Sorry it took so long- all for an epilogue.

"Noah! Where are we going?" Rachel squealed as her boyfriend steered her blindfolded through the halls of William McKinley High School. "We are expected to attend our post-graduation celebration with our friends tonight, and we still need to change and my fathers are expecting us to check in before dinner and—"

She was effectively silenced by his lips over hers, moaning a little in pleasure as he pushed her against the lockers and gently nibbled her bottom lip. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide inside and massage hers, slowly and deliberately. She ground against him as one of his hands slid to cup her ass through the red polyester gown she was still wearing, while the other hand weaved its way through her hair to pull her closer.

Two years and change had passed since they'd decided to make a real go at their relationship. Two years of kissing, hot sex, fighting, make-up sex, singing, lectures, and sneaking-a-quickie-sex and they were still going strong. Granted, there'd been those three weeks in November when they'd had a huge blowout over colleges and the future and all that; but by December they'd decided that the future wasn't worth ruining the present and gotten back together. Go figure it hadn't mattered anyways, since she'd gotten into Julliard, taking her dream to the next level, and he'd surprised everyone by kick his SAT's ass and been accepted into NYU—a nineteen minute drive, less by subway (not that he'd looked it up—she'd been the one doing all the math). He'd decided to take on a music minor, just because it was something he enjoyed and didn't require an audition; but what made him really proud was that he'd gotten in declared—chemistry. Rachel had pushed him to take his schoolwork more seriously, and he'd even taken some of the lower division courses at Rhodes State Community College just to prove he was good for this (not to mention that would get him closer to working with the good stuff faster). The fact that he did well not only actually stroked his ego quite a bit, but you can bet that it totally turned his girl on.

She was right about other things too. He didn't have to completely let the badass Puck go, but instead redirected him toward more useful outlets, things like Glee and football that she'd insisted would look promising on a college application.

And while the two years certainly didn't fly by, they didn't feel like the torment he had expected. Maybe because his diva had continually pushed him in preparation of getting the fuck out of Lima. Or maybe it was because he finally stopped hanging around Quinn and her constant degradation of his potential (thank his midget for drilling certain SAT words into his brain).

Sometimes he wishes that she'd gotten her comeuppance for all the shit she put them through, but go figure, Karma doesn't always work the way you want it to. She stayed Queen Bee more or less, though without Puck and the constant supply of rearranging rank, she was constantly battling for the top spot with Santana. On top of that, she and Finn broke up just two weeks ago. Rumor had it that they didn't want to work the long distance relationship they were going to have when she made for OSU and he left for Western Michigan, but he didn't really pay attention.

Although, what he did find a little more than interesting (to the point that the little midget he was now kissing would smack him when he looked too distracted by it) were the two Cheerios following him. Apparently Santana and Brittany were also getting full rides as Broncos (though he couldn't help but wonder how Brittany had graduated high school, much less gotten into a college), and the Latina and her busty blonde had taken a shine to the gawky teen. The locker room was constantly buzzing in jealousy over the last week about the crazy three-way tryst that his best friend seemed to have lucked into.

Regardless, the only thing that Puck could find himself really focusing on when he thought of the future (besides working with fucking awesome shit that could probably kill someone) was the girl in front of him. And, as much fun as he was having with her in an abandoned hallway against a row of lockers, he had better plans.

He gave her ass and extra squeeze before making sure her blindfold was secured across her eyes and continuing their trek through the empty school.

Through the corridors as the sun slowly began to sink outside the windows, Puck finally pulled her into a room he'd specifically unlocked for this night. When he removed her blindfold, he watched with a smirk of satisfaction as his girl looked around, taking in his choice.

"Really Noah?" she asked, her eyebrows arched cynically. "You want to defile the dance studio? Isn't that kind of anticlimactic?"

He grinned at her assessment. Assuming he was choosing something crazy and edgy (as he usually did), she would have been right: considering how much time she spent here practicing, she knew how easy it was to procure and copy a key to this particular space; how, considering school was over and graduation had just happened, there would be little to no security on the grounds; and how, compared to other places he'd convinced her to have a go in (the library, the choir room, Figgins' office), this one was really pretty tame.

But that wasn't why he'd decided to bring his dark-eyed Berry to the dance room. "Rache," he spoke softly, lazily, as his fingers grazed up her arm, reaching behind her to unzip the red garbage bag she was enveloped in (he'd pulled that shit—plus his tie and dress shirt—off him as soon as he could escape his ma). "I didn't bring you here because it was hard to do. I brought you here to tell you something important."

Her eyes fixed on him quizzically. He finished unzipping her gown and started slowly sliding it off of her, kissing the exposed skin as it revealed itself. She giggled happily, stepping out of the outfit and kicking it to the side, leaving her in a black halter dress that barely made it down her thighs and strappy stilettos that added two inches to her tiny stature. She moved to wrap her arms around him, but he held her hands in his own, continuing to kiss down her shoulders, elbows, and wrists until he'd kissed each of her fingers.

He pulled her into another deep kiss, nibbling her bottom lip, scraping the inside softly with his teeth. She moaned, and he could feel his slacks tighten in anticipation.

Rachel pulled away just long enough between kisses to ask, "You sure we're here to talk Noah?" Her smile was positively sinful, and the glint in her eyes took his mind straight to the gutter.

But he was here to tell her something, and he pulled away (relishing her tiny whimper) and locked into her dark eyes.

"Rache," he stated, and her eyebrows quirked up curiously at his somber tone. "Before I met you, I didn't care about much of anything besides getting into a girl's pants. Even after I first met you-even then all I really cared about was getting into your pants."

He paused to watch her smirk as she waited patiently for him to finish. He loved that she trusted him enough to wait for him to get to the point. "And after I was in your pants, that's pretty much all I cared about for awhile, 'cuz damn—"

"Noah?" Okay, apparently not that patient.

He blinked. "Right," he continued. "But then I started caring about other things—school and people and shit. And now I've got the hottest chick in this damn town, and I'm leaving with her for New York. And you, Rache—" he turned her around to face the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite them "—you were really the kick in the ass I needed. I owe you for that."

She smiled, her eyes shining at his speech. He didn't make them that often since sophomore year (he still maintained some semblance of owning his own balls), but he wanted her to know that she'd been the catalyst he needed to start his life, the water to his sodium (which, by the way, was the coolest fucking reaction ever).

He smirked wide, confession and pansy feelings over. "So," he told her roughly, pressing her backside into his rock-hard erection. "I figured I'd get started here paying off my debt."

The brunette smiled and began to reach backwards for him, but he held her hand steady in his own.

"Actually, babe," he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver at the vibration. "There's a reason I chose this room."

He reached up with his free hand, loosening the ties holding up her dress. The top fell free, exposing her perfect breasts. Puck stared into the mirror, stifling a groan at the gorgeous girl in front of him.

"Watch," he whispers hoarsely, and he can feel the petite girl nodding helplessly. He runs his hand down her neck, sliding across her collarbone and cupping her left breast. Rachel let out a slight whimper as he tweaked the nipple softly, kissing down her neck. He took his hand, still holding hers, and brought her hand up to ghost in between her breasts, before massaging the right one.

His cock twitched as he listened to her gasp, and he manipulated her fingers to pinch the nipple she was holding. She rolled her eyes upward, groaning when he stopped her hand, waiting until she looked back at their reflection. He continued to lead her hands around her chest, his tongue stroking her ear, her neck, before reaching around to gain access into her mouth.

Rachel twisted toward him, not quite facing, and couldn't help but watch as they kissed in the mirror: his tongue sliding in and out between them; their lips touching briefly; her own chest (still being fondled by his hand and his hand on hers) heaving. They'd expanded the venues for their encounters over the years, but never to somewhere so open, so bright. And watching through the mirror just heightened the experience, the thrill.

She blinked slowly, trying desperately to keep her eyes open as she groaned into his mouth. When she opened them she realized that her hand was no longer on her breast, that Puck was now using his hand to guider hers slowly down her stomach, playing with the material still clinging to her waist. He coaxed her hand up and down her torso, nails trailing through the valley of her breasts before ghosting downward just past her belly button. She watched entranced as his free hand teased up her dress, temporarily distracted by his eyes as he groaned at the realization that she'd chosen to not only forgo a bra, but panties as well (She'd dated Noah for more than two years after all—she'd consider herself a fool if she hadn't expected something like this to occur).

"Goddamn it, Rache," he groaned, and she felt his erection give an involuntary thrust against her. Her own breath caught as his fingers traced her soaked folds, sliding along her clit. "Goddamn it."

She heard him gasp, then let her eyes slide back to his hand in the reflection as he made quick work of the zipper, removing his hand from hers as he slid the dress down her body, moving downward with it until he was kneeling in front of her as she was reduced to only heels.

Rachel looked down to her Noah, watching him as he suddenly lifted her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. They suddenly became lost in the carnality of the moment, reaching and grabbing and kissing anything they could. She ground against him hard, pulling off his undershirt to feel the smooth tone of his chest as his cock tried frantically to escape its confinement within the dark slacks. Noah kissed her roughly, grabbing her hair to expose her neck as he kissed and sucked and bit ever inch he could reach, panting harder and becoming more aggressive as she cried out in pleasure, her nails gripping into his shoulders. His hands tightened around her waist, one reaching around to grab her ass and pull it closer to his throbbing dick. After a few thrusts, she opened her eyes wide as she felt his fingers swirling around her clit, massaging and squeezing to match the bites into her nipples by his teeth.

His thumb replaced his fingers, and she suddenly felt two of them insert into her, pumping slowly but purposely against her. His mouth completely enveloped her nipples, his tongue flicking around the already hard peaks, and Rachel felt her breathing becoming labored, couldn't help but writhe against his hand, trying to force them deeper, faster within her.

She all but screamed in ecstasy when he lifted her up against the wall, her toes half a foot from the ground, her heels dangling, barely attached. Noah continued to pound his fingers into her, his free arm balancing her on the rail. She reached for his pants, could feel his desire to be inside of her, but he slipped away from her outstretched hands, repositioning her on the railing, holding her steady as his head ducked down between her thighs.

Rachel mewled slightly, wriggling as her body screamed when it realized that Noah (damn his restraint) had managed to compose himself again. He slowed down, his tongue gently tracing her wet folds, slightly tugging at her clit.

"Noah, please…please…" she whimpered, trying to force him into her tight, wet heat.

Her boyfriend, her lover, smirked up at her, his eyes dark with lust (or were those hers reflecting back at her?) "Tell me," he demanded.

She gazed down at him, her chest heaving, and begged "God, Noah—make me come."

With those words, she could feel his own breathing getting heavier as his tongue stroked her nerves hard for good measure, then entered her pussy. His tongue swirled inside of her, pausing only to thrust in and out. His thumb rubbed her clit hard, and in the back of her mind Rachel recognized the possibility of falling off of the railing if she arched any farther. She couldn't help it though, and as Noah's tongue slid against her g-spot, she just trusted that he could hold her.

She felt herself edging out, and reached for his head, pulling him further into her.

"Oh God Noah—Noah—Noah!"

Rachel felt herself riding the waves of her orgasm, convulsing as she felt (and watched) Noah lap up her juices eagerly. She tried shakily to regain her breathing as she finally slid off of the railing.

"I can't hold it any longer, babe," he told her, his breathing ragged from anticipation, and she smiled.

"Don't," she told him, unzipping his pants and watching him shuck them to the side. He grabbed her and pushed her against the piano, kissing her fervently as he entered her.

Of all the things Puck was grateful for, birth control was a big one. That his girl was on birth control was even better. They may not go bareback as often as he liked, but it made spontaneity a lot easier. And feeling her wet cunt against his dick was making him even harder.

He kissed her again, then roughly flipped her over. His teeth scraped against her neck as he thrust into her again and again. His fingers dug into her tiny waist, and he could feel himself hitting his peak.

"Babe; I'm gonna come," he warned her, reaching for her clit. He wanted her to come with him; he loved the feeling of them riding together.

She lifted her head to him, and she could hear her gasp out, "Watch…"

He followed her eyes to the mirror, and he definitely loved his choice for their last McKinley High sex date. Maybe it was his ego, but watching his naked girl as her eyes rolled upward when he pounded into her, his fingers rubbing her clit was hot. His eyes widened, however, as he watched her reach back, taking his balls in her hand and tugging slightly as she rolled them gently between her fingers.

Puck's breath hitched. He was going to fucking lose it. He angled himself to make sure he was pounding on her g-spot and started riding her hard. Her groans simply fueled him on, and his balls in her hands were taking him over.

"Rachel…Goddamn…Fuck!"

Thank God for small favors. He could feel her clench, hear her moaning his name, and felt her rush as she tumbled over. He followed almost instantaneously, driving into her as his juices flowed.

They both collapsed onto the hardwood floor, breathless. They just took in the moment, their last rendezvous as high school students.

It was Rachel that broke the silence, giggling softly. "That was perfect," she whispered.

Puck smirked. "Fuckin' phenomenal, babe."

She smiled at him, her sweat-soaked body beautiful in the sunlit room. "The perfect ending," she told him, tracing her hand against his jaw.

He grabbed it, pulling her on top of him to kiss her lips. "Nah, Rache," he told her. "The perfect beginning."

She stared at him for a moment, eyebrow arched. "Really cheesy, Noah." She kissed him again. "But sweet."

Puck kissed her again, realizing once again he was losing his balls. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, slightly embarrassed. "Let's get to the party and celebrate getting out of this hellhole alive."

Rachel smiled as they gathered up their clothes. She couldn't help but love him, and despite her Cupid's bravado, she knew he felt the same. And that was good enough for her.

A/N: so I know some of you are probably mad Quinn didn't really get hers, but I'd like to point out that A) Aphrodite didn't get her comeuppance in the story, and B) how often does that really happen anyways?

Other A/N: you guys were awesome; I don't think I've ever had such passionate reviews, and it was pretty cool that anybody cared enough about the characters to comment. so thanks.

Final A/N: thanks to Noelle for the prompt- this was actually super fun.