Thank you so much for your kind reviews! I really like the way this fic is turning out (Will/Rachel/Puck = best combination ever), so I think I'll keep doing it for a while. Smooches to you for reading!


It wasn't exactly easy, spending a lot of time with your high school boyfriend so no one would realize you also have a teacher boyfriend. But Rachel didn't want an easy life. She wanted this.
At first, she'd thought of it as a chore. Yeah, she'd let Puck kiss her against her locker, and yeah, sometimes he even got to touch her breasts, but she hadn't really enjoyed it. She'd always longed for the times she could get away and see Will. And she'd let him touch her breasts as much as he liked. (Oh, he liked, alright.)
But in the past few days, something had changed. Her smile when Puck picked her up at her house in the mornings was genuine, and she caught herself thinking about him when he wasn't around. It was almost as if... But no. That wouldn't happen. She was in love with Will. Only Will. She liked Puck, he could be such a gentleman sometimes, but she was just grateful for his seemingly endless love. That was it. Only.

Puck, on the other hand, didn't notice anything strange going on. Except for the fact that he'd gotten the sexiest chick in school, and all he could think of was her fucking eyes. So not bad-ass, he felt embarrassed. Of course, he couldn't tell any of his mates. He told them she was really hot in bed, even though he hadn't even seen her naked, and they all guffawed, and he got away with it even though they'd all been slushie-ing her just a couple of weeks ago. Puck guessed that they were afraid of his guns.
He was just so happy, y'know? He wanted the entire world to know that she was his, his, his, and no one else's. The way she would beam at him when he picked her up in the mornings, as if she'd thought he wouldn't come. Of course he'd come. Every single morning, for as long as she wanted him to be there. Hell, he'd come even if she didn't want him to.
And now, here they were, on his bed. Her hair was all messy and his hard-on was out of this world, as always when she was this close. He knew she could feel it, but she hadn't really brought it up. Until...
"Noah, I think something weird is happening in your pants" she mumbled into his ear. He laughed, and then blushed. What the fuck? This girl is so going to ruin my reputation...
"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that", he mumbled back. "I have a growth on my leg, looks kind of like a cock but it isn't..."
She giggled and hit his head with a pillow. "That's so gross! Don't make stuff like that up, it isn't funny!"
"You're laughing", he pointed out and ran his hand along her arm. Shit, she's so goddamn soft.
"I'm not laughing with you, I'm laughing at you" she snapped, but softened the harsh words with a kiss. "Noah, you're really sweet, but I can't be with someone who's got a leg growth. Can't anything be done about it?"
She's going to kill me, he thought. "Well, the doctor keeps saying that it'll all be alright as soon as I get a proper girlfriend, but I can't understand what he means..."
She giggled. "I might have an idea, you know. If you want to, I could... try it out?"
To be honest, he kind of panicked. For the first time ever, he was nervous about having sex, and he hadn't even been nervous when he lost his virginity. Perhaps because I was stoned, he thought. And then he thought no more; Rachel's hands were at his crotch, unzipping his fly. She seemed as if she'd done nothing else in her entire life.

Rachel spent the next night alone in her room. Will had offered to come over, as her dads were away again, but she'd told him that she was having her period and wanted to be by herself.
Of course, she didn't have her period. It had been regular since she was 14, and wasn't expected in another couple of weeks. She just had to think some things over.
Last night with Puck, she thought, was amazing. There was no other way to describe it. He'd been so gentle with her, and she didn't have the heart to tell him that she wasn't a virgin. Instead, she made some hints about wanting it a bit rougher, and it didn't take him a long time to pick up. Afterwards, in his messy room, on his messy bed, he'd kissed her and told her that she was beautiful. He hadn't actually said that word before, being more fond of 'sexy' or 'hot', and she'd just about melted. So. Sweet.
"Fuck!" she shouted, and then felt ashamed. Cursing wasn't going to solve this. She hadn't planned on sleeping with him, at least not so soon, but when she saw the chance she just had to take it. Honestly, she'd been sort of aroused by all that kissing.
It was just so difficult, it felt as if her feelings were threatening to blow her up. She didn't know what she felt; was she in love with Will, or with Puck, or with both of them? Or was she, horrible thought, just in it for the sex? And to think of the fact that she'd been a virgin just months earlier...
"Fuck", she repeated, more silently this time, and then turned around as her phone made a sound. She picked it up, and couldn't help but smile when she saw the text.
"Hey baby, you seemed a bit upset in school today... If you had trouble walking, you can blame it on me. See you tomorrow morning, yeah? 3"
She shook her head, but the smile on her face just wouldn't go away.