The next couple of days were... Messy. To say the least. Rachel had felt that she needed to tell Puck about this whole Will thing, and at first he'd handled it quite well. A couple of what-the-fucks (Rachel winced at the thought of them) and then she'd thought that it was over.
At the next Glee practice, though, Puck had burst out giggling at the sight of mr Schue (as she had to begin calling him again). Yes, the bad-ass Noah Puckerman, giggling like a school girl.
He'd spent the next hour teasing her, until she'd started crying and run out of the room. No one had noticed any difference from her usual behaviour, except for Will. He'd wanted to go after her, kiss her, tell her that everything was okay. Especially since that Puck guy (this was the way Will thought about him nowadays) hadn't done it. But he couldn't. He'd just raised his voice and shouted "Okay, guys, from the top!"
It had taken Puck two days to apologize, and to realise that Rachel and Will's relationship had been something rather serious. But when he apologized, he did it well.
It was a good morning. Puck picked his girlfriend up at her house, and pulled over as soon as they got away from her street. Fuck, he'd only been without her since he let her off last night, and yet he felt like he hadn't seen her for ages.
"Why are you stopping?", she asked nervously. Oh, he'd let her know, alright. He leaned in and kissed her like nothing else mattered, and felt her body relax.
She was wearing a really short skirt, and as he kissed her, he let his hand slide up her thigh. She slapped it (did she really think that would hurt him?), but he could feel her lips smiling against his. "Noah..." she breathed. "Please, we're in public, and it's not even nine o'clock..."
He shrugged, still advancing up under her skirt. "But you're so hot" he whispered.
She laughed and shook her head. "Get going, Noah, or I'm gonna be late. And no, I'm not skipping first period!"
He smirked. "If you keep taking me to the ladies' room, you might", he said, but started the car again.
"Enough with the menstruation jokes! I'm warning you!" But she laughed, she laughed, and he was the happiest guy on this entire fucking planet.
It was a good morning. After their adventurous trip to school - yes, Rachel had to admit it, Puck had made her pretty aroused - it was time to separate for their first period. Separate meaning Rachel went to her Spanish, and Puck went to hang out with his buddies outside.
She had tried to make him come with her, but his response was always "Babe, I'd do almost anything for you, but I will never make out with a guy... or attend a language class". So she went by herself. After all, there were certain things she wouldn't do for him, either. Like anal sex or giving up a solo.
She slipped into the class room just as the school bell rang, and sat down in the back of the rompish room. She used to sit right in front of mr Schue's desk, where no one could see her face and she could give him dirty looks without the risk of getting caught, but things had changed.
"Hi everyone", her teacher/ex-boyfriend said when the room was finally silent. "So, you can keep going with the work sheet I gave you yesterday, as I understand some of you didn't have time to finish it..." He glanced at Brittany, who looked very confused.
"Oh, but mr Schue, I finished it yesterday! But... I think my baby brother ate it." Everyone laughed, but not in a mean way. Brittany's excuses for not doing her homework were always the highlights of the Spanish lessons.
Rachel, who had finished the work sheet in less than five minutes, just sat and doodled stars at a piece of paper.
When she looked up, she saw that Will was looking at her. Hi, he mouthed. She smiled sorrowfully back. I miss you, he continued. Can we talk?
But she shook her head, slowly. No, she mouthed back at him. Then she shook her head again.
He could miss her as much as he wanted to, but she wasn't going to get involved with him again. That thought didn't hurt as much as it used to, either. She was happy with Puck, in a youthful, light-hearted way she'd never felt before.
She smiled at her teacher again. And she thought that he understood, because he nodded and then went on with the lesson.
Puck no longer giggled when he saw his teacher in the corridor, and Rachel's heart no longer broke everytime she heard his voice. Okay, a little, but she figured that was okay, after all.