So I don't remember if I said this, but there's not football or cheerio practice on Fridays; but, there is Glee practice on Fridays. I know it seems like a lot, to go to Glee club every single day, but it's working for the story, so that's how it is. Also this chapter is a short one, sorry, but I just needed to get it posted.
aussiegleek18: Thanks for reviewing again! They make me happy!
Shay: Girl you make my day every time I get an alert that you've reviewed! I'm really glad you liked the last chapter! It took forever to write! I was up till like 4:30 in the morning! Craziness! I'm not making any guarantees that the future chapters will be as long, because that last chapter was a beast! I love badass Rachel too! Although, I'm not trying to make her into a miniPuck. I'm still trying to stay true, if only slightly bent, to Rachel's character from the show. Same with Puck. I don't want him to just suddenly be a bookworm, because that is sooo not even close to his character! But I'm glad you like the way I'm writing them! Now about Finn…well I can't give anything away. I hope you like this next chapter! And thanks for getting Ashley to read this! I love new readers!
Ashley: I'm glad you like the story so much. I'm really having fun writing it. I love Pezberry friendship too! So don't worry, they'll definitely be friends. I haven't decided yet if I'm bringing in Sam or not, so stay tuned. Hope you like this chapter!
Chapter 7: Fun Times
Rachel smiled to herself as she was surrounded by all the members of the Glee club. She felt the childish urge to spin around the room, laughing in happiness as they welcomed her back into the club. That embarrassing moment was only avoided by sheer will power, and also the fact that Puck had wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I'm really glad you decided to come back." Puck whispered in her ear, smirking when she shivered. Rachel turned in his arms to face him, leaning up to give him a quick kiss.
"I am too. I can't believe how much I actually missed it; I even missed the bickering and drama, if you can believe it!" Rachel said, beaming up at her boyfriend. She swore her heart was going to burst from her chest in any moment from sheer happiness. Puck just smiled down at her, thinking she was the most adorable thing ever. And sexy. Yea sexy was way more badass…but she was fucking adorable, so shut the fuck up.
"Since you're in such a good mood, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out tonight? Eli is staying at a friend's house, so I don't have to babysit." Rachel's eyes widened in surprise.
"You mean…like on a real date? In public and everything?"
"Of course I mean in public. How long is it going to take you to realize I'm not ashamed to be seen with you? I thought we were passed this." Puck said, his words coming out harsher than he intended. But damn, she apparently had very little faith in him. And that shit stung.
"Sorry Noah. I just…I've always been told I was an embarrassment, and I guess I'm not as over it as I thought. I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by what I said." Rachel whispered, not wanting him to be angry with her. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings (and yes, Noah has feelings), it just seemed to come second nature for her to doubt other people's motives.
"Well good then. So are we going out or what?"
"I would love to go out with you Noah. May I ask where we're going? I need to know the location, the type of wardrobe requirements, and the type of atmosphere. Once you provide that information, I am sure I can come up with an appropriate outfit that will not embarrass you or myself. Maybe I should make a chart to determine what attire would be best suited." Rachel trailed off, obviously in her own little world. Puck just rolled his eyes, still amazed that he was even attracted to the crazy that was Rachel Berry.
"Just wear something nice Rach. Not a ball gown or anything, but no shorts. I'll pick you up at 8." Rachel nodded before pulling away, smiling up at him before she hurried over to Kurt. Puck rolled his eyes again (this seems to becoming a habit) and started up a conversation up with the guys, as Mr. Schuester obviously wasn't going to try and get the Glee club to settle down.
"Kurt, could I talk to you for a moment?" Rachel asked the fashionista timidly, not wanting him to lash out at her for interrupting his conversation with Mercedes.
"'Cedes and I were just talking about you Berry! Your rendition of 'Defying Gravity' was, I hate to say it, very well done. Although, it did sound like your voice cracked on that high F note, but I guess even you can't sing everything." Kurt said in his typical snideness.
He might be glad to have Rachel back in the club, as they needed her talent, but that didn't mean they were instantly best friends. And okay, so maybe he was totally lying about her missing the note, but he didn't want her to get a bigger ego than she already had.
"Well thank you for the criticisms. I thought I hit the high F perfectly, but sometimes what one hears and what the audience hears are different." Rachel had to fight from telling him how wrong he was. If they were going to be an unbeatable force at Sectionals, she just had to let his false comments slide.
The two divas stared at her as if she had grown another head, having expected the small girl to start yelling about her perfect pitch and amazing performance.
"I was hoping I might be able to convince you to lend me some help tonight." Rachel asked, knowing that when Kurt didn't move away from Mercedes, that it would be pointless to ask to speak alone once more. The two friends exchanged confused, yet intrigued, looks.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I know you have taken offence to my taste in attire (Kurt snorts) and I was hoping you might be able to give me a hand picking out an appropriate outfit for my date with Noah this evening. It's the first real date we've been on, and I want to make sure that I do not draw any unwanted attention.
"I would hate to embarrass him when people from school might see him. He says he's not ashamed of me, and I really do believe him, but I still don't want to unknowingly humiliate him. I know he has a reputation to protect, especially now that he's in Glee.
"And while he has been able to end any outcry from the school populace with physical violence, I would really like for this night to not end up in a brawl. I also, you know, want to look nice for him, especially since he's taking me out.
"He hasn't told me where exactly we're going, which is why I really need your help. Without the proper information, I could not possibly make a suitable choice, especially since I cannot rely on making a chart. But he said to wear something nice, so I guess we're going somewhere slightly formal, as he also said not to wear shorts. Although, why he would think I would wear shorts on our first date, I don't know. I would never contemplate wearing shorts for a first date! I'm not that clueless.
"And I would have asked Santana and Brittany for help, but things can get awkward sometimes. I mean, I don't hold it against Noah or them that they've all had sexual relations, but I don't really want to hear about it while I'm trying to get ready for our first date. Brittany has this habit of locking onto a subject, like how her and Santana had often 'shared' Noah, and I really don't want to think about that. I mean, it's not anything I don't already know, but I don't want to hear about it. You know?"
Kurt and Mercedes just stared at her as Rachel rambled on and on and on. They kept sharing looks, clearly thinking Rachel had finally lost her mind. While she hadn't been in Glee, the two had forgotten just how…crazy Rachel could get.
And that stuff about the threesome? It was so going to be spread around school by the end of the day on Monday if they could help it. (Rachel really should have remembered she was talking to two of the biggest gossipers in school)
"Okay! Rachel, calm down. And while I find it fascinating that you can talk that fast with one intake of breath, you're giving me a headache. Be that as it may, I never pass up an opportunity for a makeover, so you can count me in. Mercedes too. We'll be at your house by five, so you better hurry home to shower and blow-dry your hair." Kurt said before dragging the dark-skinned girl away. They glanced back to see Rachel standing in the same position, her mouth opening and closing before she seemed to shake herself and grabbed her stuff.
Rachel hurried over to her bag, knowing Kurt would literally kill her, or pull all her hair out, if she wasn't were she was supposed to be at 5. She gave Puck a quick kiss goodbye before hurrying out of the room.
Puck just stared at the door, wondering where in the world she was going, since he was the one who drove them to school. He hid a smirk when Rachel came barreling back into the room, a blush plastered across her face.
"I forgot you were my ride. Can you take me home Noah?" Rachel asked, trying not to draw attention to her moment of embarrassment. Puck let out a chuckle before he grabbed his own bag and slung an arm over her shoulders, flicking his wrist in a 'goodbye' way as the two left the room. The others watched them go, but seeing as Mr. Schuester was just pouring through sheet music, the club quickly began to disperse.
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Rachel spent an admittedly excessive amount of time in the shower after Puck dropped her off. She hadn't even allowed for more than a peck goodbye, wanting to be ready for when Kurt and Mercedes showed up, much to Puck's displeasure. He really does act like a five year old sometimes. So her extremely long shower was a surprise, but she wanted to make sure her hair and body was scrubbed down and would smell amazing.
So by the time she was out of the shower, she only had ten minutes until the twosome arrived, and Rachel still had to dry her hair. But before she could do that, she had to rub her entire body down with lotion and moisturizer, as she wanted to look as fresh as possible. And having a strict skincare regiment was key to always looking your best, especially when it is almost inevitable that you'd wind up with a slushie to the face.
Thinking she could get a few more seconds if she didn't have to go let them in, Rachel texted Kurt that the door was open and to just come up when they got there. What? If she was going to be opening it so soon after getting home, why lock it? Okay, so maybe it was stupid, but Rachel had been in a super rush, so back off.
Grabbing her hair-dryer, Rachel flipped her head down and started in on her hair, hoping she got it dry in time. Kurt was just as able as she was to throw a 'diva' fit, and she didn't want him to do her person harm for not being prepared.
She didn't hear when her door open or when the two fashionistas began to set up their 'equipment', so she gave a shriek of surprise when she opened the bathroom door and saw them.
"It's about time! Come on, I can't even imagine how long it's going to take to get you ready." Kurt said, grabbing Rachel by the wrist and shoving her towards her vanity chair.
Rachel was surprised at how much makeup and other products littered her usually clean and neat vanity, but Kurt was already pulling at her hair, so she kept her mouth shut. Mercedes pulled open Rachel's closet and began to throw items into two piles, the 'maybes' and the 'hell nos'.
"Where'd all your sweaters go, hobbit? I would have thought they'd be hanging primly in here, but I haven't found one." Mercedes asked, her voice showing surprise and yet disdain at the same time. Rachel wondered why she asked them for help (well, she asked Kurt for help).
"I had…an episode one day and threw them all out." Rachel's voice was prickly, showing she believed they would start insulting her once more. Mercedes rolled her eyes before she went back to the closet.
"Well thank heavens for that! I would have burned them if I had gotten the chance. Now hold your head still, I'm going to curl you hair, and we wouldn't want you to get burnt."
Rachel stared straight ahead, once more questioning her actions. What if the two of them made her look like a fool in front of Noah? What if Kurt did want to burn her with the curling iron? She just hoped that if they did plan to kill her, they would leave her body somewhere where it could be found so that her fathers could mourn properly.
"You know, I forgot how nice your hair actually is. When you just wore it hanging down like a mop, it looked stringy and unkempt. But it actually has nice volume and it's soft. I'm pleasantly surprised." Kurt said, running his fingers throw her hair as he picked up a section for curling.
"Thank you Kurt, that is very nice of you to say. After the first few slushies last year, I stopped trying to do anything intricate with my hair, as I would just have to take it down to wash it once I was at school." Kurt had to acknowledge her point, as he was himself a victim of the horrendous activity of slushing.
"I found something!" Mercedes said excitedly as she pulled out a dress that still had the tag attached. Rachel tried to look, but Kurt's firm hand on her head kept her from looking to the side, as she couldn't see the other girl in the mirror. Kurt looked over and saw Cedes holding up a dark purple spaghetti strap dress. Obviously it was meant for summer, but Kurt had to work with what he was provided.
"Great Cedes, but we still need the right accessories. They can, after all, make or break an outfit." Kurt said, Mercedes gave him a nod, agreeing with him completely. Accessories were almost more important than the clothing!
When Kurt was finally done (around 7:45) Rachel was astonished. She could barely recognize the girl staring back at her, because the girl in the mirror was very pretty. She had creamy, tanned skin that was highlighted by a light sheen of powder. Her russet eyes were accentuated by smoky eye shadow (not too heavy) and her lips were painted a light rose color. She really couldn't believe that she could actually look like that! Especially with her hair curling around her face in large, loose ringlets.
"Kurt, you are absolutely amazing." Rachel said, almost lost for words. Kurt just smirked before gently pushing her over to Mercedes. Rachel blushed when the girl handed her the 'approved' set of underwear (a strapless black bra with matching thong) as well as the dress.
"Go get dressed. Lover boy will be here soon." Rachel rushed into the bathroom, knowing that she didn't even want to attempt to argue with the girl about the fact that the dress was obviously not meant for November weather.
But when she pulled the dress on, she was tempted to refuse to wear it. There was no way she could go out in winter with such a small dress on! While it was a nice length, grazing the tops of her knees, it was still extremely thin and had spaghetti straps! She was going to freeze to death. Or at the very least, get pneumonia! And that would be horrible for her voice, especially with Sectionals in two weeks!
"I don't think this was such a good idea for an outfit. I mean, what if we are outside? I'm going to get sick, and then I won't be able to sing at Sectionals, which means we'll probably lose, meaning we'll not go to Regionals or Nationals. Maybe I should just wear something with, like sleeves or something." Rachel rambled as she exited the bathroom.
"No way Barbra. Now put these on and you should be ready." Kurt said, handing her black flats. Rachel sighed, but slipped her feet into the shoes, knowing that there was no way to talk them out of their decisions. Mercedes handed her the black mini-sweater, although Rachel didn't know how that was supposed to keep her warm. Seriously, it was like they really were out to get her killed or sick.
She was about to start protesting again when the doorbell rang and Rachel had to clamp her hand on her stomach to try and still the butterflies. They had been dating for weeks, yet she was nervous to go on an actual date. What if they didn't have anything to talk about? What if she got food on her teeth? What if-
"Diva, you better get down there to that boy or he's going to think you're standing him up." Mercedes said as she and Kurt packed up their stuff. She might not like Rachel all the time, but she could tell how anxious the smaller girl was. She gave Rachel a light push, which caused Rachel to jump slightly before nodding.
"Right…Noah's downstairs. For our date. I can do this." Rachel mumbled and Kurt had to stop himself from literally pushing the girl down the stairs. Instead, he picked up her small clutch purse, placed it in her hands, and pulled her down stairs.
Before Rachel could do or say anything more, Kurt wrenched the front door open, to a well-dressed Noah Puckerman's surprise. Kurt had to keep himself from drooling at the sight of Puck in dark, well-fit jeans and a button down black dress shirt. If I was into complete assholes, he would definitely be my number one crush. Thankfully, I'm more attracted to bashful idiots.
"Rachel, you look…" Puck trailed off when he saw Kurt, not wanting the guy to see Puck make a fool of himself over how beautiful Rachel was. Rachel smiled knowingly before she turned and gave the startled Kurt a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you so much for your help Kurt. And please tell Mercedes that I really appreciate it as well. I'm sorry that we're leaving before I could see you out."
"Don't worry about it doll. We're just about packed up and will be out of here in a few." Kurt said, not really sure how to respond to the kiss. He felt himself actually begin to like the petite girl a little more, shockingly enough.
Rachel smiled once more before turning back to Puck, who took her hand. Kurt watched the two walk to Puck's truck, where he opened her door and helped the small girl up into the vehicle before rounding it to get into the cab. Kurt waved to Rachel, who had beamed through the windshield and started waving. Lucky girl. I need a man ASAP!
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Puck tried to concentrate on his menu, but he found his eyes were continuously drawn to the small form sitting across from him. He felt like such a girl, but she literally took his breath away every time he looked at her.
She had shed that ridiculously small sweater, so her bare shoulders kept catching the light, meaning they kept catching Puck's gaze and he was shocked at how sexy he was finding her shoulders. Seriously, he was like losing testosterone by the minute if he was so fixated on a pair of shoulders! But they were fucking sexy as hell!
Thankfully, the waiter arrived and took their orders, so Puck was able to concentrate fully on the girl. Rachel kept giving him this shy smile, which he found adorable (shut up), as if they hadn't been dating for, like, ever.
"I can't believe you actually brought me to Breadstix! I hear it's the most favored restaurant in Lima. Although, since we only have a handful of them, I guess that's not really that difficult of a status to achieve. But I really appreciate you bringing me here, as I've never been." Rachel said, her smile turning into a full watt one.
"You've never been here? Really?" Puck asked, very surprised that there was anyone in Lima that hadn't been there.
"Nope, never. I try to prepare my own meals, as I try and avoid dairy products whenever possible. Plus I'm a vegan, and many places do not offer such a choice. But they have vegan spaghetti, so I'm excited to try it out." Rachel said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Puck was going to ask her something, but he lost his train of thought when her neck was exposed. Shit, like every single part of this girl was hot as hell and driving him crazy!
"You look really nice tonight Rach." Puck said, his voice dropping to a husky rumble that had goose bumps spreading over her skin.
"Thank you Noah, although Kurt and Mercedes deserve the credit. They had me stuck in a chair for two and a half hours to get this result. But you clean up very nicely as well." Rachel said, her eyes racking down the portion of his body she could see.
His tanned skin seemed to pop against the black shirt, which also caused his eyes to appear as a brighter green than their normal, blazing hazel. She bit her lip when she met those eyes, having to fight down a shiver. He was just so sexy! Okay, get the conversation on something other than how sexy he is!
"So how did your interview with Mr. Hummel go? Has he called you back?" Rachel asked, fiddling with her napkin.
"Actually, he did call me this afternoon. He says I can start Sunday, so that's good. And he said he'd pay me un-…in cash." Puck cut himself off, almost wincing when Rachel's eyes sharped.
"You mean he's going to pay you in cash so that you don't have to be legally employed? Isn't that illegal? Don't you have to pay taxes once you start working?" Rachel asked, trying to keep her voice calm and level.
She was trying to mature past the middle school girl that squealed to adults (well, unless it regarded Noah's bullying, which she never told any adults about) into someone who could hear the other person's view point.
"Yeah, I guess. It's just that, I can't really afford for the gov to take money out of a paycheck, especially since I got to try and get Quinn's medical bills paid before they go to a…what's it called?"
"A collection agency?"
"Yeah that. So I need cash as soon as possible, and Burt seemed cool with it." Puck shrugged, hoping she wouldn't get too upset. Sure, it was kinda illegal, but come on! He was 16. He didn't need a 'real' job, where you actually had to fill out paperwork and shit.
"I…I might not agree with your choice to do something illegal. However, I greatly admire you for wanting to help Quinn out. Although, I don't know if I agree that you have to pay off all the medical bills, as the situation was both of your faults. But I think you're a remarkable young man Noah." Rachel said, sliding her hand to grip his over the table top.
"I know technically it's both our faults. But…well I seem to be handling everything better than her, so I just don't want her to have to worry about the bills. And it's not like Finn is going to be able to find a job." Puck shrugged his shoulder, showing he was uncomfortable with the topic, but he didn't release her hand.
Rachel felt her stomach clench at the mention of Finn, but she pushed the feeling down. She was not going to allow herself to cause more hurt just to ease her conscious.
"Well, I still think you're amazing and I'm positive Quinn will be thrilled for the help. You've really started to mature Noah." Puck gave her a pained look, which caused Rachel to giggle. Maturing past a seventh grader was apparently not very badass.
Before Rachel could say anything else, the waiter brought their plates to the table. The two dug in, the conversation shifting to far less emotional topics, such as their favorites (movies, colors, bands, etc.).
Puck was surprised at how at ease he was, especially when divulging personal stuff with Rachel. He'd never really 'dated', except for Santana, but that was still more about the sex than actually getting to know her. He'd always just been after tail, but he was finding that the more he learned about Rachel Berry, the more appealing she became. So, true, she talked WAY too much and got crazy eyes sometimes. But he was also finding that he was actually finding those aspects of her personality…endearing (shut up).
Rachel was almost bouncing in her seat in happiness. While the two had been dating for weeks, this was the first time they had talked about nonsense things, things that one wouldn't really think were important. But those details are what made the other person tick, and if one wished to be in a long-term relationship, they would surely need to know and accept all aspects of the other, even the smallest little thing.
When Puck ordered a chocolate mousse cake for desert, Rachel had to resist giving in and ordering one as well. Being a vegan really sucked sometimes, as there were definitely eggs in the desert!
But when Puck's desert came, Rachel could literally feel her mouth water, and she had to stop herself from asking for a bite. Puck, however, had other ideas. He slid out of his booth and quickly slid into hers, pulling the plate in front of them.
"Noah what are you doing?" Rachel asked as she had to scoot over on the bench to make room for him. Puck merely dipped his spoon in the treat before bringing it to her lips. Rachel's eyes widened and she shook her head.
"C'mon Rach. You can't do anything for the chicks, so you mine as well enjoy this." Noah's voice was deep and husky, which made Rachel aware of the effect his closeness was having on her body; meaning it had gone taut with awareness, her skin seeming to hum a plea to be touched. Before she really knew what she was doing, her lips parted (which was so sexy!) and Puck fed her the delicious dish.
"Hmm." Rachel swallowed slowly, her eyes closing at the pure lusciousness. Puck held in a groan at the noise, not believing she could seriously be so sexy without trying.
After the first bite, the two took turns feeding the other (cheesy alert!). When they were done, the two couldn't get back to Puck's house fast enough, as they were both having issues keeping their hands off each other.
Once they were safely inside the Puckerman home, Rachel was almost thrown onto the couch, which caused her to giggle before she was covered by Puck. Her breath hitched when Puck's mouth began moving down her face to her throat, where he nipped and sucked on the tight skin.
Rachel moaned as she tried to pull Puck's shirt up, desperately wanting to feel his skin, but it was a button down, long sleeved shirt that was not giving into her demands. Puck lifted off of her when Rachel began pushing on his chest, thinking she was calling it quits for. But Rachel just continued to push until Puck was the one laying down and Rachel crawled onto him, giving him a little smirk that caused his dick to twitch.
Rachel settled herself over his hips, not being able to help herself as he ground down on his straining member, which caused Puck to let out a groan as his hands flew to her hips to keep her in contact with his jean covered member. Rachel ran her hands up his stomach and chest until she got to the first button, which she quickly started with, not wanting to prolong the activity, as she wasn't willing to torture both of them.
Puck's hands moved down from her hips, instead settling on her upper thighs, which had become exposed as her dress skirt was scrunched up due to her positioning. He smirked to himself as she shuddered when his fingers skimmed the silky skin, inching the dress up with ever upward stroke. Rachel finally got the last of the damn buttons undone and flung his shirt open, having to stop herself from whining when she found yet another barrier (a tank top) in her way.
Chuckling at the irritated look on her face, Puck pushed himself up so that they were both sitting up, which allowed him to remove the dress shirt and pull the tank top off. Rachel let out a happy hmm before she pushed him back down onto the couch, following him down so that she could plant her lips firmly back on his.
As their tongues battled for dominance, Puck skimmed his hands up her sides until he got to her breasts, which he gently began to massage, loving the feel of them, even with the clothing barriers.
Rachel tore her mouth from his, her back arching into his hands, pushing herself further into his hands. Even though she couldn't actually feel his heated touch, she felt like sparks were flying from her breasts down to her center, setting her alight. She stared down at his heavy gaze, which was positively sinful, seeing the affect she had on him, which Rachel found amazing considering he was the 'sex shark'.
Before she really knew what she was doing, Rachel whipped her dress up and over her head, leaving her clad in only her underwear. When the dress was fully removed, she looked back down at him, only to find him with a look of such hunger that Rachel could swear she could actually feel his hands on her.
"You're so sexy Rach." Puck's voice was husky and deep, sending tingles through her body, even as she bit her lip and brought her hands up to her cotton covered breasts. The set wasn't anything spectacular, simply a black cotton duo, but by his look and words, you would have thought she was wearing lace and silk.
"You're very attractive yourself Noah." Rachel murmured, which earned her a cocky smirk before he sat back up and skimmed his hands up her back. He leaned his head down and brought their lips back together, not able to get enough of her taste. His hands kept stroking her back, until he slowly unsnapped her bra, causing Rachel to gasp as the garment fell away, leaving her pressed skin to skin with him.
"Oh…no wait. Wait." Rachel panted as she pulled away from him, her eyes wide as she stared at him. Puck immediately dropped his hands to her waist, not wanting to push her, even though he felt like he would go crazy if she didn't touch him.
"I…it's too fast Noah. I know it's not our first time, but…I want our second time to be better than the first one. I mean…I want you…god I want you so much." Rachel said and pushed her mouth back onto his. Puck allowed her to kiss him again, but he knew Rachel, and if she had stopped them already, then they definitely were not going to be rounding the bases. And he was shocked that, even as his hard on was killing him (seriously killing him), he was okay with slowing down if that's what she wanted.
"Rach, we don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I'm just glad you let me kiss you, so if you're not ready to go further, than I understand." Puck said when they pulled away. Rachel bit her lip, the battle going on in her mind displayed clearly on her face. She did want him (like A LOT), and while she wasn't a virgin, she still didn't want to do this on his mother's couch.
"I'm sorry Noah. I can't seem to keep my hands off you, and yet I keep pulling away. I just…I don't want to do this in your mother's house, on her couch. I know it's going to be a lot better than that summer, but I just…I don't think I'm ready to take that step again." Rachel buried her head against his neck, not believing she was actually saying no. Her body was about to combust from arousal, and yet she was still saying no. She really hated herself at that moment.
"That's okay babe. We'll only do what you're comfortable with. And you know it'll be loads better. I got mad skills now." Puck said, and was thankful when she let out a giggle. He would have to take an ice cold shower, but he wasn't willing to push her too fast. Rachel lifted her head and pressed her lips against his, smiling against him mouth.
"Thank you Noah. But you know…just because I'm not ready for that doesn't mean I'm not willing to try some other things." The words came out in a husky whisper, and Puck swore he swelled even more. He watched as Rachel slid off his lap, finally exposing her breasts to his gaze. She smiled at him before she slid off the couch, where she pulled his legs until he turned and she was kneeling in front of him.
"Babe, you don't have to-" Rachel cut him off by unbuckling his jeans and tugging down. Puck lifted his hips to help her, and Rachel pulled the jeans and his boxers down his legs. She rolled her eyes at herself when she couldn't take them off, because he still had his shoes on. Once that annoyance was out of the way, Rachel sat the articles of clothing to the side and looked up, seeing his engorged cock.
"You've certainly matured physically." Rachel said as she placed her body between his legs. Puck almost whimpered (almost! Not actually! He was too badass to whimper. Seriously.) at the sight of her, with her small tits still on display, placed between his legs, so close to his pulsing dick.
Puck was about to reply with some snarky comment (at least he was sure that's what was going to come out of his mouth) when his head fell back to his shoulders when Rachel circled her small hand around him.
She bit her lip in uncertainty, no sure if she was going to be able to please him right. She had never actually given a hand, or blow, job, so she wasn't sure if she was doing it right. But she had to extensive research on the subject, so Rachel held onto her courage and lowered her head, giving the very tip a light kiss.
Puck let out a groan at the feel on her soft lips, not believing this was actually happening. While he had done almost everything sexual a guy could do with a girl, he still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Rachel Berry was giving him a blow job. It was completely crazy, and so hot Puck worried he wouldn't be able to hold on for very long.
Rachel watched him as his Adam's apple bobbed, which she found very sexy, thus giving her the extra boost she needed to lower her mouth further down on him. She swirled her tongue around him as best she could (which was a little difficult since he filled her mouth almost completely), and brought her hand up to stroke the base. She alternated between firmer and gentler squeezes, until she found that he responded more to the firmer touches.
Puck was in heaven. It was officially, he had died and he had somehow managed to fool the people up there into letting him the pearly gates. Because, seriously, Rachel's mouth on him was totally the best thing ever.
Rachel slowly pulled away, allowing her tongue to swirl around the weeping head before pulling back fully. Puck let out a moan at the loss, but Rachel just smirked as she pumped her hand up and down, giving a light twist with each one. She brought her other hand up to his sack, which she massaged gently, loving that it caused the tissue in her hands to twitch.
"You know Noah, there was something I found out at the beginning of this year that I really didn't think I would have use for. Would you like to know what I found out?" Puck lifted his head, his eyes showing his utter confusion as to why in hell she was trying to have a logical conversation with him while she was tugging and pumping him. The girl was clearly crazy, because Puck was having a hard time just focusing on her face, let alone her words, so he just let out a strangled sound that could possibly pass for a 'yes'.
"So after attempting a stupid activity to try and make myself as feel more beautiful and skinny, I found out that…I don't have a gag reflex." Puck's eyes widened at the statement and he let out a strangled noise. Rachel smirked at him.
"Babe…please." Puck's voice was hoarse and Rachel took pity on him, sliding her mouth back over the throbbing head. Puck lowered his hands into her hair, guiding her head further down onto him. When she actually did lower herself all the way down, Puck's eyes nearly crossed when he felt her throat close around him.
"Arg." Puck wasn't sure what sound came out of his mouth, but when Rachel hummed, her throat was like, vibrating and shit. Add that onto her hands still playing with his jewels and Puck didn't think he would actually be able to keep himself from coming. When she set up a fast pace, with her mouth pulling back until just the tip was encased and then lowering back down, Puck knew he was loss.
"Babe, I hate to-ah-um. I don't think-fuck. You got to stop." Rachel lifted her head, a confused and hurt look on her face.
"Is something wrong? I thought I was doing it correctly. The sites on the internet portrayed a very similar method, so I thought I would be okay. What am I doing wrong?" Puck twitched at the thought of Rachel Berry watching porn. Jeez she was going to kill him.
"You're great Rach. Amazing actually. I just didn't want to…surprise you is all." Puck said as he took a firm grip on his cock. Rachel watched as he stroked up and down, transfixed at the sight of him touching himself. When he leaned over to the side table and grabbed a tissue, Rachel's eyes widened in understanding.
"Oh…I wouldn't have minded Noah. How are you ever supposed to know if you enjoy something if you never try it?" Puck whimpered, literally whimpered, when she said that. Rachel took that as the signal to bat his hands away and lower her full lips back down onto him. Puck let out a rasp sound when her throat once more circled him, Rachel swallowing so that the muscles milked him. And Puck felt his hips surge off the couch as he let out a strangled moan as he erupted into her throat.
Thanks to Puck's actions, Rachel was prepared for the bursts of heat into her throat. While she realized that she did not get the full…flavor…of him, as there were only a few taste buds in her throat, she was delighted to find out that she didn't really mind his taste. It was salt and weird, but Rachel was confident that she could get used to it. Besides, the rest of him tasted delicious, so she was sure she'd end up loving going down on him.
When Rachel released him, Puck just stared at her for the longest time, until Rachel began to fidget with nervousness. The next thing she knew, Puck had pulled her back onto the couch and was ravaging her mouth, not even caring that he could still taste himself. He was so beyond caring, all he wanted to do was show her how much he had enjoyed that. Because, and he was surprised by the fact, that was probably the best head he'd ever gotten. Even better than Santana.
Rachel moaned into his mouth, but then let out a cry of loss when he pulled away. But Puck just kept moving his body down until he was face to face with her pert peaks. Rachel gazed down at the Mohawk, lightly running her fingers through the short hairs as he gazed at her assets. She quickly began moaning in pleasure when he took first one, than the other, nipple into his mouth, paying each one with due respect.
After what felt like hours, Puck finally moved away from her chest, which caused Rachel to try and tug him back up. Puck gave her a devilish smirk as he continued south, lapping at her skin until he reached her panties. Rachel's breath hitched in her throat when he lightly nuzzled her through the cotton, and she lifted her hips when he began tugging at the material.
When Puck finally got the damn piece of cloth away, he was caught off guard to how, well pretty, she looked. She definitely hadn't been lying about waxing everywhere. He lightly skimmed his fingers over her, loving that there wasn't even the usually razor bumps. Rachel's breath continued to come out in puffs, Puck leaned forward and blew against her heated flesh, causing Rachel to shiver.
Puck lightly skimmed a finger over her petal soft lips, causing Rachel's hips to jerk. He smirked up at her again before lightly parting her so that he could get his first glimpse of the treasure hidden beneath. She was all pink and glistening, and Puck couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
Rachel threw her head back and let out a (fucking awesome) moan at the swipe of his tongue. She had had sex before, but this was the first time anyone had done this to her. Rachel couldn't stop herself when her hands gripped the short hairs of his hawk, keeping his face pressed tightly against her.
Puck let out a chuckle at her actions, the hot breath against her heated, pulsing center making Rachel gasp and raise her hips, anything to get him back to pleasuring her. Puck slowly stroked one finger up her slit, letting it get nice and wet (she's so fucking wet!) before he slowly inserted it into her weeping opening. Rachel shuddered at the intrusion, her hips giving a slight buck as her inner muscles tried to strangle the poor digit.
Puck continued to finger her slot as he concentrated his tongue and lips to her little nub. Rachel couldn't stop herself from moaning, or whimpering, or withering; all she could do was enjoy the ride and marvel at the wonders he could perform with his mouth and hands. When he added a second finger and began to curl up Rachel thought she saw stars. Like literal stars.
As he went about getting Rachel off, Puck couldn't help but appreciate what a sight she made. Her breasts were still exposed, and every time she wiggled against his hand, they jiggled in the most enticing way. They might not be very large, but she was a small girl, so they suited her perfectly. And besides, they were a handful, and that's all one really needs.
When he could tell Rachel was close, if the muttered curses (so fucking hot!) were anything to go by, Puck latched his mouth onto her clit and began sucking, while his fingers moved in and out of her, making sure to hit her g-spot with every inward stroke.
When Rachel came undone, Puck couldn't remember a more sexy sight he'd ever been privy to witnessing. Her head was thrown back, her chest heaved, her hands were in a death grip on his head and Puck couldn't get enough of her. He finally slowed his attentions, having swallowed her essence completely, until he finally stopped, her legs twitching every time his tongue passed over her.
Rachel just stared up at the ceiling, not believing she had just had the most powerful orgasm of her life on Leah Puckerman's couch. But even though she knew she should be appalled, Rachel couldn't even get up enough energy to move, let alone have a freak out.
Puck smirked to himself, feeling completely and utterly badass. He had gotten Rachel freaking Berry to lose her shit. It was AMAZING! He skimmed his hands up and down her thighs, loving the way she would shudder as if his mere touch was making her feel aftershocks. He grabbed her dress and sat down next to her, smirking more when her head fell heavily onto his shoulder.
"Noah…that was…" Rachel couldn't even seem to form a full thought, which just made him smirk even more (if that's possible). Rachel Berry, lost for words. I am a fucking GOD!
"Yeah babe, it was. Do you want to…watch a movie or something?" Puck asked, not really sure how to act. He hadn't really ever been with a girl the way he was with Rachel, and without having sex, he didn't really get how to go about things. It had always been bam bam thank you mam; he'd never like cuddled or any shit like that.
"Um…sure let me just…get cleaned up." Rachel said, a blush working its way over her body. Puck loved the way it started at her tits and moved up. He wanted to reach out and fondle her, but he could tell that Rachel was beginning to get embarrassed. So he just watched as she grabbed the dress from his hands and scurried around the couch, grabbing her bra and underwear off the floor as she went.
Letting out a sigh of loss, Puck got up and got dressed before he opened a window, trying to let out the musky smell. They might not have had sex, but it sure smelled like they did, and Puck found himself getting turned on again at the thought of their two scents mingling. Puck was surprised when Rachel came barreling back into the room, a look of shock and (maybe) fear on her pretty face.
"Do you know what time it is Noah? It's almost 1 o'clock in the morning! My dads are going to KILL me!" Rachel said, grabbing her sweater and sitting down hurriedly to slip her flats back on. Puck's eyes widened, not believing how late it was; where had the time gone? Oh yea, there it went, and it was AWESOME!
"I thought you didn't have a curfew?" Puck said as he grabbed his letterman's jacket. Rachel quickly moved out of the house and to his truck, tapping her foot in impatience when he stopped to lock the front door before joining her at the truck.
"I don't, but that is because they expect me to be responsible and make it home at a decent hour. 1 o'clock is not a decent hour to arrive home from one's first date with their boyfriend." Rachel could feel herself blushing more, the thought that her dads would just know that they had done something, making her feel a little nauseous. Sure, they were really laid back and trusted her to make her own decisions, but for one's parents to know that their baby girl was having sexual relations was just asking too much.
Puck tried to calm her down on the drive back to her house, but he failed miserably. He was a little mad (okay he was hurt) that she could go from being sexy and wanting to freaking the fuck out. Jeez, it's not like they had sex. When they finally reached the house, Rachel let a small noise of distress when it became apparent that at least one of her dads was awake. And then Puck remembered that she had not one, but two fathers, and he could feel himself begin to sweat.
"Mine as well get this done. I had a really good night Noah, thank you for taking me out." Rachel said, looking over at him (does he look a little green?). Puck tried to smile at her, but he was beginning to picture Leroy rushing out of the house with a shotgun, ready to blow his head off for defiling Rachel.
He was shocked out of his thoughts when he felt the warm press of her lips against his cheek. He turned his face and captured her full lips with his, saying to hell with her dads because if he died while kissing her, than that was cool. The girl could fucking kiss like a champ, so Puck thought it was an okay way to go.
Rachel pulled back and gave him a small, very private (meaning sexy!) smile before she slid out of the truck. Before Puck knew what he was doing, he was also out of the vehicle and had grabbed her hand, walking her back to her doorstep. Dude, he was so fucking whipped!
The two shared another kiss before Rachel moved into the house, smiling at him again before slowly closing and locking the door. She sighed in contentment, not even caring anymore about her dads, the glow of being with Noah too powerful for anything to diminish it.
"Have a good date honey?" Rachel took a deep breath before turning towards the living room, where Hiram was waiting up. She gave the short man a beaming smile before nodding.
"It was fantastic daddy. Noah took me to Breadstix and, even though I'll have to pay for it for a couple of days, we had this chocolate mousse cake thing that was delicious. And we went to his house and watched a movie and…it was just amazing." Rachel said, her voice trailing off dreamily.
Hiram smiled at her, glad that she was finally getting the attention she deserved, even if he knew she was undoubtedly getting physical with Noah. You can't keep them babies forever. They have to grow up sometime. And the only thing a parent can do is make sure their children are prepared for the experiences of adulthood.
"That's great honey. I'm so glad Noah was able to make the night a dream. You deserve to have many nights like tonight, and I want you to make sure that Noah treats you right. He might be the son of a close family friend, but if he hurts you, I won't be able to keep myself or your dad from seeking retribution." Hiram said seriously, which just caused Rachel to smile and let out a giggle at the thought of her daddy trying to take on Noah.
"Also, it's not any of my or your dad's business what you and Noah do, as you're both mature young adults capable of making your own decisions or mistakes. But please make sure both of you are being responsible. And I mean more than just using protection honey. In this day and age, STIs are on the rise and I would hate either of you to have to deal with any such infections for the rest of your lives. So just, be responsible and I'm glad you had a good night." Hiram said hurriedly, knowing he wouldn't have the courage to say everything if he waited too long. While Rachel just stood there in shock, Hiram kissed her on the cheek before making his way upstairs, where Leroy was waiting to know how the night went.
I cannot believe I didn't think of that! What if Noah has something without knowing it and now I have it? What if I've picked something up? The test results from when I got my Pap smear haven't come back yet. Oh god, I have to talk to Noah.
Rachel quickly ran upstairs and locked herself into her room, pulling her phone out of the small bag before quickly sending a text to Puck. She couldn't lay or sit down, so she just paced back and forth in front of her desk, waiting for Puck to answer her.
*Noah, I really need to talk to you when you get home. Please call me!*
Rachel almost dropped her phone when it started vibrating in her hand. Taking a deep breath, she flipped the bedazzled phone open.
"Oh Noah, we've been so irresponsible! What if we're both infected now? What if one of us gave the other a disease that will most likely not be cured in our lifetimes! I can't believe we were so stupid and couldn't wait to get tested! We-"
"Whoa, whoa slow down there killer. What are you talking about?" Puck's deep voice washed over Rachel, calming her enough for her to actually take a breath and think.
"We haven't been tested for STIs recently. Well, I mean I have, because it's routine when having a Pap smear. But you need to get tested, like tomorrow, so that we can get our test results back quickly. What if one of is infected and didn't know it, and now we've infect the other?"
"Rach, calm down. I'm sure your test results will show you're clean, since you're totally responsible. And I'm clean, so don't worry about it."
"How do you know you're clean? Have you been tested recently? With your history, I mean, um…" Rachel trailed off, afraid she might offend him.
"Babe, I was tested last month and I haven't been with anyone since. With my history, I've always made sure to get monthly or bimonthly screenings. So don't worry." Rachel let out a breath at his words, her body slumping into her desk chair in relief. Logically, she had known she was clean since she was tested after her last sexual relationship, but fear had made her a little irrational. Only a little.
"That's great news Noah, thank you for being so responsible about your health. I should have trusted you to be adult enough to actually make sure you clear, I just had a little…melt down I guess is the best way to describe it. I apologize that I freaked out on you."
"It's cool babe, I already knew you were crazy." Puck laughed at her huff of exacerbation; she really was too easy to rile sometimes.
"I am not crazy you Neanderthal!" Rachel couldn't keep the laughter out of her voice, which was really counterproductive, but he just made her happy and want to laugh.
"Yeah, okay crazy. So what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Well, I have a dance class in the morning, as we're preparing for our winter recital."
"Do you want to hang out after football practice then?"
"I would love to hang out with you Noah, always. But don't you think you should spend at least one day of the weekend with your friends? Since you're starting work at Mr. Hummel's on Sunday, and you spent tonight with me, maybe you should dedicate tomorrow to your friends. I don't want to be the girlfriend that the guy friends think hog their friend and never let him out by himself." Rachel heard Puck chuckle, but she really didn't want to be that girlfriend.
"Fine, don't hang out with me. You're going to miss my hot body though, so be prepared." Rachel let out a laugh, rolling her eyes at his smugness.
"You are so full of yourself Noah Puckerman. Now I have to take a shower before going to be, since I have to actually get up earlier than you. Good night Noah." Rachel said as she stood, beginning to strip.
"You're really mean to tease me with the image of you taking a shower! All naked and wet and sexy." Puck's voice had dropped several decibels, causing a shiver of want to snake down her body.
"Well, I'm sorry that I make it so hard for you Noah." Rachel bit her lip when Puck's groan sounded in her ear.
"You are so mean to me!"
"You love it Noah, don't even try to say otherwise. But I really do have to go, so I'll talk to you later. Bye." Rachel quickly hung up the phone before he could say anything else in that sexy, husky voice that made her entire body turn into a pile of goo.
After her shower, which she had had to keep short to keep herself from thinking about Noah and what he might be doing, Rachel quickly dried off and got dressed for bed. If she spent an obscene amount of time getting to bed, she wasn't going to tell anyone, especially Noah. She was slightly disappointed though, since after the stars Puck had produced, her own hand just wasn't was good anymore. Damn. Monday could not come fast enough.
AN: I know it's shorter than the others, but I just needed to get this done. I hope you guys liked it and I apologize for any mistakes. Please review! They make me super happy!