AN: Okay, so here's the second part of the Winter Break chapter. I'm still feeling ill, but thankfully Dayquil keeps my head pretty clear. Thanks for the awesome reviews for the last chapter!
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Chapter 12: Winter Break, Part 2
"We really need to get dressed, Noah, or we're not ever going to leave the house." Rachel murmured, her face nuzzled into his chest. They'd gotten out of the shower almost twenty minutes ago, and she knew that she needed to blow dry her hair soon.
"I know babe." Puck's voice was a grimace, the thought of abandoning the diva's comfortable bed disappointing. But she was right, and they had shit to do today, or else Santana was going to go all Lima Heights on their asses.
Sighing, Rachel pulled away from him and stood, tightening the towel around herself so that they didn't get side tracked again. Puck just laid there watching as she moved around the room, hoping the towel would get dislodged by all the movement.
"Could you strip the bed after you get dressed? I want to wash the sheets."
He found it adorable (shut up) that her face heated at the statement, the more innocent girl coming forward as the sex kitten went into hiding. How she could be the two at the same time blew his mind and just knowing what a freak she could actually be in bed while keeping that chaste face on had him going to half-mast in an instant.
"Sure, babe."
Giving a little nod, Rachel ducked back into the bathroom, making sure to firmly close the door. She thought about locking it, just to prove she meant it about getting ready, but she didn't want to put a barrier between them. Besides, she hoped to have her hair dry by the time Puck returned from putting the linens in the laundry room.
Puck groaned to himself before rolling off the bed, letting the towel fall to the floor as he searched for his clothes. It took some time, as the articles were strewn all around the room, but he was finally redressed and set about pulling the sheets from the bed.
He also picked up her used clothes and dumped them into the hamper, making sure the room was clean once more. No need to outright alert the daddy Berries to their activities, even though they already knew what was going to happen when they left that morning.
Grabbing the hamper, he made his way down the hall and into the guest bathroom, which also housed the washer and dryer behind some pocket doors.
After living with his ma for 16 years, he knew girls had clothes that couldn't go in the washer and shit because they shrunk or changed colors. So to be safe and save himself a rant, Puck only loaded the sheets into the washer, feeling safe since they were simple cotton.
If they'd been anything else, he'd had said fuck it, because he wasn't willing to lose the ground they'd covered today. Satisfied he hadn't done anything to upset the drama queen, Puck made his way back into her room to see her pulling skinny jeans on over a pair of dark purple silk panties.
"Damn babe. I don't know how you expect me not to jump your bones when you wear shit like that." Jumping in surprise, Rachel turned to look at his leering face. Rolling her eyes, she pulled up the zipper and made sure the jeans were secure before turning towards the bed.
"I would hope that you'd have developed better impulse control as you've aged, Noah." Okay, so Rachel may be being mean a little, as she was purposefully facing him now so that he could see her front, but he'd get over it.
Her toned tummy gleamed in the light and the silk bra did this awesome push and lift thing to her tits, making Puck want to bury his face in the mounds. Sexy little minx knew exactly what she was doing.
"Rach, 'impulse control' is the last thing on my mind." Puck said, hand sliding down his front to rest against his jean covered member suggestively.
Giving a small laugh, Rachel pulled the pink and white striped rugby sweater from the bed and pulled it over her head. Puck had to fight back a groan as she continued to tease him, knowing they had to get out of the room soon or he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Straightening the sweater out, Rachel fixed her curled hair before grabbing her socks and sitting to pull them on; followed by the boots her fathers had gotten her. She'd bought the top when she'd had the little melt down a few months ago, so she hoped it met with her friends' approval as it wasn't something she'd normally wear.
Watching Rachel get dressed was a lot more hot then he'd ever thought it could be, since she was actually covering all her luscious skin and all. But Puck found himself getting even more turned on, if that was possible, the more items she wiggled into. God he was so fucking whipped it wasn't even funny.
Smiling to herself, Rachel stood to retrieve the star earrings and the fleece jacket from her pile of presents, along with a black crochet beret, before turning to her boyfriend, who hadn't moved from his position of leaning against her doorframe.
"Thank you for taking the sheets to the laundry room, Noah. I'm just going to go start them and I'll meet you downstairs."
"I already did."
"Oh…thank you, that was very thoughtful of you." Rachel beamed at him, making his heart do that clenching shit again. He really was gonna die of a heart attack, as this had to be unhealthy.
"No probs, babe." Puck said with a shrug, trying to downplay how unbadass he felt at the moment. But he decided to overlook it when she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a loving kiss, figuring it was worth it to get such a reaction.
Pulling away, Rachel gave him another soft smile before turning back to the bed to grab a bag he hadn't noticed before.
"What's that for?"
"My dad said Santana asked if I could stay the night, so I thought it would be a good idea to pack an overnight bag." Rachel replied as she unplugged her phone charger from the wall to put inside the bag. Seeing her alert light flashing, she flipped open the phone to see several missed calls and text from her friends.
"It appears as if our activities have kept me sufficiently unawares of the outside world." At his confused look, Rachel showed him the missed calls, which only earned a shrug.
"We had important things to do, babe. The rest of the gleeks can just get over it." Rolling her eyes at him, knowing no matter how many times she asked him not to call them that that he wouldn't stop, Rachel slung the bag and jacket over her arm and headed out of the room.
"I'll just call them in a few minutes to make sure everything is alright. I don't know when Santana wanted me to come over, so I'd better call her soon."
Puck followed her downstairs as she continued to ramble, not really bothering with concentrating on the conversation. His girl was in some tight as fuck jeans, so he was side tracked.
"Sounds like a plan, babe."
The two made their way into the living room and Puck thought he'd better check his own phone, knowing it'd probably gotten just as blown up as Rachel's. This proved a correct assumption, as he had almost ten missed called from Satan and several from Mike and Matt.
"Noah, will you help me?" Turning to look at her, he saw Rachel holding the charm bracelet up next to her wrist. Stepping over to her, he fumbled with the clasp before getting it secure. The makers of those things seriously had it out for guys with their small ass locks.
"Thank you." Rachel said softly before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face downward. Puck wrapped his own arms around her, pulling her flush against him as their mouths started the very familiar tango once more.
When they pulled away, Rachel rested her face against his shoulder, content to just stand there with him. After the amazing morning they'd shared, she was reluctant to let the rest of the world back into their love bubble.
Knowing how uncomfortable he'd be if others found out he'd confessed his feelings, Rachel knew she had to relish this time together as much as possible because he would probably clam up once they were no longer alone.
"I love you, Noah. You've made this the most amazing birthday I could have ever imagined." Stroking a large hand over her tresses, Puck could feel his ego swell just a little at her words. Hell yeah he'd made today awesome.
"I love you too, Rachel." He didn't miss the happy noise she made at his words, or the way her arms tightened around him. They were interrupted when her phone started buzzing angrily on the couch where she'd set it, making the two separate with sheepish looks before she picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"It's about damn time, Berry! Do you know how many times I've called you? What the fuck have you been doing that you've been ignoring my calls?"
"Hello to you too, Santana."
Puck chuckled as he heard the angry Latina, her voice clearly traveling from the phone because of her volume. He moved away from the short diva to slip his wallet into his back pocket and stuff his over shirt into his guitar case, not able to actually wear it since he couldn't get the picture of Rachel in it out of his mind.
"Chica, you better be happy it's your birthday or else I'd go all Lima Heights on you. You need to get your ass moving, as we're almost to your house."
The line went dead suddenly and Rachel just stared at her phone for a moment before clicking it shut. Sometimes she still wondered why or how she was friends with Santana.
"I think I'm in trouble." Puck chuckled at her words, pulling her against him for another deep kiss before he reached over and grabbed his jacket.
"She'll get over it, babe. I gotta head out, though."
Pouting, Rachel watched as he pulled on his jacket, not wanting him to leave. But it was for the best, especially since she had a whole lot of angry Latina headed her way. Grabbing her own jacket, she pulled it on and fixed the beret on her head before linking her arm with his.
"I'll walk you to your truck." Puck just kissed the top of her head and headed towards the door, his guitar case clutched in one hand.
The two were half way to his truck when Santana's cherry red mustang pulled up to the curb, making Rachel sigh a little. It figured it would be her luck that they'd arrive before Puck was gone.
"You've ignored me for Puck? That's fucked up, B." Santana said as she stepped from her car, sending a glare towards the mohawked boy. Brittany also got out of the car, sending a happy wave their way.
"I did not mean to ignore you, Santana. My phone was on vibrate and I simply did not hear it." Rachel replied, which earned an eye roll from the other Cheerio. Ignoring her friend, Rachel let Puck pull her the rest of the way to his truck, where he spent a few minutes playing tonsil hockey with her before releasing her.
"Is your house open, Lopez?" Puck called out as he stashed his guitar in the cab.
"Yeah, Mike and Matt are already there. Now release my girl so we can get going."
Chuckling a little, Puck leaned down for another quick kiss before he lightly pushed her away, giving her rump a slap. Yelping a little, Rachel turned wide eyes at him, but he just smirked at her as he climbed into his truck.
Shaking her head at her incorrigible boyfriend, Rachel stepped away from the vehicle so he could start the engine and pull away, headed towards Santana's to help set up. Turning to see her two friends staring at her, Rachel blushed before rushing back to the house to grab her overnight bag and small black purse. Setting the alarm and locking the door, Rachel turned back to make her way over to her friends.
"Happy birthday, Ray!" Brittany said excitedly once she'd reached them, pulling the small girl into a hug.
"Thanks, Britt." Rachel replied as she was released, smiling at her bubbly friend. She didn't care what anyone said about her, the blonde was one of the most remarkable people she'd ever met.
"Yeah, happy b-day, Rach. Now let's go." Santana grumbled as she got back into the driver's seat. Rachel knew she'd get over her irritation in a few minutes so just slid into the backseat, pulling her phone from her jacket pocket when she felt if buzz.
*D't let S torture u 2 much. C u in a few hours. Luv you, babe. U look beautiful by the way.*
Smiling to herself and feeling her stomach flutter with butterflies, Rachel sent a quick reply, amazed at how much she loved Noah Puckerman.
*I'm sure Santana will get over her anger in a little while. Besides, her ill temper is definitely worth it, as I wouldn't have changed anything from this morning. Thank you for the complement, and I think you look quiet handsome yourself. I love you too. I can't wait to spend more time with you.*
*U & me both. I cn't wait to peel those jeans off u and explr that silk underneath.*
*We'll have to figure something out, then. See you later.*
Blushing, Rachel put her phone in her purse and saw Santana giving her a knowing little smirk from the rearview mirror. Biting her lip, Rachel tried to fight down the blush as she fidgeted in her seat.
"So what've you gotten for your birthday, Ray?" Brittany asked, turning to peer over the seat at her with a wide smile.
"Uh…my dads got me tickets to see Wicked in January and several other things, since we've all seemed to forgotten Hanukkah this year."
"What's Hanukkah?" Brittany asked with a confused look, making Rachel smile softly at her.
"It's a Jewish holiday, Britt. It's basically our Christmas, only it lasts for eight days and nights and you give people small little gifts for each night." She knew there was a whole lot more to the holiday and traditions, but knowing her friend got confused easily, the brunette figured she'd keep it as simple as possible.
"Oh…so you don't get presents from Santa?" Seeing how serious she was, Rachel's eyes met Santana's in the mirror before she shook her head.
"No, uh…Santa only brings gifts for…Christians. It uh…goes against our beliefs to get presents from him, since we've already gotten them from Hanukkah." Grasping at straws, Rachel just hoped that Brittany believed her, as it was apparent the blonde still believed in Saint Nick.
"Oh…have you written to him? Because I'm sure Santa would be happy to give you more presents, as long as you're good. And you're like the nicest person I know, so he should give you presents." At a loss for words, Rachel could only nod.
"Uh…sure Britt, you're right. I'll write him and hopefully he'll visit me this year." Sending a nod at her, Santana pulled into the mall's parking lot, glad her friend always seemed to be able to spare Brittany from feeling stupid.
"Alright, let's get this shit done." Climbing from the vehicle, the three made their way into the mall, Rachel's pinkies linked with her friends'.
"Where are we going?"
"We're meeting Lady Lips and Wheezy at the spa." Santana replied, leading them towards their destination. Before Rachel could reprimand her friend, she spotted Kurt and Mercedes sitting outside the spa, reading fashion magazines.
"Hey guys!" Rachel smiled, earning grins from her two newest friends.
"Hey, Rachel. Happy birthday." Mercedes said, standing. They might still be on shaky ground, as she still found the petite girl annoying at times, she was trying to be nicer. Rachel had single handily saved Sectionals for them, so the black diva thought it was the least she could do.
"Yeah, happy birthday day, Rach." She beamed at them, almost blinding them with the flash of pearly whites in her excitement. It still amazed her that she could actually call the glee clubbers friends.
"Thanks! It's been amazing so far!" Rachel replied, pulling them both into a quick hug.
"I'm sure, Santana texted that Puck was over." Mercedes said with a little knowing smirk, which made Rachel blush.
"Yes, Noah had breakfast with my fathers and me this morning." Rachel mumbled as they made their way into the spa.
"He came over at whatever time this morning to have breakfast?" Santana asked with a doubtful look before turning to the receptionist and getting them signed in.
"Yes, it was lovely and very thoughtful." Rachel said, a little irritated that Santana didn't believe her. But no one really knew Puck, Noah, the way she did, so she shouldn't be very surprised that they found it hard to believe.
"What'd he get you?" Kurt wondered out loud as they were led into a changing room.
"Oh! They're wonderful! He got me this charm bracelet and this necklace! And wrote me a song!" Rachel gushed, showing them the jewelry with a beaming smile. The four shared surprised looks, not expecting the sex shark to be so romantic.
"Wow, Ray, those are so pretty! What'd he sing?" Brittany asked happily, lifting her wrist so she could examine the charms.
Rachel knew Puck would probably get teased, especially by Santana, but she couldn't keep her joy to herself. It was simply too overwhelming to attempt to keep within her own person.
"Oh, it was so beautiful, Britt. It was about us being 'Musical Soulmates' and it's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. I still can't believe he wrote me a song." Rachel couldn't stop smiling as she stripped down to her underwear and pulled on a spa robe.
"Wow, I didn't know Puck had it in him. So you gave it up to him or what? Because the shit eating smirk on his face says you did." Santana asked, pulling on her own robe. When she saw the bright crimson of Rachel's face, she couldn't stop from snorting.
"Rachel! Oh, you have to tell us!" Kurt said excitedly, his eyes gleaming with the thought of new gossip. This only made the diva blush deeper, especially when Brittany started clapping in excitement and bouncing around, demanding to know.
"I'm not really comfortable having this discussion." Rachel said as they made their way into the massage parlor, where five tables were waiting along with attendants. Santana must have called to specify what she wanted, and Rachel didn't even want to know how much this must have cost.
"Chica, please. We've already gotten past this, remember? Now spill." Santana said as she took her place on a table, sending a smirk at the male masseuse. Rachel pouted a little as she too got comfortable, even more uncomfortable now that there were five strangers around.
"It was…amazing, alright. It exceeded any and all expectations I had."
"C'mon, girl, we want details." Mercedes said, earning sounds of agreements from the others and making the small diva give a huff of resignation.
There was no way they were going to let this go, and she didn't even know why she'd expected them to. She should know by now that her friends had no regard for privacy and always wanted to know the juicy details between footballer and drama queen.
"Fine, but you can't tell anyone the details, as it's no one's business but Noah's and mine. So after he sang me the song I admitted that I loved him…"
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"Where the hell have you been, man? Santana's been riding my ass all morning since you were MIA." Matt grumbled when he spotted Puck sauntering into the living room, back pack slung over his shoulder. He still didn't understand how he'd gotten roped into helping set up for the party.
"Dude, I don't wanna know 'bout how Satan rides anythin' of yours." Matt rolled his eyes at his friend before he paused in moving furniture around, giving the mohawked teen a scrutinizing look.
"What the hell are you lookin' at, Rutherford?" Puck demanded, getting wigged out at the way his friend was peering at him. Matt gave out a hoot and called for Mike, waiting until the Asian appeared before pointing at Puck gleefully.
"Puck got laid!" Eyes widening at the sudden revelation, Mike looked at Puck and noticed the shit eating smirk on his face. Which couldn't be prevented from widening a fraction, as he remembered the wild roller coaster he'd been on with his girl all morning.
"Dude, congrats!" Mike fist bumped his friend, pleased his friend had finally gotten some.
"So, how was it?" Matt asked, sitting on the arm of the couch he'd been rearranging. This was not gossiping…it was just male bonding over a bro getting some, that was all.
Puck thought about refusing to answer, as he knew Berry would be furious, but they were his boys and he'd never hesitated in bragging before. And he had a shit ton to brag about today, so Puck couldn't stop himself from puffing up a little as he smirked at his friends.
"You remember that day she blew me in the bathroom? It was like, times ten of that day. The things that girl can do should be illegal. Like in the shower we…"
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When they made it to Santana's, Rachel had finally managed to quell her blushing and ignore the smirks on her friends' faces, excited to see Puck again. Making their way into the house, Rachel was surprised to see Artie and Tina had already arrived and were both engrossed in a video game with the other boys.
"Really, this is what you've spent the afternoon doing? Did you even get the liquor?" Santana demanded loudly, hand on her hip and fire in her eyes. The others gave little jumps of surprise before turning to her with sheepish grins.
"Course we did, Lopez. No need to freak out. Hey babe." Puck said, standing and pulling his girl to him for a kiss. Ignoring the snickers and catcalls, Rachel wrapped her arms around him and let his tongue into her mouth to play with hers, content to just be in his arms.
"Alright love birds, we got a party to get started." Santana said, moving over to flip on the radio. Pulling back reluctantly, the two shared a look before they turned back to their friends.
"Happy birthday, Rach." Matt said, earning a smile and hug from the little diva.
He smirked at the irritated look Puck sent his way, hugging her a little longer than was necessary just to mess with him. Scowling, Puck crossed his arms over his chest as Mike repeated the gesture, also grinning over Rachel's head at the fuming boy.
"Thank you so much, Michael, Mathew." Rachel beamed at them before stepping back and accepting the cup that was suddenly in front of her face from Santana.
"Let's get our drink on!" Santana said, raising her own cup in a salute before taking a deep gulp and pulling Matt towards the kitchen to make more drinks. Turning to Puck, Rachel grinned up at him as she took a tentative drink, her face scrunching up at the taste.
"Babe, you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to drink to have a good time." Puck asked, pulling her closer to him by her hips. Rachel bit her lip before giving a little nod.
"Yes, I believe I do. I've never had alcohol before or at least, not anything other than the occasional glass of champagne on New Year's. I think it will be good to have some more life experiences under my belt, especially if I'm ever given the role of an alcoholic or the like. Just…don't let me do anything I'll regret too much, okay?"
"Sure, babe. But if you're determined to get drunk off your face, it'd probably be easier for you if you had a chaser."
"A what?"
"A chaser. It's something you drink to chase down the alcohol, like a soda or something. Once you get shit faced, you won't mind the taste so much, but until then you might wanna try that." Giving a nod, Rachel leaned up for another kiss before pulling him into the kitchen, where everyone had gathered.
"Let's party!" Rachel said, lifting her cup up excitedly, earning laughs and cheers from the other glee members.
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Music thumping, the teens were in various states of drunkenness as they danced around the living room, the furniture thankfully moved against the walls to keep them from tripping over it. Puck had kept himself down to a mere buzzed, not wanting to get plastered incase Rachel needed help.
Poor thing had already upchucked twice, but she was still going strong. Thank god she always carried a tooth brush on her, as she turned out to be a very horny drunk and no matter how hot she was, Puck wasn't into vomit breathe. Eh, no thank you.
"Let's play 'Never Have I Ever'!" Brittany yelled, bouncing on Mike's lap in her excitement, making the tall teen groan before she scurried off him to get the shot glasses. They all piled on the floor around the coffee table, ready to get their drink on even more.
"Okay, I go first! Never have I ever…had sex today!" Brittany exclaimed, giggling loudly when Puck and Rachel both took sheepish shots, along with Matt and Santana.
"Okay, okay. Never have I ever…checked out dudes in the locker room." Matt said, not really knowing what to say. When Kurt took a guilty shot, the other guys looked shocked.
"Dude!"
"Hey!"
"Oh c'mon, stop being Neanderthals. Of course Kurt would check you out, as all of you are very attractive males." Rachel mumbled, the words tumbling out of her mouth with less finesse than she'd ever heard.
Her response earned cheeky shrugs from the guys and Kurt breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't gotten more upset. You trying being gay and surrounded by that much masculine hotness and see if you don't sneak a peek.
Sending a devilish look at Rachel, Santana came up with her perfect game question, having to wait several boring turns until she finally got her chance. She was beginning to really like Rachel, but that didn't mean she'd pass up the opportunity to tease her. She was Santana Lopez, Bitch extraordinaire, after all.
"Never have I ever lost my virginity before 8th grade." Scowling at her, Rachel threw back her shot much to the surprise of the guys and Tina, who hadn't known that. But what made Santana's eyes widen was that Puck also shot his drink back.
"Wait, wait! What do you mean you lost it before eighth grade? I thought I was your first the summer before ninth, Puckerman?" Santana demanded angrily. Puck scratched at his neck and his eyes darted over to Rachel before giving the Latina a shrug.
"It just sorta happened at camp."
"You never mentioned this! How could you not tell me?" Santana glared at him, not really knowing why she was so mad. But it'd been a source of pride that she had been the first one to ride the Puckerman Express, so to know that wasn't true was a blow to her ego.
"It's not like we were really dating, Lopez." Puck ground out, really wanting to change the subject. He was startled a little when Brittany let out a loud shriek before pointing between him and Rachel with wide eyes.
"YOU were the guy at Jew camp! Oh my god!" At her words, Santana, Kurt and Mercedes turned equally wide eyes towards Rachel, who had slumped down, trying to disappear into the floor.
"Okay, did I miss something?" Artie asked, gaze jumping between people in confusion. Rachel covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, not believing this was actually happening.
"Yeah, Bitt, whatta you talkin' about?" Mike asked.
"Rachel lost her virginity at Jew camp the summer before eighth grade. And Puck lost his the same summer, at camp." Kurt supplied, eyes flipping from one teen to the other.
Puck glanced over at his girl, surprised she'd actually revealed that to them before tonight. Seeing his look out of the corner of her eyes, Rachel lowered her hands and looked at him.
"They wouldn't leave me be until I told them how when they found out I was not as innocent as they presumed. I never mentioned who, as was our agreement." Puck pulled her into his side at her muttered words, sending a scathing look over at Santana, who was still glaring at them.
"You got to pop the Berry Cherry! This is madness!" Santana shrieked, not believing it. How had Rachel freaking Berry gotten to Puck before her?
"Santana! I told you not to call it that ever again!" Rachel said angrily, turning to give her own glare. Remembering the mean ass kick the little diva had delivered to her shin, Santana scooted away from the table a ways.
"I'm so confused." Tina whispered, which was actually quite loud considering she was drunk, to Artie.
"Jesus, I can't believe we're talkin' bout this shit. What does it matter? It was a long time ago." Puck said, keeping his arm around Rachel to keep her from launching herself at her friend. There was no telling what a plaster Rachel would do to an equally pissed Santana. And he figured it wouldn't end like his fantasies, so he thought it was best to keep the two apart.
"I just can't understand why y'all would do that. I mean, Rach was freaking twelve!" Santana said, throwing her hands up in frustration. Rachel buried her face in Puck's shirt when she saw the shocked looked on the others faces, utterly embarrassed.
"Look, we're not talkin' bout this anymore. Now either someone go or this game is over." Puck said forcibly, making it clear that the discussion was over.
Sharing a look, the others straightened up and continued the game, not wanting to upset the diva any more than they already had. Even when it was shocking to those who hadn't already known.
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"C'mon babe, you have to drink this entire bottle before I'll let you go to sleep." Puck said, handing Rachel the bottle of water as he sat next to her on the bed in the guest room. The others were passed out all around the living room, and Puck made her move to the room before she could join them in slumber.
"I'm not thirsty, Noah." Rachel said sleepily. Puck pulled out the bottle of Ibuprofen and shook out two pills.
"I know babe, but trust me, it'll make you feel less like shit in the morning. Take these." Handing her the pills, Puck started drinking his own bottle of water to encourage her to do the same. Giving a sigh, Rachel unscrewed the cap and tossed the pills back before take a gulp of the liquid.
"All of it, baby." Sending him a little glare, Rachel tried to quickly finish the water, really just wanting to go to sleep. She'd thought about jumping his fine ass, but as the night had progressed, she'd just gotten more tired than horny and couldn't wait to lie down.
"Good girl." Puck gave her a light kiss before pulling the empty bottle away and setting it on the side table.
Turning back to her, he wrapped an arm around her as she snuggled against his side under the covers, letting sleep claim her. Hoping she wouldn't suffer too much the next morning, Puck clicked the light off and joined her in sleep.
/*/
Waking up having to pee like never before, Rachel quickly scooted out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom, knowing the water bottle from the night before was to blame. But as she became more aware, she found that besides a little headache she felt fine. Either she was someone who didn't suffer from hangovers, or Puck's thoughtful actions had spared her from that fate.
Moving back into the room, she smiled at the sight of a lightly snoring Puck, wondering how she'd ever gotten so lucky as to find someone like him. On the outside he was tough and 'badass', but underneath it all, he was the most perfect boyfriend one could ask for.
Of course, he made mistakes and they bickered almost daily over little things, like his language, but Rachel wouldn't change him for anything. He was exactly what she needed; he complemented her personality by mellowing her out and she softened him up. They really were perfect for each other, no matter how unlikely their pairing must seem to others.
"If you're not gonna join me, could you stop staring at me? You're making me all hot and bothered, baby." Jumping slightly at his husky voice, Rachel focused on his face to see him smirking at her, his morning friend clearly apparent. How had she missed that waking up?
"I hadn't realized you were awake yet, Noah. However, I must decline as I desperately need a shower." Rachel said, moving over to grab her bag from where it was perched on the dresser next to his own backpack.
"Sounds like a great plan."
Puck shot out of the bed, a leer smirk in place as he threw her over his shoulder, making her shriek in surprise. Hand planted firmly on her pert ass, Puck rifled through their bags until he found their tooth brushes and made his way into the bathroom.
"Noah Puckerman! I am not a ragdoll!" Rachel muttered, pinching his own ass cheek roughly, making him laugh before he set her down on the toilet lid.
"Babe, you're so small you are a doll." Rolling her eyes at his words, Rachel snatched her tooth brush from him and went to the sink while he started the shower, joining her at the sink while they waited for the water to warm.
Staring at him in the mirror, Rachel's irritation flew out the window at the little grin on his face as he squirted tooth paste onto his brush. What they were doing was so…domestic. It was like him doing the dishes that morning…like they were actually a couple living together. Chest filling with happiness, Rachel finished brushing her teeth with a goofy smile.
Once done, Puck let Rachel step into the bathtub first before following. But instead of standing behind her, Puck sat on the rim of the tub while the water cascaded down on Rachel, making her look at water nymph.
"What are you doing, Noah?" Rachel asked in confusion, seeing him sitting down.
Puck didn't say anything; instead, he pulled her towards him by her hips and gave her flat stomach a kiss before reaching behind her kneed to bring one leg up to rest over his shoulder.
Eyes widening, Rachel didn't have a chance to utter anything else as his mouth was suddenly against her slit, probing her folds. One hand clutching onto his hand and the other gripping the towel bar/handicap bar, Rachel shuddered as he spread her lips and gave her long licks before letting his tongue delve within her.
"Noah." He loved the way his name came out like a prayer on her lips. Shit was fucking hot as fuck.
Sliding his fingers up her other leg, he brought them upward until they were brushing her softness, making her moan again. When he let a single finger wiggle into her, Rachel's hand on his hair tightened, making him smirk against her in smugness.
Rachel didn't know how long they remained like that, her leg strewn over his shoulder while he tortured her with alternating thrusts of his finger and sucks on her clit, but her head felt like it was going to explode clean off her shoulders. She desperately hoped no one was awake yet, or that Santana's parents had returned, as she couldn't contain her cries of joy at his attentions.
Feeling her walls begin to flutter, Puck added another finger and concentrated his mouth on her clit, giving strong pulls and then flicks of his tongue as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. It only took a few more minutes before he had her wailing his name, her head thrown back against the shower wall as she came undone.
Smirking, Puck withdrew his hands and lowered her leg, making sure she wasn't going to fall down before he stepped under the water. He was so the fucking man. Rachel had to take a few minutes to calm down, leaning against the other wall while Puck lathered shampoo into his hair before rinsing it out, waiting for her to come back from lala land.
When she finally opened her eyes to look at him, she grinned at him in a satisfied way that had his already hard cock twitching. She looked like the cat who got to bird, or whatever the fuck that saying was. Stepping closer to him, Rachel splayed her hands across his chest and lightly kissed his throat before sliding down his body.
Sucking in a breathe when she landed in front of him on her knees, mouth millimeters away from him, Puck watched transfixed as her light pink lips parted to allow her tongue to flick at his tip. Groaning at the fleeting movement, Puck could only hope she wasn't in a devilish mood that morning and would not torture him too bad.
Grinning, Rachel glanced up at him before bringing a hand up to stroke the wet flesh, knowing it probably wouldn't take that much to get him off. Or at least, what she read had claimed 'morning wood' tended to be quicker to take care of. When his hips gave a jerk, Rachel's grin widened before she lowered her head to take him into her mouth.
Fuck, he loved that she didn't have a gag reflex. He was down her throat in one stroke, making the teen moan as her throat muscles contracted around him much like her pussy would. Shit was epic and he was thrilled he was the only one getting the Berry experience.
The research seemed to prove correct, as Puck was coming down her throat after only a few minutes, hands clamped around her head to keep her in place as his hips thrust back and forth. Wiping her mouth, Rachel let him help her up with a pleased smile.
"We'd better hurry or we won't have any hot water left." Rachel said, grabbing at the shampoo bottle. Puck took it from her and pulled her under the water, rewetting her hair before massaging the shampoo into her hair himself.
"You're so fucking awesome babe."
"You're very remarkable yourself, Noah." Rachel replied with a smile, earning a quick kiss before he was washing the soap from her hair.
He had to hurry before he said the hell with hot water and condoms and bent her over and took her right then and there. He was not up for the rant that would surely cause, as it was still way too fucking early.
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Santana stumbled into the kitchen, in desperate need of pain killers. She stopped when she saw Rachel and Puck in the process of making breakfast, a pot of coffee already brewing.
"Good morning, Santana. The Ibuprofen is right there, along with a bottle of water." Rachel said when she spotted her friend, pointing to the items on the counter. Making her way over, Santana couldn't believe how…nonhungover Rachel seemed.
"How…" Santana trailed off with a shake of the head, unscrewing the water bottle so she could take the medicine.
"Noah was a gentleman last night and made sure I had plenty of water and Ibuprofen before I went to sleep and after I woke up, which has prevented most of the aftereffects of drinking. Finish off that water and then you can have a cup of coffee."
Santana grumbled at how cheerful the diva was, sliding into a barstool as the others began making their way into the room, getting the same treatment from the small girl.
Once they'd all had a bottle of water each, Rachel poured them cups of coffee and scooped up the eggs and asparagus Puck had been cooking, giving each a small plate.
"I don't think I can even look at this, let alone eat it." Mercedes groaned, pushing the plate away from her as her stomach churned. Rachel pushed it back determinedly.
"The asparagus will help with the nausea and you need to have a little something on your stomach." Giving a little glare at the other girl, Rachel made sure she got the point before turning to grab her own plate and lean against the counter next to Puck.
"Why don't we just have Bloody Marys? That'll solve everything." Artie muttered, head in his hands as he massaged at his temples, his own plate sitting untouched on the stand of his chair.
"Because that will just make everything worse. Bloody Marys irritate your stomach, so your feel even poorer after consuming it. Plus, drinking more alcohol will only delay the hangover. It's best to just try and work it off now before we all must return home."
"How do you know all this, diva? I thought last night was the first time you'd drunk." Kurt said darkly, his head pounding.
"This is Berry you're talkin' bout, Hummel. She looked that shit up." Puck said, pointing to Santana's laptop that sat on the breakfast table. Rachel stuck her tongue out at him and hip bumped him as she continued to eat, her own headache easing as the medicine coursed through her system.
"Yes, well, I should have done it before last night so that we could have prevented this as much as possible. But at least we're prepared now and can hopefully avoid a repeat if and when we consume large amounts of alcohol again." Tina just buried her head under her arms as Rachel spoke, her brain not being able to handle the drawn out answers.
"Thanks for lookin' out, Rach. My dad'd kill me if he thought I'd been drinkin'." Matt muttered, shoving the food into his mouth before his stomach could rebel. Rachel beamed at him, delighted she'd been able to help them in some small way the way Puck had helped her.
"You're quite welcome, Mathew. Now, on your way home, I would suggest everyone stop by the gas station and pick up a Gatorade. Santana didn't have any, so I had to stick to water. But the Gatorade will replace the electrolytes that are missing from your blood system, further diminishing the hangover. And drink lots of water." Rachel said, waiting until she got sluggish nods from everyone before moving around the kitchen, cleaning up.
"I uploaded the pics from last night and emailed them to all y'all, in case you wanted them. Gotta say, there's some funny shit on there." Puck spoke up, taking the dirty dishes Rachel handed him and placed them in the dishwasher after a quick rinse.
"Oh! I want copies! Lord Tubbington was so jealous he didn't get to come, so he'll definitely want to look at the pictures." Brittany said, in a much cheerier voice than her fellow gleeks.
"Well they're in your email, so you can show him when you get home." Rachel spoke up, seeing the baffled look on Puck's face.
"Yay! I'm gonna go shower." Brittany said happily and jumped out of her stool before dashing up stairs. Santana grumbled something before following, signaling it was alright for everyone to either go back to bed or leave, as she was too concerned with not puking her guts out than being a good hostess.
"We'll see you later guys." Rachel waved as she let Puck pull her towards the door, their bags already sitting next to it in preparation of their departure.
The others mumbled goodbyes and the couple left, clearly suffering the least of anyone besides Brittany. Puck just hoped her dads were already at work by the time they got to her house so he could defile her some more before having to go home.
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Their little love bubble was popped, however, when Monday rolled around and Rachel had to spend all day, every day, in the dance studio in preparations for the Winter Recital. They'd been getting ready for it for weeks now, so all the dancers had to do was fine tune their performances for the curtain call on Christmas Eve.
This meant that the two had very little time together, as they really only saw each other if Puck picked her up or stopped by her house after work. Added to that being a girl suddenly caught up with the diva, meaning the time they did have together was spent on just hanging out.
Not that Puck didn't like spending time with her, because he did. It was just…after finally being with her, it was hard to keep his hands to himself.
Rachel, of course, said it was a great way to make sure their relationship hadn't changed too much, "since having sex could have negative effects on a couple's rapport". Puck thought she was crazy, since he'd told her he loved her and all, but didn't argue with the spitfire about it because he couldn't wait to get her naked again.
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December 25
Rachel stared at herself in the mirror, her stomach churning in knots as the clock ticked down to curtain call. She didn't understand why she was so nervous, as she'd performed countless times; but the thought of Puck being in the audience kept sending her into a panic.
What if she made a fool of herself in front of him and he decided he really didn't want to love a girl like her? She was just this short little geek who happened to get on the Cheerios; she hadn't changed and the thought of Puck wanting her was still a little hard to believe.
"There's my hot little Jewish American Princess." Spinning around, Rachel was surprised to see Puck standing there in a dress shirt and slacks, a bouquet of light pink roses in his arms.
"Noah! What are you doing back here?" Shrugging, he sauntered into the dressing room.
"A girl named Charlotte said you might need a little pep talk. So here I am."
Leaning down, Puck placed a light kiss against her lips, not really wanting to get lipstick on him. Sighing in happiness, Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, so glad he was there.
"Thank you for coming. I may have been having a slight panic attack." Rachel murmured, face buried against his shirt so she missed the loving look that crossed his face.
"I'll always be here to boost your ego back up babe, no worries. These are for you." Puck said, pulling back to handing her the flowers with a bashful look. Beaming, Rachel brought the roses up to smell before setting them aside.
"They're lovely, Noah. Thank you."
"You'll kick ass, baby. Don't let the nerves get to you." Puck said, hands sliding into his pockets sheepishly. It was still weird to be so…lovey dovey with someone. Thank god there were no witnesses to this.
"Thank you. I…I guess I should finish getting ready. I'm so glad you're here." Rachel said, standing to give him another hug. Squeezing her tightly for a moment, Puck relished in the feel of her in his arms before he released her.
"I'm glad I'm here too. Actually, everyone's here, so make sure to kick ass or break a leg. Whatever. See you out there." Rachel gave him another light kiss before he left.
Smiling to herself, Rachel sat back down and stroked a rose's petals before looking at herself once more. There was no way she could disappoint him now, so she'd simply have to conquer her nerves and show the audience just why she was cast as Clara.
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Once the ballet was finished on Sunday, December 27, Rachel was finally able to spend time with not only Puck, but also her friends. She admittedly spent most of her time with Puck, whether that was going out on dates, hanging with friends, fooling around, or simply babysitting Eli together.
Although, she did make sure to have friend only time, which usually ended up in the girls (plus Kurt, minus Quinn) sleeping over at her house. She felt bad about leaving out the former HBIC, but after the third ignored call from Brittany, they'd decided to just give her space. If she wanted to deal with the aftereffects of her betrayal by herself, then Rachel wasn't going to stop her.
On the Finn front, Rachel was working up the courage to go see him, to try and apologize. She felt awful for the way she'd kept quiet, even though it'd been for both the boy's, and she really just wanted to make it right. She might not be in love with Finn anymore, but he'd always have a special place in her heart as her first real crush.
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"Oh hello, how can I help you?"
"Hello Mrs. Hudson, my name is Rachel Berry and I was hoping to speak with Finn if he was home." Rachel said, watching as Finn's mom contemplated her request before pulling the door open wider.
"If it'll help him with whatever has been upsetting him, then you're more than welcome to try. His room is the third door on the right upstairs." Carole said, ushering the small girl into the house.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."
Rachel smiled before slowly making her way upstairs, not really sure if she wanted to go into Finn's bedroom. Why couldn't parents call their kids down to talk in the living room? Taking a deep breathe, Rachel lightly knocked on the specified door and waited until she heard a 'come in' before pushing the door open.
"Rachel? What are you doing here?" Finn asked, sitting up straight on his bed and setting his controller down.
He glanced around the room, noting how messy the small space was before remembering he was pissed at her so shouldn't care what she thought. It wasn't like he could really improve the closet like room that had cowboy wallpaper anyways.
"I…I wanted to come by and attempt to speak with you, Finn. I know how angry you are at me, as rightfully you should be, but I want to try and make amends." Rachel murmured, stepping into the room and giving him a small smile.
"You lied to me, Rachel. How you think that's okay, I don't understand." Biting her lip, Rachel gave a little shrug as she watched him tense up.
"I did what I thought was best for everyone Finn. Would you have wanted the truth, right after facing the loss of the child? Really? You'd have wanted that added pain and sorrow?" At her raised eye brow, Finn dropped his eyes before giving a small shrug.
"I guess not. But I still deserved to know! How could you lie to me about something like that?" Afraid his mother might hear, Rachel closed his door before walking to the end of his bed and sitting down.
"I agree that you deserved to know Finn. I thought about telling you every day, but you forget that I was there when you and Noah and Quinn all had breakdowns. How was I supposed to live with causing you all more heartache?
"I'm sure things would have been different if I wasn't with Noah, if I hadn't seen what I did. But I can't change the past, and nor would I want to. I know you're angry at me Finn, but I would have kept that secret forever to spare you that pain if I could have." Reaching out, Rachel gave his clenched fist a light squeeze before pulling back.
"Why'd they do this to me? I thought they were supposed to care about me?" The words were said in the saddest voice she'd ever heard come from the tall boy, and Rachel felt her heart break a little for him.
"I don't know, Finn. What they did…it's unforgivable, really. But I tried to see it from every perspective, just to try and understand. And while there was no excuse for betraying you, the two honestly made a mistake that was driven by feeling neglected, unloved and alcohol." At Finn's confused look, Rachel tried to find the words to explain so he could understand.
"The two got drunk at a party a couple weeks after you joined Glee, and from what they've both told me, they barely remember the night. For Quinn's part, you'd been ignoring her in favor of me and the Glee club, which hurt her pride. I've found that Quinn Fabray is someone who constantly needs people worshiping her, similar to me and applause. And when that was suddenly gone, she turned to someone she knew would piss you off.
"Noah…I know you're aware of his history. Of how his father abandoned his family after being mentally and physically abusive. When one grows up in a situation like that, they cling to anything that makes them feel wanted. And Quinn did that for him that night, even if he couldn't believe he'd done it in the morning. Added to that, you'd also been ignoring him, so it was a way to get back at you.
"Before you get angry, I am in no way justifying their actions, as there is no possible way to do any such thing. I may not have been with him at the time, but it infuriates me that Noah was with her. That he was with the one girl in all the school that I honestly despised. But it's in the past and I have to look past it or else I'm going to miss out on something amazing that's right in front of me.
"And I think you need to do that as well, Finn. Forget Quinn, there are hundreds of girls in our school, take your pick. You're Finn Hudson, Quarterback, so you should really have no problem finding someone who will actually want to be with you because you're you. Don't let Quinn's betrayal keep you in a rut, not able to move on and forgive, because that's not going to do anyone any good.
"As for Noah…I'd love for the two of you to be able to get passed this, to regain your friendship. But I realize that is most likely a pipe dream, as he hurt you worse than Quinn did, if I'm right. So regardless rather you become his friend again, you need to forgive him so that you can move on.
"I just hope that one day you can forgive me as well, as I honestly didn't mean to hurt you Finn. I just didn't want to be the one to cause you more undue duress. So I hope you'll accept my apology and maybe someday we can be friends again." Standing, Rachel made her way towards the door. Finn's brain tried to catch up with her long winded speech, but he'd only been able to catch part of it before his head started hurting.
"Rachel, wait." Turning, she saw Finn stand from the bed and make his way towards her.
"I…I'm sorry I got so angry with you. I don't blame you for what happened and I shouldn't have taken my anger at them out on you." Finn whispered, fingers coming up to lightly stroke her cheek. Alarm bells suddenly sounding in her head, Rachel gave a tight smile and backed up towards the door.
"It's alright Finn, I understand."
"Friends?" Finn asked, giving her the goofy smile that used to turn her knees into jelly.
"Of course. I better be going; it was nice to speak with you and I'll see you when school starts." Rachel fled the room, afraid if she remained a moment longer he'd try to kiss her or something. And that was just something she was not ready for or wanted; especially not when Noah's hurt face flashed before her eyes.
Giving a goodbye to Carole, Rachel rushed out of the house and into her car, needing to shake the moment. She was no longer that star struck girl from the start of the year and she wouldn't fall for Finn's charms, not when she had a boyfriend like Puck. Maybe if she was with anyone else, but Puck really did have everything she could ask for in a partner.
Head firmly back in place, Rachel pulled away from the house and headed to her boyfriend's, knowing tonight would be another one that was spent helping Eli keep up on her spelling while Puck cooked them dinner.
Instead of letting how grown up it all made her feel, Rachel just relished in being with him and looking forward to maybe repeating the process in years to come. Maybe one day it'd be their own child they were teaching how to spell while dinner was on the stove.
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The Puckermans and Berries were gathered in the Berry living room, the live feed from Time Square on the large screen television. The parents were conversing and Eli was playing on the Gameboy she'd gotten for Hanukkah, which meant Rachel and Puck were left alone. Well, as alone as one could get while still in the same room as their parents.
"This has been the most amazing last few months, Noah. I'm hoping the New Year will be just as unbelievable." Rachel murmured, head resting on Puck's shoulder as they swayed in a corner.
If they'd been around anyone else, Puck wouldn't have let himself get so pansy, but the parentals weren't paying any attention so he allowed it. Besides, he got to hold her close, which he was always good with.
"Me too, baby. With basketball starting, I hope it'll be better than the football season. Course, with Ms. P and Coach T breakin' up, I don't see that happenin'" Puck gave a little shake of the head, wondering when they were going to get a real coach.
"If makes you feel better, I'll be there cheering you on." Rachel smiled and leaned up to kiss him, which was quickly deepened as he pulled her closer to him. They ignored the hoots from their parents much like they did whenever their friends did so, parting when they needed to breath.
"No matter what, Noah, the year is already looking up since I have you." She whispered the words, not wanting her dads to hear her. There was no way she'd ever live it done.
Smirking down at her, Puck wrapped his arms around her against and sealed their mouths, letting her feel how much he loved her and was looking forward to the upcoming year. They never parted, even as the others started counting down and cheering when the ball his zero. It was definitely going to be an awesome New Year.
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