. Things were thrown all around the room. The four adults stepped all the way into the apartment. "When you say messy, you mean messy," Finn commented.
"Shut up," Quinn said smacking his arm. "Hon, are you ok?" Quinn asked. Rachel just kept walking through her apartment. She looked into her kitchen and saw all of her drawers opened, and most of her dishes broken on the floor. She walked to her bathroom to see all her beauty products thrown around. "Rachel, you need to talk to me," Quinn said as she followed Rachel. Finally, Rachel pushed open her bedroom door. The comforter and sheets that were once on her neatly made bed, were now strewn all over the floor. Her dresser drawers were all open, and most of her clothes had joined her sheets on the floor. Her lamp was broken and everything from her closet was thrown out. She then turned to her mirror and gasped. See you soon was written in a heart with one of her lipsticks. She suddenly broke down and fell back into Puck. He rubbed her arms reassuringly.
"It's going to be okay," he whispered quietly.
"No it's not!" Rachel yelled pulling away from him. "You don't know that it is going to be okay. You don't know him like I do. You don't know the lengths that he has gone to and will go to. You only met me a few days ago, how do you know anything about me or my life? I might as well call him up right now and tell him where I am, so he can come get me!"
"Enough!" Puck screamed shutting Rachel up quickly. "You are just going to give up and let the creep do whatever he wants to, to you? In the few days that I have known you, I have figured out that you are not the person who gives up when the going gets tough. No, I don't know what this asshole will do to get to you, but I know that you have three people in your life that aren't going to let him get anywhere near you," Puck explained calmly. Rachel looked up at Puck with wide eyes. She fell to the ground letting her emotions get to her. Puck kneeled down and pulled her into his arms, while signaling Finn and Quinn to leave the room. He pulled Rachel up and sat them both on the bed. She buried her head in his neck and he felt a trail of tears start to fall down his neck. "I can't guarantee you that everything will turn out good with sunshine and fucking rainbows, but I can tell you that I will do everything I can to protect you from this asshole."
"Sunshine and rainbows," Rachel laughed after a few moments of silence.
"That's fucking rainbows," Puck told her. "Now why don't we pack most of this up and take it over to my place," he suggested.
"Thank you, and sorry for yelling at you," Rachel said getting off the bed and heading towards the door.
Puck reached out and grabbed her hand. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he told her before pulling himself up off the bed. They walked into the kitchen to see Finn and Quinn cleaning up the broken dishes. "Finn and Quinn cleaning service?" Puck questioned with a smirk.
"Ha, ha," Quinn joked as she finished sweeping the dishes while Finn held the dustpan. "Got everything worked out?"
"I'm okay now," Rachel said lightly. "No more outbursts. I'm going to pack up my stuff, but really you guys don't need to clean this up."
"We're fine, go pack," Quinn said with a shush of her hand.
Puck and Rachel returned to her bedroom where Rachel pulled three big suitcases out from under her bed. "How did I know that you came with a lot of stuff?" he questioned.
Rachel just laughed as she started picking up her clothes off the floor and putting them in one of the suitcases. "You could help you know," Rachel laughed as Puck laid down on her bed.
"Where would the fun in that be?" Puck asked shooting her a smirk. She hit him lightly in the stomach before he got off the bed and went into her bathroom. "Am I going to find something in here that I don't want to see?" he yelled from the bathroom.
"Probably," Rachel shrugged as she picked up her shoes from the floor.
"The things I do for you," he mumbled.
"What was that?" Rachel asked not hearing what he said.
"Nothing," Puck yelled again as he picked up some of the containers on the ground. "What the hell is this?" he asked himself picking up a loofah. "I don't even want to know. Oh crap," he said when he saw the box of tampons on the floor.
"Find what you didn't want see?" Rachel asked as she walked into the bathroom.
"I am not touching them," he said looking at the tampons.
"Its not like they are going to jump out and bite you," Rachel said picking up the box. "Here, hold it."
"Nope," Puck said holding his hands up and backing up into the counter.
"For me?" Rachel asked dangling the box in front of him with a smile.
"You're lucky you're cute," Puck said pulling the box from her hand.
"I know," she said before leaning up and pressing a short kiss to his lips. Before he knew what happened she was back in her room packing.
"Hey I think I deserve something a little more for what I just did," Puck said walking into the bedroom and stopping right behind Rachel.
"And what exactly did you just do, Puckerman?" they heard from the doorway. They both jumped apart to see Quinn and Finn standing in the doorway. "Oh good, you're packed," Quinn said overlooking Rachel's suitcases. "Okay boys time to use those muscles that you claim to have."
"Hey," Finn and Puck yelled at the same time.
"Yeah, yeah," Quinn said with a wave of her hand. "Just bring the suitcases into the living room," she finished pulling Rachel into the living room. "So I thought you said there was nothing going on with you and Puckerman?"
"So maybe I lied," Rachel said quietly as the boys came into the living room.
"Liar liar," Quinn whispered nudging Rachel with her elbow. "Okay, Rach, is there anything else you need?"
"Just my DVDs," she said walking over to her cabinet and opening it.
"Holy shit," Puck said when he saw the DVDs. "How many do you have?"
"Last time I counted I think it was just under 150," she told him looking around the room for something to store them in. "Ah ha," she said seeing a laundry basket. She and Quinn started piling the DVDs into the basket. "Okay, I think that's all I need."
"Let's get going then," Quinn suggested as she and Rachel walked to the hallway. Puck and Finn looked at each other before picking up the suitcases and laundry baskets and following the girls.
"Oh I need to leave a note for my landlord, so he knows where to send my mail," Rachel said once the apartment was locked up and they were headed for the door.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Finn interjected before she could search through her purse for a pen and paper.
"Why?" she asked confused.
"What if Scott comes here again, finds out your aren't here, and asks your landlord where your mail is being sent? It would led him right to Puck's," Finn explained.
"Good point, babe," Quinn said leaning up to give him a kiss.
"I can take him," Puck mumbled under his breath.
"I know," Rachel said smiling up at him and squeezing his hand. "But how will I get my mail?"
"We'll just come back to get it, and by we I mean you and me or you and Finn. No Rachel and Quinn going here alone from now on."
"Yeah, yeah. We get it Puckerman," Quinn said with a roll of her eyes.
"No Fabray, I mean it," he said with a stern look in his eyes. "You promise me."
"Okay Puckerman I promise that neither I nor Rachel nor Rachel and I will come anywhere near here without the two BAMFs," Quinn said holding up her hand.
"BAMFs?" Rachel questioned confusedly.
"It's the nickname that Finn and Puck came up for themselves freshman year," Quinn started to explain.
"We're Bad Ass Mother Fuckers," Finn and Puck said at the same time. Rachel tried to not laugh, but failed when giggles escaped her mouth.
"You're kidding right?" Rachel questioned looking at the three people in front of her. "You're not kidding?" she asked looking at Quinn with wide eyes.
"Yup, this is what I had to put up with all through high school," Quinn said
Rachel just laughed again. "Well then, come on BAMFs," Rachel said leading the way of her apartment building to Puck's car.
"Okay, how about you and Puck go to his house and get settled in, and we all meet up for dinner around 6," Quinn suggested looking at her watch.
"Okay," everyone agreed. Puck and Rachel got into Puck's car and he drove to his apartment. "We really need to get you less things," Puck said as he carried the last of Rachel's things into his apartment.
"All you had to do was ride the elevator," Rachel laughed.
"But the walk from the car to the elevator," Puck told her before flinging himself down on the couch.
"Oh you poor, poor boy," Rachel said while walking to the couch.
Puck reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her down onto of him. Rachel gasped as they stared intently at each other. "I'm not a boy," Puck said huskily.
"Then what are you?" Rachel questioned quietly.
"A man," Puck replied, his eyes moving from hers to her lips.
"Well then you poor," Rachel said slowly leaning down. "Poor man," she whispered as their lips connected. This kiss was the total opposite of the one they shared last night. It had fire and passion. Rachel felt the same warmth run through her and moved her hands up to Puck's face. Puck's hands moved to her hair and she felt a small tug, while his lips moved to her neck. Rachel let out a small moan and she felt Puck's hips jerk slightly. She giggled and thought of ways she could get that reaction out of him again. When Puck took a breath from marking her neck, Rachel wiggled her body down his. She heard the groan that came from him and smiled. She wiggled far enough that she could get her hands underneath his shirt. She nearly moaned when she felt the muscles of his chest. She gasped when her hand ran over something metal.
"Rach," Puck groaned when she tugged on his nipple ring.
"Hmm," Rachel smirked tugging again before she started kissing her way up to Puck's lips. Puck sat them both up and quickly removed his shirt. He started to move back to Rachel's lips when the phone rang. "Leave it," Rachel said as her hands explored his chest.
"It could be important," he groaned when she went back to sucking on his neck.
"Who cares?" she questioned reaching for her own shirt.
"Not me," Puck answered as he watched Rachel pull her shirt over her head. The phone finally stopped ringing and Puck sighed before reclaiming Rachel's lips. His hands started to trail down Rachel's body, and just before his hand got to her breast the phone started to ring again. "Oh come on," Puck said as he blindly reached behind him for the phone. "What?" he barked into the phone as Rachel slumped against his chest.
"Whoa, man. What crawled up your ass?" Finn asked.
Puck focused on his breathing and the girl currently laying on him, and not his want to kill his best friend. "Nothing. Did you need something?"
"Quinn wants to know where you guys want to go to eat," Finn told them.
"Tell Fabray, I don't give a shit where. She can pick," Puck said hanging up the phone. "I swear she hates me," he mumbled under his breath. "So lets get back to what we were doing," Puck said before he realized Rachel was getting off him. "Where are you going?"
"I just realized what time it was and I still have to get everything into my room," Rachel said pulling her shirt back on. "Can you bring my suitcases into my room?" she asked walking to the guest bedroom.
"Fabray!" Puck yelled slumping back into the couch.