A/N: First off I would like to say SO SORRY for taking so extremely long to update. I just got super busy and one of my worse causes of writer's block kicked in. Seriously, it was bad. I've had this chapter outlined and partially written for months but just could not get a word out!

But my downtime has return as well (it seems) as my ability to form complete sentences. Hope you enjoy! xoxo

Rachel can hear Puck's heavy breathing and he's still holding her up and has his hands placed on her hips, securing her against the wall. She just hears him say, "Rachel", and then she is forced to open her eyes and look into his.

His eyes are darker than she's ever seen them and he looking straight into hers. They're both breathing heavily and neither say a word. Puck's eyes dart to Rachel's lips again, hardly for a second before darting right back to her eyes. Rachel's hand is placed on Puck's chest, right over his heart and she can feel it beating as hard as hers. Before she can think, Rachel leans in and kisses Puck again.

This kiss is softer, their lips moving slowly and with purpose but with equal passion as the one before. Rachel sucks Puck's bottom lip into her mouth and gives him a little bite, glides her tongue over it, then slips it into his mouth when he moans.

Rachel moves her hands around his neck and lets them slide across his broad shoulders. She kneads into them when Puck brushes his thumbs on her ribcage right below her breasts. Rachel let's out a shaky breath as a shock shoots through her and lands right in her gut.

Puck's lips move from her lips down her neck and she can feel his scruff tickling her skin in the best way. He makes his way back up to her lips and she sighs, letting his tongue pass her lips.

Rachel has never felt like this before. Ever. She almost is afraid that this is really just some very very vivid dream she will wake up from. Though she is finding that even in her dreams, it never felt like this.

They break apart a second time and she can hear Puck curse under his breath. He is still holding her up against the wall, her legs still wrapped around his waist, his hands still clutching at her waist. Puck has his forehead pressed against the wall right next to Rachel's head, she can still feel his breath on her neck.

After another moment, Rachel's feet are back on the ground and Puck walks away from her, his head in his hands. Rachel looks down at her feet and while she is still feeling the rush from kissing Puck, another emotion rushes through her: guilt.

Rachel has never and never wanted to be the type of girl to kiss another person's significant other. The fact that she had actually become friends with Quinn in the short time she's been here, makes her feel even worse. She finally looks up and sees Puck with his head down, as he says, "I'm such an asshole".

"You're not, I- it-" Rachel says as she walks closer to him, putting her hand on his arm. He looks at her then. She feels even worse when she can feel the bolt of electricity and passion that runs through her body every time he looks at her.

"No, no, I just- I just- God, I'm an asshole because I have a girlfriend and I kissed you," Puck says and then sighs, "and because I still want to."

Rachel sucks in a breath when she hears that. She doesn't know what to do with herself right now. She's still standing pretty close to Puck, with her hand on his arm, and all she wants to do is kiss him again. Puck is staring at her and leans in the tiniest bit as if he was going to kiss her, but after a moment leans back and backs away from her.

"I have to go, I- I-"

She just looks down and let's out a quiet, "Oh, okay."

Puck just nods his head. Rachel thinks that this must be what heartbreak feels like. She looks up as Puck walks out of the barn and her stomach drops and she thinks this might feel worse than the guilt. The feeling that she doesn't mean more to him then just a fleeting attraction and now she can be some dirty little secret.

The first thing Rachel does after she calms down is break up with Finn. Well, not really break up since they were only causally dating with no labels, but that's not the point. The point is that no matter what happens, or what doesn't happen between herself and Puck, she knows that continuing something with Finn is not a good idea. Besides that she thinks he may have stronger feelings for her than she does for him, she doesn't want this turning into some weird, dramatic love quadrangle - that's for the movies and teen soaps, not for her life.

She talk to Finn briefly on the phone and he doesn't seems too hurt by her ending the romantic aspect of their relationship, which is refreshing and would probably bruise Rachel's ego if she wasn't so caught up with what just happened. He didn't seem all that surprised either which makes her worry if her feelings for Puck have been transparent enough for Finn to see.

The second thing Rachel does is buy a pint of chocolate ice cream, crawl into her bed, and call Kurt. He lets her cry long and hard and makes her describe every single detail of what happened so he can dissect the situation to come up with the best possible advice. He really is the best friend a girl can have.

"Honey, it's so obvious that he's completely into you and that him and Quinn probably should have ended things way before you even arrived in their little town. But you know how hard it is for people to step out of they're comfort zones. And then there's the fact that you will be leaving at the end of the summer."

Rachel sighs, "I know. I never meant to feel- feel so much. I just- it's more than just attraction now. For me, at least."

"I know. Just give him a little time and I'm sure he will talk to you about it. And if he doesn't then you know he wasn't worth it to begin with."

Rachel shoves a huge spoonful of ice cream in her mouth before saying, "Yeah, you're right. It's just really hard not knowing how he feels. And on top of that feeling so incredibly awful because of Quinn. It's just all so complicated."

"Well, my dear, if life was simple, we wouldn't enjoy the good things that happen so much."

Two days go by and Rachel still hasn't heard from Puck. She's seen him arrive and leave but she wants leaves it up to him to approach her. She's letting the heartbreak seep in and starts thinking that maybe all she was to him was a distraction. A girl from the big city that was different from all the people in his small town. A girl that he could just kiss once and get out of his system.

When the third day comes and he still has not said one word to her, that sadness turns into anger. The least he could do is discuss what happened. If anything, she thought they were at least friends and she deserved to be told to her face that it meant nothing to him.

He's the one that kissed her. He's the one that got all pissy about her and Finn. He's the one with the girlfriend of three years. But here she is, feeling a thousand different emotions, not sure of any of his, and trying to work through something she has no idea how to deal with. And what is he doing? She has no idea and it's driving her completely insane.

Rachel is laying in bed that night, not being able to sleep because her mind can not seem to shut up when she hears a gentle knock on her window.

Being from New York City, she's never had a window on the first floor of any building, so her first instinct is to grab something that can do some damage before she walks over to the window. She ends up picking up the brush she left on the nightstand and walks slowly to the window. She can see a shadow forming in the sheer curtains and the brush is ready in her hand for striking if need be and she pulls the curtain aside to see Puck standing there.

Puck sees Rachel standing there with a brush clasped tightly in her hand and raised above her head and she can see a small smile form on his lips. Rachel puts down the brush, replaces her scared expression with a pissed off one, and leans down to whisper through the window screen, "Noah, what are you doing? Trying to scare me half to death?"

His smile fades and his face looks serious, "No, I just needed to talk to you."

"I do nothing all day and you decide the best time to talk is right now?"

"Can you just let me in so we can talk?"

Rachel doesn't say anything, just opens the screen on the window up so Puck can climb in. She would laugh at how silly he looks climbing in her window if she wasn't so angry. So she just stands further back, recrosses her arms, and waits for him.

As soon as Puck is on his feet and immediately lets out, "I broke up with Quinn. I told her everything and we're over."

Rachel didn't know what she was expecting him to say when he said he wanted to talk, but it definitely was not that.

"What?"

Puck takes a few steps closer to Rachel, "Yeah, she just got back from Nashville tonight and I told her what happened. I told her that I was sorry but that we both knew that we weren't working anymore. And I told her that I was the one who initiated things and not to be angry with you-"

"You did?" Rachel asks, her eyes wide.

"Yes, and I'm sorry I waited so long to come talk to you. But I needed to finish things with Quinn first, I- I just don't think I could be around you again and not kiss you and I didn't want to keep doing that- not if I was still with someone else."

Puck looks at Rachel and he almost looks out of breath from the little speech he just made.

Rachel doesn't know what to say, which is completely rare for her because words, and talking in general, are kind of her thing. But he just said everything she could possibly want him to say and she really can not form any coherent responses.

All she knows is that she feels flutters in her stomach and a boy has never looked at her the way he is right now. So she just takes the few steps needed to be right in front of him, stands on her tip toes, and presses her lips against his.

Puck wraps his hand around the back of her neck and threads his fingers through her hair as she wraps her arms around his waist. He backs her up until the back of her knees hit the mattress and she falls back onto it pulling him with her. They scoot up the bed, him laying between her legs, one of which is bent up and she gets the urge to wrap around him. But before anything goes too far, Rachel pulls away and sighs, "Wait."

Puck rolls off her so that he is lying next to her and says, "Sorry."

Rachel smiles, "It's just that it's late and Joe's a pretty light sleeper."

Puck jolts up after that which makes Rachel giggle. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

She gets up and kisses him one more time, just a peck on the lips, "Yes."

Puck smiles and nods and climbs out of the window and waves before leaving her sight. Rachel walks back to her bed and lays down. Even though she is definitely happy right now, there's still a nagging feeling in her gut and that guilt she feels about Quinn is still lingering. She really doesn't know how to approach a situation like this. She doesn't know what to expect, but she knows she somehow has to make this right with Quinn even if that means getting a punch square in the face.

But she pushes those thoughts aside for now and decides to focus on the more pleasant things that just happened. She knows they have a lot more to talk about and things probably won't be just completely perfectly perfect, but she's thinking things won't be so bad.

So ...? Good? Bad?

Next up: Rachel and Puck figure out how to work their new relationship when they have to worry about being in such a small town and running into some exes.

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