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Chapter 8
The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us. –Francois de La Rochefoucauld
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity. –George Bernard Shaw
"Noah, please? Just one more?" Rachel pleaded.
He grinned down at her, "Rach, I'm starving." She pouted slightly, "I mean seriously, my stomach is eating itself."
"Just one more. Then we can eat whatever you want."
He raised an eyebrow, "Anything?"
"Noah!" She replied scandalized.
"I don't have anymore tickets."
"Please."
"Fine. Wait here, I'll go buy a few more." Shaking his head he walked to the ticket stand, bought two more tickets.
She grinned at him on the way back, "Thank you." She jumped to her toes, placed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Come on, I want to try the Tilt-A-Whirl."
She grabbed his hand tugging him to line for the ride. "When I seven," He started, "my mom brought me and Finn here. She had us eat before we went on the Tilt-A-Whirl. I puked my guts out."
"Are you trying to tell me that you're going to vomit now?"
"What? No. I don't puke from pansy rides."
"Good, because I really want to spin around as much as possible."
He raised his eyebrow, "You really are a little bit of a weirdo. You know that right?"
Rachel shrugged, "I didn't get to do stuff like this when I was seven."
"What did you do?" He asked pulling the bar down over their laps.
"Acting classes, vocal lessons, dance lessons, piano lessons, guitar lessons, competitions…"
"You play the guitar?"
"Yes, why?"
"Why have I never seen you play?"
"I don't play often." She replied as the ride started up. They had barely gone around once when she slid across the bench seat pressing against Puck.
"Hey."
She grinned up at him, all bright eyes and flushed face and giggled. He lent down to kiss her, but a couple of rapid turns had him fighting to keep his lunch down instead.
"That was wonderful, Noah. I'm pretty sure that one is my favorite." She glanced up at him through her eyelashes, "Do you want to go again?"
"Not unless you want me to pull a Linda Blair and upchuck everywhere."
Shaking her head she glanced at him, "You do look a bit queasy. Come on lets get some food into you, I'm sure you'll feel better." She replied pulling him towards a concession stand.
"Know what else would make me feel better?"
She stopped, turned to him with raised eyebrows, "What?" She asked suspiciously.
"This." He tugged her closer, hands on her hips, and brushed his lips over hers. "Although, I do like where your mind's at, so remember any time you want to try out your lack of gag reflex let me know."
"You'll be the first." She replied, sending him into a coughing fit. "Now, lets get something to eat."
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, tugging her close, "Know what I would really like to eat?" He whispered in her ear as they walked to the stand.
"Noah!"
"Three." He said to the kid working the stand, "And one Pepsi, one diet. Oh, and nachos."
"You really are deplorable."
"Yeah, but it works for me." He replied exchanging money for the flimsy box full of food. "Now lets find a somewhere to sit so we can eat this shit."
"You really make it sound so appetizing." She muttered worming her way through throngs of people. When they finally found a table to sit at Rachel looked skeptically at the food. "Do you know how bad these are for you?"
Noah glanced down at his hot dogs, loaded them with ketchup and mustard, "Yeah, but they're so fucking tasty." He replied, shoving half of one in his mouth.
"That's disgusting." She muttered taking a much smaller bite of hers. The little moan she let out had him snickering, "What?"
"You just made a sex noise while eating a hot dog."
"I did not." She replied looking horrified.
"You totally did. Now I'm going to have that image in my head." He paused a moment, "Though to be honest, it's not a hot dog I'm picturing. It's my…"
"Yes, I know what you're picturing, but I can't help its really good." He snickered again, "And, yes, I know, that didn't help matters, but I haven't had a hot dog in months."
"Really?"
"They're bad for you, I don't normally eat them."
"Well since we're walking on the wild side, have a nacho. Besides I want to know what other sex noises you make."
She met his eyes, "I guess you'll have to experiment to find out."
He choked on his hot dog, just as they were announcing the start of Karaoke hour, "Holy shit! Did you just invite me to do whatever the fuck I want with you?
She grinned, "Maybe."
He looked at her through narrowed eyes trying to figure out if she meant it, "You wanna get out of here?"
Here eyebrows furrowed, "But I want to play some of the games."
"Oh, we'll play some games."
"Noah." She sighed exasperatedly, "I want to play some of the carnival games. Besides, I distinctly remember you telling me that you were going to win me stuffed animals."
"You win Rach." He glanced down at his watch, "We've still got a couple of hours before you have to be home. This way I can think of all the filthy things I'm going to do to you." He grinned as a flush worked its way across her cheeks, "Stay here a minute will you. I'm gonna go get another hot dog."
"You already had two. And almost the entire tray of nachos."
"I'm a guy, I like to eat." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"Go get your food." She replied laughing.
"Cool, see you in a sec."
Her attention was focused on a woman currently butchering Phil Collins' 'Against All Odds.' She visibly cringed as the woman got to the chorus, but was distracted by her name being called. Turning she saw Artie, Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes headed towards her.
"Are you here by yourself?" Kurt asked. He looked slightly pleased, but to his credit also looked like he was trying to hide it.
"No." She said as they sat down. "Noah is getting more food."
"You're here with Puck?" Tina asked shyly.
"Yes."
"That's cool." Tina shifted slightly in her seat.
Rachel sighed, Tina was trying to be nice and she was being short with her. "It is. He knew how much I wanted to come, since I've never been before. I was grounded, but he convinced my dads to let me come." She said with a small smile, missing the look Kurt and Mercedes shot each other.
"Dude." Artie said suddenly, "This lady is really freaking terrible."
Rachel smiled at him, "She really is."
"You should get up there and show her how it's done." He said smiling at her.
Rachel smiled back automatically; everyone has their own way of apologizing. Mike and Matt say 'hey' every time the see me, Kurt and Mercedes offered a pseudo truce, and Artie and Tina seem to be making an effort to be nice. "Maybe."
"I don't think that's going to be necessary." Kurt said as the woman finished her song. At Rachel's narrowed eyes, "No offence." He continued gesturing towards the makeshift stage.
Rachel's eyes widened as she watched Noah walk to center stage a guitar in tow. He caught her eye and grinned suggestively before starting to strum the guitar.
Hang up that red dress
Let down your hair
Cancel those reservations
There's no need to go no where
As good as you're looking right now
Girl I bet your thinkin' I'm crazy
There's a side of you that I wanna see
That never ceases to amaze me.
Gimmie that girl with her hair in a mess
Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest
That's the you that I like best
Gimmie that girl
Gimmie that girl lovin' up on me
Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans
That's the you I wanna see
Gimmie that girl
Gimmie the girl that's beautiful
Without a trace of makeup on
Barefoot in the kitchen singing her favorite song
Dancing around like a fool
Starring in her own little show
Gimmie the girl that the rest of the world
Ain't lucky enough to know
Gimmie that girl with her hair in a mess
Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest
That's the you that I like best
Gimmie that girl
Gimmie that girl lovin' up on me
Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans
That's the you I wanna see
Gimmie that girl, gimmie that girl
Gimmie that girl with her hair in a mess
Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest
That's the you that I like best
Gimmie that girl
Gimmie that girl lovin' up on me
Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans
That's the you I wanna see
Gimmie that girl, gimmie that girl
Rachel knew that they were talking to her, she could vaguely hear what sounded like whispering, but she wasn't paying attention. She was staring at Noah as he strummed the final notes and before she knew what she was doing was walking towards him. "See you later." She muttered absently to the table. Grinning she stepped in front of him.
"Hey." He said softly.
She didn't respond, just cupped his face in her hands, lifted to her toes and placed a soft kiss to his lips, "That was amazing." She murmured over the cheers and catcalls from the audience.
Puck grinned at the audience and waved before tugging Rachel behind him off the stage. He glanced around once off stage, "Hey, Joe." He called spotting a boy Rachel thought might be five or six years older than they were. "Thanks for the guitar."
"No problem, but if I knew that's all it took to have pretty girls kiss me on stage I wouldn't have let you have it."
Puck narrowed his eyes, pulled Rachel closer to him, "Mine."
"Noah!"
At the same time Joe grinned, "I get it, hands off. See ya later, dude."
Puck inclined his head as Rachel poked him in the side. "Ouch, the hell?"
"Noah, I'm not some sort of object that you can lay claim to."
"Fuck that Rachel." He turned her, gripped her hips, and pulled her flush against him. "Mine." He said again, taking her lips in an almost brutal kiss.
She simply forgot where she was, hell, forgot who she was as she gave herself over to the kiss.
He stepped back, nodded his head several times, "Mine."
She looked at him with glassy eyes, "What?"
Grinning he threw an arm over he shoulder, "Come on, lets win you some crap." He looked around, saw the game he was looking for and steered her in that direction. "How much?"
"One dollar gets ya three balls, knock all the bottles down with one ball ya can pick from the top row. Two balls from the middle row. Three from the bottom. If any of the milk bottles are still on the platform your s.o.l.."
"S.o.l.?" Rachel asked as Puck pulled a dollar from his wallet.
"Shit outta luck." He grinned as Rachel huffed. "How 'bout a good luck kiss?"
Rachel shrugged, "Couldn't hurt, besides I want that purple hippo." She tugged his collar to pull his face down to hers. Instead of the quick kiss he was expecting she kissed him. He groaned into her mouth as she tugged on his bottom lip, soothing it with her tongue, and was dimly aware of being asked if he was sure he wanted to play.
He broke away from her, slightly out of breath and raised his eyebrow, "You must really want that hippo."
Giggling Rachel stepped back to allow Puck to take aim. She squealed with excitement when his first shot had all the milk bottles flying from the pedestal. "Really?" He asked handing her the stuffed animal.
"What I like presents." She held up the hippo in two hands, staring at its face.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm naming him."
"Naming it? Why the fuck are you staring at it like you're going to make out with it any second?"
"I do not look like I'm going to make out with it. And how else are you supposed to name something?"
"How 'bout by not making out with inanimate objects."
She punched his arm, "I'm not going to make out with it." She paused a moment, "Also, I'm impressed with your increasing vocabulary, even if it is peppered with vulgarities."
"Yeah, yeah, I know all sorts of words now. You come up with a name for your make out buddy."
"Jerk." She replied sticking her tongue out at him. "And, yes, I did."
"You like me."
"I do, and you like me."
"I do. Crazy and all. So, what'd you name it?"
"Him. Gordon."
"Gordon?"
"Yes, Gordo for short."
"You gave it a nickname? That's weird."
"No it's not."
"How do you not see how weird that is?"
"…Now that's hard!" They both turned to see Coach Sylvester taking a seat on the dunk tank bench.
"Now why do you suppose she would willingly subject herself to that?" Rachel asked.
"No idea, community service? That sign says the proceeds go to some rest home."
"Huh."
"You're pathetic. My grandmother throws better than you and she's been dead for thirty years."
Rachel grinned, "Come on, I want to try."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I want to dunk her." She replied with an evil glint to her eye. "How does this work?" She asked the attendant.
"Dollar a ball, five bullseyes in a row gets you the big prizes on the top, four second from the top and so on."
"How many?" Noah asked. Rachel held out her hand wiggling all five fingers. "Alright." He handed a five to the attendant.
"Stay behind the line." The attendant muttered as Noah took the balls.
"'K, Rach," He started placing four balls on the ground next to Rachel. "You want some pointers?"
She rolled her eyes, "No, I'm fairly sure I can manage." The overwhelming sarcasm in her voice had him looking curiously at her as he handed her the first ball. He snickered when her face went dark at Coach Sylvester's taunting.
"Holy shit!" He muttered when the ball hit the bullseye with a solid thwack.
"Yes!" Rachel did a hip-shaking dance as Coach Sylvester shot her a death glare and climbed out of the dunk tank pool.
"Holy shit." He said again. "Where the fuck did you learn to throw like that Mike Leake?"
"Dad played third base for the buckeyes when he was in school."
He tossed her another ball, "How many time do you think you can hit that bullseye?"
She raised her eyebrows, grinned, "How many balls?"
She jumped and squealed each time the ball hit the bullseye, he didn't think he'd ever seen Coach Sylvester so pissed. "That," he muttered wrapping his arms around her waist, "was the most awesome thing I've ever fucking seen."
"Which one you want?" The attendant asked.
She turned in Puck's arms, "The green one."
"Where the hell have you been hiding that little talent of yours?"
She shrugged taking her prize, "I'm full of hidden surprises."
"I'll say."
"What are you going to name him?"
He looked at the stuffed gorilla in her arms, who the hell thought she'd be able to win it, "Dunno, why don't you name him?"
"Fine, even if you are taking the lazy way out." She stared at the gorilla, "Stewart."
He laughed, took the gorilla from her, wove their fingers together, "You are so weird."
At twelve forty five Puck pulled into Rachel's driveway. "Noah," she whined, "we have another fifteen minutes."
"Yeah, but I have to be home at one too." He continued seeing her skeptic look, "My mom's been anal over it ever since she found out about Quinn and the baby."
"Alright, but walk me to the door, at least."
"G'night, baby." He muttered cupping her face and kissing her softly.
"Goodnight, Noah." She murmured breathily.
"See you later."
Smiling she walked inside, surprised to see her fathers in the den. "Dad? Daddy? Were you waiting up for me?"
"We just wanted to see how everything went, sweetie, it was your first date."
She smiled dreamily, "It was wonderful, he sang to me."
"We're glad you had a good time, pumpkin. We're going to head to bed. Don't stay up too late, you have dance tomorrow morning."
"I know. Goodnight."
She practically floated up the stairs after her fathers, detouring into her room. She set Gordon down in the middle of her bed, grabbed a pair of pajamas and made her way into her bathroom. She flipped on the water singing softly to herself.
Forty minutes later she stepped out of the bathroom and shrieked in surprise. "How did you get in here?"
Puck grinned from his position on her bed, "I climbed in the window."
"How? It's on the second floor."
"I used your neighbor's tree to get onto the roof of your garage, then there's only like an eight foot difference to that little overhang outside your window, I pulled myself up and climbed in."
"That doesn't make me feel particularly safe."
"No worries, I'll protect you." He replied patting the bed next to him.
"You're really lucky my dads are heavy sleepers. How long have you been here?"
"Like ten minutes. I wanted to make sure my mom knew I was home for a while before I came here."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm glad you did."
"Hell yeah." He lowered his mouth to hers and lost himself in her immediately.
She moaned in the back of her throat as he lowered her to the bed, settled himself between her legs. He wondered if she knew she was rolling her hips like that. He pulled himself from her mouth, nipped his way along her jaw, soothing the spots with his tongue.
"God, please." Rachel muttered breathily as he found a particularly sensitive spot. He cupped her breast through her pajama top, "More."
He kissed the hollow of her throat before moving his hands to the top button of her shirt. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"Don't, not yet." She panted.
He flicked open the buttons, pushed the shirt apart just enough to see the swell of her breasts, kissed the newly exposed skin. She pressed her hand to the back of his head, pressing him to her as he licked his way from her navel to her throat.
She gasped into his mouth when he palmed her breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb. He pulled back when he felt her tugging on the bottom of his shirt so they could pull it off. Puck pushed her shirt the rest of the way off her shoulders. "So fucking hot."
He dropped his head to her breast as she blushed, captured the peak between his lips. She arched into him, "God." He chuckled softly against her skin, switching to give attention to her other breast.
She stiffened slightly under him when he hooked his fingers under her shorts and panties. Feeling the difference he pulled his fingers from her panties and slid her shorts down her legs. "Sorry." She muttered turning her head.
He gripped her chin, turned her face to him, "Don't be. I've fucking got you in bed only wearing panties." He panted. She pulled his face down to hers again.
"Fuck." He muttered as he kissed his way across her stomach.
"Hmm?"
"Jeans are fucking uncomfortable." Her hands immediately went to the button, flicking it open. He grabbed her hands, pinned them over her head. Shit, look what that does to her tits. He dropped his mouth to her breast again. "I went commando."
He glanced up at her when her hips jerked against him. The sight of her, pink from the chest up, hair fanned out, biting her lip almost had him coming right there. "'S okay." She gasped.
"You sure?"
"God, yes."
He wiggled back from her, unzipped his jeans and felt uncharacteristically shy as he dropped them. That faded quickly as her eyes widened at the sight of him. "It's okay, Rach." He said softly settling himself between her legs again.
The feel of him, hard, against her thigh had Rachel's stomach tightening. Her vision blurred slightly as he ground himself into her. She moaned again as his hands ghosted along her thighs. "Can I?"
"Okay." She breathed.
He slipped his hand slowly into her panties, flicked her clit. "Noah!"
"You're so wet, baby." He muttered against her neck. "Open your eyes." He watched her struggle to do as he asked. He slipped first one than two fingers inside her and watched as her eyes rolled back in her head.
He stroked her slowly watching every flicker of surprised pleasure cross her face. When he crooked his fingers she moaned loudly, "Shh." He muttered covering her mouth with his own.
"Please, Noah, I…I…" she panted, "I… need…"
"I know, Rach." He gasped as he felt her begin to flutter around his fingers. He used his thumb to rub her clit as he increased the pace of his fingers.
"Noah!" She cried as her back bowed off the bed then went pliant under him. He pulled his fingers out of her, wiped them on her sheets as she panted.
When she had her breath back she glanced down at him, "You didn't?"
"Nah, it's all good though." Since when the fuck has that been cool? He looked her, still flushed from her orgasm. Oh, right.
"I want to, but I've never…" She took a deep breath, looked him in the eye, "Show me."
"Here." He muttered laying back, grabbing her hand in one of his, and guiding it to his shaft. He groaned as their hands wrapped around him, as he guided her hand in a steady rhythm, showing her how tight to grasp, when to squeeze, when to twist.
It took only a few moments before he felt a familiar tightening in the pit of his stomach. "Rach, I'm gonna… gonna… gonna come." He managed.
She locked eyes with him again; her whispered, "please," was all it took to have him spilling out onto their joined hands. He fought for breath as she leaned over to pull two tissues from her nightstand. "Here."
"Thanks." He replied, cleaning up. When he was done he grabbed the tissue from her hand, pitched both into the garbage near her desk. He sat up, wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, and kissed her deeply. "You are seriously the most awesome chick alive."
She shook her head, "Thanks." She replied sarcastically, but she smiled at him. "Stay?"
He paused a moment, "I have baseball practice early tomorrow. Do you mind if I set your alarm for six? I'll have to get home and get my crap before I go."
She grinned again, "That's fine." He lay back down, covering them both with her blankets. She turned to her side, back to him, then surprised him by grabbing one of his hands in hers as she brought it to rest between her breasts. "Goodnight, Noah."
He'd never been one for snuggling after, but when it was a mostly naked Rachel Berry, whose ass was currently nestled against his crotch, even if she was still wearing panties. And his hand was currently resting between her tits. Fuck yeah he liked snuggling. "'Night, Rach."
A/N: The song Noah sings to Rachel is Gimmie That Girl by Joe Nichols.