This one has a T rating, maybe even close to a mild M for Puck's mouth, and some lack of clothing.

This was fucking ridiculous.

Yeah, they won Regionals, so obviously it meant that a celebration was in order, but how the fuck did the rest of the junior and senior class end up clogging up Brittany's god damn house too? He thought it was only supposed to be the glee club kids, and some of Kurt's friends from that other school. But no. It was like every body on the fucking planet was here.

But that wasn't why he was so irritable.

He couldn't find Berry any-fucking-where. He'd been searching for at least ten minutes, and Brittany's house wasn't that big.

He walked up to Finn, who was sitting with a tipsy Santana in his lap.

"Dude, you seen Rachel?" he asked, needing to shout over the loud music and voices of the party.

"Yeah, her and Quinn went that way like, ten minutes ago. They both had a bottle of vodka and some soda, dude, so good luck." Finn chuckled.

Puck chuckled and shook his head, heading in the direction Finn pointed. Since Berry and Quinn had become friends, they were fucking inseparable, and always up to shit. He knew that putting that much alcohol in their systems while they were together wasn't going to mean good shit happened.

"Whoa, baby, that's fucking perfect!" he heard from the end of the hallway. It sounded like Azimio. His brow furrowed, and then his heart stopped when he heard Rachel and Quinn giggling in response. "You wanna be famous, dontcha, Berry? Modeling is a great way to break into the biz."

Puck sprinted down the hallway and threw the door open, finding himself in Brittany's dad's library, which was off limits. Or at least it was supposed to be.

But he didn't give a fuck where they were. What he gave a LOT of fucks about was the fact that Rachel and Quinn were standing in front of the bookshelf, grinning cheerily at Azimio and some other hockey player while the two ass holes took pictures. Fuck, even that he could have handled. It was the fact that Rachel's skirt was on the floor, and Quinn's shirt was wide open. Rachel was standing there in the yellow t-shirt she'd worn to the party, and a pair of orange boyshort panties. And Azimio was taking. Fucking. Pictures.

"Noah!" Rachel beamed, tossing a book into the air.

"It's Puck!" Quinn grinned, dropping the books she was holding as Rachel threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" he shouted, so angry that he couldn't even move.

"Chill your shit, man." Azimio's friend said. For once, it wasn't Karofsky. "We're just having a good time."

"Getting drunk girls to take their fucking clothes off so you can take pictures?" he snapped.

"Noah, what's wrong?" Rachel said, pulling back and looking up at him. "Quinn and I were juss pretending to be models!" she slurred.

Quinn was at his other side giggling, and he wrapped an arm around each of them. He looked down to see that Quinn's shirt wasn't just open, it was ripped open. "You ripped her fucking shirt?" he shouted.

"Whoa, dude, chill!" Azimio shouted back. "Berry ripped her shirt. We didn't touch 'em."

"Yet." the other guy smirked as he flipped through the pictures on his camera. Puck legit couldn't remember ever being so fucking pissed off.

He gently pushed Quinn and Rachel towards the corner of the room before turning on Azimio's friend. He yanked the camera out of his hand before chucking it at the wall of books, watching as the pieces flew everywhere.

"The fuck, man?" the ass hole shouted. "That was my fucking dad's camera, ass hole!"

"And now it's his broken camera!" Puck responded before gripping the collar of his jacket and yanking him out of the way so he could get to Azimio's camera. Azimio tried to keep it out of his reach, but Puck drew back and punched him in the jaw. Surprised, Azimio fell down and Puck grabbed the camera, hurling it at the opposite wall just as he'd done to the other one.

"Noah!" Rachel screamed from the corner, and Puck turned just in time to feel a fist connect with his face, sending him stumbling and tripping over Azimio. He probably should have felt a little bad when he stopped on the other guy's junk, but truthfully, the ass hole was lucky that Puck didn't just push harder.

Puck threw himself at the other hockey guy, both of them falling to the ground. He punched him twice in the jaw before standing up and moving swiftly over to the scantily clad pair of girls who were hugging each other in the corner. Under different circumstances, it would have been a fucking dream come true.

"Look out!" Quinn shouted, and Puck wrapped his arms around them both, yanking them out of the room just as Azimio's friend threw himself towards the group. Puck moved out of the way just in time for the douche bag to throw himself right into the wall. Puck yanked the door shut behind him and looked around wildly, trying to find Finn, or Sam, or any fucking male that could give Quinn a shirt. He peeled off his leather jacket and slung it over Berry's shoulders before pulling off the white t-shirt he had on underneath it and giving it to Quinn.

"That was highly unecesesesarry, Noah!" Rachel struggled to get the word out.

"I agree!" Quinn pouted as she tried to remember how to put a shirt on. He pulled her head out of the arm hole and righted it for her before heading back down the hallway, intent on finding Sam.

"What the hell?"

As if answering his prayers, Sam walked out of the kitchen.

"Dude, I swear to fucking God, this isn't what it looks like."

"Sam!" Quinn whined, leaping towards him and wrapping herself around him like a damn monkey. "Puck ruined our fun!"

"Yes he did!" Rachel said, throwing the jacket to the floor angrily.

"What the hell happened?" Sam asked, wrapping his arms around Quinn. "And why the hell are you wearing his shirt?" he asked her. His eyes widened considerably when he saw Rachel's attire. Or rather, lack thereof.

"Rachel ripped mine." she nodded matter of factly. "We were just being models!"

Puck bent over and picked up his jacket, stubbornly putting it over Rachel's shoulders again.

"Models for who? Hugh Hefner?" Sam said, and Puck could see the anger on the blonde boy's face.

"For Azimio and some fucking puck-head." he answered, just as Rachel threw the coat to the floor again. "Fuck, Rachel, cover yourself the fuck up!" he shouted.

"You're a bully!" she shouted back, poking him in the chest. "We were juss havin' fun, Noah!" she slurred.

"Fuck this, we're leaving." he snapped. He didn't give a fuck that her skirt was still in the library, or that she clearly didn't want to leave with him. He grabbed her elbow gently and headed for the front door. Looking over his shoulder to Sam he shouted, "And you might wanna take your girlfriend and get out. Azimio and that fuck head are pissed."

"Unhandle me!" Rachel shouted as he practically dragged her out, ignoring all the curious stares, and definitely ignoring all the eyes roaming up and down Rachel's bare legs.

"Shut up." he told her, and she gasped.

"You're incor-gib-le!" she said, still struggling to get away from him as he opened the front door. She legit started holding onto the door frame. "You're not my boss!" she shouted.

"Fine, Berry. We'll do this the hard way." he said, turning and bending over to scoop her up over his shoulder. She squealed as he lifted her, and he felt her scratching at his bare back to get a hold of something.

"Noah! Pummeedown!" she screamed. "Rihnow!"

"As soon as we get to my truck." he said, and she screamed even louder, kicking her legs. He growled as she narrowly avoided kicking him in the face with her heel. He gripped her legs tightly and she squawked in protest. "Shut up, you sound like a fuckin' bird." he said as he opened the passenger side door of his truck, tossing her in. Before she could get up, he grabbed the seat belt and strapped her in, confident that she was too drunk to unfasten it by herself.

Sure enough, when he got to the other side of his truck and climbed in, she was tugging and muttering uselessly. "Knock it off, Berry. You're not getting out until we get to your house." he snapped.

"Wuddif my dads-er home?" she slurred and he glanced over at her to see that her head was lolling back against the head rest. That meant she was close to passing out.

"They're not. You told Santana earlier. She told me." he responded as he pulled out of Brittany's driveway.

"I hate thashee still talksta you." she mumbled, and he rolled his eyes.

"Just 'cause you and I broke up doesn't mean that your friends automatically gotta stop talking to me too. And San was my friend first." he added.

"Hmph."

He rolled his eyes, before they drove the rest of the way in silence.

When he finally pulled into her driveway, he glanced over to see that she was frowning deeply, her eyes closed, her hand on her stomach. Shit, she's gonna blow, he thought.

As if on queue, his phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him that he got a text message. He pulled his phone out to read the text from Sam.

U prob wont want ur shirt back. Q jus puked. Heads up.

"Shit." he muttered, shoving his phone back in his pocket. That meant Berry was right around the corner.

Quickly, he climbed out and shut the door before jogging around to Rachel's side of the truck. He wanted to get her inside, and preferably in bed, as soon as possible. He opened the door and leaned across to unbuckle her, at which point she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into him.

"I dun feelgood," she mumbled.

"You're okay, baby, I've got you." he told her as he scooped her up bridal style. Once he had her out of the seat, he kicked the door shut and turned, headed towards her house. He managed to turn the knob and push the door open, once again shaking his head at the fact that the Berries never locked their door. He kicked the door shut behind him and headed up the stairs.

"Noah," she groaned against his neck.

"What?" he asked as he made his way up the stairs. She mumbled something incoherently, and his brow furrowed. "What?" he repeated.

"Imma...need bathroom." she mumbled as her hand came up to cover her mouth.

He probably never ran up stairs faster in his life. He darted into the bathroom and set her to the floor just as a loud groan escaped her.

"Toilet!" he said, angling her body towards the toilet. He pulled her hair back and held it out of the way as she began unloading the contents of her stomach into the toilet. He made sure to keep her hair out of her face, because he so didn't want her to go to sleep with puke in her hair, but he thought she might kill him in the morning if he gave her a shower.

A few minutes later, she stopped throwing up and her body went sort of limp, her cheek resting on the toilet seat. He grabbed a wash cloth and wet it with some cool water, angling her head back gently so he could wash her face off. He flushed the toilet and stood, supporting her with his legs. "Baby, can you walk?" he asked loudly, and she groaned in response. He sighed as he bent down and scooped her up again, holding her to his chest almost protectively.

When he got to her room, he laid her on top of the main comforter, easily pulling it out from underneath her. She mumbled his name just as he was laying it out over her body.

"What, baby?" he asked softly, pushing her bangs out of her face.

Her eyes were unfocused as she tried to look at him. She reached up and touched his face.

"Still luff you." she nodded drunkenly before closing her eyes and dropping her hand to her side.

He half smiled. "We'll talk about it in the morning, Berry." he whispered before kissing her forehead.

She sighed somewhat contentedly, and just as he moved to step back, she grabbed his belt loop, stopping him.

"What?" he asked, holding her wrist.

"Stay wimmee." she said.

He sighed, raking his other hand through his mohawk.

"Berry, you are about to seriously complicate shit." he said, but even then, he climbed into her bed next to her.

She pulled herself closer to him, her head resting on his chest. He smiled slightly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, kissing her head.

She was asleep in seconds, which was expected. He didn't get to sleep for a while. Sleeping next to Rachel Berry was something he never thought he'd do again, so it took him a while to get over the surprise of it.

Despite getting to sleep so long after she did, he woke up before her. She was no longer sleeping with her head on his chest, and that made it much easier for him to try and pull himself out of the bed. He hadn't gotten far before she groaned in pain and her hand came up, landing on her forehead. He removed it gently and she opened her eyes to look at him. She gasped and snapped up, and then the repercussions of what she'd just done hit her, as her face contorted in pain because of her throbbing headache.

"What did we do last night?" she asked, and the fear in her tone made him smirk.

"Well, after someone walked in on us at the party, I figured we should probably come here. Almost crashed my truck 'cause I couldn't get you to stay off of me for ten minutes, but eventually we made it. And did it again." he added.

Her eyes were wide with horror, and her mouth was opening and closing like a fish, and he burst out laughing.

"Berry, relax, I'm kidding." he said through his laughter. She glared ferociously at him.

"You're unbelievable!" she snapped.

She threw the blanket off of herself but then gasped, realizing she was in her underwear. She yanked the blanket back up to her chest, looking over at him, her eyes wide again.

"Where is my skirt? Noah, you didn't undress me, did you?" she asked.

He rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't fuckin' touch you. You took your skirt off when...shit, you really don't remember?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"Why? What did I do? The last thing I remember is standing in the kitchen with Quinn, and watching her get two bottles of vodka out of the fridge."

Puck sighed and raked his hand through his mohawk. "You guys were modeling for Azimio and some ass hole." he said delicately. "That's why you took your skirt off. And you ripped Quinn's shirt wide open." he added.

She gasped and covered her face. "Oh my goodness! We're lucky that's all that happened!"

"Yeah, you fuckin' are. You're both fuckin' lucky that I found you when I did." he said darkly, his eyes narrowing as he imagined what could have happened if he'd decided to leave without checking up on Berry.

"Wait." she said softly, looking over at him. "You found us?" she asked.

"Yeah. I wrecked the fuck outta their cameras though so-"

"They were taking pictures?" she said shrilly, wincing after realizing it probably wasn't the best idea for her splitting headache.

"Yeah, but chill. I smashed them both. They don't have any evidence." he said.

She groaned and buried her face in her hands again.

"Oh, and I love you too." he added, smirking slightly. She peeked at him between her fingers.

"Too?" she said. "What are you talking about?"

"I was just saying it back, baby. You said it first." he shrugged.

She pulled her hands down and rolled her eyes. "Noah, that's preposterous." she said. "I said no such thing, we are ove-"

"You said it last night, babe." he said, and she gaped at him, her jaw doing that fish thing again as she struggled to find words. "Actually, I think it was 'Noah...still luff you.'" he quoted with a chuckle before pulling himself to his feet. "It's cool though. We're over, I got it. I'll go get some coffee going, and I'll grab an aspirin for you." he said as he turned to leave.

"Wait, Noah." she said and he sighed softly as he turned to face her. "Did I throw up?" she asked, and he nodded.

"For like, ten minutes. I kept your hair pulled up though, so don't freak." he said. "I'll be right back." he said before turning to exit her room.

He got downstairs and got some coffee going, found her some aspirin, and pulled out some of that vegan bacon shit that she loved so much. Shit legit made him gag, but she was in fucking love with it. He made her some toast and buttered that with her special vegan butter and then put it all on a tray with a large mug of coffee (black, two table spoons of sugar). He turned to take it to her room to see that she was standing in the entrance to the kitchen, in nothing but her shirt and boyshort undies.

"I was gonna bring it to you." he said.

"Just put it down." she said firmly and he sighed, doing what she asked. This was the part where she told him that she hadn't meant what she said and that he should probably leave. When he pushed the tray towards the middle of the table, he looked back at her, waiting for it. He wasn't, however, expecting her to throw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his desperately.

As soon as he got over the surprise of it, he wrapped his arm around her and lifted her up to the counter, pulling her body to the edge so he could get as closed to her as possible. She groaned softly, locking her ankles behind his waist. He slid his hands up her bare thighs and she shivered, breaking the kiss.

"I fucking miss this." he groaned, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

"I miss this, too." she said. "I miss you." she said softly, and he pulled back to look at her. Her big brown eyes looked sad, and she was biting her bottom lip like she did before she cried. He couldn't have that. He reached up and took her face in his hands, kissing her cheek softly.

"Say the word and I'm yours again, baby." he said softly.

"Noah, just because you did something incredibly noble and sweet, and that I'm incredibly grateful for, it doesn't mean all the problems we had before are suddenly gone." she said quietly, her hands sliding up his arms and resting on top of his.

"I love you, Rachel. I don't give a fuck that you think I'm an arrogant ass hole most of the time, cause I know I am. And you gotta know you're an over dramatic piece of work." he added with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, but he saw the smile creeping up onto her lips.

"I never called you that. I said you were an egotistical butthead." she told him.

He chuckled. "Same shit."

"But I really have missed you." she said.

"I miss you too, baby. Fuck what happened. We're two stubborn-ass people. We're never not gonna fight, Rachel." he said tenderly, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"I miss you calling me baby." she whispered. "When Finn used to say it, I would find it so degrading, as if he was trying to be possessive of me. But when you say it...I like the feeling of belonging to you." she smiled, and he grinned.

"So belong to me again."

Her smile widened and she nodded before leaning forward and closing the gap between them. He groaned low in his throat and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her tighter against his body. He pulled her lips away from his to place kisses down her neck.

"You know they say that the best cure for a hangover is fucking on your kitchen counter?" he said, one hand sliding around her waist to the front of her panties.

She giggled (fuck, he'd missed that) and pushed his hand away (okay that, he didn't miss so much).

"I strongly doubt anyone has ever said that in the history of the world, Noah." she said. "And I smell my vegan bacon." she added, looking over to the tray. He wrinkled his nose as he grabbed the plate and handed it to her. He grabbed her coffee as well and handed it to her.

"Did you put-"

"Two table spoons of sugar, yes." he nodded, and she grinned back at him.

"I love that you remember things like that." she whispered as she began to pick at her nasty fake bacon.

He shrugged. "I'm not a total waste of a human being." he said, and she looked up at him, her eyes serious.

"You're not a waste at all."

He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just...eat your nasty bacon." he chuckled.

This idea would just not leave me alone. It was inspired by some of the GQ photoshoot pictures, and one of the tumblr RPs that I'm in where some random anonymous person was putting those pictures in the ask box, and my Rachel and the Quinn said that it was at a party after the consumption of much alcohol. So this came of it!