"We should build a bigger hut," Puck commented one day, the two of them laying on the beach, Puck drawing circles on her stomach as he looked down at her.
"Why?" Rachel asked. "If we do that, it's like we've given up all hope of rescue. I thought you wanted me to keep believing we're going to get off this island."
"I know, I know. But when I built that, I thought we were only going to be here a few days. We've been here for 128 days. And that little hut is getting a bit cramped for us when we're trying to fuck," he teased.
Rachel rolled her eyes at him. "Of course that's what you think about. We do have other places to make love, you know," she pointed out. Rachel never called it fucking except when she was extremely turned on and moaning for Puck to fuck her. The rest of the time, she called it making love, which Puck thought was adorable.
"I'm being serious. Who knows how much longer we're going to be here. I can start building a new one today," he said, kissing the side of her neck.
Rachel squirmed a little underneath him. Noah knew that her neck was the one spot he had to kiss to get her turned on. "Noah, stop. We're trying to have a conversation. We're not making love right now," she stated, giving him a look, though her eyes were saying differently.
"Oh?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't think you really mean that," he growled playfully, nipping at her collarbone.
"I'm being serious, Noah," Rachel complained. "Why do you want to build a new shelter? The one we have is working fine for us."
Puck sighed, leaning his forehead on her chest. "Because I'm not so sure we're ever going to get rescued," he admitted. He'd been telling Rachel to not give up, but he'd given up himself. If they hadn't found them by now, they were never going to find them.
Rachel sat up, pulling Puck up with her, her hands resting on his shoulders. "What's with the negative attitude? You've been telling me to not give up hope the whole time, and now you're the one who's given up hope?" she questioned.
Puck shrugged his shoulders. "I guess it just hit me today. We've been here such a long time and we haven't even seen a passing plane. Face it, Rach. We're stuck here forever with just each other for company," he muttered bitterly.
Rachel looked at him, a hurt expression on her face. "Am I not enough for you?" she asked, her lower lip quivering.
Fuck, he'd hurt her feelings. Puck let out a sigh. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm glad it's you I'm stuck here with. Imagine if I was here with Santana," he chuckled. "At least you help with stuff here. She'd just sit on her ass all day and order me around."
Rachel laughed again. "You know, you really shouldn't bring up another girl when you're trying to make your girlfriend feel better. But, in this case, it worked," she said, kissing him lightly. "I love you."
"I know you do, baby," Puck grinned, kissing her forehead. Rachel's smiled faltered a little. He'd only told her he loved her twice. After that, he would just say 'I know' when she told him he loved her. She knew he loved her, but a girl needed to hear the words said sometimes.
But Rachel didn't want to nag him about something like that. So instead, she kept quiet, just enjoying being on the beach with him. There was no place she would rather be.
Well, except home. She would love to be home right now. Though she knew that was impossible. She was on this island, thousands of miles from Lima (or so she assumed). So she'd settle for the second best place, which was right here, on this beach, in Noah Puckerman's arms.
"Tell me what you're thinking," Puck whispered into her ear, lying her on her back in the sand while he laid on his stomach next to her, his arms draped over body.
Rachel looked up at him, a sad smile on her face. "I was just thinking about home. And my dads. I miss them," she sighed.
Puck nodded, understanding what she meant. "I know what you mean. I miss my mom and my sister," he admitted. Puck wasn't one to talk about his feelings, but he'd never been away from his family for so long.
Rachel smiled, her fingers running her fingers over his back. "At least we have each other. Imagine if we were alone without each other."
Puck let out a groan. "That would be awful. Granted, at first I would have preferred that to being stuck here with you, but now I'm glad you were the one with me on the plane."
Rachel kissed the tip of his nose. "I'm glad you were with me, too. When I first found out you were my seat partner, I was so mad. I wanted to spend the plane ride with Finn. But he wouldn't have taken care of me as good as you have. And he wouldn't have played the guitar every night like you do," she laughed.
"Well, Hudson's not as talented as me," Puck bragged. "Imagine, you would have been stuck here with your loser boyfriend instead of a guitar-playing badass," he laughed.
Rachel shook her head at him. "You're ridiculous," she teased.
"And you're beautiful," he replied instantly.
Rachel smiled at him. "You really think I'm beautiful?" she asked.
"Of course I do, Rachel. You're the most beautiful girl in the world."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that so I'll let you get into my pants again," she said.
Puck shook his head. "No, I—come on," he said, standing up, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. "Come with me."
"Noah, what's gotten into you? Where are you taking me?"
"For a special performance from your boyfriend," he laughed, leading her over to their fire pit, pushing her to sit on the one log. He disappeared for a moment before re-emerging with the guitar, sitting beside her. "I get the feeling that you don't know what you mean to me."
Rachel shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you never say you love me," she admitted. "You just say 'I know' every time I tell you I love you," she whispered.
Puck's face fell. He was a fucking moron. He'd told her once—he thought that was enough. He forgot girls needed that kind of reassurance.
Puck looked at Rachel nervously. Sure, he'd sung to her before, but this was different. He'd never sung her a love song. Taking a deep breath, Puck started to strum the guitar before singing Elton John's Your Song. (If you've never heard it, youtube it or the version from Moulin Rouge).
Rachel smiled as Puck sang, recognizing the song. Of course she knew the song. She adored Moulin Rouge—and Elton John, too. The fact that he was sitting here singing this to her was enough to make her jump him right on the spot, but she controlled her hormones, sitting there and listened to him sing.
Once Puck was finished with the song, he placed the guitar on the ground, turning towards her and cupped her cheek in his hand. "Don't you see, Rachel? You mean the world to me."
Rachel smiled up at him, placing her hands on either side of his face. "And you mean the world to me. You also know just what to say to me to make me weak in the knees," she murmured, moving onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Weak in the knees, huh?" he teased. "Does that mean you're going to let me fuck you on the beach right now?" he said, arching his eyebrows at her.
Rachel shook her head. "No, but I'll let you make love to me in the water if you'd like," she whispered, sucking on his earlobe.
Puck grinned, picking her up and carried her down to the edge of the ocean, walking in without even taking off his clothes.
Rachel giggled, kissing down his neck as he moved further into the water until he was submerged up to his chest.
"Deep enough?" he asked, his hands already under her skirt, his fingers making their way under her panties, already starting to finger her.
Rachel squirmed, letting out small gasps as he stroked her slowly. "Yes, this is fine," she managed, her voice soft, but somehow sexy at the same time.
"Good. I can't have my lady unhappy," he whispered, his lips moving to her neck, him facing the beach while she looked out at the huge, empty ocean.
Puck began sucking on her throat, her soft, pale skin feeling lovely under his rough, cracked lips. He had no idea how Rachel had managed to stay so pale when they were on a fucking tropical island, but the girl managed to do it. Not that he was complaining. She looked sexy as fuck with her porcelain skin.
"Noah," Rachel moaned, her feet sliding over his ass underwater.
"I know, baby. Feels good," he groaned, feeling himself go hard. He reached down into his pocket to pull out a condom, feeling nothing but water there. "Fuck," he cursed.
Rachel looked at him with an inquisitive stare. "What is it?" she asked breathlessly. His fingers had stopped moving, and she needed to know why he had suddenly stopped pleasuring her.
"No condom. We can't be out of them," he muttered to himself, thinking back to the guitar case. He swore there were a few more in there.
"So we can't make love?" she pouted, a frown forming on her face. He'd gotten her all hot and bothered, and now he was saying he wasn't going to fuck her brains out like he normally did?
"Sorry baby. I guess we used all the condoms."
Rachel let out an exasperated sigh, clearly displeased with the recent turn of events. What if they never got rescued? Did that mean she was going to have to go forever without ever having sex again?
Puck frowned a little. "I know you're pissed, but I'm not risking knocking you up. And knowing my luck, I would. The last time I slept with someone without a condom, I got her pregnant," he said, referring to Quinn. "I don't want to risk that with you," he said, sighing and placing her down in the water. Since Rachel was so much shorter than him, the water was all the way up to her collarbones. "We'll figure something out, baby," he promised before seeing a grin break onto Rachel's face.
Rachel gasped as she stared out at the water, her heart beating rapidly. Tears were streaking down her face and she was screaming, waving her arms at something.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Puck asked, turning around before freezing.
There was a boat.
Rachel couldn't believe it. There was a boat in the distance. It was a relatively large boat from what she could tell, and it was going away from them.
"Noah, it's a boat!" she cried, tugging at his shirt. "Noah, we have to get them to see us!"
"I know, baby," he said, swimming back to shore.
"Where are you going?" she shouted, getting no answer from him. Once he was back on the beach, he sprinted to their hut, grabbing something from it before running back into the water, swimming to Rachel.
"Here," he said breathlessly, handing her the life vest from the plane. "We're going to swim out there."
Rachel looked at him like he was insane. "Noah, that's so far. I won't have enough energy to make it there."
"I know. But you don't have to. We just need to make it far enough for them to see us," he said, taking her hand, holding onto the seat cushion floatation device, staring to swim.
Puck swam slowly, always keeping a hand on Rachel. He didn't want her to fall behind. They two of them swan for half an hour, their eyes set on the boat. It didn't seem to be moving, which hopefully meant it was anchored there for a bit.
After another ten minutes, Puck and Rachel were gasping for air. "Let's just float towards the boat," Rachel breathed, taking deep breaths. "I can't swim anymore."
Puck nodded his head, one arm wrapped around her waist as they drifted. The boat seemed to be getting closer and closer. Puck just prayed they didn't drive off before they could reach the boat.
He leaned his head back in the water, exhaustion overtaking him. They'd swam so far, he could barely move. Even when he heard the shouts, he didn't move.
There was a splash as someone jumped off the boat and into the water. A pair of rough hands fastened themselves onto his arm, dragging him towards the boat. He looked over at their owner, a dark-skinned man who was speaking in an unfamiliar language.
A ladder was lowered from the boat and the man grabbed onto it, having Rachel climb up before pointing to Puck. He heaved himself out of the water, climbing up slowly, the man following behind him. Once he reached the deck of the boat, he was met with five more men, all of them staring at him and Rachel. He supposed they were a sight to see. His shirt was torn, wet, and dirty while Rachel was wearing clothes made out of leaves.
"Ki moun ou ye?" one of the men asked, looking at Puck.
Puck looked over at Rachel. "What did he say?" he asked.
"I don't know, Noah," she sighed, leaning against him. "I only speak English."
The men looked at the pair of kids, talking to one another in the strange language. "Jean Paul!" one of them called. "Vin tradui pou nou!" he shouted.
Another man walked down from the upper deck, taking in the sight of two pale teenagers who looked as though they hadn't eaten in weeks. He looked at one of his friends, saying something to them, watching them walk off before turning to Puck and Rachel. "I am sorry," he said with a slight French accent. "My name is Jean Paul. I am the owner of this boat. Who are you?"
Puck thought he was going to pass out, but he forced himself to look at the man who called himself Jean Paul and answered his question. "My name's Noah Puckerman. This is Rachel Berry. Our plan crashed in the ocean 128 days ago. We were the only survivors, and we've been living on that island this whole time."
"Your plane. Where was it going?" Jean Paul asked.
"New Zealand," Puck answered, Rachel nodding her head slowly.
One of the other men spoke in a frenzied voice, pointing at Rachel. Jean Paul looked at him, nodding his head. "The girl," he said. "She has two fathers, yes?"
Puck nodded his dead, wondering how he knew that.
"My friend has seen the story about her. The girl's fathers have been on the news all over the world about her, saying she disappeared on a school trip after her plane crashed."
"My dads?" Rachel asked, joining into the conversation. "They're still looking for me?"
"Why yes," Jean Paul answered. "Mr. and Mr. Berry from Lima, Ohio in the United States of America."
Rachel let out a shriek, running forward and hugging Jean Paul, catching him by surprise. The man Jean Paul had sent away returned, carrying a thick stack of blankets with him. He wrapped one around Rachel and one around Puck.
"You and Miss Rachel will stay with us. We will bring you to Seychelles, where we will call the authorities. You two will be going home," he stated.
Rachel smiled, hugging Puck and kissing him on the lips. "Did you hear that, Puck? We're going home," she cried.
Puck didn't say anything. He just hugged Rachel tightly, too happy to say anything.