"Rachel?" There was a poking at her face to accompanie the word. She groaned.
"What?"
"Damn. Only make that noise again when you're absolutely sure you want me, cause that was hot."
"What do you want Noah?" She peeled back the skin of her eyelids and glared at him.
He shrugged. "I woke up."
"Why aren't you hungover or something?" She rolled to face him. "You were so drunk I had to go get you last night."
"I have a gift." He grinned, and his eyes slid over her. "As much as I enjoy the view, you might want to change into something that doesn't just tie shut."
Rachel glanced down at herself and noticed that she was still in her robe, and the front was falling open, very nearly exposing her naked chest.
She tugged the blankets up over her body, and carried them with her to her closet, stepping inside and shutting the door so that she could change.
Rachel hummed as she put on a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. Her hair had dried on its own last night, and was a curly mess. Suddenly grateful that she kept a hairbrush and mirror in her walk-in closet, she set to work tugging the knots out until her hair fell in ringlets down her back.
She stepped out, and saw Puck still laying on her bed, waiting for her.
"Come on. I'm hungry." She motioned for him to follow her, and set towards the kitchen. Her dads were at work by now, so they had the house to themselves.
"Grab what you want." Rachel jumped. "Hey!"
Puck was laughing as he grabbed her butt on his way to the fridge. "Hey yourself. You said to grab what I want, and I did."
She rolled her eyes and took a bite out of her apple.
"Rach, can we talk?" Puck said around a mouthful of still-frozen waffle.
Her heart started beating faster. "Uh, sure?"
"Do you want to go out with me?"
She hesitated for a minute. Was that all? "Yes, I would."