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The night before Puck had to leave for training, he stayed with Rachel in the condo while Brittany stayed with Mike and Santana went to Vegas for her sister's delivery, but only because her mother made her.
Puck hands Rachel another beer while they watch a movie. He settles into the couch, throwing up his legs as Rachel lays in between them. He massages one of her shoulders, getting the knot out from practice earlier. She moans and drops her head down. "How have you gotten so many knots?" Puck puts down his beer and starts to work them out.
"New workouts." Rachel moans then hisses, jerking forward from his grip.
"What's wrong?" He pulls her back slowly, avoiding her shoulders.
"I have a bruise or something there. Thank you though." She moves around to kiss him then faces back to the TV. "We've been together for about a month now." She says quietly.
Puck grunts to know he heard her. "Doesn't seem like it. Are we doing the monthly anniversary stuff?"
Rachel laughs. "No, I was just saying that it's been a month."
"You still happy?"
"Of course I am!" Rachel turns and glares at him.
"I'm just teasing you baby." He pulls her closer and kisses her. "I'm really happy Ray."
"Ray?" She smiles.
"God, I think I've grown a vagina." He sighs and runs a hand down his face. "You're kinda like a ray of sunshine in my life. We're great together, well I think so, and since we've been together a lot of good shit has happened."
She smiles like he gave her the cutest puppy on the planet. "I love that Noah. You're so sweet." Her thumb traces his bottom lip. "I was thinking of telling my fathers about us soon."
"Yeah?" He tucks some hair behind her ear.
"If you don't mind."
"You can tell whoever you want babe."
"Will you tell your family?" She looks at him nervously.
"Maybe after training. My mom has always gotten on to me about dating a Jewish girl ever since I started to notice boobs. So if I tell her about you, she might call the Rabbi to get us married next month."
Rachel laughs and puts her hand on his arm. He can't help but smile. "I'm sure it won't be that bad."
"I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't Googled and saw all the gossip about us already."
"She might hate my job though."
"You're Jewish, she wouldn't care. But it probably is better if I tell her myself. I'll do it when I get back okay?"
"You're amazing." She leans forward and kisses him. "Oh, I wanted to tell you before you left, I'm going to try out for American Idol. But I'm worried about income since they only get paid when they make it to the final ten. Well from what Britt told me, she convinced me I should do it."
"That's amazing. And I think you'll make it to the final ten baby. And even though I'm sure this won't happen, if you don't make it, you'll figure something out. Finn could hire you as an assistant or something. Hell I could hire you to help me keep up with all my shit." He winks at her.
"I'm so lucky to have you. And thank you for being so supportive."
"Just repaying the favor babe." He finishes off his beer and sets it on the table.
"Are you ready for bed?"
"Kinda wanted to get you naked before I'm stuck with a bunch of marines for three weeks."
"I didn't say that we would go to sleep right away even if you do have to wake up early to drive." She bites her lip and smiles coyly at him.
"You're so fucking amazing." Puck stands up and pulls her towards her bedroom, turning off the TV and making sure the door is locked and the lights are off. Rachel giggles and runs to her room, him jogging behind her.
The next morning Puck wakes up and stretches. He kisses Rachel's bare shoulder and moves out of the bed quietly so he won't wake her up. He's rinsing shampoo off his head when the bathroom door opens.
"Noah?" She says sleepily.
"Yeah baby? Did I wake you up?"
"Sort of, I rolled over and you weren't there."
Puck opens the shower door and motions for her to come join him. Rachel strips quickly and enters. "I hate that you're leaving."
"I know it's going to suck, but I'll call when I can. But it's part of my job."
Rachel runs her hands down his chest, over his muscles and mumbles a quiet "I know."
"I'll miss you Ray." Puck smiles and hugs her close to him, moaning when her breasts rub against his wet skin.
"Do you have time for a quickie?" She presses a kiss to his chest.
"Fuck yes I do." He kisses down her neck. "But we did that a lot before bed, so I really just want to taste you." Puck gets onto his knees and pulls her leg over his shoulder.
"Mm Noah." One of her hands lands on the crown of his head and the other finds its way to the glass door.
"You taste so good Rach."
She gasps as he flicks his tongue over her. "Right there baby." Her fingers grip the little hair that he has on his head. His fingers insert into her and her legs are threatening to fall beneath her. Puck pushes her towards the bench on the shower so she'll sit down.
Once she's sitting, he pulls her legs up over his shoulders and goes back to work. Rachel's head falls back against the tile when he puts in a third finger and rubs her bundle of nerves with his thumb. She moves her hips to him and arches her back, both hands finding his neck. His hand slides up her side, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple.
"Come for me Ray."
Rachel closes her eyes and sees white spots forming as she comes around his fingers. His nickname for her sending her over the edge. Her hands fall from his neck and to the bench while she tries to control her breathing. His fingers pull out and she automatically just wants him close to her.
"Your turn." She looks up at him and reaches for his hand, sucking in one of his fingers.
"Baby, as much as I would love for you to get me off, I really don't have time." He leans down and kisses her deeply, erasing the pout from her face.
"Okay then. I'll be in my room." She pecks him and gets out of the shower, toweling herself off.
Rachel lays on the bed while Puck gets ready and packs his toiletries into his duffel bag. After setting the bed by the door, he sits on the bed next to Rachel and kisses her. "I'll let you know when I get there."
"Okay. Our game is in Cleveland this weekend. I'll text you when we get there, even if you can't respond."
"Good. As long as you're safe." He leans down and kisses her, pulling out a whimper as he licks her bottom lip. "See you in a few weeks Ray."
"Bye baby." She smiles and pulls the quilt up. He picks up his duffel bag and is about to walk out the door when she sits up. "Noah?"
"Hm?" He turns towards her.
"Can I go get your old high school shirt to sleep in?" She bites her lip nervously.
Puck smirks. "Sure. Finn and Mike have keys, they'll let you in." He winks at her, loving that she wants to sleep in his shirt. "Bye baby."
"Bye Noah. Be careful!" She listens for the lock to turn before she rolls over to go back to sleep.
Wednesday afternoon, Rachel gets a seat towards the back of the plane with Brittany and Santana. "Rach you should've seen him! He's got me wrapped around his finger already." Santana settles back into her seat.
"Most babies can do that San." Rachel laughs and takes her seat next to Brittany, facing Santana.
"But he got all the beset Lopez genes and Cam's height. He has long ass legs too."
"He'll be a heartbreaker." Brittany smiles. "Just like his Aunt San. Do you think Finn could help you get some photography jobs after the season?"
Santana waves her hand at the heartbreaker statement. "We talked about it and he said he would look around since he doesn't have too much to do with Puck and Mike. Especially since he doesn't work for that Quinn bitch anymore." Santana huffs out her frustration.
"What's going on with you two anyways? He's slept in your room, have you two done anything?" Brittany moves her eyebrows up and down.
Rachel notices Santana's faint blush. "You haven't have you?"
"We haven't. But we know a lot about each other. Like how his dad died when he was a baby and Puck's dad left. The two bonded then they met Mike in middle school. I like getting to know him Rach, but I do wish he'd get over Quinn already."
"We're happy for you San. And when he is ready, you two will be super cute." Brittany smiles brightly at her friends then puts in her headphones to go to sleep.
"How are you Puck?"
"Great." Rachel smiles then bites her lip. She moves to the seat next to Santana and looks her in the eye. "I'm kind of scared."
"About what Berry pie?"
Rachel smiles at Santana's nickname for her that she uses when Rachel is nervous or scared. "A few weeks ago when you went home for the baby shower, me and Britt were out for ice cream and someone threw their drink at me. And it was because of Puck. Girls are jealous. And I understand that, but…" Her voice trails off.
"What?" Her voice raises up an octave. "You're just now telling me this?"
"What if happens again?"
"Let them try that shit when I'm with you. I'll cut a bitch."
Rachel leans her head on Santana's shoulder. "I really like him."
She brushes hair out of Rachel's eyes. "I can tell. You gonna tell your dads?"
"When we get back from Cleveland."
"I think papa Berries will be happy. He makes you happier than Matt did. I can see it in your eyes." Santana strokes her hair and Rachel smiles at the nickname for her dads and Santana's honest opinion.
"He does, doesn't he?" Santana hums in agreement. "I'm going to try out for American Idol. Britt talked me into it."
"That's amazing Rachel." She pulls the smaller girl into a hug. "Have you picked out a tryout song yet?"
Rachel laughs. "No, I still have a few months."
"When we get back to LA, we'll come up with a list of ones that would be awesome with your voice. We can look up audition videos of past winners too."
"You're the best San. I know I'm usually better prepared than this."
"Yeah, I know." She agrees to both. "You just haven't done anything dealing with music in awhile. It'll come back to you."
After the game in Cleveland, the girls are outside doing signings. A little boy is talking to Rachel about how amazing she is and when she caught the pass in the second half which lead to another touchdown. They won 22-7 so she was happy to see someone so young be excited about the game.
Rachel takes a sip of her water when two women walk up to Santana and ask her to sign their programs. She asks who to make it out to and the younger one says "Sarah Puckerman." Rachel chokes on her drink.
"Rachel are you okay?" Brittany pats her on the back.
"Mmhmm." She looks away and really hopes she heard the girl's name wrong.
"Did you say Puckerman?" Santana asks the girl. As she gets a good look at her, her pen drops. Same hazel eyes, dark hair, lighter skin like the older woman next to her. "Like as in…" Her jaw drops, unable to form a sentence.
The young woman giggles. "As in Noah Puckerman's sister."
Santana reaches for Rachel, but settles for smacking her arm several times while staring at the mini Puck in front of her. "Ra…Rach…" She clears her throat. "Rachel." She looks at her friend who is now pale.
"Yes?" Is all she can squeak out.
"Aren't you lovely! And so beautiful." The older woman looks at her.
Rachel looks down at her uniform. Oh God. Noah's mother is in front of her. All she's wearing is lingerie and the same socks her son called sexy. She can feel the heat on her chest and cheeks. There's not a doubt in her mind that she's bright red.
"Ma, she's terrified. Told you this was a shitty idea." She rolls her eyes as her mother smacks her arm. "I'm so sorry. She has these really crazy ideas and she Googles Noah a lot now that she understands her smart phone." The girl takes a breath. "Well that's how we ended up here."
"I am no such thing as creepy." Mrs. Puckerman scoffs and smiles at the two girls in front of her.
"We just want to know if you're really with my brother."
"I am. He was going to tell you after training. I'm calling my fathers when I get back to LA." Her eyes grow larger when she realizes she just said all that out loud.
"I'm going to punch Finn and Mike. They're supposed to tell me if something like this is going down."
Santana is watching the scene in front of her, amused by it all. "Mike?" Brittany cuts in.
"Do you think you ladies could grab dinner with us? It'd be wonderful to hear how the boys are doing."
"We would love to." Santana and Brittany say at once.
Puck sits up on his cot in the barrack's he's having to stay in for the duration of his training. They were given a few hours to regroup and pack their gear. Yeah, he was issued gear, even a gun but filled with blanks. The guys were excited he was there with them and made him sign a ton of things on his first day.
His combat boots hit the floor and he walks out by the door where it's a little more quiet then pulls out his phone, scrolling until he finds her name.
"Hello?" She whispers.
"Hey baby. How was your game?"
"It was good. We won," she whispers again. He hears movement and people laughing.
"You busy Ray? Where are you?"
"Um, hold on a second." He hears some shuffling then a bell dinging and it's suddenly quiet. Some guys yell out at him.
"Yo Puck, you talking to your girl? Tell her she's sexy as hell and we can't wait to go see a game of hers."
"Fuck off guys." He laughs and walks outside where a few guys smoke when they're not busy.
Rachel giggles and he leans against the side of the building, one boot propped up on the side behind him. "Did you leave all the marines?"
"For a minute. It'd be nice to hear you without them wanting to steal the phone to try and have phone sex with my girl. A guy whacked off in the corner when he called his wife."
"Noah!"
Puck laughs and nods to a guy walking by. "I'm kidding, mostly. Get any touchdowns?"
"One. Brittany got one after she intercepted it and Santana faked a throw to me and ran in for a touchdown. Two one point conversions and a two point conversion."
"Football speak from you is so hot. Good job though, hopefully you got it for me." She laughs through the ear piece. "You out celebrating?"
"Something like that." She pauses. "Can you send me a picture of you in that uniform to keep me company later?"
He moans into the phone and switches hands. "Sure baby, but you gotta return the favor, or else you'll only get a pic of my boots."
She giggles. "Of course."
"So where you at?"
"Um, so after the game we do our signings as I'm sure you know. Well two very interesting…fans, asked us to go to dinner with them and here we are. At a diner."
"Why are you being so fucking vague? What if they're some weird fucking maniacs who want to rape you? I'll go there with my newly issued knife…"
"Noah! You're really overreacting…"
"And stab that fucker. Who does that? You shouldn't trust them. There are some fucking creepy dudes at those games Ray. I would know! I've sat there and watch them drool all over you guys. I'll get some of the marine that I've gotten close to and…"
"Puck!" She screams into the phone.
He gets quiet. She never calls him Puck unless he's fucking her really good. And seeing how he's not deep within her and she's not moaning out his name, he's a bit nervous. "What?" He snaps.
"I'm kind of at dinner with your mother and sister."
"You…what?" He stares out into the dark trying to comprehend what she's babbling into his ear at a hundred miles per hour. Then he hears a soft voice call out her name. He knows that voice. "Sarah?" He screams out.
"Oh shit." He hears from her side of the phone.
"Put her on the phone baby." He says calmly.
"Here Sarah," she says quietly.
"Hey big bro… any marines that you wanna send my way?"
"What the fuck were you doing at Rachel's game?"
"Ma dragged me here! Well not really, because I wanted to see her, but still. I found out about you two when my friends showed me a picture of her with her legs wrapped around your body!"
Rachel coughs in the background when he hears someone from the barracks yell out "Puckerman!"
He puts the phone against his shoulder. "Yeah?"
"We're heading out in ten. Get your gear."
"Alright." He pulls the phone to his ear and sets his foot back onto the ground. "We'll discuss this later Sarah. Watch out for her, I don't need ma fucking shit up. Put Rachel on." There's some shuffling around.
"Hey baby." God he loves it when she calls him that. What the fuck is wrong with him?
"Ugh Rach. I'm sorry about them. I'll send you your picture in a few but I gotta go. I'll call you when I get a chance."
"Be careful. Bye Noah."
"Bye baby."
Puck walks back into the barracks and puts on the flak jacket vest they gave him and calls over the guy he's been around most since he got here. "Hey Hawthorne, get over here."
A tall man with buzzed blonde hair and brown eyes walks over and stops in front of him. "What's up? Is your pack too heavy and you need help getting it on?" He teases.
He rolls his eyes. "Need ya to do me a favor." He hands him his phone. "Rach wants a pic of the uniform." He waves his hand down his body. "She can't resist my body."
Hawthorne laughs and takes the phone. "Girls do love this shit. Smile." Puck offers him his usual smirk. "There ya go. You got five minutes. I'll meet you outside."
Puck sends the picture then turns his phone off, stuffing it into a pocket in his pack then walks out to meet everyone else.
Rachel stands awkwardly next to Sarah and looks down at the ground. "Look, I know it's weird to meet us but my mom just wants to know if this is some publicity stunt or something." She is definitely straight forward like her brother.
Rachel gasps and looks inside at the woman who is laughing with her best friends. "Of course not! I really like Noah."
"He lets you call him Noah?"
"Yes…why?" She asks cautiously.
Sarah just smirks at her, must be a Puckerman thing, and walks back into the diner. Rachel sighs and pulls out her phone when it vibrates. Tapping on the screen she sees it's from Puck. There he is, standing in tan combat boots, tan digital camo pants, an olive green shirt, a chain around his neck, bullet proof vest and his signature smirk. Definitely a Puckerman thing. She moans, saves the picture and goes back inside, now having to deal with the throbbing between her legs with his mother there.
Brittany is having a date night with Mike. They're going to some performance by a dance group he knows then going out to dinner. Santana and Rachel decide they're going to have their own date night since Finn is busy doing some work to try and get Puck on a few talk shows. Rachel tells Santana to pick everything they do because she wants to be surprised. They end up at a really expensive restaurant and Rachel freaks out a little bit. "Santana, this is so expensive."
"Don't worry about it. Dad is paying for it." She winks as she sips on her wine. The bottle alone must have been a hundred dollars.
"Okay then. What are we doing after this?"
"Shopping. Also on dad."
"Won't he get mad?"
"They gave me a credit card. My dad is a doctor in Vegas, he's not exactly hurting for cash Rachel. It's fine. Plus it's our date night and you told me to plan everything. So that's what we have planned."
Rachel smiles and drinks her wine. "It feels like it's been way too long since we've just hung out alone. Is Brittany staying at Mike's tonight?"
"Yep. We can watch movies and take the price tags off everything we buy while eating ice cream."
Rachel laughs and tilts her head back. "I can't wait." She shakes her head. "So no luck with Finn yet?"
"We hung out last night, but we just watched a movie."
"That's it?" Rachel looks at her with her eyebrows pinched together.
"Yeah." She shrugs. "I don't mind it so much because he just seems to understand me. You know how much of a bitch I can be. Surprisingly enough, that side doesn't necessarily come out with any of the guys, but it especially doesn't come out with him. When I want to just roll my eyes at something because I think it's annoying, it's cute on him. I don't get it. He's cute. And when we were watching the movie, I curled up into his side and he didn't even care."
"You usually only do that with me or Britt."
"I know!" She huffs and takes another drink of her wine.
You're going to fall in love with him at this rate before you two ever hook up."
"Shut up, am not." Santana takes a bite of her salad. "Enough about love and guys. Tonight is about us. And one of us is going to be trying out for American Idol." She grins evilly.
"What about it?"
"Let's think of some songs." She pulls out a pen and writes Possible song choices for Rach's audition at the top.
"That's not a paper napkin." She points to the fabric that now has black permanent ink all over it.
"I'll tell them to charge me for it." She rolls her eyes. "So throw out some options."
"Well nothing Broadway. I did way too much of that when I took vocal lessons. How about, Rolling in the Deep by Adele?"
"You would sound pretty good with that." She puts it at the top of the list. "How about anything by Madonna? Like, Express Yourself?"
"Maybe, I'd have to try it out." She bites into her salad. "It might be a little too upbeat for it though."
"Well that eliminates My life would suck without you then. Maybe this is a bit more difficult than I thought…" Santana looks at the one song on her list. Usually Rachel is the one who makes lists but she thinks that this is something Rachel could really love if she wins. Watching her sing at Disney made her realize it when Rachel really got into it. Even Puck could see the way her eyes lit up on stage.
"The Only Exception?" She looks up at Santana. The girl writes it down and looks back at her wine glass thoughtfully.
"What about that song that came out like two years ago? It's really emotional, by that David Cook guy. I think that could be your best bet for the audition, showing how you can just belt it out."
Rachel looks up as she tries to remember the song. "You mean Permanent? Or Come back to me?"
"We can get you to sing both. I like this list so far." Santana stuffs it into her purse and looks at the steak that was just set in front of her and Rachel. "I'm so glad we have that ridiculous workout so I can eat all this shit."
"I agree. This steak is so good." Rachel closes her eyes and moans.
"Calm down Rachel. It's not Puck." She winks at her friend.
Her jaw drops. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, that's what you sound like when you two are together in your room and you think everyone else is asleep." Rachel turns bright red and looks down. "Oh calm down, no one cares. S'hot." She shrugs and takes another bite of her steak.
"Santana!" She looks around the restaurant, glad that no one can hear them.
"Hurry up and eat your food. I want to go shopping and spend some cash."
They finally get done eating and Santana is trying on a pair of boots that come up halfway up her calves. She stretches her legs out so Rachel can admire them. "What about these?"
"Those make your legs look even more amazing."
"Damn right." She snaps her ringers and unzips them.
Rachel eyes a pair of heels across the store so she goes to grab them, seeing a pair of black studded ones on the way back. She slips on the nude ones first. "What do you think?" She points one leg as she stands up in them.
"Those look a-ma-zing." Santana enunciates very clearly and winks. "Now put those on." She points to the black ones. "I know many of outfits of yours that would look great with them."
Santana gets up to go find more shoes when Rachel's phone vibrates on the seat next to her.
Noah: Loved the pic baby. Miss those uniforms of yours.
She laughs and keys in a response, setting the shoes back into the box and slipping on the black ones.
Noah: Training is great, using my guns to handle my gun. The blanks kind of suck. Haven't showered in days though.
Rachel scrunches her nose and types back. She stands up and admire her legs in the small mirror and takes a picture of the shoes, sending it to Puck. She continues to stand, looking to decide if she really wants to get them or not. But Santana did say she had a lot of outfits that she could use them with. She bites her lip.
Noah: I'd call ya, but we don't have much time. Sorry babe.
Noah: Get those shoes. Fucking sexy, they'd look great around my hips.
Rachel laughs as Santana comes back. "What?" Rachel holds up her phone. Santana looks down at the shoes and smirks. "Tell Puck I completely agree." Rachel bites her lip and laughs loudly.
Noah: You can't wrap your legs around San's body unless I'm there to watch.
Santana grins at the phone then slips on a pair of dark purple heels. "Tell him I'm game."
"It's awful to tease him like this." She hits send anyways.
"He can rub one out, he'll be okay." Santana stands in front of the mirror. Rachel laughs and puts the shoes back into the box.
Noah: Don't tease me baby. I'll have to take care of myself now : ( gotta go babe, talk soon.
Rachel sighs and slips her phone into her purse. "I'm ready for him to be back." She looks up at Santana pathetically.
"At least when he's off filming he can talk to you almost every day, or at least text you. It won't be too bad." She shrugs.
She smiles at Santana and looks down at the shoes sitting in her lap. A blonde comes up to them and clears her throat lightly. "Excuse me." They both look up at her. "Are you Rachel Berry?"
Her stomach clenches. Not again. "Yes."
"I thought I heard you mention Puck. I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Quinn Fabray." She holds out her hand to Rachel, narrowing her eyes when she doesn't move then offers it to the taller girl.
Santana lets out a huff and glares at her hand. "I'm Santana. Why are you talking to us?"
Quinn is taken aback from her tone, her hand drops to her side. "Well as I'm sure you know, since you two seem to be so close with him, Finn and Mike, I'll be working with him.. We might see each other more when Pick and I run lines."
"Well until that happens, how about you go elsewhere?" Santana glares at the blonde.
Quinn sniffs at them and looks at Rachel. "You two won't last too much longer. He'll get bored with you. I doubt you can keep him satisfied in bed." She walks off and throws a smile at them before she leaves the store.
Rachel throws the lid onto the box of shoes and places it on top of the two other boxes she has. "I'm ready for ice cream."
Santana nods and grabs her boxes. They get to the register and use Santana's AmEx to pay. Both of them gather all their bags and grab ice cream before heading back to the condo. Rachel slams open the door and tosses her purse before sitting on the floor in the living room, surrounded by her bags.
"I'll get the spoons. Pick out a movie."
Rachel walks to their DVD stands (they had to put three wide ones together since they had so many) and grabs Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the newer one. She empties out her bags and puts two pairs of scissors on the coffee table.
"Angry are we?" Santana eyes the movie while she turns on a lamp, turns off the lights and hands Rachel a bowl and a beer.
"Yes. I just want to watch people die violently." She huffs and eats a spoonful of ice cream. "Who does she think she is? Telling me we won't last. She cheated on Finn! I know we haven't been together long but still. How rude." She mumbles around the spoon and waving her hand around.
"She's a slut and a bitch. Just forget her." Santana licks her spoon off.
They both laugh and finish off their ice cream, working on snipping off price tags off their clothes as people get killed. It makes her feel better and forgets everything Quinn said. She shouldn't worry about stupid things like her right? Rachel leans back and looks at the pile of clothes all around them. Santana is asleep on the loveseat so she gets up and turns everything off. She pushes at Santana's shoulder. "C'mon San, go to bed."
The taller girl mumbles something incoherently and grabs her phone, walking towards the master bedroom. Rachel brushes her teeth and closes her door, collapsing onto the bed. Rachel falls asleep, dreaming of Quinn chasing her around with a chainsaw.
"Where are you Berry? I can't wait to get that pretty face of yours off. I can wear it to get Puck into my arms." Quinn walks around, looking behind doors and everything she thinks Rachel could be hiding behind.
Rachel is hiding in the attic above where Quinn is, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Noah, where are you?" She mumbles out quietly, looking around. "This bitch is a psychopath. What did Finn ever see in her?"
"Rachel?" She hears Santana and Brittany calling out.
Her eyes widen as she moves towards the window. Santana and Brittany are walking towards Quinn, not knowing that she's gone crazy. Finn and Mike made her two best friends stay behind while they came to search for her. But Quinn managed to kill them before they could even spot her in the building. Brittany spots her in the window, pointing up and smiling. The blonde runs towards the building, but then Santana lets out a scream.
"Brittany!" She runs towards the building, but another scream comes out.
Suddenly it's really quiet. Rachel looks around and down the window. Quinn walks out, wiping off some blood onto her skinny jeans."Rachel…I know where you are. Just come on out sweetie."
"Ray baby, you can come out. Quinn isn't going to hurt you." Puck calls out.
Rachel runs down, knowing she'll be safe with him. As soon as Quinn sees her, she smiles brightly, then kills Puck, then stalks towards Rachel. "Guess I can get rid of you now too."
Rachel wakes up screaming. She puts her hand over her heart. "No more scary movies with ice cream and beer." Her head falls into her hands. Her cell phone starts to ring next to her and she jumps.
She looks down at the caller I.D. Noah. "Hello?"
"Hey babe. How are you?" He notices that she's breathing really fast and her voice was shaky. "What's wrong?"
"Where are you? Are you safe?"
"Um, I'm in the barracks. We just got back from running a few obstacle courses. Why? What's wrong?"
"Sorry, I just had a nightmare. Me and San watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre tonight."
"Why did you watch that? Movie is shit."
"We saw Quinn when we were shopping tonight. She was kind of a bitch. I wanted to watch something where people were dying. I'm awful."
Puck laughs at her cussing. "What did she say? And she is a bitch."
"Just talking about how we wouldn't last and that I couldn't satisfy you in bed." She huffs and lays back down in her bed.
"Don't listen to her baby. You keep me plenty satisfied." He laughs.
Rachel can practically feel his smirk. "Is that so? I would love to have you in bed with me right now."
He moans on the line. "You wet Ray?"
If she wasn't before, she is now just because he said her nickname. Rachel bites her lip and moans. "Yes." She breathes out.
Puck moves around on his bed, looking to see if any of the other guys are awake. They set him up in the back of the building just in case some nutcase followed him here that they'd have a decent shot of protecting him. He told them it wouldn't be necessary, but whatever. It's cool to have a shitload of marines watching your back. Only a few guys were awake with a light on but none close to him. They all slept when they got the chance to.
"You gonna touch yourself?"
"I want you to touch me Noah."
He bites back a moan and chuckles a little. "I'm not there to help you out baby. Still got two more weeks." She whimpers on the phone. At least he can get her distracted from the nightmare that Quinn put into her head. He adjusts himself, palming his length underneath his pants. He hated sleeping in this uniform and it was way too hot where they were.
They both get each other off on the phone. It turns out that Rachel is pretty fucking amazing at talking dirty over the phone. She's said a few dirty things but only when she was drunk and this is definitely not drunk Rachel. She's talking about something that he's not quite sure of, but he puts his arm over his eyes while he listens and ends up falling asleep. She can tell that he's asleep, but she doesn't hang up, just wanting the sound of his even breathing to soothe her from her day. Eventually she falls asleep too, cradling the phone to her ear and wearing his high school tshirt.
For the sake of my story, David Cook didn't win Idol. He's just…there :D Sorry if this seems short and snippy. Review and let me know what you think.