Hey guys! I know the last chapter was really sad, but we're going to be moving on. It'll be kinda slow in the beginning, but things will get better, I promise! And I forgot to respond to reviews for chapter four, so those responses (as well as for chapter five) are below:
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Mikachu: Thanks for the review! I know Rachel's behavior was a little extreme ( ) but I figured for a 100 pound girl, five hash cupcakes would mess her up. Lol it was really funny to write. And I loved putting Quinn and Schue in their place! Damn people get on my nerves sometimes! Lol
Shay: Thanks for the review girlie! And thanks for recommending me to your sis! That's awesome! Lol I love gentleman Puck (Noah). I don't know how much longer I can keep the two of them from ripping their clothes off, but we'll see how it goes. Although, why I would want to keep them clothed is a mystery.
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Chapter 5:
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Shay: Thanks for another review! You make my day! And yes, this chapter will be longer! I just couldn't write anymore for chapter 5, it was too sad. Having personal experience with such a tragedy made it very difficult to write. But I'm glad you liked the chapter. I was afraid it would be too sad. Hope you like this next chapter! I look forward to reading what you have to say about it!
So I forgot on key thing that happened: Quinn was kicked off the Cheerios in "Mash-Up" on the show. I forgot about this, so for my story, she is still on the squad.
Okay, so here's the next chapter! And please remember, if you have any questions or recommendations, please feel free to leave them in a review or PM me and I will definitely respond! Hope you guys like it! And REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Glee or the songs chosen for this chapter.
Chapter 6: A Week of Change
After Temple on Sunday, Rachel found herself once more in the Puckerman home. She had brought her portable keyboard with her, hoping to work with Puck on his singing. She knew it was probably the last thing he wanted to do, but Rachel didn't know what else she could do to try and ease the painful thoughts from his mind.
Taking a deep breath, Rachel rang the doorbell, hoping that he was actually home, since she hadn't warned him she was coming. But after the heartbroken expression on his face during Temple, Rachel didn't think he would have gone out, at least not that early in the afternoon. When Leah opened to the door, Rachel was met with a relieved smile.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Puckerman. I was hoping Noah was here."
"How many times have I told you to call me Leah? And he's upstairs. You can go on up dear." Rachel smiled at the older woman before making her way up the rickety stairs, trying to keep the bagged keyboard from hitting the walls. She paused on the climb up, smiling to herself when she saw the family pictures decorating the stairwell. Noah was such a cute little boy. Better keep that to yourself thought, you know how he feels about being called 'cute'.
Knocking on his closed door, Rachel waited until she heard the signal to enter. She wasn't very surprised to see that his room was not in the best of conditions, as there were clothes strewn around the room, as well as some dirty dishes teetering on the available surfaces. Puck looked up, expecting his mother had come back upstairs to tell him to clean his room. He was surprised to find Rachel standing just inside his doorway, an uncertain look on her face.
"Hey babe. What are you doing here?" Puck asked as he paused the game and took his headset off.
"Well, I didn't know if maybe you wanted to work on your singing. I really think you could get the high B if you wanted to try. If not, I can go. I know I didn't tell you I was coming over, but I didn't know if you'd want to be alone. Although, I guess I should have called, because being alone might just be what you want. I'm going to go." Puck quickly moved over to the rambling girl, pulling her into the room fully and closing the door behind him. Rachel looked up at him in uncertainty, so he wrapped her in his arms, which was a little uncomfortable since she still had the keyboard slung over her shoulder.
"Thanks for coming over." The words were spoken in a whisper against her ear, causing Rachel to relax into his arms before she hugged him back. Puck would never admit aloud if he was in pain (at least not outside of her bedroom) so Rachel knew he meant the words.
"You're welcome Noah. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what." Puck squeezed her a little tighter before releasing her. He gave her a small, sad smile before he went back over to his bed, where his game controller and headset sat. Picking up the headpiece, Rachel heard him mumble into it before he shut the game down.
"So what'd you have in mind?" Puck asked as he set the two items back on top of his Xbox. When he turned back to look at her, Rachel was already unzipping the case and pulling the keyboard out. He felt the smallest bit of guilt at the mess in his room, as Rachel was kneeling next to his bed, which he knew had a couple of dirty clothes next to it. But he shrugged the feeling off, because seriously, he was a dude and a badass, which does not equal clean freak.
"I've brought a couple of options, all of which have the elusive high B. So you can pick whichever you like, and I'll play the music. Can I use this chair?" Rachel asked, pulling the desk chair out with a questioning look. When he nodded, Rachel rolled it over to the keyboard, which luckily had extendable legs, so she wouldn't have to try and play while sitting on the floor or the bed.
Don't even think about Noah's bed! Don't think about him in the bed…naked…Rachel! Puck was a little confused as to why she suddenly started blushing, but he figured being alone in his room with him (a total stud) was making her flustered. Rachel seemed to get control of herself (too fast for his liking) and she passed him the folder and slid behind the keyboard, her copies of the sheet music in her own folder.
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"Shh Eli, they'll hear you." Leah whispered to her daughter, her ear placed firmly against the solid wood door leading into her son's room. It's not that she didn't trust Rachel and Noah to be in the same room without getting naked, but she was having a hard time thinking they were actually working. She loved her son, despite the many times he got into trouble, but she wasn't naive enough to think he was innocent (in anything). So she was spying (it was a mother's job), trying to figure out just what was going on in the room.
When the two actually heard the silky voice of Noah Puckerman begin singing, and then the quieter comments from his girlfriend, they were both shocked. Eli seemed to find the entire incident hysterical, and despite Leah's orders, the girl could not stop laughing. She just couldn't believe that her brother was actually being a…well a gentleman when he had a girl in his room. Eli had walked in on him and other girls too many times to have ever thought he was capable of such behavior.
"We can hear you, you know!" Puck yelled at the door, causing Eli to start laughing again. Leah had to bit her lip to keep from laughing with her daughter, especially at the irritated tone of his voice. Noah was too easy to get worked up sometimes. She decided they were not going to get into any trouble for the time being and pulled Eli into her room, needing to get ready for work anyways.
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The rest of the night had been just as slow, with Rachel and Puck working on a few songs at a time before they quit to cuddle. While there was no hot, heavy kissing, Rachel found that she loved being wrapped in his arms, his fingers playing with her hair. The mood was somber, yet loving, and Rachel just wanted to spend as long as she could in his arms.
Unfortunately, Sunday was family dinner night at the Berry's and Rachel had to go, leaving Puck to babysit his sister by himself. And after two hours of nonstop questioning from the ten year old, Puck was ready for bed. Without Rachel there, all he could seem to think about was Quinn and the lost baby, which put him in a foul mood. After tucking Eli into bed, Puck locked himself back into his room, grabbing his guitar.
As he strummed, Puck felt all the pain and hurt and bitterness pouring out of his fingers and into the guitar, the resulting melody so filled with longing and sadness that Puck had to quit after a few minutes. Deciding he really didn't want to think about it anymore, he grabbed his game controller again and spent the rest of the night trying to kill as many enemies as possible. It wasn't fight club, or Rachel's embrace, but Puck felt a little better when he finally crawled into bed.
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(Monday of "Ballads" Week)
The lunch table was unusually quiet that day, with Rachel and Puck lost in their own world. Santana and Brittany didn't know what was the issue, but they kept their voices down as they talked to the boys (Mike and Matt), trying to not to intrude. Usually, Santana would be the first to call them out, but the drawn expressions on their faces made her pause. While she hadn't known (or liked) Berry for very long, she had been familiar with Puck for years, so she could tell that something was wrong.
She was shocked out of her thoughts of what could possibly have caused the 'Puckasaurus" to be so indrawn, when Quinn and Finn silently sat down in front of the two. Santana waited, expecting the two girls to get into a fight, but they simply shared a look before turning their eyes back down to their untouched food. Something is fucking wrong when those two don't start fighting. Hell must be freezing over!
Rachel simply ignored the questioning looks Santana kept sending her, instead leaning her head on Puck's shoulder and squeezing the hand clasped in hers under the table. She tried not to look at Finn, knowing that she wasn't always able to keep her mouth from spewing word vomit. While she thought it was wrong for Puck and Quinn to keep lying to the boy, she knew that the truth would just hurt him even more. And Rachel did not want to see her friend hurt any more than he already was, so she kept her mouth glued closed and her eyes turned away from him so she wouldn't be tempted to tell. She smiled a little when he laid his head on hers, his eyes unfocused as he thought about how much that weekend had changed his life.
Puck was torn between being relieved about not having to be a dad so young, and the crimpling pain of knowing he would never know his little girl. When he did refocus, he could see the same struggle playing out in both Quinn and Finn.
Finn didn't know why Puck looked so sad, since he wasn't the one who had lost a baby, but he guessed he was hurting because his best friend was. He's a true friend when he can share my pain. I'm so glad I have such awesome friends, even when I'm still angry about him dating Rachel. He's my best friend, but I think she could do way better than Puckerman. How does she go from liking me to being with him? I'm so confused.
Quinn kept her eyes on her plate, her hands hidden under the table as they kept pressing against her empty stomach, still unable to fully believe it was really all over. She had been having night terrors about being a mother, about getting fat, of losing everything. Yet, she felt hollow, as if a central piece of her being had been torn away. Quinn hadn't thought she had really developed any feelings for the baby, but after finding out the sex, there seemed to be a closer connection than there had been. She guessed that losing her, right when she started wanting her, was both Quinn's and Puck's punishment for betraying Finn.
Or maybe Berry's right and He does have a purpose. He's not a cruel God, so it wouldn't make sense for him to punish us further. I just wished there was a way for me to know so I could move past this. Quinn kept her thoughts to herself, not knowing what she really believed. She couldn't decide if losing the baby was a blessing or a penance, so she just kept her lips sealed.
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Will Schuester stared after the crying Cheerio, not understanding what had upset Quinn to such a degree. Usually Rachel was the only one to rush out of a practice, and since the brunette wasn't there anymore, Mr. Schue was shocked. When Finn rushed after her, he figured it had something to do with the baby and tried not to get irritated at the couple for not keeping their personal lives to themselves.
Deciding to push a head, Mr. Schue handed out the pieces of paper for them to write their names on. After the partners had been assigned for the remaining eight students (Matt was out sick), he explained what a ballad was and gave them an example. He felt discourage at their lack luster reception of his lesson, but if they wanted to win at Sectionals, they had to have a ballad. Hopefully Quinn and Finn would pull through whatever their current issue was and be able to do a duet.
Will was about to pack up his sheet music when he saw Puck hanging behind, waiting for the room to empty. He was shocked when the troublemaker quietly explained about Quinn's miscarriage and suggested the couple be excused from the assignment. Although Will thought it would be a good idea to get their emotions off their chests through song, he agreed, knowing everyone grieved in their own way. He couldn't even imagine the pain they must be in; he was just thankful that Terri's pregnancy seemed to be progressing nicely with no issues.
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Rachel groaned as she fell onto her bed, her entire body aching. She was beginning to hate Mondays, as she had dance class before World History, and then after Cheerios practice; this meant that her body was on fire from the constant exercising.
While she prided herself on being in amazing shape, and working hard to keep such a figure, Rachel had to admit she was not prepared for the rigors of cheerleading training, and then dance. If her body didn't build up the proper endurance soon, Rachel wasn't sure how she was going to keep up her schedule. She might have to stop going to the second dance class, as it was something she paid for and not an actual school course, like her first one was.
Lifting her head when her phone beeped, signaling a text message, Rachel slowly rolled over until she could reach her bag on the floor. She pulled the sparkling phone out of its pocket, sighing happily when she saw Puck's name on the screen. She felt bad about not being able to hang out with him after school, but she had missed dance class on Saturday and needed to make up for it. Flipping open the phone, Rachel rolled her eyes at the message before responding.
*R u bck fm dance yet? Fight club was cancelled, so I don't have any/g to do. So…w/ r u wearing?*
*Yes I am back from dance Noah. I'm sorry you couldn't go to your club, even though I find it very barbaric and a waste of your time. And I am not telling you what I am wearing you pervert. And would it kill you to type actual sentences, with fully spelled words?*
*I luv when u tlk dirty babe.*
*You are incorrigible!*
*Thks babe. So w/ r u wearing?*
Rachel rolled her eyes at his texts, knowing that he wasn't willing to say he actually missed her and simply wanted to talk to her. Everything had to be about sex, or else he wouldn't be the 'stud' he claimed to be.
*You're impossible Noah. I'm going to get in the shower now, as Cheerios and dance has made me very sweaty.*
*Oh you TEASE! That's not fair!*
*Haha, but it made you type complete words. Have fun Noah, I'm going to go scrub down.* Rachel bit her lip, knowing she was playing with fire. But she couldn't seem to stop herself. The last few days had been an emotional rollercoaster, and she welcomed the little glimpse of the old Puck, even if only for a few moments. She had missed the teasing and bantering, and Rachel really hoped that they would be able to both move past this past weekend.
*U're evil woman! Do u know how hard I am now, think/g bout u naked and wet?*
*Sorry baby, but I guess you'll just have to 'handle' that yourself. I do apologize, I did not mean to let our conversation get you so…worked up. Good night Noah.*
*U really r evil!*
*Haha*
*Gd night Rach*
*Good night Noah*
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(Tuesday)
"I found you a ballad that I think expresses how you're feeling." Rachel said as she walked into the choir room, Puck sitting in a chair while he waited for her.He really didn't want to do this week's assignment, but the pleased look on her face made him hold his tongue. While he was nowhere near fully recovered, having Rachel around to ease the hurt was doing wonders. Shut up, he was still totally badass! He was just having a…set back.
"Sure babe, what'd you have in mind?" Puck got up to walk over to her as she pulled out the iPod docking station from her bag. How she managed to carry around all her school books and that, he wasn't sure. It was like the Marry Poppins of back packs.
"I know it's not usually your style, but I think the lyrics really touch on what you've been going through." Rachel said as she handed him the sheet music. Puck glanced down at the song title, groaning a little. Rachel just rolled her eyes at him and motioned for him to get into the standard position next to the piano before she hit the play button. As the music started to fill the room, the two missed the appearance of Mr. Schuester, Kurt, and Mercedes (who had wanted to run a ballad by him).
(Puck, Both, Rachel)
"I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then
And just let 'em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again
I pretend I'm ok, but that's not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was trying to do
It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you every where I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder
Gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret, but I know
If I could do it over
I would trade, give away, show the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
Uhh hey yeaaaaaaaaah!
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
Ohh ohh!"
The two trailed off as the music ended, their voices fading from the choir room as they stared at each other. During the song, instead of walking around the piano (so annoying), they had simply gotten closer and closer, until Rachel's hands were splayed across Puck's chest and his were resting on her hips.
Puck felt so unbadass when he felt the sting of tears, but he would not allow those to fall. It was one thing when he was in the privacy of Rachel's bedroom, but he was not going to break down like a girl in the middle of the choir room. So way! Even though his heart still felt bruised (he would never say that aloud, like ever), he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He was Puckzilla and he would act like it.
Rachel gave him a small smile before she pulled his head down to hers, sealing their lips in a kiss. While the last few days had been comforting, this kiss had some heat to it. She wanted to get them past the pain, and with the previous night's texts in mind, Rachel wanted to show Puck that they still had chemistry. They had heat. She grinned against his lips when she felt his grip tighten on her hips before he pulled her flush against him, letting her know how much he appreciated her help and attention.
Pulling away, Puck rested his forehead against hers for a moment before lightly kissing her nose. Rachel giggled at the kiss, not really expecting such a…endearing action. The two separated as Rachel gathered up her stuff and Puck slung his letterman jacket and bag over his shoulders. Grabbing her small hand in his, Puck brought it up to his lips and kissed it as they walked out the door, headed to third period.
Moving into the choir room from Mr. Schue's "Glee" office, the three observers watched as the couple departed. They had never expected to see such a different side to the "badass" of McKinley.
"I never thought I'd see the day when Noah Puckerman could portray anything other than anger and contempt." Mr. Schue mumbled, more to himself than the two students.
"I'm usually the last one on the Rachel Berry train, but they sounded amazing together. I really think we need to try and get her back in the club. I mean, Sectionals is in a few weeks and I don't see how we're going to win without her." Mercedes said, not believing the words were coming from her mouth. She didn't hate Rachel, but she didn't exactly like her either. Especially since the smaller girl was always getting solos or throwing tantrums, which did not endear her to the others.
"I think you're right Mercedes. Even if she doesn't get a solo for the ballad, her voice in background would already give us an edge. And it would certainly solve our problem with the duet. I love Quinn and all, but her voice is nowhere near as strong as Rachel's." Kurt said, frowning at the truth in his words.
"Rachel's made it clear to me that she doesn't want to be a part of the club. She doesn't feel welcome in here, especially not with everyone always making it clear that she's not wanted." Mr. Schue said, rubbing at his temples to stave off a headache. The issues with Glee had been causing him no shortage of problems inside and outside of school.
"Maybe we can get Puck to convince her to rejoin. I mean, she's dating him and all. And she's friends with Santana and Brittany now too. So maybe they can band together and talk her into rejoining. I hate to admit that we need her this bad, but I really want to win." Mercedes said, trying to come up with a plan to get the diva back into the group. She would even be nicer to the girl if it meant she would come back.
"Well, you guys are free to try. I'm going to focus on getting a set list prepared." Mr. Schuester said, leaving the two to talk amongst themselves. They completely forgot about the reason they had wished to speak with him in the first place, too overwhelmed with trying to develop a plan.
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"You're off the Cheerios." Quinn reeled back as if the woman had hit her, not believing Sue would actually kick her off the squad; and in the hallway in front of people.
"Please Coach, please don't kick me off." Quinn hated that her voice shook, but she couldn't even imagine loosing something else.
"Sorry Q, but I can't have a pregnant girl on my squad. It's bad for the image." Sue went to push past the stunned girl, but she was surprised when she felt the firm hand grab onto her arm.
"Please Ms. Sylvester, I can't lose cheerleading too. I've already lost everything else!"
"How do you expect to do a double back hand spring with your stomach getting in the way? I want your uniforms on my desk by the end of the day."
"But I'm not pregnant anymore!" Quinn's voice was shrill and loud, drawing the attention of everyone around her. She hated that tears wear beginning to stream down her face, but Ms. Sylvester could not take cheerleading away. She just couldn't! Sue turned back to look at her, a momentary look of sympathy flashing across her face before it was gone.
"Finally took care of the problem did you?" Quinn shook her head violently, her hands wrapped around herself as if she could keep herself from falling apart.
"N-no Coach. I…I l-lost her." Her voice cracked as the tears surged faster, the feeling of loss surging back to the forefront. Sue seemed to be battling with herself, as she did in fact like Quinn Fabray. Instead of answering, Sue simply turned around and marched off, not sure whether she had actually kicked Quinn off the squad or not. Hating the feeling of confusion, Sue headed towards the William's office, wanting to get some digs in to make her feel better.
Quinn just watched her, not sure what had just happened. She didn't know if Sue's silence meant she was off the squad, or if she wasn't. Deciding to just keep her uniform on until Sue said something else, Quinn quickly moved to a wash room, needing to redo her makeup and get control of herself. She ignored the stares and whispers, knowing that the school would know about her miscarriage before the end of third period; but Quinn didn't really care anymore. There was nothing she could do about it, and she just needed to focus on getting past the stabbing pain in her heart so that she could move on with her life.
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"So how was your day Brittany?" Rachel asked as she pulled out her chemistry notes, setting them on Brittany's bed before climbing up next to the girl. Santana had a 'date' with Matt, leaving the two girls alone for the after practice hangout.
"You know, the same. Lots of stuff I don't understand and then making Quinn feel better when the news broke about her miscarriage. Did you know about that before we did? San and I weren't sure why Fuinn was sitting at the table today." Brittany said as she fluttered around the room, seeming to have too much energy to sit down.
"I'm sure given a little help, you'll be doing great in your classes. Teachers, though trained, do not always know the best way to present information in a way for students to understand." Rachel said, trying to avoid talking about 'Fuinn', as she didn't think it was her place. There was enough gossip spread around about her that she didn't want to be the one spreading more rumors.
"Hmm…so did you know?" Brittany asked, turning to stare at Rachel. The smaller girl squirmed on the bed, not used to being the focus of Brittany's blue, laser like gaze. The girl was usually so unfocused to the world around her that Rachel wasn't prepared for the power and magnetism of her stare.
"Um…I might have found out about it this weekend. But I didn't expect the entire school to find out so quickly. Although, I should have known better since a secret is impossible to keep secret in our school. I would swear that the walls are bugged, because how some people find out about certain things is beyond me." Brittany gave her a mischievous smile before sitting down next to her.
"You mean like the sad, yet romantic duet you sang with Puck today? Or that the two of you were seen doing some heavy petting in the parking lot after practice?" Rachel's face reddened before she stuffed her nose in her notebook, refusing to acknowledge the validity of Brittany's questions.
"So anyways, I figured we'd work on our chemistry homework. The subject isn't actually that hard, unlike what everyone would have you believe. It is very similar to math, plugging in different variables to get an end result." Rachel said, pointing out such an equation. Brittany merely hummed in response, knowing she needed to get to the point before she forgot. Reaching slowly behind her pillow, Brittany got Rachel to explain something about phosphates or something as she clicked the record button on the machine hidden by her pillow.
"So Ray, I was wondering if you ever wanted to come back to Glee? We really miss you and the club is boring when you're not there." Brittany said, trying to get the questions out before she forgot. The other Glee kids had talked her into getting answers out of her, since she was Rachel's only 'close' friend that wasn't Puck. Rachel looked up from her notes, giving Brittany a confused look at the change in conversation.
"I would love to go back Brit. I love Glee and performing and being a part of something great. But I'm tired of always being torn down for being good. It's not my fault that I have more talent than some of the other members, and I hate being ripped apart for wanting solos when I know I'm the only one that can do them justice. And, ok, so that's very selfish and arrogant of me, but I've been training my entire life for Broadway. Others have only ever sung in their showers or some other trivial place; while I've had years of training for both vocals and dance. Is it fair for others to demand I slink to the back just so they can get a solo, when I've had more training then everyone in the club combined?"
"No, I guess not. People don't really give you a chance. Like, I never knew you were so nice and willing to help others because it always seemed like you just wanted the spotlight." Brittany said, shrugging her shoulders to show Rachel she didn't really understand.
"I do want the spotlight. It's like…I need applause to live. But people don't realize that I would step back from a solo, if the person replacing me was as dedicated and as well trained. Why would you want a lackluster performance when you could have an amazing one? Most of the members would be able to pull off such a performance if they would only practice more; but it seems like no one wants to spend extra time outside of Glee to perfect their craft."
"So if everyone promised to work harder, you would come back?" Brittany's voice showed her excitement as she thought she finally convinced Rachel to rejoin. Her excitement was quickly replaced with sadness, however, when Rachel responded.
"No Brit, I'm sorry. While you and Santana seem to want to be my friends, and I'm still confused as to Santana's reasoning, the others have shown no sign of wanting me to return. I know you guys need me, but that's not enough for me. Like I told Mr. Schue, I want to be wanted, to be considered a friend. I'm tired of always having to deflect insults or backhanded compliments. I'm sure everyone thinks their hurtful words just roll right off me, since I've always been picked on, but to be honest, their words still hurt. I'm a human, just like they are, and when they say mean things meant to hurt me, they succeed. I would never tell them that being called manhands hurt my feelings, but it does." Rachel trailed off, her shoulders slumping as she thought about all the bullying she had put up with when she was a part of the club.
"But we don't think that about you anymore! And even if some, like Kurt and Mercedes, don't really like you, we all respect your talent! And they're just jealous because they can't hit the notes you can Ray. I'm sure the two of them would be willing to be nice to you if you came back."
"Maybe, maybe not. Tell you what Brit, I'll think about it, as long as you promise to let me help you with the chemistry homework. I know you can get it, you just need a little help to get started." Brit nodded quickly, overjoyed that she had gotten Rachel to consider coming back. Everyone is going to be so happy! Yay me!
The two spent the next hour going over the chemistry notes, Brittany taking a minute to turn the recorder off while Rachel was distracted. By the end of their study time, Brittany was amazed to realize that she had in fact completed her chemistry homework. I guess there really is a first time for everything. Rachel left soon after that, needing to get her other homework done before going to bed. Once the girl was gone, Brittany pulled the recorder out from behind her pillow and placed it in her school bag, knowing the gleeks would want to hear it the next day.
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(Wednesday)
Rachel was just about to climb into her vehicle to head to school when Puck's truck pulled into her driveway. Surprised by both his appearance and the fact that he was actually awake so early, Rachel stepped back from her car and waited for him to stop before she approached. Puck jumped out of the cab, a smirk firmly in place. Even though it was a very chilly day, he had to love Sue Sylvester's demand the girls wear skirts year round, as Rachel's legs looked fantastic, especially since she no longer wore knee socks (what? He was a dude and noticed these things. It was not a pussy thing).
"Good morning Noah. Why are you here? Not that I'm not pleased to see you, because I'm absolutely delighted. But I didn't think you made a habit of rising so early in the morning." Rachel asked as he sauntered the few feet separating them. Puck didn't answer her, instead he pulled her flush against him and devoured her mouth. Rachel could only moan and wrap her arms around his shoulders, every coherent thought evaporating from her mind.
Puck slowly pulled away, relishing the sound of loss the came from Rachel's throat. He rested his forehead against hers, staring into her glazed eyes before stepping back.
"I thought I'd drive you to school today. Save some gas, and I know how concerned you are about the planet and the ozone layer or something." Rachel just continued to stare at him, a little pleased smile curling her lips, causing Puck to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"That is so thoughtful Noah! Although I think we should take my car, as it is eco-friendly. It is a little small, but I'm sure we could push the seat back and your legs would have plenty of room." Rachel said, pointing to the light pink vehicle. Puck had to keep from cringing at the thought of rolling into school in a pink, girl sized car.
"Actually, I think my truck will do perfectly. Since it's so early, I thought we could…spend some quality time together." He smirked fully when the blush spread across Rachel's face and her eyes glazed over again. She simply nodded, obviously lost in thought about what they could get up to. She grabbed her bag from her passenger seat and followed him over to his truck, where he thankfully helped her into the high vehicle.
The entire drive to school (it was only like 10 minutes) was filled with an electricity that Rachel had never felt before. It was like she was buzzing with anticipation, her entire body alive with knowledge and longing for what Puck had been suggesting. She had to keep herself from staring at him, or lunging across the cab; instead she kept her gaze glued to the window, not seeing anything that passed by. Puck just kept smirking to himself, loving the affect a mere suggestive comment could have on her.
When they (finally!) pulled into the school parking lot, which was almost deserted since it was a good 45 minutes before school started, Rachel was almost vibrating with pent up energy. Puck parked the truck, making sure to throw on the emergency break, since he was keeping the car running for the heat. He didn't want things to get too out of control that they accidently hit the gear shift (hey, it happens).
Almost as soon as he had pulled the lever for the break, Rachel was unbuckled and across the seat, her body pressed fully against his side. She didn't really know why she was so…hot, but she needed him to touch her (like immediately). Puck turned to her, his mouth finding hers as if magnetically drawn to the lush mouth, and he pushed against her until she scooted back a little, so he had enough room between the door so that he could pull her over his lap. He groaned into the kiss when as she straddled him, her hot core pressing down on him in the best way.
Rachel was completely consumed with flames as she attacked his mouth, overcome with want for him. She had always been attracted to Noah, as their past illustrated, but she had never been this turned on. Not with any of their previous encounters, even when they left her light headed and almost forgetting her name. This was…her skin felt like it was on fire and the only thing able to cool her was Puck's touch. She grinded against him, relishing in the moan it elicited, as well as the firm bulge under her, letting her know that her actions were definitely appreciated.
Puck had to pull away as his lungs screamed for air, taking in huge gulps of oxygen as he watched the firecracker grind herself into his lap. He didn't know what had gotten into Rachel Berry, but he was not going to stop her. No way in hell was he going to stop something this hot.
"We really need to work on your breath control." Rachel said, not even winded as she tugged at his over shirt. Puck was torn between marveling at her and being insulted at the jab to his breathing skills. He had mad skills in everything. It wasn't his fault that she just had the lung capacity of five people. He allowed her to remove the over shirt, which she flung to the side, not even caring where it landed as she took in the sight of him in his wifebeater.
"Oh…you should never wear long sleeves." Puck was about to smirk and flex his (very impressive and badass) guns when she reattached herself to his lips, her tongue surging into his mouth to continue their earlier battle. Her hands seemed to be stuck in a never ending pattern of running up and down his biceps, pausing ever few seconds to squeeze the muscles, than moving to his shoulders, where she lightly scratched at the exposed skin. Puck was a little embarrassed to realize the if they didn't good down soon, he would make a fool of himself. And badasses did not erupt early from some light petting and grinding. No way was Puck (the stud!) going to let that happen.
But getting her to stop kissing him (which he really didn't want to happen) was an impossible task. He really should have known better, since when Rachel Berry set her mind to something, she committed 100% until she got the desired results. He just wasn't sure exactly what she was attempting to accomplish, because if it was for him to jizz in his pants, she was doing a great job.
Rachel pulled back, having used up her impressive reserves of air in her game of tonsil hockey. Her eyes closed as she continued to move her hips against his, the friction divine against her wet center. She couldn't stand the clothes that separated them, so Rachel tugged on his tank top until that too was laying somewhere in the truck. Puck did smirk when Rachel just stared at his tan chest for a few seconds.
"Scratch wearing a tank top, you should just shirtless. Like, everywhere." Rachel's voice was husky, which caused his cock to jump in his jeans, especially when she lightly tugged on his nipple ring. She looked so damn sexy that Puck couldn't resist tugging her hair out of the pony tail so he could run his hands through it. Rachel closed her eyes at the feeling of his fingers in her hair before they popped back open, her chocolate gaze blazing. She pushed his hands away before stripping out of her Cheerios jacket, slightly surprised she had actually still had it on.
Rachel let out a surprised squeal when Puck pushed her to the side and down onto the cab seat, moving his body over hers. While it was not the most comfortable of positions, as the cab was not that wide, she moaned when his erection rubbed against her again, causing sparks to shoot through her. Puck smiled down at her, bringing her right leg up to wrap around his hip as he lowered his head to once more devour her mouth. Rachel couldn't keep her hands off his bare skin, running up and down his back, delighting in the way his muscles would twitch under her hands. And when he lowered his head to her neck and nipped a particularly sensitive spot, as well as thrusting his hips against hers, Rachel's nails left a streak of fire down his back. Puck just thrust harder, the pain merely enhancing the pleasure.
The two were interrupted (damn it) when the passenger door was ripped open, showing the amused face of one Santana Lopez, who stood in front of a shocked Mike, Matt, and Brittany. Puck raised his head, glaring at his ex for the interruption, which seemed to not have registered in Rachel's clouded brain as she continued to suck and nip on his neck.
"I hate to cut this love fest short, but that creepy Israel guy has been peeping into your window for like ten minutes now. Thought you'd want to know." Santana said, her voice betraying the fact that she did not mind interrupting them. She smirked at Puck before walking away, leaving the door open for the entire parking lot to be able and see the shirtless Puck laying on top of a flushed and rumpled Rachel Berry. Puck glared at some of the observers and leaned over and slammed the door shut. Rachel had stopped her attentions, much to his dismay.
"I guess we better get going. Class will start in a few minutes." Puck was shocked at her statement, having expected her to flip out about being discovered. He knew that she didn't have a lot of experience, so he thought she would be embarrassed. But she just smirked at him as she pulled her hair back up into a pony tail before hoping out of the cab to straighten her uniform. Puck grabbed his beater and slipped it on before the over shirt. He grabbed his letterman's jacket and jumped out, grabbing their bags from the truck bed before walking over to her side, where she was waiting for him.
Rachel grinned up at him, shocked at her own behavior, but not really being able to care. It was as if being with Noah had completely removed her 'appropriate behavior' filter. If they two of them liked each other, then why should they have to censor themselves, especially when they were alone (or mostly alone)? She was finding that the more time she spent with him, the less she cared about what people said about her. The Glee members' opinions and words still hurt because they had been a team, but she was slowly moving past caring. The whole lot of them (mainly Kurt and Mercedes) were just jealous of her: for her talent, and her smoking hot, lickable boyfriend. Oh, lickable. I would love…Berry get a hold of yourself! You do still have to go to class; you know, the place where they teach and you learn?
Shaking off her tempting thoughts, Rachel grinned at him again, especially when he linked their hands together before walking (more like swaggering) into the school. Neither of them had replaced their jackets, as they were plenty hot after their session, so they had them placed over their other arms.
The two ignored the stares and the whispers as they walked down the hall, stopping first at his locker and then hers, and making their way to Algebra II. Rachel gave him a look, which clearly showed her surprise at him accompanying her into the class, which he hadn't been in since the semester started. Puck just shrugged and sat down next to her, laying his hand on her smooth thigh while she got out her notebook.
Rachel found it extremely hard to concentrate that day, as Puck would skim his fingers up and down her thigh, each stroke getting closer and closer to the hemline of her skirt. Her breathing began to pick up, and her hand griped the table in front of her until her knuckles turned white. Puck just smirked down at his paper, which he was surprised actually had notes on it. So he had come to class just to mess with Rach, but apparently she was actually rubbing off on him. I'd like her to rub something else off on me.
When the bell rang, the students watched in amazement as Rachel Berry literally drug Noah Puckerman out of the room. He gave them a lecherous smirk, which many found was justified when they saw the two attacking each other in the hallway outside of Rachel's next class.
"Seriously, can't the two of you like separate for five minutes?" Santana asked as she approached, Brittany's pinky in hers. When the two did separate, Berry's face was flushed with excitement and embarrassment, since she wasn't in the privacy of his truck.
"Hey guys." Rachel said, lightly pushing against Puck's hard chest so she could look around him. He pouted for a minute, which he thought was about to work when Santana jerked the poor girl from between him and the wall.
"Move along Puckerman. We wouldn't want you to be late for class, now would we?" Santana asked. Rachel's eyes got wide at the thought of her uncontrollable libido being the cause of him missing more class time.
"Oh, she's right Noah. You've already missed so much class lately, that if you even hope to pass this semester, you really shouldn't miss anymore. I would hate if I caused you to get a bad grade, or fail. Hurry up, you only have a couple of minutes to make it on time." Rachel's voice had gone high with anxiety, which made Santana smirk at Puck and him to scowl at her. There was no way he could skip English now.
Fucking Santana had to open her damn mouth. He gave a suffering sigh before he kissed her and started walking in the opposite direction, not believing he had been cockblocked by Santana. Fucking bitch.
"You two seriously can't keep your hands off each other. I mean, I've been on the receiving end of those hands, but damn girl." Santana said, dragging the brunette into the classroom. The three girls sat down at one of the back tables, which completely unnoticed by Rachel, who kept remembering the feel of his muscled chest against her hands. Mmm, yummy.
"Ray? Rachel? Did you hear me?" Brittany's voice finally seemed to penetrate the fog that was Rachel's mind. She turned confused eyes onto the blonde, which earned her snickers from the other two cheerleaders.
"I'm sorry Brit. My mind just got away from me for a moment. What did you say?" Rachel pushed Noah from her mind, not believing she had allowed him to cloud her mind so easily. How was supposed to make it through the school day if she couldn't concentrate? Algebra II had definitely shown that she needed to keep her brain focused on school work, and only school work, if she wanted to keep her grades up. Thankfully, Puck did not share Spanish II with her, giving her enough time to compose herself before she saw him again at lunch.
"I was just wondering what changed. I mean, you and Puck are usually…hands, but we've caught you two almost getting it on twice today!" Brittany whispered, Mr. Schuester having started the class. Rachel's face blushed with the reminder of her harlot like behavior. Oh, but both times were amazing! You can't get embarrassed about being attracted to your boyfriend. Wouldn't you rather be attracted to the person you're dating. Shut up Berry, they're waiting for an answer and you look crazy just staring off into space, talking to yourself.
"I don't know Brit, it was just like…an urge I couldn't stop this morning. Usually I have a firmer control n my self-impulse, just this morning I couldn't seem to rein myself in. And I didn't want to." Rachel whispered back, copying the notes Mr. Schue was writing even though she was only half-way paying attention.
"So you guys haven't fucked yet?" Santana asked, making sure to be crude since Berry usually didn't like it. But her only response was a blush and a shake of the head.
"No Santana, we have not had intimate relations of that nature yet." Santana rolled her eyes at Rachel's formal response, knowing the girl simply couldn't bring herself to speak in an 'uncivilized' manner.
"By the looks of it, that little adventure isn't far off." Rachel blushed deeper, but she had to agree with Santana, especially if she continued to show a poor ability to keep her hands off Puck.
"When it does happen, I'm sure it will be great. I mean, you've both admitted to…being with him, so you know." Rachel knew she should probably feel jealous of her friends (yes they were friends! Yay), but when she was with Puck, she felt like the only one he wanted. As long as she remained the focus of his attention, she could deal with the fact that her man was a (reformed hopefully) manwhore.
"Puck is amazing inside the bedroom Ray. I mean…I'm sure it will be so much better since he actually likes likes you." Brittany whispered, giving Rachel a small smile. She might not always understand what was going on around her, but Brittany knew girls usually did not like to hear about their boyfriends' sexual prowess from other girls.
"Oh I have no doubt Brit." Rachel whispered, a giggle working its way up into her throat. She just couldn't seem to help herself, the thought of actually sleeping with Puck feeling her with a giddiness she didn't want to examine too closely.
Their conversation was interrupted as Mr. Schuester fixed them with a glare, demanding they conjugate the words on the board into past possessive form since they liked to talk. Rachel just rolled her eyes as she did as she was told, thinking Mr. Schuester really needed to get laid. Oh my god! Noah is rubbing off on you! The next thing you know, you'll be cursing and making sexual innuendos at every turn. The horror!
Rachel buried her head in her Spanish book when her thoughts made her start giggling again, earning her questioning looks from both her friends. But the thought of how proud Puck would be to learn he was indeed rubbing off on her was very amusing. She finally got control of herself and was able to concentrate for the rest of the period, even though she continued to have 'Puck' thoughts for remainder of class.
/*/
Puck tried to pay attention in English II, knowing Rachel would probably question him about his class during lunch. He just couldn't seem to stop thinking about her and their morning activities. He never knew Rachel Berry would be so open to PDA, especially not the kind that led to grinding and moaning. He was totally floored by her disregard to any observers, which was so totally hot.
I might just be corrupting the innocent Rachel Berry. Oh the possibilities. Her mouth is so talented during making out, it's not hard to imagine what it could do wrapped around my cock. Puck was totally lost to the class with that thought, the visuals of Rachel sliding under his desk to suck him off too enthralling (shut up) for him to even pretend to pay attention.
He would be lying if he didn't admit to being surprised at how much Rachel's prescience, and lips, was helping him get over the miscarriage. He had expected to be angry and hurt for a long time, but it was as if she was a healing balm or some shit. He still ached a little for the little girl he would never know, but without that burden, he was beginning to see what a blessing it might have actually been. Hopefully Finn would never find out, so he wouldn't lose his best friend and he was starting to see a future that placed him far away from Lima, Ohio.
He would never admit this aloud, as that would be a complete pussy move. But he was thankful Rachel had come into his life again, soothing the pain and making him visualize a brighter future. Shut up! Badasses could so think about the future without being girls! If he was willing to stop bullying, then he should also be willing to actually apply himself so he could get out of Lima. Working to get out of the shit town was total badass, thank you very much.
Shifting his thoughts back to the fantasy of Rachel on her knees, only in knee socks (so hot), he passed the rest of class with a lewd smirk firmly in place. The teacher was too surprised the Noah Puckerman was actually seated in the classroom for her to complain about his obvious lack of attention. She just hoped that sooner or later the boy would realize how bright he was and actually apply himself.
/*/
Puck grinned smugly when he pushed Rachel into a desk in the back of the room, knowing she usually sat up in the front row. But their time at lunch had been total PG, with Finn and Quinn once more joining their table. The good mood he had been in all morning faded a little at their presence, but he refused to let the hurt back into his heart. He wasn't going to mope around for months about something he couldn't change.
Rachel knew she gave into him too easily, but he hadn't been in World History except twice since the semester started, so she was just glad he was finally attending classes. She had actually forgotten that they actually had three classes in common (Alg II, W. History, Bio I) because of his absences, so she was both excited and surprised when he kept a hold of her hand after walking to class.
If sitting in the back meant he would actually attend class, than Rachel was willing to do so. Besides, she could still see the board perfectly (20/20 vision), so it wasn't like she was going to miss anything.
Since there were actual desks in the class instead of tables, Puck had to keep his hands to himself and actually pay attention. He realized that if he wanted to pass the class, he was definitely going to have to get Rachel's notes, as they were already talking about the Tudor Dynasty, which was like in the sixteenth century or something. He was tempted to just the hell with it and doodle (in a manly way), but every time he peeked at Rachel, she had this pleased smile plastered to her face as she scribbled away. I am so fucking pussy whipped. How the fuck did that happen? I haven't even gotten in her pants yet and she's got me going to class! I am so fucked!
/*/
"Okay, so Rachel and Puck are plastered together in the West Wing. I don't know how long they'll stay there, so we should really hurry." Mercedes said as she streaked into the choir room. Brittany nodded and fished out the recorder from her bag, lying in on top of the piano as everyone (minus Puck) gathered around it. Brittany pressed the play button and Rachel's voice (slightly muffled due to the pillow) filled the room.
After the recording ended, everyone shared looks of guilt. Yeah, they had never been very kind to Rachel, but many hadn't really thought about the way their words would hurt her. She was always just so irritating that no one seemed to be able, or willing, to take her feelings into account as they insulted her. She never really showed how their words affected her, so they hadn't really thought about it.
"Am I the only one who feels like a bitch?" Tina's voice broke through the silence. Everyone was still unused to her talking without a stutter, which apparently had been fake; they just nodded their heads, lost in their own memories or thoughts about the 'diva'.
"I can't believe I actually treated her like that." Brittany said, still ashamed of her previous behavior. Getting to know the short girl had shown how wrong everyone was about her, especially when it came to her body. Rachel had gotten naked with Brit and San for the whole waxing night, and there was nothing 'manly' about her. (Her and Santana had so thought about trying to get Rachel to do a three way. But they figured she wasn't ready for that type of relationship, yet. Plus, they all had boyfriends now, so Brit wasn't sure how well that would go over.)
"So Brit, do you think Rachel will come back?" Mike asked, his arm wrapped around her slim waist. Brittany shrugged, not really knowing if Rachel was serious when she said she would think about rejoining or not. People were always telling her one thing and doing another, so Brit had no clue what Rachel would really do. Ray usually does what she says, so she'll probably think about it. She's never lied to you about anything, so she'll definitely think about it.
"She said she would think about it, and I believe she keep her word." Brittany said, reaching over to grab the recorder. Which wasn't a minute too soon as Puck sauntered into the room at that moment, a shit-eating grin on his face. His shirt was rumpled (it had definitely been grabbed, repeatedly) and his 'hawk was actually messed up, the short hairs sticking out at odd angles.
"Thank you for joining us today Puck." Mr. Schuester said, trying to cover for the awkward silence that had descended the room. No one had wanted to approach the teen about trying to get Rachel back in the club, as he had been the loudest voice in the fight, saying Rachel had her reasons for leaving and it should be her decision alone to rejoin. Puck gave them all a weird look but nodded, sitting down in the back where he planned to fantasize about his girl. (Hey, it beat watching Artie and Kurt sing a ballad, which was soooo gay). Better not mention that to Berry, she'll lecture you ever on it being 'offensive'. Whatever, it was two dudes singing a ballad.
Puck was interrupted from that thought when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He was shocked to see Rachel's name, as she stressed the importance of paying attention in all his classes, and he was surprised she would actually text him while he was in Glee. Glancing up and seeing the entire group's focus was on the painful sight of the two boys singing, Puck flipped open his phone.
*Are you going to be able to take me to dance class tonight? I didn't think about it when you picked me up this morning, but I know you have fight club after football practice. I just need to know in case I need to call one of my dads.*
Puck had to take a minute to try and get the image of Rachel in a, what were they called…a leotard? Whatever, all he knew was that they were painted on, and the image was hot.
*Yeah I can take u. I'm skipping fight club, I have to tlk to Burt Hummel so there's engh time 4 me to take u*
*What do you have to talk to Mr. Hummel about?*
*Oh, that was very intrusive of me. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, it's not really any of my business. Sorry.*
*It's cool. I asked Kurt yest if his dad was looking 4 help & he is. So I have an interview after scl*
*Oh, I didn't know you had experience with vehicle maintenance. Good luck on the job interview. *
*I'm taking auto this sem. & I've done all the wrk on my trk.*
*Oh, that's amazing Noah. Now I know who to call when I'm having car trouble.*
*I can help w a lot more than just car trbl*
*I'm sure you would be able to help me with any and all my future needs Noah. I have faith in you…skills.*
*Oh, u're teasing me now? 2 can play that game babe.*
*You should really focus on Glee practice Noah. It's not very becoming of a possible leading man to be so unfocused.*
*u started this missy*
*Hmm…I guess I'll just have to finish it after dance class.;)*
Puck groaned as he flipped the phone closed, still amazed at the demon he had unleashed. Rachel had been so…reserved before they started dating, and now she was flirting with him through text. He really couldn't wait until they rounded the last base, as he was sure Rachel would be a hellcat in bed. I can't fucking wait!
/*/
Puck didn't know how he ended up sitting at the Berry dining room table, Rachel's notes spread out in front of him. One minute they had been making out in her drive way, then the next he was eating dinner with them, and they she whipped out her notebooks and demanded he copy her notes. After his interview with Burt Hummel, which went very well, he hadn't really expected to end up doing homework when he was with Rachel.
And apparently she had been in contact with his other teachers (she was so a teacher's pet) and they had actually willingly emailed her the notes from his other classes. Who in their right mind would have their teacher's emails? And when did teachers start emailing out notes? Puck was so confused.
Rachel trotted back into the room from her dad's office, where she had just printed out all Puck's missing notes. She was shocked that the teachers had been so receptive to her pleas, apparently they wanted him to succeed just as much as she did.
"Here you go Noah, these are all the notes for English, Spanish, and Computer. Mrs. Sheldon, the computer teacher, actually said that if you just completed all the missing work, she wouldn't take any late points off. I was pleasantly surprised at how responsive all the teachers were, as usually they don't like to actually forgive late work." Rachel said as she sat the stack of paper down next to Noah's elbow. The poor boy looked up at her, his confusion clear as day. She just smiled and kissed him before sitting down across from him, taking out her English III homework.
The two sat there doing work for about an hour and a half, which the Berry men thought was amazing. They hadn't thought that Rachel would actually get Noah Puckerman to do homework, even for a short while. So when the clock chimed ten o'clock, they decided to take pity on the boy and told them to wrap up so Noah could go home. Rachel pouted for a minute before agreeing, walking him out to his truck to say goodnight (and have a short make out session). The two parted and Rachel watched his truck drive away from her house before she went back inside.
"Baby, I think we need to have a talk." Leroy said when she came back inside. Rachel looked at him questionably, but she followed her dad into the living room, where Hiram was seated. Leroy joined his partner on the couch and Rachel sat in the chair opposite them, wondering if she had done something wrong.
"We're very proud of you for trying to get Noah to become a better student. We know that if he tries, he'll be just fine with regards to being able to graduate. But we're a little concerned…well-"
"What your dad is trying to say, sweetie, is that we know his reputation. Not that we hold it against him, because you know we don't. But after you told us about him getting that girl pregnant, we worried." Rachel began to open her mouth, but Leroy cut her off, needing to get everything out in the open before the men lost their nerve. Because talking to your teenage daughter about sex? Not an enjoyable conversation!
"We trust you to make your own decisions darling. And you're old enough to decide if you're ready for a…physical relationship with Noah. But we want to make sure your prepared, so that nothing…unexpected happens. That's why we've made you a doctor's appoint for tomorrow after school. We've already emailed your cheerleading coach, and she has excused you from practice."
"Why would I miss practice?" Rachel asked, her brain not really catching up to the entire conversation. The thought that her dads were clearly going to make her get on birth control made her face flush, as obviously they knew her and Noah were very close to having sex.
"Um…the type of examination they do before administer birth control can be rather painful. So you shouldn't engage in any strenuous activity afterward, such as cheerleading."
Oh god, they're talking about a Papanicolaou test (pap smear). That is so embarrassing!
Rachel just nodded, which made her dads looked extremely relieved before she fled up to her room. She threw herself onto her bed, not believing she had just had that conversation. Sure, her dads had always been very open with her about almost everything, but she hadn't expected them to put her on birth control. She was glad that they liked Noah and seemed to be willing to overlook his past behavior, but it was still mortifying!
/*/
The next day, Rachel was in a stranger state than normal, kind of just floating from class to class. She had her morning kissage with Puck, then went to library for her study hall and then to Chemistry I before lunch. During the lunch period, she hadn't been able to stop giving Puck these looks that had him squirming in his seat (so unbadass). She just couldn't get the fact that she was going to be going on birth control out of her head.
This means that in a few weeks I can have sex with Noah. Well, I can do that before then, but after a few weeks, we can have, what do they call it? Bareback? Although I don't know if I'd be willing to risk it. I mean, birth control is only 97%-99% effective. There's always a chance that it will fail, so one should always cover as many bases as possible.
She couldn't even remember English class, and when Puck sauntered into Biology, Rachel was thrown back into her thoughts. This was not a good thing, as that day's lab had them using sharp utensils, and she almost cut herself. If Puck hadn't been paying attention (shocking, I know), she would have cut right into her finger. He had lectured her on paying attention (so funny) before taking away the knife to do the work himself.
But try as she might, Rachel just could not focus. Thankfully her father was picking her up to take her to the doctor's, as she was afraid she would have wrecked if she was behind the wheel. The examination was not a pleasant experience, and Rachel didn't relish the fact that she would need to begin getting yearly exams, especially now that she was sexually active.
When Puck texted her after football practice, asking if she was okay and if she wanted to hang out, Rachel just said she wasn't feeling well and that he should hang out with his friends. She reminded him how he hadn't hung out with Finn in a long time, making him feel guilty enough not to demand he be able to see her. Smiling at her accomplishment, Rachel sat at her desk and started doing research, wanting to be prepared when the birth control would be put to use.
/*/
(Friday)
Rachel rushed through the hallway, trying to find any of the Glee club members before Puck found her. She had said she needed to speak with Brittany before Algebra, and after some pouting, he had let her go. Seriously, that boy pouts a lot for a 'badass'. She finally skidded to a halt when she almost ran into Kurt and Mercedes, who were gossiping by a water fountain.
The two friends were surprised when Rachel ran up to them, and shared a bewildered look when Rachel held her hand up, showing she needed to catch her breath. Finally Rachel was able to calm her breathing enough to lift her head.
"Sorry, I ran all the way from the parking lot. I was wondering if I might be able to run an idea past you guys." When the two simply nodded, not really sure what to say in response, Rachel launched into her long winded question. Basically, she wanted to know if she could join the Glee club that afternoon to do a group ballad for Finn and Quinn, showing the couple that they were all there for them.
The two gossipers felt a little guilty at the question, as they had just been discussing the fact that the loss of the baby had made the couple more quiet. But they agreed to ask the other members if that was okay, as everyone had been having issues with their ballads, as the entire group was so wrapped up in the couple's business that they hadn't really been able to come up with any suitable song choices.
Rachel thanked them for the consideration and told them she'd be in the choir room at lunch if everyone agreed, so they could practice before singing for the couple after school. Once the brunette rushed back down the hall, the two got moving on their phones, getting acceptances from the Glee members (except Finn, Quinn, and Puck) within a few minutes. Having succeeded they texted Rachel it was an affirmative before they both had to rush to their own classes.
/*/
"What are we doing here Berry?" Puck asked as Rachel dragged him into the empty choir room. He was really hoping to have some alone time with her in his truck, since she didn't seem keen on actually eating for lunch. He did not want to spend the 45 minute break in the choir room, unless of course she wanted to defile the room. He would be so good with that.
Unfortunately, he could already tell that that was not an option, as Rachel pulled out a stack of sheet music from her bag. Girl seriously needs to prioritize. Having a hot make out session trumps singing, ever time. He had to bit his tongue from letting his disappointment show as she smiled at him and handed him she lyrics.
"I have spoken to Kurt and Mercedes, who have gotten the rest of the Glee club to agree, to sing a ballad for Finn and Quinn. It is very important that they know we're here for them in their time of need and that they don't have to shelter the pain by themselves." Rachel said, wrapping her arms around his waist and staring up at him.
Puck's jaw had clenched when she mentioned Fuinn, even though he tried not to let it bother him. He had spent the night hanging out with Finn, which he was surprised he had actually missed, so he didn't want to ruin anything my getting mad that no one knew who the real father was.
"I know no one can know the truth Noah, but I want you to know that I'm singing to you too." Rachel said, leaning up on her tiptoes to lightly kiss his chin, as it was as high as she could go. Puck wrapped his own arms around her and leaned down to kiss her, thanking whoever out there had pushed the two of them together.
They were interrupted by the appearance of the rest of the Glee kids, including Mr. Schuester. Rachel handed out the lyrics, which were well received by everyone. They spent the next twenty minutes running through it, until everyone knew what parts they were singing. After running through the number a few times, the group split up to spend the last few minutes of lunch with their respective others or friends.
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Finn was confused as to why he was being led into the choir room, especially when he saw Quinn sitting in a chair in front of the rest of the Glee club. He was surprised and pleased to see Rachel standing at the front of the group. Kurt pushed him down into the chair next to Quinn's before going to stand next to Mercedes.
"We've all had some trouble with trying to find ballads this week, so we thought we'd dedicate a group one to you instead. We just want you to know that we're here for you guys and you'll always have us to lean on." Mercedes said, nodding at the couple. Quinn gripped Finn's hand when the group started singing "Lean on Me", tears springing to her eyes.
When the song ended, Quinn was in tears and surged off the chair, wrapping Mercedes in a hug. The larger girl hugged her back, more effected by the song than she would have thought. She might not practically like Quinn all the time, but she didn't think the girl deserved to lose her baby either. The rest of the members were treated to the same, a crying Quinn hug.
When she got to Puck, Quinn whispered how sorry she was and that he would have been a great dad. Puck actually felt a little teary eyed after the confession, but luckily Rachel took Quinn's place, tightly winding her arms around him and giving him all the comfort she could.
The couple ended up sitting (with Rachel across his lap) in the back of the room as the rest of the club continued to exchange hugs and encouraging words. Rachel nuzzled her head into his neck, relishing in both the feel of his arms around her and the afterglow of performing. Puck ran his hand up and down her back, a lot calmer than he would have thought he'd be after the song.
"I'm so glad we did this. I know it must have hurt that they were singing to Finn, but you really showed your colors today Noah. I'm so proud of you." Rachel mumbled, which earned she a squeeze.
"You've missed it, haven't you? Performing with a group." Puck asked quietly, not wanting the others to overhear him. Rachel nodded against his neck.
"I almost forgot how amazing it feels to share the spotlight. I've always been so obsessed with being the only one to get solos that I never really thought about the…sense of pride you can get when the entire groups performs a number. All those voices working together to make one sound is truly remarkable." Puck lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. He could see the longing in her beautiful (shut up) brown eyes, and he knew she desperately wanted back in the group. The only question was if she was willing to come back or not. Mine as well find out.
"Do you want to come back babe? To be honest, it's been a drag without you here to bust our chops. But do you want to rejoin?" Rachel stared into the most amazing hazel eyes (seriously, they're like super sexy!), seeing that unlike other Gleeks, he wasn't trying to push her into coming back. She sighed and leaned forward, not able to resist the call his full lips always seemed to be sending to hers. After a few kisses, Rachel pulled back again.
"I have missed Glee so much Noah. It's been like a piece of me is missing, like I left it in this room when I walked out. But it's already been so long, I don't think they would want me to come back now."
"I think you're wrong about that Rach. You have a lot more friends in here now than you used to. You have me, of course, but also Brit, Sans, Mike, Matt, Finn, Quinn, Artie, and Tina. The only two that ever really make any nasty comments anymore are the other divas, as they're jealous of your talent. So if you want to come back, I know you'll be welcomed." Rachel bit her lip in uncertainty as she looked listened to him. She would never be able to accuse him of not being able to be serious, that was for sure.
"Okay, if you think they'll want me back, than the least I can do is ask Mr. Schuester. I mean, the worst he can say is no, right? (Puck nods) And Kurt and Mercedes will just have to deal and work harder if they want solos, since it's not my fault I'm better. (Puck nods again, even though he hides a laugh at her words with a cough) Okay, I'm going to ask Mr. Schuester." Rachel got off his lap, about to head to the director when she felt the warm calloused fingers of Puck's hand slide into hers. Looking up, she just got a small smile of encouragement before the two descended the raised platform.
"Mr. Schuester, I was wondering if I might be able to speak with for a moment." Rachel said quietly. Will looked surprised but nodded, following the couple to the side of the room, away from prying eyes and ears. Rachel took a deep breath, the grip on Puck's hand tightening before she squared her shoulders and met Mr. Schuester's questioning gaze.
"I was wondering if it might be possible for me to rejoin the Glee club. I know it has been weeks since I quit, so I realize that I will have to work hard to catch up with everyone, but I would be more than happy to do the extra work." Rachel said all in one breath. Mr. Schuester had to keep his face from breaking out into a happy, relieved look.
"Well, it's only fair that you would have to audition. But if the Glee club members agree that your audition meets their requirements, I see no problem with that." Mr. Schuester said, ignoring the eye rolling from Puck. He had to be fair to all the students, and since Rachel had quit, she would have to tryout again. Although, everyone knew she would be allowed back in.
"Of course Mr. Schuester, I completely understand. Would you like me to go to the auditorium now, or do you want me to do it on Monday?"
"Actually, if you want to do it now you can just do it here." Rachel bit her lip again in uncertainty, but the steady firmness of the body next to hers calmed her down. She nodded her head before going to speak with Brad the piano player. Puck retook his seat, watching as Rachel nervously fluttered around the room, making sure everything was ready before she stepped in front of the group. Mr. Schuester had motioned for everyone to sit while Rachel got prepared, and now their entire focus was on Rachel.
"I have asked Mr. Schuester if it would be possible for me to rejoin the club, as our group number has made it quite apparent how much I have missed it. To be fair to all students, Mr. Schuester has requested that I audition once more." Rachel said, giving a little jerky nod. She met Puck's gaze, and when he gave her that little private smile, Rachel grinned back before nodding to Brad. Everyone, who had started whispering about Rachel finally coming back, quieted down as the music started.
"Something has changed within me,
Something is not the same.
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game.
Too late for second-guessing,
Too late to go back to sleep.
It's time to trust my instincts,
Close my eyes and leap.
It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I'm
Defying Gravity
And you won't bring me down...
I'm through accepting limits
'Cause someone says they're so.
[ Lyrics from: lyrics/g/glee/defying_ ]
Some things I cannot change,
But till I try, I'll never know.
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost.
Well, if that's love,
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity.
Kiss me goodbye,
I'm defying gravity.
I think I'll try
Defying Gravity
And you won't bring me down.
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity.
Kiss me goodbye,
I'm defying gravity.
I think I'll try
Defying Gravity
And you won't bring me down.
Bring me down!
Ahhahhoahh"
Rachel's voice swelled with so much emotion that it literally filled the room. Puck was mesmerized (she's fucking hot when she sings), and he desperately wanted to devour her. When her voice trailed off, Puck was just as surprised as she was when she got a standing ovation, even Kurt was clapping widely. Rachel took a little bow, her face flushed with pleasure.
"Well, I think it is unanimous that you are accepted. Welcome back to Glee club Rachel." Mr. Schuester said, grinning at the girl. Rachel beamed at everyone, her body brimming with happiness. Suddenly, everyone was down by the piano, the volume of their voices making it hard to actually understand what they were saying. But when Brittany started hugging her and jumping around excitedly, Rachel couldn't imagine anywhere else she would rather be.
Songs: "What Hurts the Most" – Rascal Flatts; "Lean on Me" – Bill Withers; "Defying Gravity" – Wicked
Okay guys, this was a 29 page, 1400+ chapter, so leave reviews! I hope you all enjoyed it. And don't worry, there will be actual M rated material in the future, I've just been trying to not rush their relationship too fast. Again, please REVIEW! And sorry for any errors, it's 4:30 am and I don't care anymore!