AN: Ahh, thank you to one of my reviewers for pointing out I had previously named Puck's sister. I totally forgot—that's what happens when you don't work on a story for a year. Sorry about that confusion—if I mention her again, I'm just going to keep calling her Amy.
"You can't just not go to prom," Kurt explained as he and Rachel walked down the hall, heading towards math. "It's a rite of passage or some bullshit like that. I refuse to let you sit at home with your boyfriend."
"Look, I'm not nominated for prom queen, Noah isn't nominated for prom king, and I really don't want to go. Why is this such a big deal to you?" she asked.
"Because it's prom!" he exclaimed. Prom was a week away, and Kurt almost had a stroke when he asked Rachel what she was wearing and she told him she didn't have a dress.
"But I've been to prom once. That's good enough for me. Noah and I were going to just hang out at my house. My dads are out of town all weekend so we have the house to ourselves…"
Kurt plugged his ears. "No no no I do not want to hear how many places you're going to have sex this weekend."
Rachel turned scarlet. "I wasn't planning on telling you in the first place," she mumbled. "But it's going to be the first time we have any extended period to spend together. I mean, we've only been able to see each other out of school for an hour or so before we get interrupted by my dads, his mom, or Amy."
"What about his mom? Won't she be suspicious about her only son missing all weekend?"
"No," Rachel said, shaking her head. "His mom's on some mother-daughter trip with Amy a few hours away. They don't get back until Sunday night, just likes my dads." Rachel was practically grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, I still think you should come to prom," Kurt muttered as they walked into the room, taking their usual seats next to one another. "Though I'm still wondering why Blaine hasn't asked me to go yet."
"I figured it's implied if you're in a relationship," she said, giving him a look. "Maybe he assumes he doesn't have to ask you."
"Of course he has to ask me. Prom proposal is half of the whole prom experience!" Kurt exclaimed with a scandalized expression on his face.
Mr. Thompson, their teacher, shushed them before turning on the overhead projector and began his lesson.
Rachel was doodling on her paper, half paying attention to the lesson when the front door opened and Blaine walked in. He wasn't supposed to be there—he was in junior level math, not senior like her and Kurt.
"Mr. Anderson, you're not due here until seventh period," Mr. Thompson said, glancing up from his lecture about limits.
"I know, but this couldn't wait. I promise it won't take long," he said, giving the teacher pleading eyes.
Mr. Thompson sighed a little before nodding. "Go ahead and make it quick."
Blaine nodded before a few of the members of the Cheerios walked in, placing a boom box on the desk and started to dance while "Take a Chance on Me" by ABBA played with Blaine singing. He produced a bouquet of flowers as he danced towards Kurt's desk.
Kurt was blushing as Blaine handed him the flowers and the music died down. "Kurt Hummel?" he asked.
"Yes?" Kurt was clearly enjoying the attention as well as feeling embarrassed with Blaine's very public prom proposal.
"Will you do the honor of going to prom with me?" he asked, grinning.
Kurt smiled, nodding his head. "Of course I will," he said before hugging his boyfriend while the whole class applauded. Blaine took a bow before thanking Mr. Thompson and leaving the room. The lesson resumed shortly after that.
Rachel began thinking as she sat, listening to properties of limits in the background. Blaine put a lot of effort into asking Kurt to prom. Come to think of it, almost everyone at the school did.
Finn had set up a whole scene in the gym for Quinn, getting the whole glee club to help him out. Mike had worn a shirt to school to ask Tina.
But Puck? He'd just sat Rachel on his lap and casually asked her while they were sitting backstage at Nationals. Did he not care about her enough to put a lot of thought into asking her? Or did he just not care?
Well, it didn't matter. They weren't going to the dance, so who cared about how he asked her.
But she still did care about how he asked her. Everyone else's boyfriends asked them in creative and daring ways, but hers just asked her in an afterthought.
They were dismissed shortly after, Rachel bidding Kurt goodbye as she headed to her locker before lunch.
Like usual, Noah was waiting there for her. He had English while she had math. And since he never went to English, he was always able to beat her to her locker.
Rachel smiled up at him, glad to know that her heart still skipped a beat whenever she saw him leaning against her locker, knowing he was waiting just for her.
"Hey," she greeted, standing on her toes and kissed his cheek. "How was English?" she asked. She always asked and always got the same answer from him.
"Didn't go. I broke into the vending machine instead and got a snack," he smirked.
Rachel shook her head a little. "You're not going to graduate if you keep skipping class," she warned.
"Yes I will. I go sometimes," he protested.
"You haven't been once this week," she sighed. "If you don't graduate, we're going to be even further away from each other next year. LA and San Francisco are far, but Lima and LA are even further," she reminded him.
Rachel pulled her locker open forcefully, hitting him in the arm accidentally.
"Whoa," he complained, picking up on her mood. "What's got your panties in a bunch?" Rachel gave him an irritated look. "Sorry," he muttered.
Rachel sighed. "No, I'm sorry. I was just thinking during math. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." She grabbed her lunch, putting her books away and shut her locker.
Noah took her lunch bag while she took his arm, the two of them heading towards the cafeteria. "What were you thinking about?" he asked, loving that she wanted to hold his arm when they walked. It showed the whole school that Rachel Berry was his, not anyone else's.
There was a time when he would have never wanted to walk down the hall and publically show they were dating, but he didn't care anymore. He loved her and wasn't afraid to admit it. Besides, the entire world had seen pictures of them cuddling on a hospital bed. This was nothing compared to that.
"Nothing," she murmured, her cheeks turning red. She didn't want to tell him she was doubting his devotion to their relationship because of how he asked her to the prom they were skipping. She'd sound more neurotic than she already was.
Puck stopped, standing in front of her and holding onto her shoulders, looking down at her. "Tell me," he demanded.
Rachel looked up into his eyes, knowing there was no way she could deny him what he wanted when he was looking at her like that.
"I was just…Blaine asked Kurt to prom last period—"
"I heard," Puck interrupted. "He had some of the Cheerios help, right?"
Rachel nodded her head. "Yeah." She hesitated, not sure how to bring it up. "Why didn't you ask me in a really special way? Everyone else asked their girlfriends in really public ways. Everyone except you, I mean."
Puck frowned. Why the hell did this matter? They weren't even going to the damn dance, so who cared how he asked her? But he could see in Rachel's face that she was serious. Sometimes, he just didn't get girls.
"I wasn't aware I needed to make a big deal out of it. It's just a dance," he muttered as they walked into the cafeteria, finding Kurt and Blaine already seated at their normal table, Rachel and Noah's seats waiting for them.
"Why not? All your friend's did. Besides, hasn't knowing me taught you anything? I like it when people make a big deal out of things."
"Like you're making a big deal out about this," he shot back. "We're not even going to the damn dance, Rachel. Why does it matter now how I asked you to the stupid thing?"
"Because it shows you don't care about me enough to put some fucking effort into the thing!" she hissed, pulling away from him.
Seriously? She was mad about how he asked her to a fucking dance? "You're such a drama queen," he muttered, walking next to her as they approached the table, taking their seats.
"You two look tense," Kurt commented, looking with disgust at the school lunch he'd purchased. "Blaine, remind me why I bought this."
"Because I said you needed to be more adventurous and you decided being adventurous was buying lunch instead of bringing your typical spread of cheese, crackers, and fruit."
"Right," he said with a nod. "But seriously, why the tense faces?"
"Prom," Puck spat, not even wanting to talk about this dance anymore. Thank god they weren't going—it'd be even more of a nightmare than it already was.
"Oh, goodie!" Kurt said, clapping his hands/ "You've decided to go! Rachel, we'll have to go dress shopping after school. I was thinking blue si—"
Rachel shook her head, holding her hand up to stop him before he really got on a roll. "No, we're still not going," she said softly.
"Does it really matter how a guy asks his girlfriend to the prom? I mean, it's just a dance," Puck asked, looking to Blaine and Kurt for support.
"Oh, totally," Kurt said. "I mean, if he just half-asses it, he doesn't really care. The more effort he puts into it shows how much effort he's going to put into the relationship."
"I wouldn't go that far, Kurt," Blaine added. "Though I think there should be some effort and creativity put into it instead of just asking the girl—or guy—in the middle of hooking up."
"Which is basically what you did," Rachel shot at Puck. She let out an irritated sigh, shaking her head. She stood up, grabbing her lunch. "I'm going to sit with Mercedes and Tina for today. I'll see you in rehearsal," she said to Kurt and Blaine, ignoring Puck completely.
The three boys watched her walk away before Kurt and Blaine turned to Puck. "What exactly did you do to her to get her so mad?" Kurt laughed.
"I have no idea. She's pissed I didn't ask her to prom in a more amazing way. I don't see why it matters—she doesn't even want to go to the damn thing."
Kurt shook his head. "This is all your fault," he teased Blaine. "I think she's just jealous everyone got these amazing prom proposals and she didn't. You know Rachel—she likes having the best of things."
Puck sighed. "How do I make this right?
"Let her cool down," Blaine suggested. Kurt nodded in agreement. "She just needs to relax. She'll come to you in a few days after she has time to think about how ridiculous she's being."
Friday night, Rachel finally called Puck. Everyone had already left for the prom, and she was left alone in her house.
Kurt had stopped by before leaving for the prom with Blaine, dropping off a blue silk dress. "Just in case," he told her before giving her a hug and leaving.
"Noah?" she murmured into the phone, sitting in her room, feeling very lonely.
"Baby?"
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was being silly. I know you love me. You saved my life. As far as I'm concerned, that counts as every prom proposal you ever want to give me. Are you still coming over?" she asked.
Puck smiled on his end. "Apology accepted. I'll be over in ten minutes," he promised.
Twelve minutes later, there was a knock on the front door. Rachel pulled it open, seeing her boyfriend standing there, the same goofy smile he always wore on his face.
"You're late," she teased, pulling him inside the house. Puck laughed, his arms wrapping around her waist. He kissed her once, lifting her off the ground and into his arms.
Rachel let out giggle as he carried her over to the couch, her legs wrapped around his waist. Puck kissed her again, taking a seat on her couch with her on his lap.
"Don't do that again," he whispered.
"Do what?" she asked, looking at him, her hands running over his cheeks lightly.
"Scare me by not talking to me for days. I thought you were really mad," he muttered, resting his head against her chest.
Rachel smiled, running her fingers through his Mohawk. "I should have called earlier, but I didn't know how to apologize for being a psycho," she admitted. Puck let out a laugh, rubbing her back gently.
Puck pulled his head back, looking up at her. "Are we going to fuck or are we just going to watch a movie while I feel you up?" he teased.
Rachel's face went red, causing him to laugh again. "Let's just watch a movie for now," she murmured, climbing off his lap and grabbing her copy of Moulin Rouge, putting it into the DVD player and hitting play.
Puck laid down on the couch, leaving enough room for her to lay down beside him and in his arms. Rachel climbed onto the couch, settling beside him as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Rachel paid attention to the movie—it was one of her favorites, after all. Puck, however, only paid attention to Rachel. He slowly kissed up her neck, his hands running wild over her stomach. At one point, he started tugging at her shirt, getting it over her bra while still keeping it on her body.
Puck ran his hands over her bra, shifting their positions slightly so he was hovering over her instead of lying next to her.
Rachel, ignoring the movie at this point, looked up at him, her mouth not moving for once in her life. With one swift movement, Puck pulled her shirt off her body and dropped it on the floor, leaving her in her bra and skirt.
Rachel let out a shaky breath, swallowing once as his hands lowered themselves onto her body again, one hand running up her body and grazing the underwire of her bra while the other moved down, sliding under the waist of her skirt and into her panties.
Rachel squirmed beneath him, letting out a groan as his fingers ghosted over her sensitive area. "Noah," she moaned, spreading her legs slightly for him—well, as much as she could with her body still constricted by her skirt.
Puck lowered his head, starting to slowly suck on her neck. He reached back, undoing her bra with one hand, letting it fall off her body. He reached his hand around, grabbing on breast while the fingers on his other hand continued to run over her.
"Jesus Rachel, you're so fucking wet," he commented, pushing apart her folds before finding her entrance. Without even a warning, he pushed two fingers inside her, causing Rachel to let out a squeak.
Puck pumped his fingers in and out of her, kissing down her neck before stopping at her chest. He pulled one breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nipple while his other hand kept massaging the other breast.
Rachel was turning her head to either side, unable to contain herself. She didn't know how long she was going to last with Puck doing what he was doing inside her panties. He had two fingers inside while his thumb was simultaneously playing with her clit. Her breathing was becoming more erratic as she felt the pleasure inside her body building up.
Puck could feel the erection straining in his pants, the entire scenario turning him on. His fingers moved quicker and quicker, causing Rachel to moan louder.
"Fuck it, Rachel," he cursed before yanking her panties down. He left her skirt on because that shit was just too hot to take off. He pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, quickly pulling out a condom and rolling it on before shoving himself inside her.
Rachel groaned loudly as his two fingers were replaced with all of Noah. He leaned down, placing her knees over his shoulders as he started thrusting into her, going deeper than he ever had before.
"I'm sorry," he grunted as he thrust inside her. "I just had to. Fuck Rachel, you're so tight."
"It's okay baby. I wanted it. Just don't fucking stop," she whimpered, urging him on.
Puck roughly grabbed both breasts, squeezing them tightly which caused Rachel to moan loudly, her hips lifting up to meet each of his thrusts. The movie, long forgotten by now, was still playing in the background.
Puck let go of one of her breasts, his hand returning inside her skirt as he played with her clit again, wanting her to come. He wanted to make sure his girl was satisfied when they were finished.
Rachel gasped as he began playing with her, pleasure coursing through her body. "Faster, baby," she urged, her hands grabbing his hips, her nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck," he cursed loudly. Rachel pulled her hands away instantly. "No, don't stop," Puck groaned. Rachel replaced her hands, her nails scraping down the side of his hips.
Puck leaned down, licking the side of her neck. "Come on, baby," he muttered, continuing to move inside her. "Come for me. I know you want to."
Rachel moved her hips up to his while Puck moved his fingers faster. "Oh god, Noah!" she shrieked, her body writhing as she contracted around him. She squirmed as she rode out her orgasm.
Puck thrust into her a few more times before exploding into the condom. He collapsed on top of her, his arms wrapped around her. Puck kissed the side of her face a few times, pulling out of her. He slipped the condom off and dropped it on the ground.
Rachel smiled up at him, her thumb tracing over his cheekbone. "I love you, Noah."
Puck smiled at her, kissing her lips lightly. "I know you do." He stood up, pulling his boxers and pants back on. He reached down, grabbing her bra and handed it to her.
She sat up, pulling her bra on, kissing Puck's cheek. "Do you want to see the dress Kurt bought for me to wear to prom in case I changed my mind at the last minute?" she asked.
Puck let out an amused chuckle and nodded his head. "I'd love to."
Rachel collected her clothes, bringing them up to her room and dropped them on her bed. She pulled the dress out of her closet and pulled it on. It fit her just right, the dress hugging her body in all the right places.
She pulled a comb through her hair before walking downstairs, barefoot with a hand on the railing of the stairs.
Puck stared at her with a look of awe. "You're beautiful," he whispered, smiling at her. "You should just wear that every day for the rest of your life."
Rachel blushed a little, smiling at him. "You're making that up."
"I'm really not," he murmured, walking over to her and placing an arm around her waist. "Rachel Berry, will you dance with me?" he asked.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "There's no music playing," she said.
"Then put some on and dance with me," he protested. Rachel sighed, turning the stereo on. Roxette's "It Must Have Been Love" started playing.
Rachel placed her hands on Puck's shoulders while his hands found her way to her waist. The two of them swayed to the music. This was their prom—and it was perfect.
"We don't have that much time left in Lima," she whispered, her head resting against his chest.
"No, we don't," he murmured, wishing they had a lot more time. He didn't want to lose her. He knew he was going to. Once she was in LA, she'd find someone who was so much better than him and leave him for the new guy. Puck was just kidding himself if he thought she was going to stay with him.
Rachel pressed her body closer to his. "Promise me something," she whispered, looking up at him.
"Anything," he said, feeling himself choking up a bit.
"Promise me that you're not going to leave me for some badass girl you meet in San Francisco."
Puck laughed. "You're the biggest badass girl I know. I promise I'll never leave you, Rachel. I love you."
"Really?" she asked, still swaying with the music.
Puck pulled her close, nodding his head. "I promise, Rachel. You're the only girl for me."