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Make Me Forget

Chapter 6 – Surprises

Puck came home from football practice exhausted, but when he saw Rachel sitting on his bed he smiled and closed the door behind him. He dumped his gear and went over to brush his lips across hers.

"Hey you," he said softly and Rachel smiled shyly.

"Hey," she replied leaning up to kiss him again.

Seeing Puck after practice was one of Rachel's favorite times to see him. At first she had been a bit grossed out; he was always all sweaty and frankly, he stunk a little. But now that Rachel had gotten used to it, she found the fact he was sweaty a bit of a turn on, and as for the smell, well, he sprayed himself with deodorant now after she commented on the smell the first time and the deodorant mixed with his smell was intoxicating.

"Don't you have anything better to do than stalk me?" Puck asked her chuckling as he went to retrieve some spare clothes so he could go have a shower.

"Nope," Rachel retorted making a face at him and Puck grinned.

"Be right back," he told her heading for the door but she jumped up and placed a hand on his arm.

"Wait, I...I want to have a shower with you," she told him, and Puck gave her a quizzical look but didn't question it.

"My mom's downstairs," he informed her then opened his door and checked the halls. Coast was clear. He walked to the bathroom door then gestured for Rachel to dart across the hallway then he locked the bathroom door behind her.

Rachel watched as Puck stripped off. Since Matt had told her that the Slushie War was Puck's idea in response to Crawley slushieing her, she had been wracking her brains for some way to thank him. She had finally come up with the perfect thank you and was nervous but extremely eager. She was going to give him a blow job. She'd never tried one before so she was apprehensive but she had been studying online and had borrowed Kurt's Cosmopolitan magazines in preparation and she felt that she was well informed. Rachel stripped off her shirt and then slid out of her jeans. Noah paused to watch her, that smile on his face. The one that made her weak in the knees and fire shoot through her belly. Rachel took off her bra and underwear then pushed him into the shower and squeezed in with him. He turned on the water and they both tilted their heads up to feel the spray. Noah reached out and pushed her hair back from her face moving in to kiss her and she kissed him back hungrily. He moved to touch her more but Rachel placed his hands down by his sides and squeezed some soap into her hands. She ran her hands down his body and Noah groaned softly. She continued lathering him up with soap carefully cleaning each part of him, and when she got to his manhood it was already standing erect. Rachel then rinsed him off pressing kisses against his chest.

"Noah, I wanted to try something," she whispered and Noah snapped his eyes open to stare at her, not sure what it was she wanted to try. Rachel slowly sank to her knees and Noah silently cheered for the blow job he was about to receive. He hadn't had a blow job in months. This was officially the best day ever. Noah stared down at her in anticipation. Her plump lips opened and her eyes were staring up at him. Noah readied himself and closed his eyes.

"Noah!"

Noah nearly jumped out of his skin when Rachel's mouth enveloped him completely while his mother's voice came from the other side of the bathroom door. So not the position he wanted to be in; his dick in Rachel's mouth while trying to have a conversation with his mother. He could feel Rachel's mouth smile as her head bobbed slowly up and down, hesitant at first but she became more confident quickly.

"Ye...yeah," Noah managed to say, his voice more high pitched than usual. He was trying to concentrate on his mom and not Rachel but it was hard with Rachel's lips around him and her tongue that was swirling his tip...oh God. Noah's hand moved to her hair, the other pressed against the shower glass holding him up.

"I'm going to work; Hannah is at a sleep over. You will have to organize your own dinner, okay?" Noah's mom's voice came through the door again and he tried to pull out of Rachel's mouth so he could concentrate but her hands slid around to his butt and held him in place. He moaned softly.

"Yeah...okay," he had difficulty speaking as Rachel kept moving her mouth over him.

"No visitors okay?" his mom spoke up again and Noah sorely wished that she would just leave so he could enjoy this moment.

"Okay," he spat out hurriedly thinking she would leave. Rachel giggled at his predicament and the noise caused a soft hum in her throat that nearly had Noah groaning out loud.

"Bye honey," his mom called out and when Noah didn't reply straight away she knocked on the door, "Noah?"

"Bye mom," Noah yelled as Rachel deep throated him and they could hear footsteps walking away, finally. Rachel deep throated him again and that was all Noah could take.

Noah pulled back from her as he came, his release spraying onto the tiled shower floor. He was breathing hard and Rachel stood up and quickly washed her mouth out with water before grinning at him.

"You are a very bad girl Rachel Berry," Noah told her pressing her up against the glass shower wall and molding his slick body against hers. Her arms wound around his neck as she kissed him. Noah buried his face in her neck, sucking the sensitive skin.

"Thank you for starting a war over me," she whispered, and Noah smiled against her, happy that she knew he had defended her. Happy that she was finally seeing him.

No one was more surprised than Rachel when Kurt and Mercedes turned up on her doorstep one afternoon while Puck was at football practice. She barely had time to say hello before Kurt grabbed her wrist and started dragging her to his car. Mercedes rushed inside to grab Rachel's bag and keys and locked the front door joining them at the car.

"Unhand me Kurt!" Rachel protested wondering if her friends had lost their minds. This was kidnapping, her daddy's had a lawyer on call and she wasn't opposed to prosecution.

"We are giving you a makeover," Kurt announcing clasping his hands together with glee and Rachel frowned at him.

"I don't need a makeover," she retorted a little offended. Kurt placed his hand on her shoulder shaking his head.

"Oh honey, yes you do."

Rachel knew arguing with Kurt was futile but she refused to dignify his comment with an answer and huffily entered his car. Mercedes and Kurt jumped into the car and drove to the mall.

Lucky for Rachel her dad gave her a credit card to be used in emergencies and Kurt told her this was definitely an emergency. They took her to the hairdresser first, where they cut and straightened her hair, then to clothing stores where Kurt and Mercedes picked her outfits. Once they were finished, Kurt and Mercedes stood there looking her over.

"She is magnific!" Kurt declared putting on an awful French accent and Mercedes nodded.

"Damn boy, you know your stuff," Mercedes complimented him and Kurt took a mock bow.

Kurt and Mercedes looked at each other proudly and turned Rachel to the mirror. Rachel was shocked at how different she looked. They had bought her a lot of jeans and tight t-shirts, loud jewelery, she looked; normal. Rachel smiled at her reflection wondering briefly if she looked better than Quinn. Quinn had the whole 'innocent but not look' happening, but Rachel was really staring to love her 'new Rachel' look.

"Thank you for all your effort but I fear your attempts are fruitless, Finn won't notice me while Quinn is pregnant with his baby," Rachel said to them turning this way and that to inspect herself and Mercedes gave her a look that clearly said she was crazy and quipped mysteriously.

"Who said anything about Finn noticing you?"

Puck shifted uncomfortably on Kurt Hummel's doorstep and knocked on the door. He had found a text on his phone after football practice, which Kurt had skipped without explanation, that Kurt had something that Puck would want to see. Puck had no idea what Kurt had that he thought Puck would want to see but he figured he would humor him. The door opened to reveal a middle aged man Puck had to assume was Kurt's dad.

"Hey is Kurt here?" Puck asked politely and Kurt's dad stared at him.

"He's on his way home now," Kurt's dad said giving him a weird look and Puck wondered if something was wrong with what he was wearing or something. Puck was used to weird looks from parents, the Mohawk kind of attracted them, but Kurt's dad was giving him a weird, weird look.

"I'm Puck, his friend," Puck figured he better introduce himself and act friendly.

"His friend...oh his friend," Kurt's dad looked like something clicked in his head as he stepped back from the door and gestured inside, "Come on in."

Puck hesitantly walked inside wishing that Kurt would hurry. His dad was giving him the creeps. Kurt's dad kept glancing at him but he led Puck into the living room. Puck took a seat on the lounge awkwardly while Kurt's dad stood by the TV arms folded.

"Can I get you a drink?" Kurt's dad asked and Puck jumped at the chance for something to do other than sit there and be stared at. He felt like a bug under a microscope.

"Yeah thanks," he accepted and Kurt's dad retreated to the kitchen, returning a couple of seconds later with a beer for himself and a soft drink for Puck. Right now, Puck would have preferred the beer. Kurt's dad gave him that strange look again.

"Do I have something on my face?" Puck asked him worriedly and Kurt's dad shook his head.

"No, no, I just didn't think it would happen so soon," Kurt's dad said more to himself than to Puck and Puck shifted uncomfortably on the lounge.

"What would happen so soon?" Puck asked frowning and Kurt's dad took a long drink of his beer before answering.

"Kurt getting a boyfriend."

Puck promptly spat his drink all over the floor. Kurt's dad thought he was GAY? Puck was a stud, he practically oozed masculinity, how could Kurt's dad think HE, Noah Puckerman, was gay? Kurt's dad was too wrapped up in inspecting him to notice he had sprayed soda all over the carpet.

"You don't strike me as a gay but I guess it takes all types," Kurt's dad commented giving him a small accepting smile and Puck jumped to his feet.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not gay," Puck denied vehemently and Kurt's dad gave him a pitying look. Like he thought Puck was too shy to come out of the closet.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I thought..."

"I like girls," Puck told him and since Mr. Hummel looked a little less than convinced Puck added, "a lot, I love girls, and I love sex with girls, I am definitely into chicks."

"Honey, we're home!" Kurt cried out walking into the house and Puck mentally groaned. Kurt's dad definitely thought Puck was Kurt's boyfriend now.

"Hummel what is so important that I had to drag my ass all the way here from practice? Which you missed by the way, Coach is pissed and..." Puck's speech broke off as he saw Rachel walk into the room behind Mercedes. Her hair had been straightened and she now had a straight cut fringe that framed her face. She was wearing tight jeans and a rock chic t-shirt, with a leather band on one arm. She looked...Puck was sure he had a hard on.

"Rachel needs a ride home," Kurt announced in a sing song voice handing Puck the bags he was carrying that had all Rachel's new clothes and make up inside. Puck wordlessly took the bags and walked out to his car with Rachel in tow. He felt like he'd been whacked upside the head by a two-by-four.

Mercedes and Kurt watched them hop into Puck's truck and drive away with matching smug smiles on their faces.

"Mission accomplished," Mercedes congratulated him with a high five and they grinned at each other.

Operation: Make Rachel See That Puck Was Perfect For Her had commenced, it was up to Rachel to open her eyes now.

Puck drove in silence and Rachel shifted awkwardly, not knowing how she felt in these new clothes. Puck hadn't said anything, and now Rachel felt like she had made a huge mistake letting Kurt and Mercedes do this to her. She probably looked ridiculous.

"What happened to you?" Puck finally asked and Rachel looked down at her hands as they fidgeted nervously in her lap.

"Mercedes and Kurt," she said simply, as if that explained everything, which it did.

"I like it," Puck said surely and Rachel looked up at him smiling.

"I feel kind of silly," she admitted and Puck grinned.

"You don't look silly, you look good in everything," he told her, and Rachel felt her smile grow, and Puck frowned asking, "So your sweaters and short skirts are a thing of the past?"

When Rachel nodded he looked sad almost.

"I'm going to miss those skirts and knee high socks," he mourned the loss comically and Rachel laughed.

"I've still got them all at home," Rachel hastened to assure him, and then she grinned, "Want me to wear them for you tonight?"

Puck rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Berry, do you really have to ask?"

Rachel felt everyone's eyes on her as she walked into school. She hurried to her locker, eager to get to class and away from the stares and found Finn standing there. He stared at her in shock, and then smiled appreciatively.

"Hey Rachel, you look nice," he complimented her and Rachel expected to feel her heart jump into her throat but instead there was just a dull beating.

"Thanks, Mercedes and Kurt got to me," Rachel explained a little awkwardly opening up her locker and grabbing her books.

"It suits you," Finn assured her smiling charmingly, "But you look great whatever you wear."

Rachel walked to class and realized that Finn said the same thing that Puck already had. Maybe Finn and Puck weren't so different after all. Speaking of, Puck suddenly appeared beside her, walking with her to class.

"Looking good," he said skimming his eyes over her ass appreciatively.

"People are staring at me," Rachel hissed at him as they walked and Puck looked around and found she was right. People were staring, but it was in a good way.

"Berry, they will get over this in a week," he told her then he turned and strutted away to his next class and Rachel watched him go, hoping he was right.

It took three days for people to stop staring, and Rachel was happy with her new look and happy that people started accepting her as she was. She was changing and she liked it.

Rachel jumped when Noah climbed in through her window. They hadn't scheduled anything today, but he always dropped around when he felt like it and she did too. It had been a month since they began their agreement and so far the arrangement was working well for both parties. There was no talk of feelings, which Rachel was grateful for. She didn't know how to define the way she felt about Noah. It was a mixture of everything. All she knew was she didn't think of Finn that much anymore and for the first time in her life she felt normal, and it was wonderful.

"Happy one month sex buddy anniversary," Noah cheered handing her a box of chocolates and a package in wrapping paper. Rachel raised an eyebrow at him. Did sex buddies have anniversaries? Well Noah had more experience with this sort of thing, he had to know.

"I didn't get you anything," Rachel commented a little sadly, upset that she hadn't known they were supposed buy each other something and Noah just shrugged smiling secretively.

"I got something for both of us," he informed her nodding at the present and Rachel ripped open the wrapping and stared down at her gift a smile coming to her face.

"Chocolate body paint?"

Noah just grinned and sat down on her bed expectantly while Rachel grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head grinning wickedly. They still had time before school started.

Later that night Rachel was studying while Puck lay on her bed watching her. The first couple of times he did it she had felt kind of weird, but now she was used to him watching her. Their nights had fallen into something of a pattern. They would alternate houses; but after dinner they would sneak over to the other's house in through the window, and Rachel would study while Puck watched her, or played his guitar if he was at his house. Then they would fool around and Rachel would fall asleep in his arms. They would wake up and go to school. Wash, rinse, repeat. It worked for them. Rachel had never felt so relaxed in her entire life.

A lock of hair fell across her face blocking her from Puck's view and Puck reached out a hand to brush the hair behind her ear.

"You're beautiful," Puck whispered leaning in to kiss her before he settled back onto her bed and turned on his iPod closing his eyes and tapping his foot along to the music.

Rachel stared at him in shock and wonder. She was dressed in a pair of track pants and a tank top, her hair was a mess, and she was sure she looked plain and ordinary, yet he thought she was beautiful. Her heart started thumping just that little bit faster. It wasn't the normal lust she felt when Puck touched her. It was something else, something different.

What on Earth was happening to her? Rachel shook her head and folded her book closed. She had to stop having these thoughts, and the best way she knew not to think was to have sex with Noah. He didn't complain when she crawled on top of him.

Puck jogged to catch up with Rachel on the way to Glee and Rachel smiled happily when she saw him. They easily fell into step together.

"I haven't been slushied for two weeks, two whole weeks Noah," Rachel exclaimed with delight and Puck smiled.

"Well I don't think you will be getting anymore," he assured her and Rachel placed a hand on his forearm.

"I'm so grateful you came up with the slushie war," Rachel said softly and Puck glanced down at the ground.

"No big deal," he said quickly and they two of them entered Glee, their conversation ending.

Rehearsal was always a painful experience for Puck. He hated watching Rachel and Finn dance around each other. He wondered how Quinn could take it. For her part Quinn was doing a good job of ignoring what was going on. Puck stared at Rachel's form as Finn spun her under his arm and Rachel turned her head and looked directly at him. Puck froze and messed up his dance step bumping into Mercedes who cursed him under her breath. Rachel had never looked at him when she was singing with Finn before. Puck smiled. Maybe there was a chance for him.

Rachel couldn't stop glancing back at Puck from where he was in the backing vocals. It was like he was a magnet. It might have been the tight shirt he was wearing today that showed off his muscles, or the tight jeans, or the fact that since she had found out he had been the one to organize the Slushie War she had been obsessed with wondering about why he would do that for her. He kept on surprising her. Rachel had thought she had known who Puck was. This cougar-chasing, brash, conceited jock that only looked out for himself. But this boy she was involved with, he was nothing like she had thought. He was kind, and sweet, and caring, he hung out with her friends, he told her she was beautiful. Rachel tore her eyes away from him. What they had was good, what they had was working. Rachel wouldn't change a thing.

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