I probably can't express how shit awful I think this chapter is. The part I really want to get to in my story has been stuck in my head and trying to get there is creating a path of destruction into my creative thoughts. I'm really sorry! But I hope you guys will attempt to like it. Also, it's way shorter than I thought it'd be...another part of it being suckish.
Also, to my 100th viewer: PuckleberryFinnx11 your idea is in here as well : ) I hope you like it!
At 3:30 a.m., Puck's alarm starts to wail on the new nightstand that Rachel bought for his side of the bed since it took him longer to get up and walk over to her vanity to turn it off. And he hated, well not hated, but he really disliked it when Rachel was tired and moody. He silences it and throws his arm over his eyes, exhaling deeply.
"Just shower here Noah. It's pointless to go across town just to wake up your family then come back to this side of town to go to the set." Rachel rolls over and rubs his chest sleepily, her fingers running through the tiny chest hairs that were there.
Puck just grunts and leans over to kiss Rachel's nose, then gets up out of bed. He grabs the clothes that he brought over for after the premiere and walks off to the bathroom while Rachel falls back asleep.
Sometime around eight, Brittany waltzes into Rachel's room with Lord Tubbington and grabs Rachel's laptop then plops down where Puck was sleeping just a few hours ago. The cat climbs onto the brunette's stomach and starts to purr loudly, effectively waking Rachel up.
She rubs her eyes and looks over to Brittany."What time is it?"
"Around 8, but I have something I want to show you." She smiles and opens up the laptop, pulling up the page that they all looked at last night before bed and before the two of them got back from the premiere.
She sits up and adjusts the cat onto her lap, leaning on Brittany's shoulder as she looks at the laptop. "Are those from last night?"
The blonde nods. "We saw them last night, but the photographers went crazy over you two."
Brittany points at the picture of them making out towards the end of the red carpet but the only thing she notices is the way Holly is looking at them. The woman is practically glaring at Rachel's back. It makes her stomach clench in a weird way.
"I really like that one." Rachel points to one and as she looks over the other pictures, something catches her eye at the bottom of the screen. "Hey, click on that." She points to a link that has a picture of Puck on it.
Brittany pulls it up and sees it's an article from last week. Puck is sitting outside at a table with Holly, him with a small glass that looks like it could be filled with liquor and her with a glass of wine. He has a big grin on while she has her head tilted back and laughing, her curly brown hair falling over her chair.
Does Noah Puckerman have something going on with his publicist behind his girlfriend's back? It's been shown that during his time on set, he's been going to get lunch with his publicist frequently. How does Rachel feel about any of this or does she even know? The two haven't been heading out in public a lot since their big vacation in Miami. Maybe our resident bad boy is embarrassed of his LFL girlfriend. Or is he getting bored with being tied down? Only time will tell.
"We didn't see this last night." Brittany frowns.
"Nothing could be going on. Right?" Rachel looks at her friend, hoping for reassurance.
"I've seen how he looks at you Rachel and Holly doesn't have a damn chance. But if you're really worried about it, talk to him." She smiles sadly as Rachel's shoulders slump forward. She pushes at the brunette's shoulder. "Go talk to him on set Rachel. I know it's killing you to know."
She laughs lightly and moves Lord Tubbington to the middle of the bed. Quickly gathering some clothes, she pulls them on after freshening up in the bathroom then running out the door.
Rachel walks onto the set where Puck is located, his mother hot on her heels since she promised him and Sarah both that she would keep the woman entertained since they'd be gone all day, and she's really glad the director isn't around. But she does notice Holly lurking around in the background talking to Quinn, eyeing her suspiciously. It's like she suddenly has a Holly radar.
"Hey baby." Puck turns towards her, chewing some gum. He's a bit shocked that she's here, but the security knew that she could come to visit him any time that she wanted. "What are you doing here?"
Rachel leans forward and kisses him quickly, glad that he's smart enough to start chewing gum after he has to kiss Quinn. "We need to talk."
Oh shit. He knew that those four famous words were never good. Puck glances around and sees that his mother is standing there with her eyes wide open. "Um, what about?"
"Brittany was being extremely sweet this morning and showing me the pictures that were taken of us last night at the premiere, which we look amazing by the way, but I noticed that a certain someone was glaring at me. Then I noticed a small number of other pictures that people have posted online. Like you and Holly eating lunch a few times." He stares at her blankly, hoping she'll be giving him more details.
Puck sits up straighter in his chair and reaches for Rachel's hips but she takes a step back. "I was having lunch with her because she was trying to get me on a few talk shows and magazine articles."
"Can't she just call you to talk about that? And seriously why is she always on set!" Her eyes glance over to the brunette. "She's your publicist. If anyone should be here on set, I'd think it'd be Finn but I don't see him lurking around. Did you even know that there were people questioning our relationship?""
He sighs. "Let's go talk in my trailer. Please."
Rachel huffs and walks hurriedly over to his trailer with him trying to keep up and his mother scrambling behind them. Once they get in, the door is still open a bit, but he sits down and tries to pull Rachel to him but she refuses. His mom stands near the door against the wall, curious to see what's about to happen.
"What is this really about Rach? She's my publicist."
"I can see the way she looks at you." She managed to stay calm on set, but now her voice is getting to be a borderline hysterical. "Holly still wants you Noah! And I am not the jealous girlfriend. I swear to you I'm not, but there is something about her that unnerves me. I'm not crazy!"
"Baby…she doesn't want me." He reaches out for her calmly. " It's just business."
"Business!" She shrieks out and out of the corner of his eye, he's surprised to see his own mother flinching.
"Well yeah…" He shrugs like it's not a big deal.
"I don't think she knows how to do her damn job Noah. She's your publicist yet it seems like she hasn't done shit to do anything for you. Finn seems to be doing all of the work! He's the one who got you GQ. They didn't even contact her! They emailed him. Not Holly." Her eyes tear up as she looks up into his handsome green eyes. "God, the day we told her about our relationship and you walked off to take that phone call, Santana saw the way she was staring at your ass. Santana automatically knew that you two fucked and that the bitch still wants you."
The way Rachel was suddenly cussing was making his pants tighter but his chest felt tight. She had to be wrong. Holly didn't lurk around and stare at him. "She's on set all the time because she's best friends with Quinn. And she does do her job Rachel."
"Are you embarrassed to be with me? That's what people are saying online." She asks quietly, looking up at him.
"Why the fuck would you ask me that? No, I'm not embarrassed to be with you."
She huffs and storms out of the trailer, wiping her eyes. Something just doesn't feel right. The second she steps out and the tears are gone, even though her cheeks still feel wet, she notices Quinn and Holly peering out from her trailer that's right next to his. They heard everything. Or at least her yelling.
Puck looks at his mom and she's just standing there shocked. "Noah…" He pushes past her out the door and looks at Rachel.
"Baby, look I didn't want you to cry, but I assure you there's nothing going on. You're all I fucking want."
"I'm still mad at you. You think I'm just being paranoid." She looks over at Holly, who happens to be smirking at her in a very Puck-like fashion. It pisses her off.
"No, I'm—" He gets cut off by her kissing him hard.
Rebecca suddenly becomes very interested in how his trailer was made, inspecting the metal of it.
Puck pulls her in close, because even if she is mad, this kiss is extremely hot. Territorial Rachel was turning him on way more than it probably should, considering that his mother was right behind him and everyone on the lot was probably staring. Fuck, he's tempted to just take her up against the side of his trailer, mother standing there or not. Puck reaches down and puts his hands on the backs of her thighs and pulls her up, her sexy tan legs wrapping around his waist. Rachel whimpers into the kiss and moves her lips down to his neck, nipping and sucking at his flesh. She's completely aware of all the people who are staring but she doesn't even care at the moment. He's completely unaware at the moment of what she's doing to his neck but he's ecstatic when she kisses up his jaw and latches onto his lips again.
Puck kisses her hard before he pulls away and sets her feet back onto the ground. His mother clears her throat nervously and stares at the ground. He laughs and looks down at Rachel's swollen lips, rubbing his thumb across the bottom one.
"I'm still mad at you. Hopefully you'll realize that I'm right." She glances over at Holly and Quinn, both of their jaws dropped. Rachel leans up and nips at his lips a few times before she pulls away. Winking at the two women, she turns and walks away.
"Noah, I would stay and attempt to talk to you about this, but seeing how she's my ride." Rebecca shrugs.
"It's fine ma." He smirks gently and watches as she walks quickly over to Rachel.
"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like that before." Rebecca laughs and links her arm with Rachel's.
Her cheeks flush a bright red. "That was highly inappropriate. I'm really sorry, I just really don't like them."
"Oh sweetheart, you're not the only one." She takes her other hand and pats Rachel's arm. "Sarah has always had her suspicions of them. Let's go shopping."
"I'd like that. Would you like to come to our practice later?"
"I would love to." Rebecca smiles and looks back at her son.
Puck tilts his head at the retreating figures of Rachel and his mom, but he turns and sees that Holly is staring at him. Maybe she was right, but that can't be. Holly wouldn't fuck up his relationship. Right? He laughs to himself and walks into his trailer to go take care of himself from that amazingly hot make out session.
Once he's cleaning up, he looks into the mirror and sees the hickey that she left on his pulse point right above his collar bone. Shit, he wants her even more but he knows that he'll have to make it up to her since she's still mad.
Rebecca sits in the stands during practice, watching as Rachel takes out all her aggression on the defense. It's actually quite interesting to watch. As violent as it is, but she's seen far worse from her son in high school. Brittany's group finally gets a break and she walks up the steps to sit with Puck's mom.
Beiste finally gives everyone a break and Rachel is on the ground, doing crunches, to work off her extra frustration. Santana moves up the steps and sits on the other side of Rebecca, leaving her in the middle of them.
"She's not normally like this." Brittany admits while staring at her friend.
"What even happened at the set?"
"Rachel saw Holly talking with that Quinn girl and she just kind of exploded. I've never seen any girl stand up to my Noah like that. I think she left a mark on his neck too."
All three of them laugh and eye Rachel as she stands up and stretches.
Sarah sits back in her chair, watching Puck, Finn and Mike completely devour all the beef stew that their mom made, while Rebecca herself anxiously watches her son.
"So she was like, legit mad?" Finn pauses and looks over to Rebecca.
Rebecca nods and looks over to Puck.
He drops his bowl to the coffee table and puts his hands behind his head. "Dude, do you even know what article she was talking about? She asked if I was embarrassed to be seen with her."
Mike clears his throat and sets down his bowl. "Well we were looking at pictures of you guys from the premiere on a certain website. Maybe she saw it on there when Brittany showed her the pictures this morning. She was so excited, saying and I quote 'Puckleberry takes the cutest pictures.' So check on there."
Puck starts to ask about the pictures and Rebecca smiles widely, talking about how cute they looked.
Sarah walks into her room and pulls out her laptop to look for the article Rachel might have seen. First she glances over the pictures from the premiere before noticing a picture of her brother and another girl at the bottom of the page. Puck is smiling and his dumb publicist has her head back and laughing. Sighing, she picks it up and pads back into the living room, dumping the computer onto his lap with the article pulled up. They all glance at her warily while he reads.
"Well shit." He runs a hand over his head.
Finn and Mike pull the laptop over to the couch so that they could read it. Mike looks up at meets Puck's eyes, shaking his head. Finn just sighs and pushes the computer away. "I don't really understand why she's so mad. She's your publicist and you have the right to go have lunch with her to discuss things."
"Really Finn?" Mike looks over at him. "You honestly don't see how that could be a bad thing?" He waves over to the laptop again.
"Okay boys, let's not argue about this." Rebecca closes the computer and looks over to Sarah for some sort of help since they're the only two women in the room.
"Just make it up to her. Do something special."
"Okay, like what?" Puck looks around at his family.
Everyone looks around at each other before they all start talking at once. "Dinner and a movie." "A walk on the beach." "Drive out of town for a day."
"Wait, dinner and a movie? Finn are you serious?" Mike looks over, absolutely appalled.
"What's wrong with dinner and a movie? It's the classic go-to date."
"Why would you go with the classic go-to date if you're trying to make it up to someone special?"
Rebecca stares at the two arguing about the dates that they recommended. She shakes her head and looks over to her son. There's a crease forming between his eyebrows. Sarah has joined in on the conversation so she nudges his foot under the coffee table and motions to the kitchen.
"What?"
"Don't take that tone with me young man." His shoulders slump forward and he sighs. "Why don't you talk to two very nice girls who happen to know what Rachel loves?"
Puck perks up and looks at his mom. "You're a genius. Thank you ma." He kisses her cheek and runs out the door.
Once they hear the door close, the three in the living room look over to Rebecca. "Where'd he go?" She shrugs and walks back over to the couch, spooning in more stew into her bowl.
Santana opens the door and finds Puck staring at her. "You couldn't have used the key?" She walks away towards the living room where she and Brittany were watching a movie.
"Where's Rachel?"
"Out shopping. Again." Brittany sighs and looks at Puck. "What did you say to her?"
He sits down in the chair and looks at them both. "Shit, okay I get that I didn't handle any of that article in the best way. But I want to make it up to her. Dunno how to though, so I came to you two."
Santana sits up and leans forward on her elbows. "We have some questions first. You two barely go out as it is, so are you ashamed to be with her?"
"The fuck? No."
"Okay, then what I think you should do is go somewhere in public, but not where people will be freaking out over you, but you'll be seen."
"That was only one question."
"Seriously Puck?" Brittany looks over at him with her eyes wide. "Do you even want our help?"
"Shit, yes I do." He runs his hands over his head. "Tell me what to do. Where would she want to go?"
The blonde taps her finger against her chin. Where would Rachel want to go? "Oh! Baseball game. She hasn't been to one in awhile."
"That's smart Britts! You'll get plenty of attention there and she loves going to games."
"I think you guys have been so consumed by practice for this conference game that you guys forgot what month it is. Baseball season is over." Puck frowns. He really liked that idea.
"Fuck really?" Santana looks over to Brittany and she shrugs. "In that case…" She purses her lips and thinks. Suddenly she slaps her hands down on her thighs. "I GOT IT! They usually do this ice skating thing downtown. She wanted to go to it last year but we didn't get a chance to. I heard they were opening it earlier this year. Rachel has missed ice skating in New York since she moved here."
"That's a great idea. Shit I could kiss you both right now." He stands up and kisses each of their foreheads before he bolts over to Rachel's room to get on her laptop.
Rachel walks through the front door, dropping her purse and keys next to the table. Brittany and Santana are asleep with a movie playing on the screen. Laughing quietly to herself, she moves down to her room only to see Puck laying there on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"What are you doing here?"
"You should really get a TV in here." He sits up and stretches, looking at all her shopping bags. "What'd you get?" He nods at the bags.
"A lot of things I probably shouldn't have bought." She sighs and puts them down by her chair. "And I was thinking of getting a TV actually." Sitting on the chair, she picks at a loose thread on her jeans. "What are you doing here?" She asks again, but more quietly.
"We're going out." Puck stands up and walks over to her, holding his hand out.
She takes it hesitatingly and stands up. "Where?"
"Not tellin ya. But you should dress in something you'll be comfortable wearing outside for awhile."
Rachel pinches her eyebrows together before she moves over to her closet. "What would be appropriate?"
"Your jeans are fine. You should wear a v-neck shirt and a scarf. I really liked that the last time you wore it." He smiles and shoves his hands into his pockets.
She looks him up and down before she grabs a navy blue shirt out. After she's slipped off her shirt he walks over and wraps his arms around her. "I'm sorry Ray." He kisses her ear and then backs away so she'll finish getting ready.
Once she's dressed she fits herself in between his thighs while he sits on the bed. Rachel wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his forehead, speaking while her lips linger there. "It's really hard to stay mad at you."
He kisses her chin then looks up into her eyes. "Let's go. I'm really excited to take you out."
"Noah Puckerman is excited about going somewhere. This should be interesting." She giggles and helps him up. "Shh, San and Britt are asleep." They walk down the hall and then out the front door once she leaves them a note on the coffee table.
Rachel looks out at the ice skating rink, tears prickling her eyes. "How did you know?" She looks up at him.
"I'm pretty awesome." He smirks and reaches down to squeeze her hand.
She rolls her eyes. "You had help."
"Maybe." He grins and walks over to the booth where they can get their skates.
Rachel laces up her skates then quickly dashes away to get on the ice, leaving Puck on the bench while he's lacing his up. He looks at her and sees how happy she is. The little kids that are actually out during the day, are looking at her with awe. His feet finally move him towards the ice and he's actually a little glad that he can thank Ohio's shitty winter weather for knowing how to actually do this. That and peewee hockey.
She glides over to him and smiles brightly. "I've missed this so much. Thank you for bringing me here." Her arms wrap around his waist.
"Not a problem babe. But I think I can probably skate better than you."
Rachel gasps. "I don't think so."
"Wanna bet?" He grins evilly.
"You are so on Puckerman." She smiles up at him and pecks his lips before she skates off.
Forty five minutes later before their hour is up, Puck leans defeated against the railing while Rachel grins up at him. If he didn't like this girl so damn much, he'd be royally pissed that she is actually a better skater than him.
"Is this the time where I get to say I told you so?" She laughs and reaches for his hands.
He rolls his eyes and laughs a little. "Let's stay in a hotel tonight." Puck looks at her while she moves back and forth on the ice, holding his hands while he stands in one spot.
"Why?" She tilts her head to the side and eyes him carefully.
"Because ever since Sarah moved in and with my mom being in town, I feel like we haven't had just us time. And I need to make it up to you for being such a giant asshole. It'll be fun."
"Noah…you've already made it up to me by bringing me here. This is really so special." She moves back to him and pulls him down for a kiss. "You're amazing."
"C'mon Rach. Just say yes, you know you want to. We can get room service and other shit." He moves his eyebrows up and down, grinning at her seductively.
A pair of twins skate up near them, a little girl and a little boy, and glance at them warily. Rachel looks over and smiles. "Hi there."
The little girl looks over at her brother hesitatingly. He rolls his eyes and looks up at them. "Hey. Are you Noah Puckerman?"
He laughs. "I am. What's up?"
"You're really cool." The little boy grins. "And my brat sister here, wanted your autograph or whatever."
Rachel moves out of the way while Puck kneels down and pulls a pen out of his pocket. "I have a little sister." He scribbles something on the piece of paper that she has.
"Really?" Her eyes light up and she looks at him. Rachel can't help but giggle, but covers her mouth with her hand.
"Yeah, she can be a pain, but I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. It's the best job about being a brother." He winks at her and smirks at the little boy. "Here you go. I think your parents might be a little worried." Puck looks over to where a couple is standing nervously and he waves.
She looks at him talking with the kids. He'll be a really good dad one day.
"Thanks dude. C'mon brat." The little boy pulls her sister and skates away.
"You're good with kids." Rachel puts her hands on top of his shoulders and stretches the best she can to kiss his chin.
"I've had practice." He squeezes her tight against his chest. "So you never gave me an answer."
"I really don't deserve all this. But okay."
Puck laughs and picks her up, spinning her in a circle. "Let's go turn in these skates. I'm fucking sick of looking at ice." She rolls her eyes and grips his hand anyways.
They're laying naked under the sheets, fingers playing with each other's as they look at each other. Rachel's face is flushed while she takes deep even breathes to try and get her breathing back to normal.
"Can I ask you something? Without pissing you off?"
She readjusts her head on the pillow and looks into his eyes. "Yes."
"What happened with you and that Matt guy?"
Her fingers instantly still and she sighs. "I figured you would ask sooner or later. I guess it all kind of started in high school. I was always really determined, being in glee club and trying to do all things possible to get to Broadway. Because of that, everyone hated me until I got to college. Then I was mixed in with all the other determined people. Competition and all those other things, that's what pushed me away. In a way it really got too chaotic for me. But I didn't date. Not out of lack of interest, but because no guy wanted to date me. I used to get bullied daily. I had a few dates every now and then in college, but nothing serious. When I moved to LA and met Matt, he liked me. I definitely changed from how I was in high school, so you know, I guess what's not to like? He was my first serious boyfriend." She bites her lip. In a way, Puck is really only her second boyfriend and she feels so inexperienced.
"Keep going." He smiles at her reassuringly.
"But he was really determined to get further in his career that we just started to pull away. He was being really competitive and as you now know, that's what pulled me away from that line of work. I'm competitive with sports, because I'm with a team, I don't have to work alone. But it just got to the point where he was blowing off dates and coming to my games, just to kiss ass at work. I couldn't be with that anymore."
"You wouldn't have dated in me in high school." He tucks her hair behind her ear.
"Why's that?"
"I was a bully. Always coming in second place to Finn. I would throw slushees on losers and throw them into dumpsters."
Rachel laughs and pushes at his shoulder. "I'd get drinks thrown on me."
"They're jackasses." He mumbles, looking away. How could he have treated someone that way? Especially now that he's dating someone who is so amazing but got bullied.
"We're different now and we're happy." She smiles at him and curls up against his chest.
"Yeah we are. If you don't like competitions, how are you going to deal with Idol?"
"That's something that I want, so I won't mind working hard for it." She smiles at him. "Thank you for our date. It was perfect."
Rachel kisses his chest and closes her eyes. "No problem babe. I'm just glad you had fun. I have a meeting tomorrow with Finn, Quinn, the director and some other people on set so we'll have to leave here kinda early." He feels her hum against his chest, so he drops a kiss to her hairline and closes his eyes.
Quinn walks up to Finn's apartment, ready to get this meeting over with. Sure, the two guys were both hesitant at riding all together at first but they quickly got over it. She knocks on the door and hears shuffling on the other side but she just looks down at her phone, scrolling through the newest Twitter updates. Impatiently, she taps her foot and knocks again. The door down the hall opens up and she looks over to see a blonde staring at her. Her arms are folded while her head tilts to the side, leaning against the door frame. Quinn eyes her suspiciously and turns to the side, mirroring the woman's looks.
The door in front of her opens up and Finn looks at her oddly before looking down the hall. He laughs and motions for Puck to come out so he can lock the door and head out. They both laugh when Brittany winks and closes the door.
"How rude." Quinn scoffs and moves to walk in front of them.
Puck rolls his eyes and moves towards the elevators.
Once they get on set, the director motions them to all of their chairs with a few extras for the agents that decided to show up.
"Thank you all for coming here on our day off." Everyone grunts, but Puck notices not everyone is here. "Now, we were originally going to shoot scene 94 here on set and just build everything ourselves. But I just got word that Wilmington is now free since the movie that was there is done ahead of schedule. The week after Thanksgiving we'll fly over there and we've gotten the space for two weeks. Will everyone be fine with that?" He looks around as everyone nods. "Okay then. Thank you again for your time today."
Puck looks over at Finn. "We'll be gone during Rach's audition."
"She won't be mad man. And you know she'll call you afterwards no matter what."
Puck nods and walks back to Finn's car, thinking about how he'd be able to make that up to her. He sighs and leans his head back on the headrest on the passenger seat. Quinn looks between the two in the backseat, amazed that they completely forgot about her, but smiles as she pulls out her phone to text Holly about how they're going out of town to film. And maybe another little piece of information.