Waking up naked, next to Rachel Berry, was an experience all in its own. Sure, they had grinded and had sex before, but waking up with her in his arms? That had never happened unless she was already awake grinding on him.
Artie brushed her hair back from her face, she looked at peace for once and the bags that were developing under her eyes were gone. School was taking its toll on her, from classes, dance practice, vocal lessons, to auditions on Broadway, she was wasting away. But he couldn't say she wasn't a hard worker. She worked hard for everything.
Like when she gave him head last night in between rounds three and four. It was amazing how she made it perfect. He had never thought that was possible, to make preparations for a blow job—he never thought it'd work that way. Cock to mouth right?
He didn't mind that much; Rachel had said he was her boyfriend and that it was her duty to make him feel everything as much as possible—and he had never been happier. It was odd, he was dating Rachel fucking Berry and he had never noticed, although Puck had made a few comments when they found him pigging out on their food, after he broke into their apartment.
"Dude, you're like, totally hitting that now?" Puck motioned towards Rachel walking down the hall. "You, like, dating her or something now?"
"I don't think so." Artie shrugged as Puck handed him the lettuce from inside the fridge.
"You must be, Rach doesn't sleep around. My little Jewish American Princess wouldn't do that. She's too good. Hurt her and I'll kill you, she's like…my best friend." With that Puck patted him on the back and walked down the hall, following Rachel.
Puck had made it clear that Rachel was just his friend, but Artie wasn't too sure. Puck did get around, but now that he (Artie) was dating Rachel Berry, he didn't care what Puck thought about her. Rachel was his…sort of.