Three days.

That's how long Rachel and Puck were on the boat with the men from Seychelles. Rachel found out from Jean Paul that they were speaking Creole, and that he was the only one who spoke English.

According to Jean Paul, they were on their annual fishing trip, a trip that typically lasted three weeks. They'd been out for about a week when Rachel and Puck spotted their boat and made their escape from the place that was their home for four months.

In Rachel's opinion, the men on the boat were perfect gentlemen, even though she couldn't understand a word they said. Jean Paul had given them his cabin to sleep in, a cabin which had an actual bed. He'd lent Puck some of his clothing to wear while his wife, Angelique, gave Rachel a few things to wear. She was much taller than Rachel was, but Rachel was grateful nonetheless. It was a nice break from wearing leaves.

The first day, Puck and Rachel spent the entire day in bed, just sleeping in each other's arms. Rachel woke up a few times to find Puck's strong arms wrapped around her petite frame, him fast asleep. She would smile, snuggle closer to him, and then fall back asleep.

That night, they joined everyone for a fresh cooked dinner made by Angelique. Jean Paul joked, first in Creole, then in English, that that was the only reason he brought her with them, earning himself a playful hit on the shoulder by his wife.

Rachel never left Puck's side, sitting very close to him as Angelique served them grilled fish stuffed with chilies, roasted vegetables, and a small bowl of fish soup. It was the best meal either of them had eaten in a long time.

Once they'd had a second helping and felt like their stomach was about to explode, they excused themselves from the table, choosing to return to the bed instead, Puck locking the door to the cabin once they were inside.

Rachel lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She just smiled, not saying a word. It was still hard to believe that they were going home. Rachel knew it wasn't going to be the same as when they left, but it was home.

Puck climbed into bed with her, his arms wrapping around her body. "Tell me what you're thinking," he murmured quietly, kissing her neck softly.

Rachel's face heated up as she turned her face towards him. "Home," she answered. "We're really going home," she whispered, a hand reaching over to stroke his cheek.

"I know," Puck grinned before burying his face in her neck. "We get to see our families again. And go back to our lives," he added, his voice low.

"What does that mean for us?" she asked, her eyes searching him.

Puck looked up at Rachel, chewing on his lower lip as he thought. What did that mean for them? IF they came back and told everyone they were together, they'd all make assumptions that they'd spent the last four months fucking. Which, they had, but it wasn't as though Puck wanted everyone knowing that. "It doesn't mean anything. You mean a lot to me, Rachel. And us going back to Lima isn't going to change that. Hell, if you want me to, I'll stand in the middle of town and yell out at the top of my lungs how much I adore you."

Rachel's cheeks darkened. "Please don't do that," she laughed, kissing his forehead. "I already have a feeling that there's going to be reporters when we get back to the states. Let's just not answer questions about that," she suggested. "There's a time and place for that. We don't need to tell that story right away," she said.

Puck nodded his head. "Right, so any questions about falling in love or hooking up, we plead the fifth," he muttered, lying on top of her small body, starting to kiss down her neck. Rachel squirmed underneath him, her arms working their way around his neck.

Puck took one hand, sliding it under the too-big dress Rachel had on. She continued fidgeting underneath him, pulling his lips away from their assault on her neck and brought them to her lips instead.

Rachel kissed him once, sighing as she did so. Right here was where she wanted to be right now. Right here with Puck while he touched her like he was touching her right now.

"Feels weird doing this on an actual bed," she whispered to him, her fingers dancing up and down the back of his neck.

Puck let out a laugh. What she said was true in a funny sort of way. They'd fucked all over that island, but not once had they ever done it in a bed. Not that he was complaining—nailing her up against a tree had been pretty hot.

"Are you going to let me fuck you without a condom or am I going to just have to use my fingers and tongue instead?" he taunted her, his fingers running under the wire of her bra, causing her to shiver violently.

Rachel's face went bright red. "You're so vulgar," she complained, pulling at the buttons of his borrowed shirt. "But no sex. With your track record, you'd get me pregnant, even if you pulled out," she added.

Puck nodded his head, pulling the dress up so her stomach was exposed. He began kissing down her flat belly, his fingers already pulling her panties down to her ankles. "And you have to be quiet," he mumbled against her skin. "Other people can actually hear us this time," he teased, placing a kiss on her inner thigh.

Rachel let out a soft moan, her legs spreading for him. Puck let his fingers walk up and down her muscular thighs, teasing her. He would place a kiss on her thigh and let his fingers graze over her, but nothing more than that.

Rachel whined with anticipation. "Baby, please," she groaned, not liking this game he was playing with her.

Puck smirked, listening to her beg for a few more moments before obliging her.

Oh.

Oh.

Rachel's hips jutted off the bed as she felt his tongue inside her, her hands grabbing the sheet she was laying on, gripping it tightly in an effort not to scream out in pleasure.

Puck forced his tongue deeper inside her, his fingers playing with her, causing waves of pleasure to course through Rachel's body. Her moaning urged him on, his fingers moving faster. Puck could hear her breathing becoming labored and uneven, his tongue flicking in and out of her.

Rachel was whimpering as Puck continued, her hips thrusting up off the bed. "Oh god, baby. Fuck, mmm," she moaned, grabbing her own chest and fingering her nipples.

Puck looked up at her, mesmerized. He'd never seen Rachel like this, and he'd seen her do a lot of crazy shit over the past four months. Who would have guessed under her skirt and sweater there was a freak in bed? Puck removed his tongue from her, inserting two fingers a second later, causing Rachel to let out a sharp gasp. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her, his other hand grabbing her left breast, swatting her hand away.

Puck shifted a little, the bulge in his pants growing. He wasn't going to be able to work out the tension, either. Fucking condoms.

Rachel's hands clenched into fists as he felt her tightening around his fingers, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She was thrashing on the bed, her hips thrusting up and down as she orgasmed. When she came down from her climax, Puck pulled his fingers out of her. Rachel looked up at him, breathing heavily.

She sat up a moment later, looking at him. "Lie back," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.

Puck blinked, looking at her. "Why?" he asked, not sure what she was getting at. He shifted again, the erection in his pants pressing against his thigh.

"Please Noah?" she asked, pulling her panties back up and letting the dress drop down over her body. Puck nodded his head, lying back against the headboard, watching her, curious about what she wanted. "Remember, you have to be quiet," she teased, crawling over to him. She let her hands trail down his stomach before stopping at the zipper on his pants.

Rachel kissed his lips once, yanking the zipper down before pulling him out.

"Baby, you don't have to do this," Puck said, watching her kiss down his chest.

"Noah? Shut up," Rachel laughed, her hands running up and down his length. "I'm not doing anything because I have to. I'm doing it because I want to," she promised before she took his entire length in her mouth.

Puck let out a groan, feeling her hot breath surrounding his cock, her tongue flicking back and forth over his tip. He had no idea how she had learned to do this so well, but, fuck, she was amazing at it.

"Fuck baby," he groaned quietly, not wanting the entire boat to wake up and hear him getting a blowjob from Rachel Berry. That would just lead to awkward looks the next morning.

Rachel tried to smile, but it was a bit hard with her lips wrapped tightly around his dick. Puck ran his fingers through her hair as her head bobbed up and down, her hands massaging his inner thighs.

Puck closed his eyes, groaning again. Her lips just felt so good on him, her hot breath swirling around his shaft.

Puck felt the pressure building inside of him. He was trying to stop himself from thrusting his hips, but when his climax came, he couldn't help it. He shoved more of himself into Rachel's mouth and came in her mouth, causing her to gag.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he apologized, biting his lip.

Rachel pulled her head up, brushing her dark hair out of her face, swallowing. "It's okay. I don't care," she said, smiling at him.

Puck looked at her with disbelief, wondering how he got so lucky. "Baby, you're amazing," he whispered, pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her. Puck gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, the two of them snuggling on top of the covers, trying to fall asleep.

xxxxx

Michael Harris looked over at his co-pilot, biting his lip nervously. He'd been a pilot for six years and he'd never had a problem. But today was a little different. Instead of flying a 747, he was flying a small private plane.

And he was flying two teenagers who were the only survivors of a deadly plane crash. He needed all the luck he could get to make sure the same thing didn't happen to this plane as well.

"We'll be landing in half an hour," his co-pilot said into a phone, speaking to the third passenger on the plane. She was seated in the body of the plane where the two kids were.

Jessica Milton picked up the phone, nodding her head as she spoke to the co-pilot before hanging the phone back up on the wall. She walked over to the front seats, where the two survivors were sitting, the girl fast asleep with her head on the boy's shoulder, his arm around her.

"We'll be landing soon," she said quietly. The boy looked up at her, nodding his head. "We'll be landing at Columbus International Airport. Your families are going to be there waiting for you when you land. The press is also going to be there—you two are the biggest news in the country now," she said.

Puck nodded again. "That's fine," he said softly rubbing Rachel's shoulder. "I'll tell her," he promised as Jessica walked away, taking her seat again.

Puck kissed Rachel's forehead, shaking her shoulder a little. "Baby, wake up," he murmured in her ear.

Rachel stirred, her eyes blinking open as she looked up at Puck. "Noah?" she asked sleepily. "What's going on?"

Puck smiled at Rachel, hugging her tightly. She looked so adorable when she woke up after a nap. Her hair had fallen into her face and her eyes were still slightly closed.

"We're going to be landing soon," he whispered, his fingers running up and down her spine comfortingly.

"We are?" she asked, clinging tightly to Puck as the plane dropped a little. "Noah, what's happening?" she asked nervously. Rachel hadn't been a big fan of getting on this plane. After all, the last one she had been on crashed right into the ocean.

"Calm down, baby. We're just landing," he promised, reaching up and stroking her cheek. "We're going to land and your dads are going to be there waiting for you." The plane dropped a little more and Rachel clung to Puck tightly.

They stayed like that as the plane descended, coming to a stop at one of the gates. Puck helped Rachel to her feet, holding her hand in his.

"Ready?" he asked. Rachel nodded her head. "Let's go, then," he said, pulling her with him. The two of them exited the plane, walking through the hall that led to the main area of the airport. Rachel released Puck's hand before she walked out, seeing her two fathers standing there, watching her.

Rachel smiled, running over to them as the cameras flashed. She threw her arms around her one father's neck as her other dad came around the other side, wrapping his arms around her. All three Berry's were crying, so glad to finally see each other again.

"Daddy!" Rachel sobbed, clinging to both her dads desperately, never wanting to let them go. It had been so long since she'd seen them, let alone hug them. "Daddy, I missed you both so much," she cried, her voice muffled against her one father's shoulder.

Puck watched from the distance, seeing Rachel and her fathers locked in a tight embrace. He scanned the crowd of reporters before spotting his mother and sister, both of them running towards him.

"Ma!" he shouted, sprinting towards her. "Daphne!" Puck lifted his sister in the air, hugging her tightly. Daphne was sobbing in her brother's arms while his mother threw her arms around her son.

"Noah!" she sobbed. "Noah, I can't believe it's you. I can't believe you're alive," she choked out in between sobs. Daphne didn't say anything, clinging to her brother tightly.

There were shouts and Rachel looked up, seeing the entire McKinley High glee club standing off to the side. Taking her fathers' hands and pulling them with her, Rachel walked over tot eh only friends she had ever known, smiling at them through her tears.

Puck walked over and joined Rachel, his sister in his arms and his mother at his side.

"You're alive!" Kurt exclaimed, throwing his arms around Rachel. She smiled, hugging him back. "I never gave up hope," he promised. He was the only one who hadn't, but he wasn't about to say that in front of everyone else. "I always thought you were still alive, Rachel," he whispered in her ear.

Rachel smiled, her head resting on Kurt's shoulder as she saw the flashing of the cameras. She knew her picture was going to be in every paper tomorrow, but she didn't care. Even though she had on, a dress that was too big for her and tears running down her face, she didn't care.

Puck gave Finn a hug, not bothering to let him know that he'd spend the past four months fucking his girlfriend in every position and every area of the island they'd been living on. He figured that wouldn't be the best thing to tell him after having him think he was dead.

After an hour of being hugged and kissed by every member of New Directions—including Mr. Schuester—Jessica came over to Puck and Rachel, pointing to a room and saying they had set up a press conference.

Puck nodded his head, placing his hand on the small of Rachel's back and led her into the room, everyone following them. Kurt watched the two of them suspiciously, seeing how low Puck's hand was. Did something happen on the island between the two of them?

Rachel and Puck walked up to the table on the stage in the front of the room, taking a seat. Puck took Rachel's hand under the table, giving it a squeeze and smiling at her as everyone walked in, taking a seat in the mass of chairs in the room.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching over and wiping a tear off her cheek.

Rachel nodded her head. "I am. Is my makeup smudged?" she asked, causing Puck to laugh. He nodded his head, leaning in and giving her a hug. "I love you, Noah," she whispered in his ear as Jessica came over, placing microphones in front of the two of them.

Rachel and Puck sat back in their chairs as Jessica introduced them, talking about the crash. She was a representative for the airline, and Rachel guessed this whole press conference was damage control. After all, they had fucked up. She and Puck weren't even supposed to be on that fucking plane. She had already spoken to them about a large settlement to prevent them from suing the airline. It was more money than she could ever hope to have, but Puck and her decided to talk it over with their parents before saying yes.

"We'll now have Miss Berry and Mr. Puckerman answer some questions," Jessica said, stepping back. Reporters were shouting out questions and cameras flashed. Rachel shied back as Puck pointed to a reporter.

The man stood up, a tape recorder in his hand. "Miss Berry!" he called, his eyes locked on Rachel. "What was the crash like?"

Rachel bit her lip. "I think it would be better to have Noah answer that. I hit my head before the plane crashed and blacked out. I don't really remember much," she admitted.

Puck gave her a look. "I hate you," he joked, earning laughs from the reporters. "It was chaos," he said, trying to remember what happened, even though all he wanted to do was block out that day from his memory. "I had been sleeping when Rachel woke me up. The plane was shaking and all the luggage had fallen into the aisles. At one point, Rachel hit her head on something and blacked out. I covered her with my body on the ground when the plane hit the ocean. It was filling up with water so quickly; I didn't know what to do. I remember grabbing the seat cushion and a life vest, carrying her through the plane. The people in the emergency exit row were dead. I pushed the window open and swam out with Rachel. Then we floated away from the wreck and ended up on some island hours later."

Everyone seemed to be nodding their heads, their friends and family looking up at them with tears in their eyes.

Another reporter stood up. "What was it like living on an island?"

"It was hard," Rachel said honestly. "We had to do everything on our own. I mean, we're two teenagers from Ohio. We've never been on our own before. Noah built our shelter and I made mats for us to sleep on. We ended up finding fresh water and built a fire on the beach. Noah was an amazing fisherman," she joked, looking up at him with a smile.

"Mr. Puckerman, what's your relationship to Miss Berry?" someone asked.

"We're friends. I mean, we weren't really close before this all happened, but spending 128 days with someone means you get to know them really well," he said, lacing their fingers together under the table.

Rachel nodded her head in agreement. "Noah saved my life," she admitted. "He got me off that plane and then took care of me while we were on the island. He made sure I had enough to eat and didn't get hurt. I would have died without him," she murmured.

Puck's mother smiled up at her son proudly. She never would have expected him to act like a mature person, but according to this girl, he was her hero.

"What's the thing you're looking forward to most now that you're home?" someone asked.

Rachel smiled. "I'm just ready to spend time with my fathers. I've missed them so much," she said, looking over at her dads. They grinned up at her daughter. "That and getting back to singing every day in my high school's glee club," she added, causing the entire New Directions to cheer.

"I'm just looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. Sleeping on a mat on a beach isn't exactly the most comfortable," he laughed.

Rachel and Puck answered questions for a bit longer before Jessica dispersed everyone. Rachel let go of Puck's hand, standing up and walking over to her fathers, Puck following behind and joining his mother and sister.

"Come on, baby doll. Let's take you home," the one Mr. Berry said to Rachel.

Rachel nodded her head. "Hold on a minute, Daddy," she said, running over quickly to where Puck was standing with his sister. His mother had gone out to go get the car, telling him to meet her in the front of the airport in ten minutes.

"What's up, baby?" he asked quietly, no one else around to hear them.

"Call me when you get home," she whispered, gripping his arm and squeezed it gently. "I love you."

"I know, baby," he said, reaching over to rub her back. "I'll call your house when I get home," he murmured before watching her walk away. He glanced over at Finn, seeing his eyes following Rachel. He couldn't help the jealously that surged through him. He wanted to kick Finn's ass for looking at his girl that way.

Then he remembered, no one knew she was his girl. Not yet, at least. Puck picked Daphne up, watching the Berry family walk out of the room, Rachel holding both her fathers' hands like she was five years old again. He watched everyone from New Directions leave next before he finally walked out, ready to finally go home.

AN: Gah, thank you so much for all the reviews and everything. I'm sorry I disappeared forever, but school kicked my ass this year. I'm done now, though, so I'm back to writing. And just because they're off the island doesn't mean this story is over :D