Love Makes You Do the Wacky

(RATED M; Q/P/R/F, P/R)

CHAPTER XII- Drips and Stains

Rachel massaged Puck's scalp to rid it of the rest of the blue slush. After fifteen minutes of scrubbing they were able to get rid of the stain forming on his face. Puck had decided to wear his shirt through the rest of the day. He insisted that it was a "badge of honor" and signified that "his girlfriend is a total BAMF!" She laughed at the ridicules notion but kept her mouth shut for the sake of her boyfriends fun and good mood.

Rachel only had to wash the tips of her hair and comb it out. Thanks to Puck's quick reflexes and the handy use of Rachel's plastic rain coat she has worn since they started dating because of the raging "slushie war", that was ended thanks to Rachel's new-found venomous tongue, Rachel was only minimally affected (appearance-wise) by the onslaught.

Puck moaned a sound of contentment as Rachel combed through his mohawk, "Mmm…." Puck sounded, "This feels good." Rachel smiled and bent down to kiss him. "You're really good at this.

Rachel laughed, "I've had a lot of practice."

Puck brow creased in shame, "I'm really sorry I ever did this to you."

Rachel pored one last cup of water over over his head and ran her fingers through his hair to get rid of lingering droplets. He sat up and she handed him a towel to run over his head to dry his hair. "It's okay."

"No it isn't," he said through the damp towel covering his face. He took it down and threw it over his shoulder before grabbing Rachel's waist and pulling her onto his lap. She ran her hand over his cheek, trying to console his feelings of guilt. They didn't talk much about his previous torture of her. It's not so much of a sore subject, but they enforced that the past was the past and that lingering just dug up hurt feelings and things to fret about. "And you know what the worst part is?" He continued on, not waiting for her answer, "It's not the way the syrup burns your eyes, or the way the cold drips… all the way to your underpants," She perrsed her lips and nodded her head in understanding, but stayed silent. "It's the humiliation." He lifted his hand to her face, rubbing her cheek and running his hands through her soft, chestnut locks. "So, yeah. It's not okay."

"Noah," Rachel began as she pulled his hand in her hair to her chest, clutching it tightly, "The guy that did that to me was Puck. He threw slushies on people, and tossed kids in dumpsters, and sprayed nerds with fire extinguishers to feed off the humiliation. Now, you're Noah." Rachel let his hand drop to her lap but kept it tight in her grasp, "You defend the people who feel that humiliation, and stop those that shove it into peoples faces. You're a good man, Noah Puckerman… and I love you. My Prince." She leaned down to kiss him, long and slow.

Noah smiled smiled, but his face dropped in despair quickly after. "I can't," he said in a low voice. "I can't deal with the humiliation, Rachel. I'm not strong enough." Rachel nodded her head solemnly. She knew what he meant. He was choosing the team over Glee. "God, I feel like such a bad Jew!" Rachel laughed humorlessly. Only he would play the Jew card at a time like this. "Rachel, I-"

She put a finger to his lips to silence him, "Please, Noah, don't say anything. Just… kiss me? One last time. For the road?" She put on a sad smile and leaned towards him. He grabbed her neck and kissed her, smashing his lips toward hers. If he was gonna kiss her for the last time then he was gonna make her remember it. He kissed her slow and sensuous.

She lifted her head and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "Goodbye, Noah." She got up and walked to the door.

"I love you… my Queen." His words made her pause. For a moment, both of them though she would run back to him and kiss him until they were breathless. And for a moment, she wanted to. But she couldn't so she straightened her back and walked out the door. She hoped he didn't notice her wiping a single tear from her cheek. He did.

Okay, I'm going to write (at least) the next two or three chapters together, because I feel that they shouldn't be kept apart. (Psst. All three have cliff hangers, so I'm being nice)

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