Unthinkable Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

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I'm moving this weekend, but I'm going to try to get another chapter of Like a Star out before then.

Song key: italics = Rachel bold = Santana plain text = Brittany bold italics = all three

I hope you enjoy.

I got invited to a party! It's at Artie's tonight and I'm so excited that I'm having trouble with cohesive thoughts. I almost feel like tonight will be the pivotal moment in changing the public perception of my personality. It's been 2 weeks since Noah and I took our little day trip and in that time I've kept to myself. I did spend one day with Mercedes and Kurt, but other than that, my journey into launching and maintaining successful friendships has been a slight failure.

But I'm determined that tonight I will triumph. And that of course starts with the perfect outfit. This line of thinking currently has me walking through the mall trying to decide what look I'm trying to achieve tonight. Sexy vixen? Beachy casual? Girl next door? So many options, it's a little confusing but like most stars, I am at my best when under extreme pressure.

As I walk out of another store, I see Santana. I start to turn the other way, but I'm almost positive that she'll be at the party tonight and I don't want to begin with awkwardness. Besides, during our run through Regionals and Nationals, we reached an agreement to try to be polite. I smile as she notices me and nods her head in my direction. As she begins to walk towards me, I meet her halfway. We exchange greetings and I decide to amp up my attempts at gaining a girlfriend.

"Are you going to Artie's party?"

Santana smirks. "Yeah, are you going?"

I nod. "I usually don't go to casual social gatherings because they tend to be a cesspool for peer pressure and scandalous behavior, but I'm attempting to loosen up this summer. I think it will greatly improve my overall life to try to acclimate myself to people who haven't already mapped out their entire life."

Santana blinks at that and even I'm caught off guard because that was way more than I meant to say. I swear I try to filter my language into verbiage that most people are comfortable with but somehow in the path from my brain to my mouth, the translation is lost.

"That was a lot of words to say that you're trying something new."

When I stare at her, she shrugs. "It's not that we don't understand what you say Rachel. It's that we don't understand why you feel the need to say so much."

I giggle, unable to help myself. "I'm working on it. So what are you looking for today?"

"Nothing in particular. What about you?"

"I'm trying to find something to wear tonight. Most of my clothing, though stylish, isn't conducive to…"

I clear my throat as a slight blush covers my cheeks. "I don't have a lot of party clothes."

She smiles at my effort. "Well, it's a good thing you ran into me. Party clothes are my specialty. Let's go find something to show that smoking little body off."

My eyebrow arches. "You think I'm smoking?"

Santana shrugs again. "I work out daily, so I know what it takes to look how you do. I just don't understand why you cover it up in grandma sweaters and the like. As a friend, it is now my personal responsibility to find you something to wear tonight that will make the boys stand up and beg."

Somehow through this conversation, I've gained a shopping buddy and a friend. Today's starting off pretty good if I do say so myself.

Moments later, I am regretting my earlier hubris. These clothes are… barely there. I step out of the dressing room blushing profusely and trying to decide where to place my hands to better cover my body. I settle for gripping the bottom of the dress (if you can call it that!) and tugging it lower. I notice that this causes the top to become even more low-cut and I'm trying not to hyperventilate. Santana sees my distress and immediately starts laughing.

"You should see your face! You look so appalled!"

I step back into the safety of the dressing room. "I am appalled! I can't go out in public like this."

Santana shrugs. "I do it all the time."

I stutter at that; I'm looking for a response when two guys walk past us on the way to the men's department. One elbows the other and they both grin in my direction. Loud wolf whistles are sent my way and I smile shyly at the attention. After the boys disappear, I meet Santana's gaze.

"Okay… but not this one. I've already been seen in it."

She laughs again and I close the door in her face.

Artie's party is pretty kick ass. There's a DJ blasting music and lights are flashing through his backyard. His parents have left town and told him to enjoy himself so he's apparently taken that as permission to have this shindig.

I'm sitting with Mike rolling like the best weed ever as he tells me something about the hot girls who hang out at the lake. For a second my mind flashes back to the day at the pond, but I shake it off. We both look towards the dancefloor as Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado starts playing. We grin and bump fists as we head to the floor because girls are known to dance extra sexy during this song. It's just a fact. In seconds, I've got a Cheerio backed up against me grinding and my hands are low on her hips. It's a damn good night.

Turning, I look at the other couples shaking their shit on the floor and I spot Rachel. I don't know how the fuck I missed her during my previous glances. I'll have to blame it on the fact that she doesn't look like the Rachel I'm used to. She's wearing a snug teal dress that looks awesome against her skin. But it's the amount of skin showing that has me trying not to swallow my tongue. Her dress dips low in the front and ties around her neck and the back… Let me stop and have a moment of silent thanks for whoever made this damn dress. The back drops down in a like swing of fabric to the top of her ass. Considering the fabric stops abruptly at mid-thigh, there's not a lot of her that's not showing. End result? Hot.

Still dancing, I catch her eye and raise a brow at her attire. She shrugs self-deprecatingly and smiles as she raises her hands into her hair and slithers down the front of some baseball player. His grin of dazed delight makes me laugh out loud. He puts his hands on her hips and spins her to face him. I'm not sure what to feel as he slides a leg between hers and grinds her down lower. Her arms trail over his shoulders and suddenly, I do not like her dress anymore.

The douchebag's hand is way too fucking low on her bare back. He dips her and as her hair tumbles towards the floor she meets my gaze again. Her smug smirk is enough to make me want to choke her. Or fuck her. Or whatever. I can totally see her tits bouncing, what do you expect? It's hot but I'm not about to let her know. As the song ends, I head back towards Mike to medicate myself.

Santana stops in my path. "I see you're admiring my handiwork."

I'm confused until she waves at Rachel.

"You did that?"

She nods. "Poor thing didn't know how to showcase that type of talent."

I glance back at Rachel who is now leaving the dancefloor. Her eyes are bright, her face is slightly flushed, and her hair is wild and sexy. She looks like a woman who just climbed out of bed and has no problem climbing right back in. I chuckle as I turn back to my ex-girlfriend.

"You're either an evil genius or an idiot. I can't decide which."

"You interested?"

I smirk at her as Rachel reaches us. She's got a cup of some fruity shit in her hand and she's sipping at it. She stands next to Santana and they each wrap an arm around the other's waist. That causes mental images that are… Damn, it's hot out here. Santana smiles at me as I start ignoring her.

"Looking good Berry. Having fun?"

Rachel laughs low in her throat and my body tightens in response. That is a sexy ass sound. She should do that more often.

"I'm having a blast. I saw you on the floor, you've got some moves."

Santana snorts at this. "I've gotta find Brittany and the shots, I'll catch up with you later."

We're silent for a second as we watch her go. Rachel glances at me and bites her bottom lip. "Where were you headed?"

I nod towards Mike who's talking to the Cheerio that I danced with. "About to smoke with Mike."

She frowns slightly as she realizes I don't mean cigarettes. "You know that that's bad for your vocal cords right? Not to mention it's totally illegal."

I grab her hand holding the cup and lift it to my lips for a sip. I smirk as I taste the rum. "So is that babe."

She shrugs. "I'm trying something new."

All types of dirty thoughts enter my mind at that one sentence, but I'm distracted by a group of guys that are standing behind us staring at Rachel. I glare at them and wrap my arm around her shoulders, leading her towards Mike.

"Well let's add to your experiences."

Two hours later, we're sitting on a bunch of pillows in a gazebo with Santana, Brittany, Mike, and Matt. The bottle of Jack Daniels is half empty and Rachel is giggling softly with the other girls as we discuss sports. As soon as Mike said Reggie Bush, they are started in. I'm pretty sure I know what that's about but I'm going to let it slide.

I'm absently running my fingers through Rachel's hair as she leans back against my chest. Her legs are crossed at the ankles and her head is tucked under my chin. Santana has been sending me smirks all night. I haven't let Rachel out of my sight since I caught those assholes looking at her. I'm not claiming her… not really. But I don't want anyone else to do it before I decide if I want to. Yeah, it's a jerk move, but if you know me you're not surprised.

Noah's fingers are running through my hair and I kind of want to curl up and purr like cat. It's been a good night. I danced and flirted and no one treated me like a freak. I even had a couple of guys ask for my number! I was a little flustered at that but I think I recovered admirably. I'm not sure how long I've been drifting in my own thoughts but when Noah tugs lightly on my hair, I look up and realize everyone is staring at me. My cheeks flush.

"Um… what did I miss?"

Santana laughs. "Brit and I were just saying how much we missed singing together and Brittany said we should sing right now. Pick a song."

"Oh, okay… give me a sec." I run through my mind for a song that will aptly describe what I'm feeling, but that's also popular enough for them to know the words.

I've got it! I get to my feet and whisper the song to the girls as the guys watch us smiling.

I'm going out tonight, I'm feeling alright

Gonna let it all hang out…

Wanna make some noise, really raise my voice.

Yeah, I'm wanna scream and shout.

No inhibitions-make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about being a woman
is the prerogative to have a little fun and...

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts, short skirts!
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild. Yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action! Feel the attraction.
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The girls need a break; tonight we're gonna take
the chance to get out on the town.
We don't need romance, we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down.

The best thing about being a woman
is the prerogative to have a little fun and...

I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman

I end the song holding onto the girls and giggling. As the guys clap and whistle, we collapse back on the ground of the gazebo. Noah's smiling at me and without thinking, I lean forward and quickly press my lips to his. I slide my tongue across his lower lip as I pull away. Everyone is silent waiting for his response, but I just smirk at him. He grins.

"What was that for Berry?"

I shrug and stare at him challengingly. "I felt like it."

He gives me an impressed look and nods his head. "Well, I've never been one to deny a woman, so whenever you feel like it, knock yourself out."

He tugs me onto his lap and I snuggle back against him. Santana is smiling super hard, but Brittany's her normal oblivious self. All in all, it's been a pretty awesome day.

I'm clattering around helping clean up the party's aftermath when Noah finds me. He takes the garbage bag and holds it while I tip empty cups into it. He's looking at my feet when I finally look at him. I glance down but I don't see what's caught his attention.

"Noah?"

He meets my gaze and his slow smile makes my heart start to pound in my ears. "Those are fuck-me shoes."

I lift my leg slightly and look at the 4 inch gold stilettos. They have straps winding around my legs, but they've been surprisingly comfortable. Another point for Santana I guess. I'm flustered at his continued smile, but I call upon my phenomenal skills.

"Is that an invitation?"

His eyebrows shoot up and I can't hold in the laughter. I lean against him as the humor makes me weak. He growls in my ear, nipping at the lobe and I gasp at the sensation. I step away from him and he steps forward and whispers to me.

"Afraid or turned on?"

"I refuse to dignify that with an answer."

He nods. "Turned on. Let's get out of here."

I'm trying to decide what to do when he grabs my hips and yanks me flush against him. He swallows my whimper as he seals his lips to mine. My indecision disappears as I try to climb in his skin. His hands trail up and down my sides and my body is humming. He pulls away just as abruptly and stares at me for a second. Without a word, he holds a hand out to me. Slightly dazed, I take it. I wave weakly at my friends as he leads me out of the yard.

As soon as we get into the truck, Rachel attaches herself to my neck. She keeps licking slowly from my collarbone to my ear and I'm positive I'm going to explode if I don't get my fucking hands on her right now. My brain is racing for where to take her; I know she doesn't want to go to my house and I don't want to go to hers. I don't want to go back to the pond; we were just there a couple of weeks ago.

I pull into the drive-in parking lot. The last movie ended hours ago so it's deserted and perfect. As soon as I put the truck in park, I shove my seat back and yank her onto my lap at the same time. The little moans she makes as I nip at her chin are driving me insane. She smells so fucking good, like apples and… Rachel. The combination is making me dizzy. When she straddles me, I realize I could die right now and be happy with my life.

I run my hands down her back and into her dress. As they cup over her ass, she bites my bottom lip. I groan and pull her forward until she feels how fucking steel hard she has me. She leans back and meets my gaze before rocking against me slowly. My shorts are giving me more distance than her panties and she whimpers from the friction. I lick the curves of her breasts rising against neckline of her dress and she once again pulls away.

She stares at me searching for… something. I try to give her whatever expression she wants and it must work because my deepest wish comes true. With a naughty little smile, she reaches under her hair and unties her dress. The straps fall to her sides, but the cups are still clinging to her tits. I grip the fabric in my teeth and pull it down, exposing her to my feasting eyes. I have to take a second and just look at her because she's like a fucking wet dream. I palm her in my hand and her head falls back against the steering wheel. When I lean down and flick a pebbled tip with my tongue I come to decision that my earlier thought was untrue. Now I can die happy.

I suck her into my mouth and she grinds herself down on my lap again.

"Ohmygod, Noah!"

That's right… say my fucking name.

Her fingernails scrape against my sides as she frantically reaches for my shirt. I help her get it over my head and pull her to me for a hug. When her skin hits mine, I groan again because she feels that good. I wrap her hair around my fist and roughly yank her head back. She gasps but doesn't struggle as I suck her nipple into my mouth. My free hand plucks and tugs the other one until she starts squirming in my lap. I have to do something… this isn't enough.

She must agree with me because she's chanting for more over and over again. I'm not sure how far she wants to take this, but I'm not stopping until she comes. There's not enough room in this damn truck for what I want, which is weird because I've done everything in here. I push open the door and get out with her wrapped around me.

The air hits her skin and she looks around wide-eyed. "What if someone sees us?"

I shake my head. "There's no one over here this late. We're good."

Her eyebrow rises. "You seem pretty sure of that."

I run a hand from her throat to her navel and her eyes glaze. "Babe… if anyone even tried to fuck up this moment, I'd have to kill them. We're good. Trust me."

She looks around again for a second, and then kisses me. I deposit her on the hood of my truck and push her back. She leans on her elbows and looks at me questioningly as I stand between her open legs. I can see her panties. They are lace and the same color as the dress. The spot between her thighs is slightly darker from her dampness and I press my mouth to the fabric, kissing her. She arches her hips and I use the moment to grip the panties and pull them off of her. When she's bare to my gaze, I can hardly fucking breath. She's naked there.

She meets my eyes and I can tell she's self-conscious, so I speak the truth. "You're so damn beautiful. It's fucking amazing that all this sexy is contained in such a small package." When she smiles, I feel like the man. I press open-mouthed kisses between her thighs as her hands run back and forth over my strip of hair. When I lick my tongue up her slit, she makes the sexiest moan ever. I begin to draw slow circles around her clit as my finger slides into the tight heat. I crook my finger inside her and she lifts up helplessly before falling back onto the hood.

When I feel she's ready, I add another finger and seal my mouth to her clit. I stab it with my tongue in rhythm with my fingers and she's making incoherent sounds in her throat. I feel her body tightening and I lift my head to watch her. My fingers are pumping in and out and she's dripping down my fucking wrist. Her head is turning from side to side as she tries to fight the inevitable.

"Rachel, look at me."

Her glazed eyes open and meet mine. I flick my tongue against her again and she bangs her head back.

"Come for me Rachel. You know you want to let go. Come baby."

Her little sex whimpers are getting louder as I work my fingers faster.

When she meets my gaze again, I say what I'm thinking.

"You're so fucking sexy. Let Puck make that pussy come."

She erupts against my hand at the dirty words. I quickly pull my fingers free and lap at her with my tongue. I grip her hips and drape her legs over my shoulders as I suck her nectar. Her thighs are shaking and her body is trembling as she comes down.

When she's still, I gently put her legs down and pull her up until she's sitting. Her eyes are still closed as I pull her dress into place and tie it behind her neck. She looks at me as I slide her into my arms and carry her to the passenger seat. As I try to close the door, she puts a hand against it.

"What about you?"

She bites her lip and I can tell she's self-conscious again. I kiss her lips quickly.

"Berry… that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I should be thanking you. I'm good for the night, trust me."

Her cheeks flush and she smiles shyly as I close the door. I'm actually still rock hard, but I don't want to push her. Besides, she's seriously given me something to jerk to for the rest of my life. That shit was awesome.

As I pull out of the parking lot, she snuggles against me. If my lips happen to rest against her temple for the entire drive to her house, it's no one's business but ours.

Song is "Man! I feel like a woman" and I don't own that either.