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She woke up in a strange bed to her phone ringing, "Hello?" "Where are you, Rae?" "At a friend's why?" "Are you working my shift?" "Yeah don't worry it's only nine." "Okay I'll talk to you tomorrow." She sighed and set up looking around at the room she didn't notice last night. It was white and bare the only color was the bedspread and it was black. She threw back the covers and headed for the door. She heard the TV as she walked down the hall. She hoped Puck was up. She was still worried about his face. He was standing in the kitchen drinking out of a coffee cup, she gulped. His cheek was purple and he had half a panda under his eye. She walked up to him looking at his face, "How do you feel?" Her eyes found his, "Fine. How about you? Did you sleep well?" She didn't notice his eyes go from her feet up her legs then her chest and finally her face because she was looking down. "I slept fine at least I didn't wake up to slamming doors and giggling. But I'm fine I'm not the one who got in a fight last night." Her hand went to his face. He didn't wince if this girl wanted to easy her guilt by playing nurse that was fine with him. "What do you mean slamming doors and giggling?" She leaned against the counter with him. She was wearing red lacey boy shorts with his white shirt that stopped just above her ass. God help him. "I live with three others girls from the club." He walked to a cabinet and pulled out another mug for her and handed it to her showing her where everything was. "Which ones?" "Um Santana, Brittany, and Quinn." She fixed her coffee. "How long have you lived with them?" She was standing beside him and he couldn't help looking at her tan legs. "Almost three years." Shit he thought she was there when he was sleeping with Santana. then he realized that she was the one always in the kitchen singing when he was leaving.
"You don't remember me do you?" She looked at him squinting. "Of course I do. Wouldn't you take notice that your boss is in your house." He winced while she laughed. "Look it - I," She held up her hand to stop him. "I'm not your girlfriend or wife. You're a grown man who likes to jump beds. I'm cool with it and so is San. I mean who hasn't been a bed jumper?" He looked at her, she was weird most women would have jumped down his throat about sleeping with a friend and not giving an explanation for suddenly stopping. He set his cup down and turned toward her taking her cup. She was looking up at him confused, "Sorry but I can't resist and you are in my shirt and a pair of panties. You have to know what that does to a man." He set her cup down out of the way. "I've got to be at work by eleven," Was all she said as he grabbed her hand pulling her toward his bed room.
He woke up to his phone going off and checked the time: 10:15. He looked at the girl beside him it was strange for once he felt comfortable waking up with a woman in his bed. He had made a few discoveries this morning. The girl who looked so innocent had tattoos one on each wrist, one on her hip and another right below her collar bone. The ones on her wrist read Hope and Dreams, the one on her hip was a Star of David and the one on her shoulder was a quote: Be a dreamer. If you don't know how to dream, you're dead, it was in script that flowed with the shape of the collar bone. All of them made her sexier than ever and it had spurred him to go harder than usual and God did it feel so good. He reached over and ran a finger up her side she shivered. "Hey if you don't get up you'll be late for work." She groaned and rolled over getting up. "Can you take me to the apartment?" He nodded as she left the room. He dropped her off and waited for her to change so he could take her to work.
The whole time they were at the club together he could only think of her legs wrapped around him. He wished she would look at him the way she was looking up at Will. He knew she wasn't thinking of him unless she was bringing him a drink and it made his chest hurt. He hoped it was that they had slept together and not that he liked her. By the end of the night he was on edge Hudson had called and said they had some problems at the pier but it was cleared up and they were heading back. It was almost ten o'clock when a cop showed asking to speak with him. "Hello Mr. Puckerman. I'm Sue Sylvester and this is my partner Shannon Besite. We'd like to ask you a few questions." He leaned back in his chair, "Shoot." "Do you know a man named Jesse St. James?" He frowned he knew that name but he couldn't… "Yeah what about him?" "He wants to charge you with assault and battery." He laughed, "Oh really?" "Yes really. He said you assaulted him and if his girlfriend hadn't changed your mind you would have killed him." He smiled, "Hey Rachel, can you come here for a sec?" She walked toward them, "Yes?" "Is Jesse St. James you boyfriend?" "Um. No. Why?" "So you're the girlfriend?" She looked confused, "St. James wants to charge me with assault." "Oh Puck was just protecting me." At this the cops looked confused, "What do you mean Rachel?" "Um he was an abusive boyfriend and is kind of a stalker. Anyway Jesse swung first."