A/N: I don't own glee. I also don't know how I feel about this chapter… meh.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

"What the?" Rachel sits up in bed and hears someone or something tapping on her window. For a moment she can't breathe and her heart is pounding…oh no, Jacob.

"Berry, open the fucking window!" You have got to be kidding me!

"Noah!"

"The one and only!" He deftly climbs through the window like he's done it thousands of times.

"You're drunk." She can smell the beer on him.

"No. I'm tipsy. Huge difference. Can I hide here?" He's already sitting on her bed.

"From what?"

"Actually from who."

"Whom."

"Whatever. Can I?"

"May I."

"Seriously?!"

"Do I really have a choice?"

"Ernie, you always have a choice!" She has told him this numerous times after his numerous altercations where his only defense has only ever been, 'I didn't have a choice, Berry!'

"Fine! What and or whom are you hiding from?"

"I'm not so sure you used 'whom' correctly right there." He points at her mouth.

"Who are you?!"

"I spend too much damn time around you, Berrs." (Pronounced bears).We're playing manhunt and I don't feel like playing anymore." He flops his head onto the bed.

"Are you 12?"

"Come over here and find out." She doesn't, so he simply explains to her ceiling, "Not much to do in Lima."

"What happened to video games?"

"We never get any fresh air Berry!" He says a little too loudly and she rushes to the bed and shushes him. "Finn's mom kicked us out." He whispers.

"Where's Finn?"

"Fuck if I know. Can I lie down?"

"You are."

"I may be drunk." He looks at her seriously.

"Yeah."

"Nice pjs, by the way. Finn should have thought of hiding here." She's currently all too aware of the tight boxer-briefs and very worn out, too small 'Mattingly' t-shirt she has on.

Her phone vibrates on her bedside table. Sure enough, it's Finn.

Finn: You awake?

"He wants to know if I'm awake."

"Can I reply?" Noah asks with that devilish look in his eyes and she once again feels pity for his poor mother.

"No! I'm just not going to respond."

"What if he comes here?"

"Only you are that crazy. There's no way he would attempt to climb into my window." She tries pulling her comforter over her body, but there is a teenage male lying on top of it which is not helping her endeavor.

"Please don't cover up…all I get to do is look, at least let me have that." He rolls towards her and throws his arm over her legs

"Don't whine; it's very unbecoming."

"Oh, I'll be…unbecom..coming…wait, I had something for this…" He stumbles through his attempt at a sexually explicit remark and she starts laughing so hard she has to stuff her face into a pillow to keep from waking her dads up. "You think that's funny!?" He whispers and slowly brings his fingers to her sides and starts tickling her.

"Please stop Noah! Omigod! Stop!" She's whispering harshly. They are very close to one another and she hasn't turned any lights on yet. She starts to panic because this is her sanctuary. This is the place she can be totally alone with her thoughts. Her thoughts about him and now that he's here and she isn't just fantasizing about it, she becomes incredibly frazzled.

She manages to make it into a sitting position with her legs stretched out in front of her when he stops tickling her. He's lying on his stomach draped over her legs. She can't focus on anything else, but how close his face is to her, well, nether regions. He looks up at her with hooded lids.

"Can I look?" He pushes himself up and whispers into her neck. "Your boyfriend is a fuckin moron and not much of a boyfriend…he's not even here…to…enjoy you." His lips haven't touched her yet because he's waiting for permission. He will not ruin what they have. It's all he has.

"You're here." It just escapes her lips before she can think twice about what that even means or if it sounds stupid or whatever.

"Can I enjoy you?" He meets her eyes and must see something there because he looks to her lips and she knows he's going to kiss her. Her phone vibrates. He doesn't break his eye contact with her when he grabs her phone off of the table next to them and opens the message. After he reads it, he turns it so that she can and she has to blink at the bright light before the message registers.

Finn: Open your window. I'm outside.

"When did he grow a set?" Noah asks her as if she'll be able to answer him. She's currently paralyzed. There is way too fucking much going on for me to process right now. Noah stands up.

"Will you shut up and hide!" Her senses and mobility thankfully come back to her.

"Not there!" She can't stop laughing at how ridiculous he's being; under her lamp shade, really?

"Guh. Just don't fuck him while I'm in here, okay? Or better yet… maybe you should, but get on top." He points to the slits in the closet doors as she shoves him inside.

"Am I gonna find any toys in here?" He says after she closes the door. "Jackpot!" He found her 'bullet.' Small, silver and starring in his every fantasy from this moment on. There's a wire that is attached to it that leads to a little black box with a dial on the side. This is so Berry, he thinks. It's not some big crazy vibrator that looks like a woodland creature. It's a simple little piece of vibrating metal. It's naughty without being too naughty. Perfect.

"Shit, I hate you! Just shut up." She punctuates this by kicking the closet door.

"What?" Finn asks a little out of breathe as he rolls? through the window and lands in a heap on her bedroom floor.

Noah's having a really hard time keeping his shit together. It's like trying to hold back laughter in a quiet classroom. This is ridiculous!

"Nothing! Hi! How was your night?!" She screeches and throws her arms around his neck a little too enthusiastically.

"Soooo gooood!"

"You're drunk too." She states. He can't hold his drink.

"Babe, you're drunk?" He asks her and she realizes her mistake.

"No! I meant…my dad…got drunk…is drunk, as well. Everyone's just…drunk tonight." If she keeps this shit up he's gonna blow his cover he's laughing so hard.

"Oh." Finn starts kissing her with all he's got and almost knocks her over.

Noah thinks this is the perfect time to torture Ms. Berry. So he turns the dial on the little black box and the silver 'bullet' starts vibrating in his hand.

Buzzzzzzzzzz.

"What was that?" Finn breaks away from her lips and stumbles a little.

"What was what?"

Buzzzzzzzzzzzz.

"That." I'm going to fucking kill him.

"Finn, you're drunk. I do not hear a thing."

"Yeah I guess you're-"

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

"Right there! Hear it?"

"Nope!"

"Whatever. Can I lay down, babe? I'm soooo tired and I don't feel like playing anymore."

"Playing what?"

"Manhunt. Didn't Puck tell you?" Holy shit! Rachel's stomach is lying in a pool near her feet.

Noah rolls his eyes when he hears Finn ask her this. Dude, it was a joke!

"What?! When would…how…I mean-" Shit. Noah starts to panic a little. He didn't think Finn would say anything to Rachel about his stupid joke earlier. She's gonna be pissed.

"He said he was texting you earlier."

"He most certainly was not!" Alright Berry, tone down the crazy.

"I kinda figured he was just trying to get me riled up, but I just wanted to check."

"You don't trust me?" Uh-oh.

"I don't trust him!" Fuck you! Are Noah's first thoughts, but then, actually you probably shouldn't…

She doesn't argue with him. Why doesn't she argue with him? She glances towards the closet and then asks Finn to leave.

"Why? Look, Rach I'm sorry…I just…he just…I think he might like you."

She's so quiet Noah can barely hear her. "What would make you say that?" He starts answering her question in his head…You're beautiful, you never judge me, you snort when you laugh really hard, you always trip over nothing. Those obviously aren't his only reasons, but they are the first ones that spring to mind and he's really glad she wasn't asking him because that sounded pretty lame, even to him.

"Come on Rach! He beat up Jacob." Shit, she doesn't know that.

"Well he IS annoying!" Noah smiles when she says that because he knows he's corrupting her. Just a little. Not too much because he likes Berry the way she is.

"See! That doesn't even sound like you, babe!" ENOUGH with the 'babe' already! She hates that shit. "Plus he gave you a ride home the other night." She TOLD him?

"So, giving someone a ride home means you want to have sex with them?!" um…yes please?

"I didn't say that! I sad he likes you."

"It's implied it is Puck we are discussing." Noah's not sure how he feels about that statement. First of all, 'Puck' sounds forced and weird coming out of her mouth. Second, he knows her well enough to know that she's acting right now because she calls him 'Puck.' Right?

"Exactly my point, babe, so just watch him will you? I really don't like the idea of him giving you a ride."

"You cannot be serious, Finn! He did me a favor after you fell asleep!" If he only knew how many times Berry's been my passenger.

"Why ask him? Of all the people you could have called, you called him?!" Dude, keep your voice down.

"Keep your voice down." She takes a deep breath and continues, "He saw me walking home and asked if I wanted a ride. Why are we even discussing this? You're drunk and I want you to leave."

"No." The fuck, dude? Just get out of here.

"Excuse me?"

"I said no." He moves closer to her and kisses her. Hard. This time he doesn't stumble. He guides her over to her bed. "I'm sorry; I just don't want to lose you."

"Finn, stop. You can't stay. I'm sorry too, but you really have to go."

He reluctantly pulls away from her and says ok and tells her he'll call her tomorrow. Wow, that was easy. He didn't put up much of a fight.

Once he's finally out of the room and walking away from her house, she starts breathing again. She remembers Noah and opens the closet door. He smiles up at her and she smiles back.

"Sup Berry?"

"Not much, you?"

"Trying not to vomit from watching the 'Babe and Babe' show."

"Ugh. I hate that he calls me that. You beat up Jacob?"

"I knew it! It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't do it so much, babe."

"Shut up and you're avoiding my question."

"Come on, it was bound to happen eventually."

"You could have gotten into trouble."

"I didn't."

"Thank you and stop staring at me." He hasn't stopped ogling her and it's making her…warm.

"Anytime…So, I found a new toy." She glares at him.

"Yes, I heard you playing with it. Thank you for that, by the way."

"Do I have to leave too?" He sounds like a 5 year old.

"You can stay if you put your new toy back where it belongs." She rolls her eyes and she's beat red, but she won't let him embarrass her just because she likes to get off.

"My new toy belongs in your-"

"Get out."

"Nope." He flops down on the bed.

"Fine you can stay, but I'm going to sleep." She says crawling onto the bed hoping he'll just leave if she ignores him.

"K."

"What are you going to do?" She asks.

"Go to sleep." He answers while pulling his shirt off.

"On second thought, maybe you should just go home. I'm just really tired and my dads may come in and…"He places a quick kiss on her lips to shut her up and puts his shirt back on.

"Night babe." He's out the window and long gone when she gets up to close her closet and sees his red letterman jacket there. She may or may not have smelled it. 17 times.