My Guardian Angel
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 8

"Kiss me," Rachel declared, slamming the door to her car behind her. "Kiss me, Noah Puckerman," She demanded, walking towards the boy who had his back to her, facing the town that they both despised. He turned around slowly, raising a gentle eyebrow at her before walking towards her with quick, long, determined strides and wrapping his arms around her waist, his hands settling on her hips as he held her close, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"As you wish," He whispered before doing exactly as she'd asked, pressing his lips softly to her and pulling her just a tad closer to him as her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her as she deepened the kiss with his response from her favorite non-musical movie, Princess Bride.

"Why'd you want me to-"He began when they broke apart for air, but was cut off by her pulling his face down to hers, kissing him once again. "Does this mean you made up your mind?" He asked quickly as she broke away for another breath of air. She didn't answer him. She just started kissing him again, this time with her tongue skimming his bottom lip before darting into his mouth to meet his own. She moaned into the kiss as she took her tongue back and started to nibble on his bottom lip in that way he'd always liked from their few semi-hook-ups.

When she broke away to breath this time, he placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping her at a distance as he frowned down at her.

"Rachel, I can only do this if you promise me that you made up your mind and decided to pick me, alright? I can't just set myself up to get hurt, because I've done that too many times when it came to you. I love you too much to do this right now and have you end up running back to Finn's arms when you're done with me, alright?" He asked her, all the pain from their past hook-ups coming back into his eyes at that moment and flooding his face with so much heartbreak that it started to crush Rachel a little bit. She'd never realized how much it could have hurt him, every time they'd gotten together for a good make-out, just to have it end because of Finn Hudson.

"I pick you, Noah, I do. I really, honestly, truthfully pick you. And I should have picked you a long time ago, because I don't love Finn and I never did," She told him as she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Can we go to your truck?" She asked, glancing at his backed upped truck, with the bed over looking the town. They'd always spent their times at the over pass cuddled up together in the bed of the truck, staring at the town they couldn't wait to get out of.

"Yeah, we can do whatever you want," He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and bringing her towards the truck bed, lifting her up onto the truck bed, hopping up to join her as they put their backs against the back of the truck, Puck's arm wrapped around Rachel's shoulders as her head rested on his chest. "By the way, I love you, Berry, and I always have, just in case you never figured that one out," He said, pulling her a little bit closer to him as he stared down at the beautiful girl that was albeit in his lap.

"I know, Noah," She sighed, reaching up and giving him another kiss, deepening it almost instantly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She pushed him down into a lying position and deepened the kiss once more, moaning softly when he moved down to trace a trail of kisses down her neck and then back up to her mouth. She reached for his shirt, pulling it upwards quickly, breaking their kiss for just a few seconds so that she could remove his shirt, setting her hands on his bare chest and moving it down across his abs, fingering his nipple ring for a second before smiling down at him slyly, a wicked grin forming across her usually angelic features.

"Woah, Rachel...slow down a little...I mean...I've been waiting for this moment for years but...are you sure?" He whispered, breaking the kiss for a second.

"Noah, I want you, alright? I've been waiting for this just as long as you have, so stop trying to put it off to make it all romantic and stuff. We're under the stars right now, so shut up and let's go," She said.

"Okay, okay," He laughed, rolling over so that he was on top. "Let's do this thing," He grinned.

She responded with a sly grin and by pulling him closer to her.

"Wait," He said, pushing away. She groaned as she rolled her eyes, letting out an impatient sigh. "Just...I mean, if we're gonna do this...should we go in my truck, or do you want to come over or something? This can't be-"

"Noah," She giggled at his sheepish, embarrassed ways. She loved that she was the only person allowed to see this side of him. The real Noah Puckerman, who wasn't perfect or tough all the time. The one who wasn't a complete and total bad ass who didn't care about anyone or anything, as long as he got a girl in his bed each and every night. She was allowed to get a sneak peak into the life of the real Noah Puckerman, and she was the only person allowed to do so, and she loved knowing that she got to know him in ways that nobody else in the world would ever be able to know him. It made what they had even more special than the love that they shared for one another.

He stopped talking and stared down at her, his eyes no longer filled with sadness and pain, but complete and utter sheet happiness and love as he looked down at her. It was so different from the lustful glances that Finn gave her when they did it. That just made her even more sure, and made her just a little bit more impatient to be with him.

"Shut up and make love to me already, okay?" She sighed, rolling her eyes at him. She honestly didn't care about the romantics of the situation or their location. She didn't care that they technically weren't together yet and she didn't care about where they were doing it or why. She just wanted to be with him and she wanted it to happen now, caught up in the moment of both of them finally admitting their love for one another for the first time. "Okay?" She repeated as he stared down at her in amazement. And then he listened to her.

An hour later, Rachel was lying on her back with Puck's arm draped around her as she rested her head on his chest, her knees bent as they stared at the stars over their stupid town, writing something down in a notebook.

"Whatcha writing?" He asked her, reaching for the notebook and taking it from her, closing the book and studying the cover. She could feel his grip tense and tightened as he held onto her. He wasn't pulling her any closer to him, but he was holding her much tighter than he had been before, and she knew the exact reason for that. "Why are you working on your plans for you wedding with Finn?" He asked softly, pushing away from her so that he was no longer holding her, bringing himself into an slightly upright position, propped up on one elbow as he stared down at her, his eyebrows forming a tiny little V with an adorable little crease between the two of them.

"Noah, please don't-"

"You promised me, Rach. You swore that you were picking me over him and you wanted to be with me, not him. He promised that it would be different this time, and here you are, after we freaking have sex, writing in your stupid, furry little pink notebook that's full of your plans for your wedding with Finn freaking Hudson. Seriously, why does he have to get worse every time you bail on me for him and pick me over him? Why aren't I good enough for you, Rachel?" He asked, frowning at her with hurt filled eyes.

"Will you please just calm down and listen to me? I'm not working on plans for the wedding, alright? Please don't just rush to assume that I'm picking him over you, because I'm not. In fact, if you'd open that up to what I've most recently written, you'd understand exactly what was going on, alright?" She told him, her voice lacking an anger, which surprised him.

He sighed as he flipped open the book and skimmed through the pages, finding the most recent comment she'd written in her curly, girly little sprawl in her hot pink writing that was almost impossible to read, especially in the near darkness.

Break the news to Finn that I'm picking Noah...

He took a deep breath as he tossed the book aside and rolled himself over as he took his position on top of her once again, staring down into her dark chocolate colored eyes with his own hazelnut colored ones, smiling as he reached down and gave her a quick, gentle peck on the lips before rolling back over to his original position, pulling her into his arms with her head resting on his chest as he traced patterns into her arm with his finger.

"I'm sorry I doubted you," He mumbled into her hair, doing something that nobody would ever expect Noah Puckerman, residential bad ass of McKinley high school to do to anybody, especially a girl-especially after sleeping with her. But, with Rachel, everything was different. He was no longer Puck, the Grade A bad ass that everybody cowered in fear of. He was Noah, in stead, the Jewish-momma's boy who would do anything for the girl he loved and to make his mother proud of him. "And, I'd like to help you break the news to Finn, if you'd let me," He told her, giving the top of her head a gentle, slow kiss on the head as he tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer to him this time around.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you think that you had a choice in the matter? I thought you knew that you were going to help me. And we're going to tell everybody in Glee on Monday, alright? And you know that that means we're going to be singing a duet in order to do so," She said happily as she rolled over and gave him a long, lingering kiss directly on the lips before he could protest. And, just as she'd known he would, he nodded blankly, eagerly leaning in for another kiss before pushing her away and telling her they should start getting home.

She sighed as she grabbed her jeans, sliding on the tight, skinny denim material, giving Puck a kiss as she leaned over him to select her shirt from the other side of him. She pulled the black tee shirt over her head and smiled a teasing smile at him.

"Are you going to start getting dressed?" She teased him.

"I'd rather watch you," He drawled, watching her already dressed figure crawl to the end of his truck bed and drop to the ground. "You're so damn sexy, Rachel, and I can't believe you're all mine now," He told her as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, crawling towards the edge of the truck bed, shirtless, to watch her walk away.

"Am I?" She asked him, that teasing smile still in place. He frowned in confusion. "Am I really all yours, because I'm not so sure that I ever agreed to that. I actually don't recall being asked if I agreed with that sentiment," She informed him walking back towards the truck bed and smiling at him with an eyebrow raised as if to tell him to take the hint. He frowned in confusion for a little while longer before shaking his head, realization dawning on him as he started to smile, a broad grin taking over his face.

"Rachel Barbra Berry, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" He asked her, his crooked, arrogant, rebel without a cause grin on his face.

"Yes," She said with a smile, turning on her heel and heading back towards her car.

"All I get is a yes?" He called after her as she disappeared into the darkness.

"Yup," She called over her shoulder, unlocking her door and pulling the door open.

Suddenly he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he twirled her around.

"I don't think so," He frowned, shaking his head at her as he leaned down and kissed her, long and hard, leaning her back up against her car.

"Okay," She smiled at him. "I love you, but I really need to go home now-I'll see you tomorrow," She said, giving him one more quick kiss before crawling into her car and driving away, leaving a smiling Puck, standing there in the darkness, watching his girlfriend drive away.

And then it dawned on him.

"Rachel Berry's my girlfriend and I just freaking slept with her," He said to himself, unable to believe any of it.

And then another thing dawned on him.

"I just freaking slept with my best friend's fiancee," He said softly, shaking his head. "Damn it!" He swore as he raced back to his truck.