Lima, Ohio
It felt like it had been ages since Rachel and Puck had disappeared without a trace. Life at McKinley had gone back to normal. People went to classes, did their homework, and took tests. Even glee club seemed to go back to normal. Even they all seemed to forget two of their members were missing.
Well, everybody except Kurt.
Sure, they had disappeared four months prior, but that didn't mean they were dead. Kurt knew it was a long shot, but he wasn't going to give up hope that somehow Rachel and Puck had managed to survive the crash.
Even he knew how crazy that sounded. And after four months without any sort of sign that they were alive, even Kurt was beginning to lose hope.
Rachel's dads refused to give up. They were using all of their money to hire private investigators and rent boats, never giving up looking for their only daughter.
Mr. Schuester had replaced them both with Santana singing most of the lead female parts. Finn seemed to forget Rachel had ever existed, and all the girls started going to Sam Evans for all their sex needs. Who would have guessed?
But Kurt couldn't give up. Not completely at least. He had to hope they were alive.
Even if they had survived the plane crashing, how were they supposed to have survived all this time on some isolated spit of land that clearly no one knew existed?
Though Kurt kept his hopes alive that, one day, he would hear Rachel Berry's irritating voice again. After all, how the hell were they supposed to win sectionals without her?
Back on the island…
Rachel and Puck had fallen into a routine after a bit. They'd wake up, eat, and then go bathe in the river. After that, they'd spend the day on the beach, playing games like tic-tac-toe and hide and seek, Rachel better at the later. They'd eat again, then explore for a while, mapping out the island. Puck would then catch and cook dinner. After they ate, they'd spend time together. Sometimes they had sex, sometimes they just cuddled under the stars. Sometimes they'd sing. They'd go to bed, then repeat it all the next day.
Puck had managed to convince Rachel to eat fish. After two months, she had lost a lot of weight. And she had been getting weak. After she passed out climbing a tree to get more bananas, Puck had basically forced fish in her mouth.
She agreed after that to start eating some protein. She was still too skinny in Puck's opinion, but at least she wasn't fainting every day.
Both Puck and Rachel had given up hope of ever being rescued. It had been four months, and no one had found them yet. They hadn't even seen a plane fly over them. Maybe no one cared enough about them to rescue them.
But they had to. At least her dad's did. They'd never give up looking for her…right? They'd always promised that if anything ever happened to her, they'd never stop looking for her. But this was different. If they'd found the plane, they'd have no reason to look for her.
Rachel frowned a little, a few tears leaking out of her eyes. She missed her fathers more than anything else. After four months, she'd forgotten about Finn. All she cared about now was Puck. But her dads—she couldn't forget about them.
Puck looked over at Rachel eating her breakfast. She looked unhappy. In fact, she looked more than unhappy. She looked sad, and she was crying. "Rachel?" he asked, looking at her. "What's wrong?"
Rachel looked up, pulled out of her thoughts, wiping her eyes. "Nothing," she lied. "I'm fine,"
Puck sighed, standing up and sitting next to her, putting his one arm around her shoulders, holding her close. "You're lying. You can tell me what's wrong—I won't get mad," he promised, though if she said she missed Finn, he might lose his mind. He thought he'd driven all thoughts of his best friend out of her head, but maybe he was wrong.
Rachel looked up at him, wiping her eyes again. "It's my dads. It's been months since I saw them last, but I don't know if they're even looking for me anymore."
"Of course they are, Rachel. Why would they stop looking for their only daughter?" he said, trying to reassure her, though it didn't seem to be working.
Rachel shook her head. "It's been forever. They have to think I'm dead. There's no way they're still looking for me," she said.
"You're the only thing they have in their lives. Why would they just give up? No parents gives up looking for their child, no matter what," he said, cupping her cheek.
Rachel sniffled a little, not completely convinced. "Yeah, but what if they found the sunken plane?"
"Well, then they should find us. We can't have drifted that far from the plane after we crashed in the water." Puck smiled, burying his face in her hair. "Whatever you're using to clean your hair, it smells amazing," he said, hoping to cheer her up.
Rachel smiled up at him a little. "It's just fruits and stuff," she said with a shrug. "You really think it smells good?"
"Of course it does," Puck grinned. "It smells amazing." He leaned in close, his lips pressing against her neck. "Your skin smells like it too," he mumbled against her.
Rachel blushed slightly, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Well, I use it as soap too."
"Shit Berry, this is really turning me on right now," he growled, Puck's hands moving down to her waist. His lips moved across the pale skin of her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her collarbone.
"Noah," Rachel whispered hoarsely, her bony fingers clutching his shirt, pulling his body closer to hers. Puck wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her up off the log and into his arms. Rachel didn't hesitate, wrapping her short legs around his waist, her arms snaking around his neck. Puck's hands trailed down her bare back, sliding under her skirt and clutched her ass, his fingers digging into her smooth skin.
"Oh!" Rachel gasped, her body thrusting forward a bit. She looked down at him, her brown eyes meeting his. A moment later, her lips were pressed against his as he carried her into the jungle.
Puck laughed against her lips a moment later, causing Rachel to pull away. "You know, laughing kind of ruins the mood," she protested, pouting a bit.
"Sorry, baby," Puck apologized, kissing her lips as he continued walking with her in her arms. "I just started to feel like Tarzan, carrying my woman off into the jungle. Me Puck. Me want sex," he joked in a Tarzan-like voice.
Rachel rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help laughing. "You can't be Tarzan until you learn how to talk to gorillas," she reminded him. "Though I'll settle for you acting like a jungle man and ravaging me against the nearest tree," she whispered in his ear, reaching behind her back and loosening the tie that held her leaf top on her body. Rachel tossed it to the ground, her chest entirely exposed at this point.
Puck smiled down at her, starting to kiss her chest, his lips fastening around one of her perky nipples, setting her down on the ground and pressed her back into the tree. Puck swirled his tongue around her nipple, pulling more of her small breast into his mouth.
"Unf, oh, Noah," Rachel moaned, feeling herself getting wet in between her legs, starting to spread them slightly, ready to feel him inside of her. She reached down to the front of his shorts, feeling the growing bulge there. She pulled them open, pulling him out, running her hands up and down his length.
Puck, too busy with her breasts, was caught by surprise when he felt her handling him. "Fuck baby," he groaned, pushing her more against the tree.
"Noah, quit fucking around. I want you inside of me. Right now," she hissed as he reached a hand underneath her skirt again, yanking at the cotton fabric of her panties, pulling them off.
"As you wish," he murmured, reaching into his pocket and pulling the condom out as Rachel pushed his shorts down with one hand, still stroking him with her other hand. Something about the way her hand moved over his cock made him even more turned on. Even though he'd fucked her almost everywhere on the whole island, Rachel was still so innocent in his eyes. Sexy as fuck, but innocent. And to see her handling him expertly like she was, he had to keep his mind on something unsexy just to prevent himself from climaxing into her hand.
"Here, let me," Rachel whispered, taking the open condom package from his hand, rolling the latex condom onto his cock, kissing him on the lips as she did so. Puck's left hand slid down her stomach before moving to her upper thigh, moving in between her legs, stroking her slit, feeling how wet she was.
"Shit baby, you're so fucking wet," he groaned into her ear. He lifted her up as she spread her legs for him, sliding her onto his erect member. Rachel let out a sharp gasp, taking all of him inside her at once. Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist tightly as Puck thrust into her, her back rubbing against the rough bark of the tree.
With one hand, Puck grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together and pinning her arm against the tree. With his other hand, he reached down, starting to play with her clit, causing her to squeal and squirm on top of him.
"Come on baby, say my name," he whispered into her ear, grunting with each thrust into her. She was just so fucking tight, but he loved it.
"Oh god, Noah. You're so fucking amazing. Harder, baby. Fuck me harder," she cried, her eyes shut tight as she thrust her body into his, her hips meeting his.
"Whatever you say," he groaned, speeding up his thrusts, his hips smacking against hers. He was just glad there was no one else here. They could be as loud as they wanted and no one could say a damn thing about it. "How's that, baby? Do you like that?" he moaned, moving his fingers over her clit faster, trying to bring her to her climax.
"Oh Noah, you're so fucking amazing. Don't stop, baby. Just don't stop!" she choked out breathlessly, her breathing becoming more erratic. Puck smirked, seeing sweat starting to pour down her face. He knew she was close.
"Come on, baby. Come for me," he hissed into her ear.
That seemed to be all she needed. Rachel's toes curled and she wrapped her legs tighter around him. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck, Noah! Oh god, oh god!" she gasped, spasming around his cock as she rode her orgasm out.
Puck continued to thrust into her, feeling the pressure inside him build. With a few more hard thrusts, Puck felt himself explode inside her, shouting loudly as he buried his face into her neck.
Puck stopped his movements, breathing heavily as he stayed pressed against Rachel, her back still pressed against the tree.
"Oh god, Noah. That was…that was…" she gasped, not able to finish her sentence.
"I know, baby. That was amazing. You're amazing," he whispered, kissing her forehead before pulling out of her, slipping the used condom off him, dropping it on the jungle floor.
Rachel smiled up at him, caressing his cheek as he brushed her hair, soaked with sweat, out of her face. "I love you," she said after a moment of silence. "I really do love you."
"I know, baby. I know," he reassured, his thumb running in circles on her hip. He reached down, grabbing her panties and handed them to her. "Let's head back to the beach," he suggested, pulling his shorts back on, buttoning them up. "We can sit on the beach for a while. Maybe I can teach you how to catch a fish," he teased.
Rachel gave him an annoyed look. "I agreed to eat the fish. That doesn't mean I want to see it die. Or be the one to cause its death," she said, reaching down and picking the leaf top she wore. She handed it to Puck, turning her back to him. "Can you put it on me?" she asked.
Puck grinned at her back, moving close to her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he started kissing her neck. "Must I?" he teased. "Because I happen to like how you look right now," he whispered into her ear.
"You're a pig. Put it on," she insisted, though her voice had an amused tone to it. "Maybe I'll let you take it off later tonight," she murmured.
Puck let out a laugh, placing the top back on her, tying it on. "Come on," he said once she was dressed, taking her small hand in his large one, pulling her with him.
Rachel walked through the jungle behind Puck, staying close to him the whole time. They may have been on the island for a few months now, but that didn't mean she felt safe in the jungle. They'd run into snakes a few times, and Rachel had no desire to repeat those encounters.
Once the two Lima natives were back on the beach, Rachel released Puck's hand, kissing his cheek quickly before taking a seat in the sand, staring out at the ocean. Every day, Rachel looked out at the water for over an hour. In the beginning, Puck thought she was insane. But he'd come to realize that was the one thing that kept Rachel's spirits up. If it kept her from going insane, he was okay with it.
Puck headed back into their hut, grabbing one of his fishing spears, heading back out onto the beach, walking into the water, the waves running over the tops of his feet.
"Baby, I'm going to catch us dinner!" he called over to her. Rachel glanced over, nodding her head once before returning her eyes to the water, scanning for any signs of life. Puck's words about her fathers not giving up rang in her head. If they really hadn't given up searching for her, then maybe, just maybe, she'd see a rescue boat out there.
Though that didn't appear to be today. The water was as still as ever, not even a dolphin breaking the blue surface of the water. Rachel could hear Puck grunting in the distance as he chucked the spear into the water, trying to impale a fish they could eat for dinner. She averted her eyes from him, not wanting to see him pull a dead and bleeding fish out of the water.
Rachel reached up, playing with a stray strand of hair, twirling it around her finger, her thoughts far from the island. What if they did get rescued? What would happen when they returned? They'd been out of school for so long, how would they be expected to go back to school every day after they'd spend months on a tropical island without a care in the world?
And then there was Finn—if he even believed she was still alive. She'd spent all her time in the arms of his best friend. She'd let him touch her and kiss her in areas no one had before. She loved him. If she went home and Finn wanted her back, she didn't know what she would do.
She heard a shout come from Puck, assuming he'd caught dinner for them. She looked over at him, seeing him holding his spear in the air, a dead fish impaled on the point. She smiled, her head resting in her hands. She never thought it would happen, but she really was happy here. And with Noah Puckerman of all people.
"We're eating fish tonight, baby!" he laughed, dropping the spear in the sand and ran over to Rachel, plopping into the sand beside her.
Rachel smiled, kissing him. "Good job, Noah. And thank you," she added.
"For what?" he asked, looking at her with a confused expression on his face.
"For taking care of me. You've made sure I stayed safe this whole time. You made sure I ate enough and didn't faint. You just…you kept me sane." Rachel held onto his arm, resting her forehead on his bicep.
Puck smiled, wrapping his arm around her. "I'll always take care of you, Rachel. I promise. You can trust me. I'll never let anything happened to you."
Rachel looked up into his eyes, her brown ones meeting his green ones. She believed him. She trusted him, something that she never thought would happen. But everything was different now. Noah was the only person in her life now.