So sorry for taking so long to update; I had a serious case of writers block and then holidays and real life got in the way.

I was so disappointed that the whole time I was in America I was unable to see a single episode of season 2 and even more that I was in Las Vegas a week after Mark was there! Guess I'll just have to wait till January till Glee is on in the UK!

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It had been six weeks since Puck had asked Rachel to work in his bar, although bar wasn't really the right word to describe the venue. Rachel had been literally speechless when she had first walked in; it wasn't some dingy little drinking hole with a sticky floor and grubby toilets, but a high class establishment, which quite frankly would not have been out of place on The Great White Way.

She had been allowed to make nearly all the decisions regarding the other singers and dancers, and even had complete control of what they would be performing. It had been an exhilarating and exciting experience and for the first time since she had moved in with Puck, Rachel actually felt happy and didn't feel the need to try and escape.

Rachel had also begun to slowly warm to Puck, although she was still determined not to give in and sleep with him, she was pleasantly surprised that throughout all the arrangements and auditions Noah had been insightful and perceptive. There really was more to him than just a sex addict, although she had began to realise that he was very good at hiding his true self beneath innuendo and smut. If only he would let the Noah side of his personality out more often.

On the morning of their opening night Rachel was busy insuring all her costumes where pressed and ready for an efficient change between numbers, although there really was no need as she had double and treble checked them the after their final dress rehearsal the previous day. Two of the other performers that she had insisted they hire were also backstage preparing and Rachel smiled as she listened to her new friends playfully argue over who was the biggest diva.

Rachel had been instantly drawn to the flamboyant singers, Kurt and Mercedes; they had arrived at the audition in a whirlwind of attitude and glamour and she had been completely wowed by them. They had such a presence on stage that both Rachel and Puck immediately agreed and offered them a place in the show.

Rachel had not been blessed with many friends while she was growing up, she had been so determined to get to Broadway she had tended to come across as competitive and abrasive, which in turn had caused many people to avoid her, so it had been a wonderful experience for her to bond so quickly and completely with the colourful duo. When they had accepted their contracts, and bizarrely moved into the Palace, Rachel had been worried that when they discovered Puck's penchant for multiple lovers they may be as equally disgusted as she had been, but they seemed to take the news surprisingly well and shrugged it off with flippant comments suggesting that Puck was far to good looking to be tied down to one woman. For some reason, which Rachel couldn't, or didn't want to understand, she was far from happy at that thought and it played on her mind over and over during the weeks before opening night, especially when she was alone in her room going over choreography and set designs, while the rest of the household enjoyed the excess of wine and debauchery Puck's lifestyle provided.

Shaking herself from her recollections, she was finally happy that all her preparations here where complete and she had done everything possible to ensure a smooth opening night. Rachel made her way out of the bar and into the car where Matt was waiting to drive her back to the palace. She quickly opened the passenger door and slipped into the front seat before Matt realised she was there and had the chance to get out and open the back door of the Limo that Puck had insisted she use.

"Puck won't be happy knowing that you're driving up front like a member of staff rather than in the back like the star of the show Rachel."

"Matthew I have told you repeatedly that I really do not heed what Noah thinks I should or should not do, he does not own me therefore I may do as I please."

Matt chuckled to himself as he pulled the Limo smoothly into the traffic and made the twenty minute drive back to the Palace. I wouldn't have mentioned anything if it weren't for Puck giving me a talking to the last time he found out she sat up front, and let's be honest when is she going to realise that she really does 'heed' what Puck thinks. He had noticed a marked change in the behaviour of his Boss and the diminutive brunette seated beside him. Although they still argued like cat and dog over nearly everything, they were not vindictive or bitter as they had been in the very beginning when Rachel had first moved in. Matt believed that they had began to really depend on each other during the build up to the grand opening and if truth were told Puck had been spending a lot more time with Rachel going over plans for the bar than he had spent getting his kicks with his girls.

Puck was pacing around his room getting more and more nervous as the minutes ticked past. What the fuck is taking her so long, I thought she was just checking costumes and props, how can that take three fucking hours. Walking back to the window he peered out but there was still no sign of the Limo making its way up the drive.

Throwing his self back onto his bed Puck closed his eyes and let his mind wonder back over the past few weeks. They had been the happiest time of his life and he knew that was all down to Rachel. The whole thing had started as a way to finally get her into his bed, but the more time they had spent together the more he had realised that Rachel was the type of woman that you couldn't help but fall in love with. They had so much in common when they were both able to get past the preconceived notions they had about the other. They were both passionate about music and he still laughed at Rachel's shocked expression when she had heard him sing for the first time.

There had been so many times while they were going over music for the bar when Puck had to stop himself from leaning over and kissing her or touching her; nearness to her felt like such a pleasant pain. He had her in every way but the one way he wanted, but he had decided that today was the perfect time to open his heart to her. If I tell her how I really feel maybe she'll admit she likes me too, I know she does I've seen it in her eyes when she looks at me.

Standing up again Puck made his way to the window and was delighted to see the Limo entering the gates. Turning quickly he raced down to wait for Rachel.

As Matt stopped at the entrance to the Palace he saw Puck standing in the doorway with a very impatient look on his face. Crap he's going to give me shit for Rachel being up front, it almost seems like he's jealous that she might actually want to sit beside me.

When the vehicle stopped Matt hurried round to open the passenger door before Rachel could gather all her belongings. Rachel reached up and kissed Matt's cheek once she stepped out of the car. Thanking him for his patience she quickly hurried up the stairs knowing that she only had a few short hours to be back at the bar and she still had a lot of preparation to do. She never saw Puck as he had hastily retreated back into the Palace the moment he witnessed the kiss.

Puck made his way hurriedly to the girls' room as he felt his anger pulsing through his body. What the fuck is she doing kissing Rutherford, he's my fucking bodyguard and driver, why the fuck would she want him when she could have me? Don't even know why I care, frigid bitch would probably be fuckin' useless in bed anyway. I don't need her, I've got San, Brit and Quinn to keep me satisfied. I don't need her tiny, perfect little body. Cursing his stupid brain for conjuring up images of a naked Rachel writhing below him Puck pushed open the door and quickly made his way over to the massive bed situated in the middle of the room.

Quinn, Santana and Brittney where quick to join Puck on the bed, watching him intrigued as he quickly and silently removed his clothing and lay back motioning them to tend to his needs. Sharing a quick look of confusion they all leaned over and began kissing and caressing his body. In all the time they had been in Puck's harem none of them had him seen him behave in this manner. Normally he would have been more interested in taking care of them before he allowed them to reciprocate and he definitely would not have been soundless. As a rule Puck's 'dirty talk' was legendary and he had been know to generate orgasms with his words alone.

Santana had just positioned herself between his thighs lowering her mouth to his dick so she could give him the mind blowing head she was famous for when he jerked away from her.

"No I only want Brit and Quinn, Santana you can leave us alone." Puck bit out as he refused to look at the Latino.

"What the fuck? What do you mean I can leave? I give fucking epic blow jobs, why the fuck wouldn't you want me?"

"I'm in the mood for blondes today so like I said, you can leave."

Tossing her hair over her shoulder Santana moved from the bed to the couch against the opposite wall. "Whatever, I think I'll stay here until you come to your senses."

"No. I said leave and I meant it, get out Santana." Puck still refused to look at the brunette as he dismissed her, instead focusing his attention on the girls currently frozen with matching expressions of disbelief on their faces. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Quinn quickly hurried to replace Santana between Puck's legs and lowered her hands and mouth to his cock which, for the first time ever, was no where near hard. She gently began to lick and stroke unsure what was really going on but intent to prove that she could satisfy his needs. The thought of being told to leave the Palace was unimaginable; there was no where for her to go.

Puck closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of Quinn's mouth around his flaccid dick. What the fuck is going on in your head Puckerman. Why aren't you hard yet, normally you just have to see a bit of skin and you're practically bursting out of your pants. Just stop thinking about Rachel, you obviously don't mean anything to her and nothing is ever going to happen between you, stop fucking moping and just fuck the girls who want you.

Signing as he finally felt his cock start to respond to Quinn's touch he opened his eyes and looked down and the blonde. This is so wrong; you have to stop this now. Puck jerked involuntary, shocked at what his conscience was telling him. He had never once thought that his actions where wrong, he had never had sex with anyone who didn't want to sleep with him too. He had never forced anyone to do anything. What about Rachel? No, he had never forced her to sleep with him, but he wouldn't let her leave the palace even after her repeated escape attempts. I was just trying to keep her safe, she wouldn't survive alone. If she could Jacob wouldn't have been able to bring her to me in the first place.

Quinn was still trying her best although Puck was still only half hard and he could see the frustration written all over her face. The situation would have been funny, if it hadn't been happening to him. Turning his head slightly he noticed for the first time that Brittany was no longer in the room. She always was more interested in Santana than me, guess I should have realised that sooner. What the fuck am I still doing here, I don't want Quinn and she doesn't want me. This has to end now.

"Quinn, just stop okay." Gently pulling her up by the shoulders he placed her on the bed beside him as he quickly redressed.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you going to make me leave?" Quinn hated the pathetic tone in her voice as she felt the tears welling in her eyes. This was her worst fear; Puck was going to kick her out onto the streets.

"No of course not" Puck pulled Quinn into a hug when he noticed her tears. "Hey it's ok, don't worry I'm not going to make you leave if you don't want to, you can stay here as long as you want." Pulling back from the hug she smiled back at him. "So what's wrong, what happened?"

Puck smiled back before shrugging his shoulders. "I've just realised that this is not what I want anymore. I want something more, something real."

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