Thanks everyone for your wonderful reviews! I'm so sorry this chapter has taken so long to post. The last few days have been torture and I haven't been able to actually think about this chapter, let alone write it. This chapter is extremely long, so my next posting might be a few days. I thought about cutting it into another chapter, but I don't like splitting up weeks if I can help it. But I hope you all like it and I look forward reading your guy's feedback!
LishaBaby: Thanks for the review! As you've probably guessed from the rating change, there is definitely going to be more naughtiness in their relationship. ;)
Shay: Thanks girl! It's like you're reading my mind! I'm glad I'm able to outshine some other authors!
Mikachu: I love your description of Finn! Now, I can't predict the future for more than a few chapters, but I'm not really down with Finchel, so I don't think we have to worry about them getting together. I just never understood that pairing! He's a foot taller than her! Can you imagine trying to have sex with someone that tall? Your face would be at their chest level. It's ridiculous, if you ask me. Sadly, the writers didn't think to consult me on what pairings there should be, so we just have to fantasize about it. Such a bummer lol.
StormN624: Sorry about the mistakes! I was trying to get the chapter up quickly and didn't catch everything. I'm glad you like the story so far!
BitchyButNiceGleek: I haven't worked out what their relationship will be like for most of the story, just the next couple of chapters. Glad you like the story so far.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything about or to do with Glee or the actors. I also don't own any of the songs that end up in this story.
Also, if anyone would be interested in being a beta, please let me know! These chapters are getting really too long for me to reread every time.
Chapter 4: Rachel and Noah, Sitting in a Tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G
(Monday of "Wheels" week)
"Good morning daddy, dad." Rachel said as she bounced into the kitchen, the glass that had had her smoothie in it in her hands. The two men smiled at their baby, relieved to see that she was in such high spirits. To say they were surprised to come back from their cruise and find out not only had Rachel quit Glee (which they never would have thought she would do), but she also became a cheerleader and had a boyfriend. They never would have thought anything like that would happen, as Rachel had continuously remarked how much she disliked cheerleaders, but Hiram and Leroy guessed that Rachel just wanted to find a place she was welcomed.
With regards to Noah Puckerman, however, the two men were very weary. They had always known about the boy's reputation, as the Jewish community in Lima, Ohio was extremely small. Yet, they had never let it be known that they were aware, and they had always treated the Puckermans with the upmost respect and kindness. But now that Noah was actually dating their baby, well, they were tremendously worried, to say the least. They just didn't want Rachel to get her heart broken, or god forbid, end up pregnant. But they had agreed to let Rachel make her own decisions and mistakes, as they knew she would never learn if they always sheltered her from life.
"Good morning darling. So what are your plans for today?" Leroy asked, folding his newspaper and placing it next to his plate.
"Oh, just the same I guess. I have Cheerios practice after school, and I need to speak with my dance teacher to work out a new schedule. I might also go over to Brittany Pierce's house later tonight, since I couldn't make it last week. Is that alright?" Rachel asked as she danced around the kitchen, putting her vegan lunch together.
She couldn't seem to stop moving around excitedly, nor could she remove the smile from her face. For the first time in a long while, Rachel was actually looking forward to school. She might still not be popular or even well liked, but she had a BOYFRIEND, one who was NOAH PUCKERMAN! Just the thought of the tanned teen made Rachel's heart begin to race and she had to turn away from her fathers to get her composure back.
"Just make sure you take your phone and a charger with you, in case of emergencies. And take your debit card so you can buy some dinner." Hiram said, sharing a look with his partner, clearly sad that their baby seemed to be growing up. Leroy squeezed Hiram's knee reassuringly.
"Thanks daddy! I should be home at a reasonable time, as it is a school night." Rachel said, closing her lunchbox and grabbing her water bottle and a granola bar. She gave each of them a kiss before twirling out of the kitchen. The men could hear as she collected her bag before shouting out a farewell and exiting the house through the garage door.
"I can't believe she's growing up so fast!" Hiram said, tears filling his eyes. Leroy shushed his partner, wrapping his arms around him and holding him. He actually couldn't believe it either, but one of them had to be strong.
"I know, but we knew it would happen eventually. I'm just worried she's bitten off more than she can chew with Noah Puckerman. I don't want to see him break her heart."
"Well I don't think we have to worry about that right now. If the fear in his eyes after your…discussion with him is any indication." Hiram chuckled, remembering the look on Noah's face when Leroy got done with his 'talk'. Leroy chuckled as well and the two men went to get ready for work, hoping that Rachel knew what she was getting herself into.
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Rachel made her way into the almost deserted front hallway of McKinley High, humming to herself as she walked through the building until she made it to her locker. While she would have loved to arrive with Noah (she fought down a smile at the thought of him), she knew she got to school a lot sooner than most of the student body, Noah included.
He had said he would drive her on Sunday when they had been watching movies in her room, but she didn't want him to have to change his habits for her. She might not like his swearing or his tragically limited vocabulary, but Rachel realized that if she wanted to keep him, she would have to grow used to his quirks. And arriving right before the bell rang was one of those quirks.
Once she had all her books, Rachel made her way to the choir room, as the auditorium would be locked until school started. Her plans to get some practice in, however, were cut short when she saw Mr. Schuester sitting at the desk that was in the room. Why he had to have two offices, she wasn't sure. It's not like Glee club was the only club that used the choir room, so she wasn't sure why he had to use the desk. She was about to turn on her heel when the man looked up, obviously alerted to her presence.
"Rachel, what can I do for you?" Rachel was a little surprised at the weariness in his voice, which she could actually tell was not directed at her. She could see the dark smudges under his gorgeous eyes, and Rachel felt a pang of sympathy for him. While she despised the way he treated her while she was in the club, she didn't want to see him look so dejected either. Mr. Schuester, for his part, was so tired that he couldn't even get upset when he saw the Cheerio (seriously Rachel was a Cheerio now…I hate Sue!).
"I was just going to try and get some practice in, since the auditorium is closed. Are you alright Mr. Schuester?" Rachel wasn't sure if she should leave or not, but she seemed rooted to the spot, wanting to help him and yet not sure if she should actually be concerned. Mr. Schue gave a heavy sigh and rolled his shoulders, indicating that he had probably been sitting in the chair awhile.
"It's just Glee stuff Rachel. There's been so much infighting that we haven't gotten anything done recently and sectionals are coming up. I'm not really sure how to get everyone together." Rachel would be lying if she said she didn't feel a sliver of happiness that the club seemed to be falling apart without her. But she didn't want them to fail just because they didn't want her, so she took a seat on the piano bench and listened to what Mr. Schue had to say.
"It's as if you're leaving as caused a split in the group. On one side, there's the students who want to…convince you to come back, and the other side refuses to give into your…(Mr. Schue coughs) walking out." Rachel rolled her eyes at the last part, knowing he was going to say 'diva fits'.
"Have you tried a bonding exercise?" Mr. Schue looked at her confusedly, which caused Rachel to question once more about his qualifications to be the director of a singing group.
"Have you given them an exercise to bring them closer together? We do trust exercises all the time in dance, as you have to trust your partner if you're going to succeed. But Glee has always been split Mr. Schue, it's not just an effect from my leaving. You preach that it's supposed to be a place where everyone can be who they really are and feel safe, but you don't enforce that." Mr. Schue looked offended at her words, so Rachel quickly continued before he could interrupt her.
"I never felt welcomed in the group. It's not only that no one appreciated my years of experience, but they went out of their way to be mean to me. I didn't go one practice without being insulted at least twice. So is the group supposed to work as one entity if its members feel harassed and abused? Even you were constantly talking over me or others, not wanting to listen to our input. I know you're the teacher, but it's our dreams that are on the line. Is it any wonder I didn't want to rejoin, even though I love Glee?" Mr. Schue's face clouded over as she continued to talk, and Rachel feared she had gone too far. But she felt like he needed to hear what she had to say. When it was clear that he was either refusing to acknowledge her or was too deep in thought, Rachel grabbed her bag and moved out of the room.
Rachel was going to make her way to her homeroom, now that she didn't have anywhere to practice, when she got a text. Opening up her (ridiculously) bedazzled phone, she gave a happy smile when she saw the text was from Noah.
*Are you here already? I can't find you?*
*Yes, Noah I am already at school. I am surprised that you are here thought. It is a lot earlier than when you usually grace us with your presence. *
*Haha, you're so funny Berry. So where are you? I'm near your locker.*
*Well, I was on my way to my homeroom, but I can meet you at my locker.*
Rachel grinned to herself as she dashed down the hall, not being able to contain herself at the thought of seeing him. When she got to a more crowded hallway, she slowed down, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Not only would the pleats in her skirt spread so one could actually see all the way to her spankies. While they were made to be seen during actual performances, Rachel still wasn't comfortable with people being able to see up her skirt. She conveniently disregarded that her usual skirts were just as short, or in her favorite black skirt's case, smaller.
She took a deep breath as butterflies sprang up in her stomach when she saw the tell-tell Mohawk standing next to her locker. His back was to her as he talked with Matt and Mike, so Rachel quietly made her way up behind him, sliding her arms around him from behind. She stifled a giggle when she felt him jump a little before she glanced back at her, giving her a cocky smirk.
"Good morning Noah, Matt, Mike." Rachel said as Noah pulled her around so that he was the one with his arms around her from behind. The two jocks shared a smirk between them at their teammate's actions, which earned them a good-natured glare from the 'badass'.
"Sup Rachel? I was surprised to see Puck here so early, but now it makes complete sense." Matt said, giving her a smile that was meant to make Puck irritated. It worked. Puck continued to glare at the two as he tightened his hold on the small girl, making it clear that the other two were to lay off on the flirting if they wanted to keep all their bones unbroken.
"I was pleasantly surprised as well Matt. But arriving early to school is a great habit to develop, as it gives you the extra time to get your affairs in order before the day begins, don't you agree?"
"Ah…yep, that's a great habit. Never know when you might need…help on something or other." Matt said, trying not to offend her with the knowledge that he thought she was crazy. Rachel gave him a 1000 watt smile, thinking she had finally found someone with a similar mind with regards to school. Sure, they had been in Glee together, but they had never had a single conversation.
"Exactly Matt! I am so glad to see someone other than myself actually dedicated to doing well in school. It's so important to not only make excellent grades, but to make a good impression on everyone you encounter, especially teachers. They are probably going to be the ones writing the recommendations for college, after all.
"Do you plan on continuing your education? I'm sure you could get a football or music scholarship. Although, you might want to step up a little more in Glee if you want to go the music route. You have a wonderful voice, so with a little more practice, I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem getting one. You should talk to Mr. Schue about giving you some personalized practices, as it's very hard to focus on any one individual when the Glee club meets all together.
"Oh, Noah you should do that as well! You would be an amazing baritone if you could hit your high B. I think you have an amazing voice, and you could probably knock Finn out of being the only male lead. Finn did accomplish the high B, but sometimes he still misses it, which causes the sound to get messed up. I could help you if you want, since I have perfect pitch after all. I could actually help all of you if you wanted? Well…I actually haven't heard you sing very much Mike, but I'm sure with some practice you'd be great.
"Maybe I should offer my help to some of the other Glee members. I mean, you guys won't win Sectionals if the two doing most of the singing are Finn and…Quinn I guess. I don't really see the logic in making her the lead, except she's dating Finn. Her voice, while beautiful, does not have the same amount of power that some of the others do; like Mercedes. Although she might be too much of a diva to be able to lead, yet still work with the group to make an amazing song. Oh well, I guess that's not my problem. But I would definitely help you guys if you would like me to."
Rachel trailed off, for the first time becoming aware of the astonished looks on the faces in front of her. She also noticed that the grip around her waist had slackened, and when she looked up, Noah had a similar expression on his face. She bit her lip, becoming aware that she had once more been rambling for several minutes. She hated when she did that, as it tended to make those around her begin to make fun of her and the way she talked. She snapped her mouth shut, staring down at the floor, not wanting to see them as they made fun of her.
"Um…thanks for the offer Rachel. I'll think about it and let you know, ok?" Matt said, slowly edging his way away from the couple. He could barely keep up with what she was saying, as the rate of her words was almost too fast for him to understand them. Mike nodded to the girl, not knowing what to say that wouldn't end up hurting her feelings. He had never been around anyone who talked as much, or as fast, as Rachel Berry, and he really just wanted to get back to the land of the normal.
"I'm sorry Noah. I just got excited and let my mouth run away from me again." Rachel said, keeping her head down as the two boys moved away. She was surprised when he turned her around and lifted her head with his finger before placing a small, chaste even, kiss on her lips.
"There's nothing to apologize for. Sure, you're totally crazy and obsessed with succeeding in everything, but I already knew that." Puck chuckled before leaning down to kiss her more deeply. He grinned into the kiss when Rachel wound her arms around his neck, leaning up on her tiptoes so he didn't have to bend down so far. He could never get enough of her lips. That was totally not a pussy thing to think, because the girl could kiss, seriously! It was fucking badass the way she concentrated solely on making out, making him feel like he was the only thing in her universe. That was fucking HOT!
Rachel gasped when Noah turned them until her back hit the lockers. She ignored the pain that shot throw her, since her mind could literally only focus on the way he was kissing her. They had had several make out sessions over the weekend, but never this hot before. She felt like her entire body was about to go up in flames and she had no way of cooling herself down (not that she wanted to).
Puck groaned when he pressed his body to hers, not surprised when his body began to react to her presence. He didn't usually respond so quickly to something so…trivial as kissing, but as he had said, she was AWSOME at kissing. He swore he could feel it all the way down to his toes, which was so badass. It wasn't the first time they had engaged in such activities, but everything seemed to get better and better the more they practiced. Rachel pulled back with a gasp when the bell rang, her head accidengtedly hitting the metal door behind her.
"I have to go Noah. I can't be late for homeroom." Rachel said as she reached up to message the sore spot on her head before kissing him again and pushing against his chest. Puck sighed at the loss of her lips and her body heat, but he knew that trying to get her to skip class was not going to win him any points. Grabbing her hand, he walked the small girl to her homeroom, much to the surprise of not only Rachel, but everyone in her class.
"I'll see you at lunch. Thank you for walking me to class." Rachel said, leaning up to give him another kiss. Puck grabbed her hips and pulled her fully against him, letting her feel how much he did not want to let her go. She sighed against his lips as she pulled apart, the regret evident in her eyes.
"Sure thing babe, I'll be there." Puck whispered, not wanting the class behind her, who were all watching the interaction, to hear him. Rachel smiled up at him before backing away, making her way to her desk. She watched as Puck glared threateningly at a few of the students before swaggering away. She could only shake her head at his actions before she pulled out the book her English teacher had assigned. She ignored, or tried to, the stares and whispers that were occurred around her, even when she heard her name several times. She was not going to let the attitudes and opinions of her classmates ruin her mood that kissing Noah always put her in.
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"I can't believe she would say such a thing to me! I was not mean to her! She's just an overdramatic person and takes everything personally." Emma Pillsbury watched as the man she had been crushing on for a few years passed back and forth in front of her desk. She tried to ignore how cute he was, instead focusing on to number of steps he took before swinging back around.
"And then Figgins has to make things worse! This is just not my day." Will knew he was being selfish, but he couldn't believe Figgins was going to make them come up with their own way to Sectionals. So much for the arts mattering to schools.
"Well, William, did you ever think that maybe Rachel might have a point? I'm not saying that everything she said was true, but you can't deny that the students in your club make no secret of their dislike for the poor girl. It can't be easy to know you're one of the best in there, and yet be continuously made to feel like you aren't welcome."
"But I don't do that! She accused me of doing the same thing to her, and I don't. I treat all my students fairly and equally. The accusation is completely bogus and I am offended by it. Rachel always thinks every little thing is about her, and she storms out of practice every time she doesn't get a solo. That's not the attitude of a team player and I need my club to be team."
"I understand Will, but I'm trying to see it through her eyes. Before Sue requested she join the Cheerios, Glee was all Rachel had. She has been one of the number one targets for bullying ever since she came to high school, and I believe this has caused to latch onto things with a death grip. Her devotion to Glee was remarkable, but to have that love and devotion used against her as a negative aspect of her personality is wrong. I'm not saying you did any such thing, as I've never sat in on one of your practices, and I don't believe you would ever intentionally do such a thing.
"But for someone that dedicated to Glee and becoming a star, when you take away that spotlight, it's only natural to feel as if that's a personal attack. I'm sure Rachel wants the Glee club to succeed, especially after she defended it a couple of weeks ago. But, it makes sense from her viewpoint why your actions, and the students' actions, were seen as an attack on her, which required her to remove herself. And maybe she does have a point, about needing to have the entire club partake in a trust exercise. Maybe you should try to come up with something that they'd all have to do together to build team unity." William stopped pacing, turning to the guidance counselor. He tried not to notice how pretty she looked, turning his thoughts to his students instead.
"I guess you're right Emma. I just…I'm actually hurt that Rachel would think I would ever intentionally hurt any of my student's feelings. But I should have thought about this sooner I guess. Maybe I wouldn't have lost Rachel if I had made it a point to stop the insults. I just hate to get involved in their dramas."
"Well, as their teacher, it is your job to make them feel safe and welcome. So, you will probably have to get used to getting in the middle of their drama if you want them to work together."
"Thanks Emma, you've helped a lot." Emma smiled as she watched the Spanish teacher leave her office. She took a deep breath, smiling when she could still smell his cologne. She knew he was married and expecting a baby, but she could not seem to distance her feelings for him. And her relationship, if you could call it that, with Tanaka was a miserable attempt at shutting out those feelings. Silently reprimanding herself, Emma turned back to her desk, pulling out her new stack of brochures to organize and clean them.
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Rachel couldn't keep the smile off her face as she sat next to Noah during lunch. His hand had made its way onto her thigh, and was currently moving in a slow drag up and down her bare skin. She had to fight off the giggles that wanted to erupt, since the caress felt equal parts good and ticklish at the same time. But she would not look like a harlot in the middle of the cafeteria, so Rachel clamped onto her 'performer's' face and kept her composure.
"So are you coming over tonight Ray? Lord Tubbington has been asking when you're going to come over all weekend." Rachel hid her pleased smile at the nickname (as she had never had one before) and nodded at the blonde.
"Of course I will Brittany; I wouldn't want to disappoint his Royal Highness. You can tell Lord Tubbington that I will be at your house after practice." Brittany smiled happily as she bit into her rice cake. Santana gave Rachel an approving look, glad that the brunette always seemed to go out of her way to make Brittany feel comfortable. She still might not like the midget very much, but Santana did not want to upset her friend by making her feelings known. And now that she was seeing Matt, Santana figured she could try to be less of a bitch about the whole Puckleberry thing. (She didn't think it would last very long, because, c'mon, she loved being a bitch)
"Yay! We can do make-overs and facials and stuff. Oh…tonight's waxing night! Do you wax Ray?" Rachel almost chocked on her sandwich at Brittany's question, but luckily she was able to swallow before the food got caught in her throat.
"Um….yes I wax. It's very important for dance, as it's been proved that having less body hair can decrease your wind resistance. That is why even male dancers, or even athletes, either wax or shave themselves; it may just give the needed edge one needs to win." Santana and Puck just stared at her, so Rachel focused back on her food.
"OH, I didn't know that! Do you think Coach should make it mandatory to improve out cheers? I know a couple of girls that do not take care of themselves in certain places and it's gross." Brittany said excitedly, bouncing in her chair at the thought of pleasing her coach with the suggestion.
"So you wax everywhere B?" Santana asked in a voice that Rachel was afraid might be suggestive. She glanced at the girl before spotting the interested look on Noah's face out of the corner of her eye. She felt herself blush a deep crimson at the question and the way Noah's hand had stopped on her thigh so he could concentrate on her answer.
"Well, not that I think this is a very appropriate conversation to have at the lunch table, but yes Santana, I wax everywhere. Unlike a cheerleader, dancers often have to perform in leotards and the material is very clingy. It would be unsightly and embarrassing if the audience was able to actually see one's lack of self-care during a performance." Rachel swore her face could not get any redder before it would literally combust.
"That is so hot." Puck mumbled, giving her smooth thigh a squeeze before continuing to run his hand up and down it. He really wanted to slide his hand up and under the skirt to see if she was telling the truth, but he figured he would get slapped and yelled at. And getting either of those two things in the middle of the cafeteria by a dwarf was not badass. He had to content himself with merely feeling the silky skin of her thigh and imagining what it would feel like if he was caressing a different area.
"Well that's great! I have a whole self-waxing kit I use when I can't get it done by someone else. Although, San does usually help me anyways." Rachel's eyes widened at the implication and Santana gave her a saucy smirk.
"I can help you out too B. I know how hard it can be to reach everything." Rachel buried her face in her sandwich when Santana started chuckling. She didn't miss the way Puck had sucked in his breath at the offer, and when she peeked at him, she could tell he was off in his own little world. A world that involves you and Santana and a waxing kit!
"Thank you for the offer Santana, I'll be sure to let you know if I need any assistance." Rachel was pleased when the Latina's mouth dropped open in surprise at her answer before she gave another approving smirk and nodded. Santana could appreciate a girl who could hold her own, rather physically or conversationally.
"What the hell are you guys doing here? Why are you sitting with Manhands?" Quinn's voice cut through the comfortable silence that had descended on the group. Rachel rolled her eyes at the blonde girl, not understanding why she could never just leave her alone. Being a part of the Cheerios had not lessened Quinn's hatred for her; it had actually increased it significantly.
"Hey Q! We're having lunch with Ray and Puck. Do you want to join us? I have these yummy rice cakes if you want to split." Brittany said, holding up the bag of her cheddar snacks.
"No I don't want to join you Brittany! Why in the world are you sitting with her?"
"'Cause Lord Tubbington said San and I were supposed to be her friend! And she's actually really nice! Did you know that she's nice?" Brittany asked, all smiles. She missed the look of hatred and anger that flashed over the cheerleader's face.
"Taking orders from your cat is stupid Brittany. Now let's go before the loser infects you." Quinn almost shrieked as she pulled on Brittany's shoulder, trying to get the other girl up. Brittany looked confusedly at Rachel, obviously not understanding what was going on.
"Why don't you just leave her alone Quinn? Don't you have someone else to go bitch to?" Puck's voice filled the small space, and he grabbed Rachel's hand in a reassuring squeeze. What? Reassuring your hot girlfriend that you had their back was totally badass.
"Shut up Puckerman! I can't believe you would lower yourself to be seen with her either. I know you don't have very high standards, but I thought even you would be too repulsed by her to touch her. I guess you really will fuck anything with two legs and a set of boobs." Puck growled, yes growled, at the blonde and he was about to rise to defend himself and Rachel when the little hand slip out of his. Looking over at Rachel to see if Quinn's words had upset her, he was surprised to see a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her beautiful (shut up) face.
"Why don't you try to stop telling everyone else what to do Quinn Fabray? Don't you think you have enough on your shoulders right now? Do you really need to make it your mission to make my life hell? I would think being in your position would have made you more humble, but I was obviously wrong. And insulting your 'friends' is just wrong, especially when Brittany has done nothing to earn your scorn." Rachel said quietly, not wanting the entire cafeteria to hear her.
"Shut up Gayberry, you don't know anything. You think just because Puck's lowered himself to sleeping you that people are going to like you? People still hate you. And Puck will throw you before too long, so I wouldn't get used to that either." Puck jumped up out of his seat, completely fed up with Quinn's bitchiness. He was sure that her normal level of being a bitch was only enhanced with her hormones, but what she was saying was uncalled for. No matter if she was his baby mama or not, she didn't have the right to speak to Rachel that way.
"Ok, I pride myself on being a nice person, but you are pushing it Quinn. I know you must be going crazy with your hormones right now, so I'm going to ignore most of what you just said. But you listen to me, (Rachel marched around the table until she was standing right in front of Quinn) you need to leave me the hell alone. I have done nothing to you, ever, and your treatment of me is without due cause. I have never been anything but nice and civil to you, and I will continue to do so because I am above such immature behavior. Being pregnant does not give you the right to be a…a bitch!"
Puck was amazed at the hellcat that was standing in front of him. He shared a look with Santana, and they clearly agreed that the scene was hot. But he didn't want Quinn to do anything that she would regret or would harm the baby, so Puck slid up behind Rachel and pulled her against him, so that there was a couple of feet between the two girls. He expected Rachel to fight him, but she actually relaxed against his chest and placed her hands over his, which were splayed across her stomach. She stared at the hate in Quinn's eyes, but she just didn't care about it anymore.
"What is going on?" Finn asked as he hurried over to them, his arm automatically going around Quinn. The pregnant teen turned into him, obviously wanting his sympathy.
"Nothing is going on Finn. Quinn and I were merely having a disagreement about her treatment of not only me, but of Brittany as well. I'm sure she has heard my opinions and will act accordingly. At least she will if she wants to keep the few friends she has left." Rachel said calmly, amazed she didn't even feel a twinge of jealousy towards the girl wrapped in Finn's arms. She had her own pair of strong, muscular arms to be wrapped in, so Rachel was happy. And Noah has really lovely arms! Way better than Finns!
"I can't believe you would attack a pregnant girl Rachel! I thought you were above such behavior!" Finn said, completely appalled at her. He had never thought that the sweet innocent girl that he had felt a pull towards would mistreat anyone, but especially Quinn, in such a way.
"You need to remove your head from your ass Hudson. Quinn came over here and started attack us, not the other way around. It's not our fault that she's such a bitch." Santana said, glaring at the tall boy. She had contemplated stealing him from Quinn, as that would have been awesome to get one up on the other Cheerio, but she was so not finding him hot right now.
"Don't talk about my girlfriend that way Santana! And you're the bitch!" Finn's reply was so juvenile that Rachel actually felt herself begin to giggle. The other four looked at her as if she had lost her mind. She tried to stifle the giggles, and when she felt she had herself composed, so faced Finn.
"I'm sorry that you think that we were attacking Quinn for any reason Finn. I would never do such a thing, as you well know. But when someone comes up to me, when I am minding my own business, and begins to insult my friends, my boyfriend, and myself, than I get angry. She had no right to say the things she was saying, and I will not lower myself to repeating them. Now if you'll excuse us." Rachel said as she grabbed her stuff in one hand and Puck's hand in the other. She was about to move past the couple when Finn's shocked voice made her pause.
"Boyfriend? You're dating Puck?" The disbelief in his voice made Rachel's (metaphysical) hackles rise. Why was it so hard to believe that Puck would be interested in her? She might not be popular, but she wasn't hideous either.
"Yes Finn, Puck asked me to be his girlfriend and I happily complied." Rachel glared at Finn, who was still struck dumb with the information. Quinn looked from Finn to Rachel and her face began to get darker again, as she could clearly see the jealousy the revelation had caused in her boyfriend. Why is everyone attracted to Rachel fucking Berry? She's not that pretty! And before Cheerios, she dressed like a grandmother!
"C'mon babe, we have fifteen minutes before class." Puck said, the suggestion of what they could do in that time evident in his voice. Rachel gave him a small smirk before waving to Brittany and Santana and sliding her hand into Puck's. Finn watched dumbly as they sauntered out of the cafeteria, still not able to believe that PUCK, the cougar chaser, had gotten Rachel to agree to go out with him. Didn't she know that as soon as she sleeps with him he's going to dump her? Just the thought of Rachel giving it up to Puck made the fury rise so quickly in Finn's chest that he was surprised steam didn't come out of his ears.
"While this has been a blast, Brit and I got places to be." Santana said and the two Cheerios left, their pinkies linked. Quinn pushed away from him, knowing that he was not going to try and cheer her up since he was obviously still thinking about Stubbles. She marched out of the cafeteria, not willing to let anyone see her close to tears. She hated being pregnant. Finn watched her go before slowly following, not really sure what he was supposed to be doing.
When he reached the hallway, he was disgusted to see Rachel pushed up against a wall, Puck mauling at her face. His face distorted in anger and he was about to rip Puck of his girl when Mike and Matt were standing in front of him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you man. You should really go make sure Quinn is doing ok. I know stress can have ill effects on the fetus." Matt said. Finn looked at him in confusion, having no idea what he was talking about. All he could think about was that Puck was taking advantage of Rachel in the hallway, where everyone could see.
"Ya Finn, Quinn's your girl, not Rachel. I know you have this thing for her, but you can't have both of them. Go to Quinn and leave Rachel alone." Mike said, the steel in his voice surprising since the other boys weren't used to hearing him talk a lot, or so forcibly. Finn wanted to argue with them, but they were right, Rachel was not his, Quinn was. Besides, he knew Puck, and there was no way Puck was a long-term relationship kind of guy. So Finn would wait it out and be there for Rachel when it went up in flames. With that happy thought, Finn spun around to go down the other side of the hallway in search of his girlfriend.
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Puck tried to pay attention to what Mr. Schuester was saying (something about a bake sale), but all he could think about was how turned on Rachel's fight with Quinn had made him. He was totally hot for that feisty girl that seemed to be well hidden behind Berry's calm exterior. If she gets that fired up during a fight, she's going to be crazy in the sack! Any possibility of him paying attention was completely ruined when he had the thought, images of a naked, sweaty Rachel rolling around his bed, clawing at him invading his mind.
For the entire time he was in the choir room, Puck had been ignoring the glares he was receiving from the 'golden' couple. He didn't give a rat's ass if Quinn didn't like him dating Rachel. Quinn had refused all his offers of help for the baby, and Puck found he didn't really care about her anymore.
The only thing that he cared about was making sure that the baby was taken care of, even if that meant it had to go to an adoptive family. He wanted to be a dad, but Puck was quickly realizing that he didn't have the means to be anything but a deadbeat. (Just like his own dad) And Puck was not willing for that to happen. So if a stranger had to raise his child, at least he knew it would be taken care of and wouldn't live in squalor. Squalor? I've been hanging out with Berry too much! True, but that time has been fucking amazing! Remember her straddling you on her bed? Awesome!
Puck was pulled out of his thoughts when Santana punched him in the arm. He glared at her before he noticed that the students were filing out of the room, meaning class was over and it was time for football practice. He slowly got out of his chair, actually dreading football. Usually he loved it, since he could take out all his pent up aggression, but today he really just wanted to get Berry alone again. And he did not want to have to deal with Finn and his bull shit. The dude seriously thought he could have Quinn and Rachel hanging on his every word. What a douche.
Puck took his time getting to the locker room, hoping the lumbering jock would have already gone out onto the field by the time he got there. Luck seemed to be on his side when he entered a mostly empty locker room to get dressed. He knew Tanaka would make him do laps for being late, but Puck didn't give a shit. More time to himself meant more fantasy time, so he was cool.
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Today's cheerleader practice was the first one that Rachel actually got to sing in. For the last two weeks, she had been focused on learning all the parts of the routines she was supposed to know, so she hadn't been given a chance to sing anything. And while she didn't sing a lot of Katy Perry, she thought "Hot N Cold" was a great song for a cheerleader routine. It had a great beat to move to and Rachel was confident she would do the pop star justice. Moving to the front of the tumbling girls, Rachel grinned at the audience (Sue) before letting the music overtake her.
"You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you
Over-think
Always speak
Cryptically
I should know
That you're no good for me
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You!
You don't really want to stay, no
You!
But you don't really want to go-oh
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now's a dead battery
Used to laugh (used to laugh)
Bout nothing (bout nothing)
Now your plain (now your plain)
Boring (boring)
I should know (I should know)
you're not gonna change (change)
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You!
You don't really want to stay, no (woah)
You!
But you don't really want to go-oh (ohhh)
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no (no!)
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down (you're down!)
Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get it off this ride
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right (When it's right)
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up (We make up)
You're hot then you're cold (Ohhhhhhhhhhhh)
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out (Oh!)
You're up and you're down (Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh)
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white (Oh!)
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You!
You don't really want to stay, no (woah)
You!
But you don't really want to go-oh (ohhh)
You're hot then you're cold (Cold)
You're yes then you're no (No)
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down (Dooooown)"
Rachel held the last note, her voice so powerful her teammates were actually a little stunned. Sure, they had known she could sing (especially the girls in Glee), but they had never thought she could do that. Sue even looked impressed, which the Cheerios knew was an extremely hard feat to accomplish, as she never seemed fully satisfied with their routines.
"That was a good start. It could be better, however, so hit the showers and come prepared tomorrow. I don't want to see any mistakes or I'll show you the meaning of pain!" Rachel would have been shocked at the coach's harsh words, but she had learned that that was how she talked to her squad. Rachel didn't understand how Sue still managed to get people in the Cheerios or get them to work together to win anything, but she figured that was a mystery she didn't need to know the answers to. She was too high off her (brilliant!) performance to let anything damper it.
Once washed and in shorts and a loose shirt (she did not rewear her uniform or change into another one, I mean come on!) she made her way out to the parking lot, looking for the Mohawk that was attached to her boyfriend. She found him leaning against his truck with Mike and Matt, obviously in the middle of a joke or something, as all three of them were laughing. She wasn't sure if she wanted to interrupt them, but when his eyes met hers and he jerked his head in a 'come here' gesture, Rachel smiled and bounced over to him.
Puck loved her in those shorts! Seriously, her legs were like a mile long! And he could actually make out her ass a lot better in the fitting shorts than in the Cheerios skirt, which he appreciated. He pulled her against him and leaned down to capture her lips, to the groans of his friends. Jealous bastards.
"Did you have a nice practice?" Rachel asked when she pulled back. Puck would have much rather picked her up and shoved her in his truck for a much longer make out session, but he could tell from her face that that was not going to happen. Damn.
"I guess. Nothing amazing, except Gaytard proved once more to be one of the only ones to be able to score." Rachel's eyes widened at his words before she slapped him, hard, across the chest. Seriously, the little chick had an arm on her.
"Do not call Kurt that! It is offensive, twice! As a child with two gay fathers, I take offense to that. And handy capable people are not in the world for your amusement Noah Puckerman!" The other two guys were laughing (silently) at the two (Rachel's back was to them, they're not crazy enough to laugh in front of her) and Puck really wanted to punch them in their laughing faces. But first he had to placate (shut up) his angry girl.
"My bad babe, I didn't mean it." Rachel knew that was as good as she was going to get, so she left it alone. There was no way Noah Puckerman was actually say 'I'm sorry'. She glared at him for a moment longer, just to make her point, before she turned back to the others. She saw their faces as they tried to compose themselves again, but she didn't want to get into that. Boys will be boys after all and she was not going to try and change them. That would not only be a waste of her time, but it would also make them resent her. And she was just now getting to talk to them, so she did not want to do anything that would make them see her as more of a loser than she was sure they already saw her.
"Come on Ray! We have to go or we'll be late! Lord Tubbington said we needed to be home before seven." Brittany said as her and Santana (once more in uniforms) came up to their group. Rachel was surprised when each girl was instantly wrapped into a pair of arms, as she hadn't known that they were seeing the football players. And Santana doesn't look as angry with me when she's around Matt, so that's a plus.
"What are you girls doing tonight? I'm sure we could come up with something a lot fun to do." Matt said, sharing a knowing smile with the guys. Rachel rolled her eyes and lightly elbowed Noah in the stomach, which just caused him to tickle her sides.
"No, we have plans! We getting make overs and manicures and waxes. No boys allowed!" Brittany said firmly, her pretty face set in a serious (for her) expression.
"Did you say you girls are waxing?" Mike asked, his mind already half way into the gutter. What was it about waxing and guys? Santana just smirked at him, which let everyone know that her mind was right there with him.
"Yes Mike, Ray has already pointed out how important waxing is. Did you know that it could actually improve your performance in dance and stuff?" Mike merely groaned, the image of three naked girls giving each other waxes too much for him to actually form words. He was sure that it didn't really happen that way, but the visual was so hot.
"You boys are impossible! You'd think we girls were interacting in a sexual manner the way your minds work. Waxing hurts, which means it is definitely not an aphrodisiac." Rachel said, rolling her eyes. Puck did actually let out a groan when she said 'sexual', proving Rachel's point. Boys. Turning to him, she pulled his head down for a deep kiss before moving out of his arms.
"I'm sure you boys will find something to do to entertain yourselves. Or maybe you should all spend time alone and take care of your problems." Puck's eyes widened at her obvious reference to masturbation. Dude, this girl is going to kill me before I can even get in her pants! Sweet Moses I want her. Rachel gave him a smirk, as if she could read his mind, before walking away with the girls, much to the guy's disappointment.
"I think you have unleashed a monster Puckerman. I never knew anything like that was hiding behind those sweaters." Matt said, shaking his head as he watched the girls walk away.
"I'm going to pretend you're talking about her new personality and not her banging body, cuz then I'd have to kick your ass." Puck said, his eyes staying glued to the wiggling backside of his girl. How had no one ever noticed what a body she had? Sure, her skirts were always a tease, but damn, she had some lush curves going on. Puck knew he had to get out of there before he made a fool of himself, and a stud just did not do that. Ever.
"I gotta go. Ma's got to work and I got sis duty. But if you want to watch the game, I have it recorded." The three boys then split up with the agreement to meet at Pucks house an hour later. That gave him just enough time to get home, jerk off, and get dinner ready for Eli; perfect.
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"I swear two girls could be covered in poop and guys would think it was some sexy foreplay leading up to the girls making out." Rachel said as she rubbed the soothing oil into her legs. While she had been waxing for years (you could not wear those skirts and just shave), it did still sting.
"B that's because girls, especially us girls, are hot! Who wouldn't want to see us getting it on? Its every guy's fantasy to be the meat in a threesome sandwich." Santana said, chuckling when Rachel blushed. The girl was way too easy to rile.
"Is that why we always did all that stuff with Puck?" Brittany asked, completely missing the shocked look that swept over Rachel's face.
"Yea Brit, that's why. Don't looked so shocked Berry, Puck's been around. He's very experienced." Santana knew she was supposed to be getting along with Berry, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to rub her previous relationship with Puck in her face. Rachel looked down, not sure how she should feel or respond. She knew Puck's reputation was one built on actual deeds and not myths, but having it confirmed was still a little shocking.
That doesn't matter now Berry! You guys were not together then and he didn't cheat on you. You can't get mad at him for stuff he did before you guys were a couple. That would make you not only a bad girlfriend, but a bad person. You should not hold someone's past against them, especially when they were showing their willingness to change, even if just a little.
"Well I hope he was able to fully satisfy the two of you. From what I've heard, that isn't always an easy feat." Santana almost fell off the bed at Berry's response, having expected the girl to either burst into tears or angry accusations.
"You might not be so bad Berry. I never knew you had this side to you! And yes, Puck is very good at satisfying. I'm sure you won't have a problem in that department." Rachel gave the Latina a bizarre smile, one that confused her.
"I didn't have a problem with that before, so I don't think adding Noah to the equation will end in negative results." Santana gave out a laugh at the sentence, thinking her and Berry might actually be able to be friends. If the girl was willing to talk about masturbation and sex after only dating Puck for a weekend, Santana couldn't wait to see how else the girl blossomed.
/*/
"What in the world are you doing?" Rachel asked the next day when she saw all the Glee kids rolling around in wheelchairs. Santana rolled her eyes, clearly irritated as she ran into a locker again.
"Schuester wants us to experience what it's like for Artie. I think it's ridiculous, but no one ever listens to me." Rachel nodded in understanding (as no one had listened to her in Glee either) and walked next to the Latina, keeping book bags from hitting her in the face. After the night of pampering, Rachel was surprised to note that her and Santana actually seemed to be on civil terms. She wouldn't stretch it and say they were friends, but the Latina wasn't going out of her way to insult her anymore. Which Rachel was thankful for.
"Well, I do understand why he's doing this. People do usually overlook the struggles others that are different have to go through, even just making it down the hallway. But I'm sorry he's making you guys actually use these things. It doesn't look like fun."
"You're telling me. And we have to have a bake sale to raise enough money to pay for the bus to Sectionals. A bake sale! Like we're in junior high! That man is seriously mentally challenged." Rachel bit her lip to keep from laughing, knowing it was rude to jock about someone's mental capabilities. But Mr. Schue did not always show the best judgment, especially if their song selections were anything to go by.
"I'll see you at lunch then. I have a free period so I'll go see if I can use the home ec kitchen. I make amazing cookies, even though I usually use egg and dietary supplements, but I can make them with the real things since I know the kitchen will not be stocked for a vegan baker."
"Girl, you do not have to do that. You're not even in Glee club anymore, why would you want to help us?"
"Well, my boyfriend is in the club, so I have to show my support for him. And you and Brit are members too, so I have to support you guys. And I love Glee club, even when most of the members don't like me, so I need to support it. I would hate for you guys to have to miss Sectionals because you couldn't come up with enough money. It's really not that big of a deal." Rachel shrugged before waving and heading towards the home ec kitchen.
Once she made it into the room with the okay from the teacher (she was thrilled a student actually wanted to use the kitchen for food purposes) Rachel began pulling out ingredients. She really did debate about running home to get her supplements, not liking the idea of using real eggs or milk. But she had to rationalize that the poor creatures had were already lost, as you could not get a baby chick out of a boxed egg, much to Brittany's confusion. And it was for the Glee club and Puck, so she could make it work. It wasn't like she had always been a vegan, so Rachel squared her shoulders and pulled the eggs and dairy products out with no more thoughts.
She was in the middle of mixing the cookie dough together to get the right consistency when Puck walked in. She lost track of what she was doing when she saw him, his black button down shirt making him even more gorgeous. He smirked at her as he made his way around the island.
"What are you doing?" Puck leaned down and nibbled on the side of her neck, really wishing she was wearing that blue tank top thing from a few weeks ago. The Cheerios uniform really covered up too much of her skin for his liking. Rachel gave a little sigh, letting Puck know that he found a good spot (he is a stud after all) and he grinned against her skin before applying more pressure. Rachel felt her eyes close as she leaned her leaned her head to the side, letting him have more access.
"I'm baking cookies for you to take to the bake sale. Oh." Rachel's eyes popped back open when he nipped behind her ear and she felt a jolt of electricity shot through her body. Puck chuckled against her skin before lifting his head, not wanting to start something he wasn't going to be able to finish. (What? It wasn't cool to have a boner at school with no way to satisfy it! He was not 13 and a stud just did not have that issue.)
"You didn't have to do that babe." Rachel smiled up at him before turning back to the bowl of dough.
"I know, as I told Santana. But I like helping you out. Plus, it's for a good cause. I can't believe that the school wouldn't pay for the bus, as that could be seen as discriminating against a handy-capable individual. Artie's parents could actually probably sue the school for such treatment, but I doubt it would help with Sectionals." Rachel shrugged as she bent down to pull out a cookie sheet. Puck couldn't resist, so he reached out and ran a hand down her ass. Rachel jerked up, not prepared for the intimate touch, but before she could reprimand him, Puck was pulling her into a kiss.
Rachel wasn't really sure how she ended up on top of the cabinet, but her brain seemed to be working only fast enough to produce "oh" and "oo", so she didn't really care. Puck and her had definitely had some heated make out sessions, especially the day before in the hallway, but she was literally a quivering mess today. The feel of him between her legs, his firm body (and she did mean firm) was making her tingle in a most delicious way. Especially when he would grind against her, causing a friction that she knew she should not be allowing. They had only been seeing each other for a few days and this behavior was absolutely inappropriate for such a short relationship, but Rachel's body didn't seem to listen the any rational thought that was able to work its way through her hazy brain.
Rachel tore herself away from his (addictive) lips when she heard the buzzer on the oven signally the oven was preheated. Puck just continued kissing down her face until he got to her neck again, where he wanted to pay due respect to the silky skin. Rachel was almost tempted to let him, but when she glanced at the clock, she was shocked to see she only had twenty-five minutes until the next period.
"Noah, we have to stop. I have to get this dough in the oven now or there's not going to be enough time for it to bake properly and cool. It has to cook for thirteen minutes and then has too cool, which could take longer than I have before class starts." Rachel said, pushing against the sold wall that was his chest. She couldn't stop herself from giving the muscles a caress, which she knew was counter-productive. But you try being pressed so close to Noah Puckerman and not feel those amazing muscles! You wouldn't last a minute!
Giving an exaggerated sigh of resignation, Puck pulled away from her. Rachel quickly hopped off the counter and dished out the dough. Thankfully (especially now) there were enough cookie sheets to bake the cookies at once in the double stacked ovens, which means she wouldn't have to do it one sheet at a time. Once down, Puck tried to get her to make out again, but she had just laughed and pointed him towards the mess on the cabinet, clearly meaning they needed to get to cleaning.
Puck groaned to himself as he picked up a rag, not believing he was actually thinking about helping cleaning. What a pansy thing to do. He would never admit that he helped out at home, which was only because he mom worked crazy hours and couldn't keep the house as clean as she would like to. He watched Berry pick up the bowl holding the flour (who knew you used flour to help shape cookies) and he couldn't resist. Reaching out slowly, he saw Rachel give him a confused look as he took a handful of the white powder in his hands. That look of confusion quickly turned to one of shock and outrage when he through the flour into her face. He couldn't stop the chuckle that seeing her face covered in white flour caused him.
Rachel could not believe Noah had just done that. She was going to reprimand him, she was wearing her uniform after all, but she raised the bowl instead. Puck's eyes widened before slamming shut just before the entire bowl was thrown onto him, coving his entire face and shoulders in flour. Opening his eyes, he was met with the giggling face of his girl. It is so on!
Ten minutes later, two very dirty teens had to once more break out of a (hot) kiss when the timer went off on the stove again. Puck was tempted to just let the cookies burn, but he knew Rachel had put a lot of work into them. He helped her remove the cookies from the hot sheets and place on cooling racks before he pulled her back into his arms, wanting to get back to the important stuff. But he was stopped when the home ec teacher came into the room, demanding to know what was going on. Rachel looked like a deer in headlights, and Puck knew she wasn't used to getting into trouble, so he took the heat. Hey, if taking the heat for his girl warned him points, than that was total badass!
Puck stayed behind to get chewed out by the teacher, getting an amazed and grateful look from Rachel before she streaked out of the room, needing to see the supply office for a new uniform before next class. Puck didn't mind really, and after promising that he would not come back into the kitchen without authorized supervision (yeah, ok, like he would ever come back into the kitchen period) the teacher marched off, demanding he clean the room up. He found he was actually in a pleased mood as he cleaned up the mess, even placing the cooled cookies in the containers Berry had left on the cabinet.
If anyone gave him weird looks when he walked (sauntered) down the hallway with two plastic containers of cookies, he ignored them. He also didn't acknowledge that the whispers and stares might also have to do with the fact that he was covered in several different baking ingredients. Whatever, he was a total stud and could rock the look. Plus, he got an extremely hot make out session out of it, so he didn't see a problem. Besides, it's not like anyone had the guts to say anything to him. His role in Glee had not diminished the power of his fits, which he took great strives to ensure never happened.
Walking into the Spanish class, he was pleased to note that he was actually interrupting Mr. Schuester. The man's eyes, along with everyone else's, got wide as he took in Puck.
"Puck, what in the world happened?" Mr. Schuester dropped his marker onto the tray in front of the white board, moving towards the young man in shock. Puck rolled his shoulders and gave him a…well it looked like a shit-eating smirk if Will was honest.
"Nothing much teach. Berry and I just got into a little food battle. It was totally hot." Puck knew he should be saying this, especially not to a teacher, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted everyone to know how sexy Rachel was and how fun she could actually be. Because, really, a boring person did not engage in food fights.
"Rachel Berry? You got her to get into a food fight? Puck, that was very irresponsible of the both of you." Puck rolled his eyes at the man. Seriously, he was a total buzz kill.
"Whatever, here are the cookies she made. She had to go get a new uniform cuz she's covered." Puck smirked again before sauntering back out of the class, to a speechless Mr. Schuester, and made his way outside, wanting to drive home and shower and change before lunch. He ignored the small (very small) voice in his head that mentioned he was once more missing his first two classes and that he would have a hard time passing. Who wanted to go to class, especially before noon? It was just plain stupid to Puck.
/*/
After a very unsuccessful lunch sale, and a wig out from both Finn and Quinn, Puck was desperate to make some money. Rachel's cookies had sold, but that only meant that they had about fifty dollars, which was nowhere what they needed. He was actually more concerned for Artie than Quinn (surprisingly), but he figured that since she wasn't going to let him get involved at all with his child, he would just have to wait until it was born to do anything. If she wanted to be a total bitch about everything, than she could keep up her damn secret and make Finn be the responsible one. It was not skin off his back. The only problem with this thought was that he did want to take care of her, since that meant he would be taking care of his baby; but Puck had to fight that down once more.
If Quinn didn't want his help, than Puck was going to focus on helping someone who actually deserved it. Artie was really kinda awesome, especially when they would have jam sessions before Glee class. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. So with the thought of Artie being left behind, Puck found himself in front of one of the creepiest guys (like ever) to buy some medical grade pot. He knew Rachel would not approve, but as long as she didn't find out, he didn't see a problem. It did suck, however, that he had to do the baking at home, since he couldn't use the home ec room, and Eli actually thought she was getting cupcakes. This meant he had to make two versions, one for the fam and one for school. Being the Puckerone was not always an easy job.
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Puck grinned to himself as he watched the line reform in front of the table. He had been up for most of the night, since he was going to have to bake hundreds of cupcakes to make the right amount of money, and he was exhausted. He had even forgotten to warn Rachel not to give the five she had bought to her dads, knowing the male Berries would not be as easily fooled as the rest of the school was.
What he didn't expect was for Rachel to actually give into her curiosity, since everyone seemed enthralled with the cupcakes, and eat one. By the time she even thought about the fact that they weren't vegan, Rachel found she had already eaten all five of them. She couldn't even remember doing that, nor could she really feel the way her stomach tightened at all the sugar. All she could think about was Noah and how hot he was. After 'taking care' of herself in the bathroom, she was shocked to realize that she was even more turned on.
She ended up straddling Noah (in the middle of the cafeteria!) and gluing her lips to his. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and her self-indulgence had only fueled the flames. Puck was shocked at her behavior, but he wasn't going to stop her. She was wiggling around on his lap in the best way possible and her mouth was devouring his. He only pulled away when he felt his chair get kicked. Looking up, he saw the wide eyes of Kurt and Mercedes, which caused him to become aware of just where they were.
"Baby, we need to take this some place more private." Noah whispered, moving to set her on the ground. The sound she made at the loss of contact when straight to his cock and he quickly shoved his chair out of the way, grabbing her hand and making a dash out of the cafeteria. Kurt and Mercedes watched in astonishment as they saw Rachel wrap her body once more around the football player's as the doors closed. They had never thought Rachel could be so…raunchy.
Puck pushed Rachel into a supply closet, wedging something (it was dark, he didn't know what it was) against the door before reattaching his lips to hers. He wasn't sure how long they actually made out, but soon Rachel was pushing him away to pull his shirt over his head. He hated to admit it, but Puck actually heard the warning bells going off in his head, which made him pull back. Reaching over to the wall, Puck flipped on the light so he could actually see the panting girl, who was trying to remove her top.
"Rachel, what are you doing? I thought you weren't ready for this?" Puck couldn't actually believe he was doing this. What kind of stud stops a willing girl from having their way with him? But something didn't seem right, and Noah was not the type of guy to take advantage of girls, no matter what they might say afterwards.
"Oh Noah, you're so…yummy. Can you help me, I can't get this off. I'm so hot! Are you hot? Of course you are! You're like sex on legs! God I'm so hot." Puck felt his ego, and his cock, swell at her words, but he still felt like something was off. He pulled her against him so that she had to stop her attempts to disrobe so he could look into her eyes. They were bloodshot and her pupils dilated. She's fucking high!
"Rachel, did you eat those cupcakes?" When she nodded, Puck felt himself groan. He should have known that someone with no resistance to the drug, and then eating FIVE of the cupcakes, would definitely fuck someone up. He had not thought that far ahead, but even if he had, he would never have guessed Rachel would eat the treats. They weren't vegan after all.
"Listen to me baby; you're having…a bad reaction to the cupcakes. It must be the eggs or dairy or something. I'm going to take you home, ok? I don't think you should go to classes today." Rachel hummed against him, her hands working themselves out from being trapped between their bodies and ran them down his back, trying to memorize the shapes of the muscles. Puck had to push her away before he said the fuck with it and took her against the supply shelf. That was not the way Rachel Berry deserved to be treated, especially not when she was in an impaired state of mind.
Puck was finally able to get her into his truck after several pit stops for making out and groping (he couldn't help himself) and he took her home. Rachel seemed fascinated with his body (who wouldn't be, he was a sexy beast), but the constant touching was making it difficult to concentrate on the road. Especially when she slithered over to him and reached down, squeezing his cock through the denim of his jeans. He seriously almost wrecked from jerking so hard.
"Thank god." Puck whispered as he pulled up to her house. He quickly moved out of the cab before she could grab him again and moved over to her side, helping her out. Rachel gave him a beaming smile at his manners and clung to his side as they made their way up to her front door. It took her ages to find her keys, but finally they were in the house. Although, now that they were here, Puck wasn't sure what to do with her. A high from baked goods took longer to set in, but it also took longer to wear off. Food, food will help ease it.
With that thought, Puck moved towards the kitchen. He was not very surprised when she followed him, since she seemed to be obsessed with getting him naked. He really wished it was a fully sober, clear headed Rachel that wanted to tear his clothes off, because he would be all over that. He pulled upon the door to the fringe and almost groaned when he saw a shit tone of fruit and vegetables. Who could live off that shit? He had almost given up hope on finding anything good when he spotted the pizza in the freezer. He didn't even care that it had VEGAN in big letters on the box, anything was better than grapes and celery.
Turning to show Rachel what he was going to cook, he forgot to breath at the sight of Rachel, in only her bra and panties, sitting on the counter of the island. She smiled at him in the most seductive way before running her hand down her body, moaning when her fingers tweaked her nipple before continuing their journey. This is literally hell! I have died and gone to hell! How am I supposed to not bang her when she's doing that? The pizza box slipped from his fingers when Rachel rubbed herself through her panties, moaning again and arching her back.
Moving quickly, before his cock got the better of him, Puck grabbed her and through her over his shoulder. It took more willpower than he knew he even possessed not to caress her amazing ass, but he hurried up the stairs to her room. Rachel kept wiggling, rubbing herself on his shoulder, trying to generate friction while she groped at his back and behind. When he finally reached her room, Puck almost threw the horny girl inside before locking and slamming the door shut. He only hoped that she was too far gone to realize that she could simply flip the switch to get out.
Moving over to the guest bathroom, Puck had to jerk off before he blew in his pants, which was not badass at all. He kept remembering the feel of her grabbing his cock and the sight of her on the counter, touching herself. Puck moaned as his strokes got faster, his mind building off the actual scene until Rachel was naked and open and masturbating in front of him. For him. Puck came with a groan, catching his spendings in some toilet paper before he washed his hands and made his way back down stairs. He tried to ignore the moaning he heard from behind her door, but his cock was already getting hard again at the thought that she was actually getting herself off.
That girl is either going to kill me from sexual frustration, or from her fathers finding an extremely horny teen male in their house. Puck shuddered at the thought of what they would do, especially Leroy, if they found the two of them in their present states of arousal. He just hoped that Berry's high wore off before they were due home. Pulling out his phone, Puck texted Matt to let him know where he was and to tell them sorry for missing Glee and football.
With that taken care of, Puck made his way back into the kitchen to make the pizza and watch some TV. There was no way he was going back upstairs until Rachel had calmed down, because he doubted he would be able to control himself.
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Few Hours Later
Rachel slowly made her way out of her room, completely mortified with her behavior. She didn't know what was wrong with her, just that she had to have Noah as soon as possible. Her entire body had been in flames and the need inside her core had over ridden all her mental capabilities. When he had locked her in her own room, Rachel had had to take matters into her own hands (pun intended). She was shocked that she had not only done that several times, but that each one was extremely intense. She had never orgasmed so hard before and Rachel didn't know if she should be embarrassed at her behavior to thankful for whatever made her act that way.
She quietly made her way downstairs, not wanting to alert anyone to her presence. She wasn't sure if her dads were home or if Noah was still there, so she tried to stay as quiet as possible. When she saw her uniform folded at the bottom of the stairs, Rachel almost ran back to her room in mortification. She remembered stripping in the kitchen and…giving Noah a show. What the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like a whore!
The sounds of the TV caught her attention and she made her way into the living room, a small smile spreading across her lips at the sight of Noah stretched out on the couch, the remote dangling loosely from his hand.
She grabbed the throw blanket off the other couch and covered him, before collecting his plate and glass and going into the kitchen. She did not look at the counter of her shame as she washed the dishes and made herself a fruit salad. Once done, Rachel grabbed her book bag and sat at the dining room table, preparing to do some homework while she ate. She would let Noah sleep for a while longer before sending him home, knowing her dads would be home in a couple of hours. She did not want to draw any more attention to her indecent behavior, and having a boy at home when her fathers got home was definitely drawing attention.
Once she finally got the teen to wake up, he assured her that she was fine and had just had a strong reaction from the cupcakes. She was too embarrassed to ask any further questions, so she just thanked him for taking care of him and kissed him goodbye. Rachel never would have believed that Noah could be such a gentleman, and she was pleasantly surprised with how well he had kept his hands to himself. She knew that her behavior, or groping, had made it very hard on him not to take her up on her offer. But the fact that he kept her away from him proved that he did care for her as more than just a booty call, which made Rachel extremely happy. She hummed to herself as she finished her homework before picking up the house and then going upstairs. After her day, she was exhausted and was asleep when her head hit the pillow.
Song: Katy Perry- "Cold N Hot"
I hope you guys liked this chapter. It really got out of hand, but I couldn't really separate it. Please let me know what you all think! Any and all feedback is welcome and makes me happy!