CHAPTER 7

AN: Thank you thank you thank you. I love you all.

Lima, Ohio

Kurt put his pillow over his head, trying to drown out the noise from the room next to his, also known as his step-brother Finn's room. Carole and his dad were away for the weekend, which meant he and Finn were alone. It also meant Quinn was over for the weekend, and Kurt had to listen to her and Finn having sex in the next room at all hours.

Giving up on sleep, he rolled over in his bed, looking at the clock. Thirty minutes past midnight. He had half a mind to throw a shoe at the wall, though he doubted they would hear it, they were so loud.

Instead, he picked up, dialing Blaine's number. He picked up after the first ring.

"Kurt?" he asked, slightly worried. Kurt never called him this late except for that time when he couldn't find his Lady Gaga tickets the night before the concert. Blaine had thought Kurt was going to have a heart attack then. Luckily, Carole had just moved them so they didn't get thrown away accidentally.

Kurt plugged one finger in his ear to block out Quinn's screaming. He didn't know how he'd ever be able to look her in the face at glee club after this weekend.

"Hey, I'm sorry to call you so late," he apologized. Blaine was probably sleeping.

"Babe, don't worry. I was actually helping my sister finish packing. She's moving in with her boyfriend tomorrow," he reminded Kurt.

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

"It's alright. What's up?"

"Are you doing anything right now besides probably planning on going to bed?" he asked hopefully.

"No, I was just going to go online for awhile and waste time until I felt tired. Why, did you have other ideas?" he asked, smirking, though Kurt couldn't see that. Even if Blaine was tired, he'd still go out if his boyfriend wanted to spend time together.

"I just need to get out of this house. Dad and Carole are gone for the weekend and Quinn's been over since Friday after school…"

"Say no more. I'll be right there. We'll go get coffee or something," she said. There was that one dinner on Maple Avenue that was open all night. They could go there.

Ten minutes later, Kurt heard the familiar sound of Blaine's car horn honking. He grabbed his wallet, shoving it in his pocket as he headed down the stairs. He grinned when he saw Blaine waiting in his blue Honda, climbing into the passenger's side and buckling his seatbelt. Blaine gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek before the two drove off, Blaine pulling into the parking lot of the local diner a few minutes later.

The two boys got out of the car, walking inside and being seated at a booth a moment later. The waitress, who looked bored and tired, gave them two menus before walking away.

"Sorry for calling so late. I just couldn't stay in that house any longer with the two of them going at it like they were," Kurt said, his cheeks darkening.

Blaine smiled. "Hey, don't worry about it. I don't mind. I wanted to talk to you, anyways," he muttered, pulling out that morning's paper. "You saw, right?" he asked.

Kurt looked down at the headline, announcing they were calling of the search for the missing flight Puck and Rachel had been on. Kurt had read the article this morning. It said they rescue teams figured it was on the bottom of the ocean, along with everyone who had been on it. They were officially declaring all passengers dead.

"Yeah, I saw this morning. It's not like I didn't expect this," he sighed. "In my heart, I want them to still be alive, but my gut's telling me they're on the ocean floor. Well, their remains are."

Blaine nodded his head somberly. "I know. I went over and saw Mr. and Mr. Berry today," he said.

"You did?" Kurt asked, giving his boyfriend a look.

"Yeah, after I saw this. I mean, it must be so hard for them. Rachel's their only child, after all."

"What happened?"

"We sat around for awhile and let them cry. And then we decided we were going to plan a memorial service for Puck and Rachel. They're calling the Puckermans to plan. And I thought we could help out," he added, looking up at Kurt.

Kurt nodded his head, his smile not meeting his eyes. "Yeah, we will help. It's the least we can do for them. And for Puck and Rachel. I just hope wherever they are now, they're together."

Back on the island…

Rachel just stared at Puck, wondering if she'd heard him correctly. Because, if she had, Noah Puckerman had just told her he loved her.

"You…you what?" she asked, still holding onto him, though distancing herself a bit so she wasn't pressed up against him anymore."

"I love you," he mumbled, his enthusiasm draining. She was freaked out. Unsure. But most of all, she didn't return his feelings. At least, that's what he was thinking.

"Noah, you barely know me. I mean, we've gone to school together since we were five, but you don't really know me. We hardly ever spend any time together unless we're in glee club. Do you even know when my birthday is? Or what my favorite food is? Or what my dream is?" she asked.

Puck didn't say anything, but he looked like he was thinking. Rachel sighed. "Noah, just give up. Face it, you know nothing about me."

Puck didn't say anything, still concentrating.

"Noah?" she asked.

"Your birthday is December 18th, your favorite food is vegan cookies the way your dads make them, and your dream was to meet your birth mother, but now it's playing Evita, Funny Girl, and Laurie from Oklahoma on Broadway."

Rachel looked at him, a stunned expression on her face. "…how did you know all that?" she asked quietly.

"Rachel, I may be a jock and a bully, but I'm not an idiot. I listen. I bet Finn doesn't even know that stuff."

Rachel blushed. "He doesn't. He thought my birthday was in June."

Puck smirked. "See? I do know you. And I do love you," he said, cupping her cheek lightly, kissing her forehead.

"I…I think I love you too. And I'm just realizing it now. I've been denying how I felt about you for so long. But you are important to me," she said, resting her head against his chest.

"Rachel, look at me," Puck said. She looked up at him, and his lips met hers. He kissed her passionately, but not forcefully. He was gentle with her, not wanting to push her away. He didn't want her to start avoiding him again.

Rachel pulled back after a few minutes, toying with the hem of his shirt.

"I hate this," she sighed. "We're stuck on this island, and I can't even sleep with you because you'll get me pregnant," she said sadly. Rachel had been thinking about the possibility of losing her virginity to Puck. She'd always thought she'd wait until she was married to have sex, but that looked like that was never going to happen. And now that she knew Puck loved her and she loved him, she was sure in her decision.

Puck stared at her. Wait, Rachel Berry wanted to have sex with him?

"I really want you to take my virginity, but we can't do that. I'm not on the pill, and we don't have any type of protection. This is just the worst timing ever," she sighed.

"Rachel, we can have sex. If you're ready, I mean."

"But, you don't have any condoms. I mean, even if you packed them in your suitcase, we don't have that with us."

"But whoever's guitar case we have did have them," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small foil package. "Guy must have been like me," he joked.

"You knew this and you didn't tell me?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want you to feel like I was trying to pressure you into sleeping with me because I haven't had sex in over a month. You're more important than that."

Rachel smiled a little. He really did care about her. It wasn't some act to get in to her pants. He really cared about her. She stood on her toes, kissing him again. When she pulled away this time, she moved her lips to his ear. "I'm ready," she whispered.

Puck froze at her words. Was she being serious, or was she just teasing him? "Are you sure?" he asked, looking down at her.

Rachel nodded her head. "I am. Noah, we're stuck here. No one's coming for us—they probably think we're all dead. How am I supposed to wait until marriage to have sex? Besides, this is the most romantic way I can think of. You went to all this trouble just for me. And I trust you."

Puck smiled, taking her hand and leading her away from the table. "I set up a picnic kind of thing for later. I thought we could like, watch the stars or whatever. But this is the perfect place for this instead," he said, leading her over to a woven mat, covered in flowers and surrounded by candles.

Rachel smiled up at Puck, kissing him again. He grinned, lifting her into his arms and carrying her onto the mat, setting her down, resting his arms around her waist.

"I want you to tell me to stop if anything is wrong, okay?" he said. "Promise me you will. I don't want to hurt you."

"Noah, I promise. Now kiss me," she said, pulling his face to hers. Instead of the passionate, gentle kiss they shared earlier, this one was filled with urgency and desire.

Puck trailed his hands up from her waist, running them over her exposed stomach and back. He reached the tie on the back of her bandeau, undoing it quickly and letting it fall to the ground. He mentally reminded himself to slow down, that this was Rachel's first time and to make it memorable for her.

Puck took a deep breath before lowering her onto the mat, kissing her cheek softly. He heard Rachel breathe in sharply, causing him to pull back. "Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?"

Rachel shook her head. "No, of course not. I'm just a little nervous, is all," she said.

Puck nodded his head slowly, hovering over her. "I really do love you, you know. I didn't just say that so we could…"

Rachel shushed him, placing her index finger against his lips. "Shh. I know you didn't. Do you think I'd be lying underneath you if I did think that? Now stop talking and just kiss me," she said, pulling his lips to hers.

Puck smiled happily against her lips, kissing her gently for a moment before he slowly deepened the kiss. He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Rachel closed her eyes, getting lost against his lips. She reached her hands up, running them over his Mohawk as their lips worked against each other's.

She let out a soft moan as Puck slipped his tongue into her mouth, not pushing him away at all. If anything, she pulled him closer to her, pushing her tongue into his mouth as well, exploring it thoroughly.

Puck moved his hand up from her waist, cupping her left breast in his land. When she let out a gasp this time, her knew it was a good thing. He squeezed it lightly, causing Rachel to arch her back, pressing her chest against his.

Rachel reached her hands down, fooling with the button on his pants, pulling them open and trying to push them off, yet she couldn't reach that far.

Puck smirked. "Allow me," he said, pulling them off and tossing them behind him before getting rid of her leaf skirt as well.

Rachel pulled him back on top of her, and they resumed their kiss. Rachel's hands rested on his shoulders, slowly moving down his body until they rested on his waist. Carefully, she hooked both thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly.

Puck let out a groan, her simple touch driving him wild. He could feel how stiff it was between his legs and how soft her skin was. He wanted to be inside of her, but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Rachel, we don't have to do this right now," she said, attempting to stop her, but hoping she'd let him continue. He'd gone over a month without sex, and it was driving him crazy.

"Noah, stop. I'm ready. I want this. You want this. And now I want you to put that condom on and make love to me.

Puck smiled, disposing of his boxers a second later. While he ripped the condom package open with his teeth, Rachel slipped off her panties. Puck rolled the condom onto himself before looking down at Rachel.

She spread her legs slightly for him and he positioned himself at her entrance. "This is going to hurt at first," he warned her. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

With that, he pushed into her. He grimaced as he heard Rachel let out a sound that clearly meant she was in pain.

"Rachel, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. "I can stop this now. I'll pull out."

"No," she gasped. "I'm okay. Just, keep going," she encouraged him breathlessly.

Puck nodded before slowly starting to move inside her. He didn't want to go too fast or hard. This was her first time, after all. It had to be perfect.

Puck slowly pull out slightly before moving back into her, picking up a steady rhythm that was slower than he was used to, but he figured it would be good for her.

Rachel moaned softly underneath him as he continued gently moving in and out of her. "Oh, Noah," she sighed, her hands running over his chest. She felt so happy in this moment. She never thought she'd lose her virginity this way, but she was glad she was.

"Rachel," he groaned, burying his face against her neck as he sped up slightly.

"Oh god, just don't stop," she said, arching her back and wrapping her arms around his neck, running her fingers sown his back. She dug her nails into his skin as she got more and more pleasure from him, feeling bad about it a moment later when he let out a loud moan. "Oh my god, I'm sorry," she said, horrified.

"No, it's fine," he panted. "It felt fucking good," he said.

Rachel smiled before pulling his lips back to hers. Puck smirked before kissing her again, his tongue entering her mouth immediately.

Rachel wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer, letting out a small gasp each time he pushed himself further into her.

At that moment, all she could think about was Puck. How wonderful he was and how amazing this moment felt. She never wanted it to end.

Puck fondled her breast lightly, squeezing it gently as his mouth continued assaulting hers and his hips kept pounding against hers. He'd slept with a lot of people. A good portion of the girls in the school. But it was never like this. Maybe it was because this time, he actually cared about the girl he was with.

Rachel started getting more into it, her hips meeting each of his thrusts, allowing him to go deeper and hit that one spot that made her cry out in pleasure. "Oh, Noah!" she shrieked. Puck was just glad they were the only ones here. With her screams, she would have woken up the whole neighborhood, but that was another thing he loved about her.

Rachel's breathing started to get a little uneven, and he saw the sweat pooling off her forehead. And when he felt her contract around his dick, he knew she came. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her close and thrusting his hips into hers hard, trying to get himself to finish, which he did a minute later. He came into the condom before collapsing on top of her.

Puck pulled out of her, rolling off her and lying on the mat. He reached over, taking her hand. "How do you feel?" he eventually asked.

Rachel looked over at him, a huge smile on her face. "I feel great!" she beamed. "I've never felt so happy in my life. That was the most incredible experience in my life."

Puck grinned, pulling her closer. Normally, he wasn't a cuddler after sex, but everything seemed to be different with Rachel, and right now, he just wanted to be close to her.

Reaching down, he pulled the condom off, tossing it onto the beach somewhere. "So, it was worth it to lose your virginity to dumb Noah Puckerman?" he teased.

"Yes, completely worth it."

Puck smiled for a minute before looking at her, a serious look on his face. "Rachel, I have a question for you," he said, trying to keep a straight face.

"What is it?" she asked, furrowing her brow.

"Will you be my island girlfriend?"

"Island girlfriend?" she asked, laughing a little.

"Yeah. You know, the one I get coconuts with. The one I go to the waterfall with and pretend to be weak so she can dunk me. The one I'm going to use the rest of these condoms with," he teased.

Rachel rolled her eyes, blushing a little. She hit him on the chest before kissing him again. "What, you think just because we had sex that now I want to go steady with you?" she joked.

"Aw, damn, is that a no?"

"No, it's a yes. Of course I will be. But don't think this means I'll one day want to be your island wife as well," she teased.

"I'd never even dream of asking," he said, rubbing her back lightly as the two of them stared up at the stars, just enjoying each other's company.