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Rachel's heart skipped a beat, or maybe twenty, as she looked up at him. She briefly considered pinching herself to make sure that she hadn't imagined any of this. Hadn't she read somewhere that hypothermia could cause delusions? When his lips touched hers again, and the molten lava started flowing, she knew that it was real. Even her fantasies couldn't compete with the way she felt right now.

She let herself indulge in the moment, and explored the new-found sensations that coursed through her. It defied the laws of physics, she knew, but it felt like his lips had managed to reach every part of her body. Every one of her cells was humming a perfectly pitched note of intense pleasure.

From the dark recesses of her mind, the annoying voice of logic and reason crept slowly forward. Rachel tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the smoldering inferno in her core, but it refused to be deterred.

"Great," it said to her, "he admitted he likes you. Now what? Nothing's changed, this still won't work. "

Rachel pushed hard and managed to relegate the voice back to it's dark corner. Turning her attention once more to the luxurious kiss, she realized sadly that the moment was gone. With a sigh she pulled away and looked up at Puck. His hooded eyes were bright with passion, and his lazy smile made her heart backflip in her chest.

She smiled as he dropped his head and starting kissing down her neck, and she ran her fingers through his thick brown stripe of hair. It was still slightly damp, and she teased it into a peak like she seen him do when he bored. She felt him tug at the bottom of the sweatshirt and she let out a small gasp when she felt his rough hand slide over the smooth skin of her belly. She heard him groan slightly in response and suddenly he jerked away from her.

"W..what's wrong?" she asked, confused by the turn of events.

"Nothing!" he said sharply. His eyes were closed tightly and a look of pain flashed across his face. He took a deep breath and looked down her, his face softening slightly.

"Nothing," he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips, "It's just getting late. Do you want me to take you home?"

The last thing she wanted right now was to leave him.

"Do you wantto take me home?"

"Hell no, I want to..." he said quickly, then stopped himself short.

She laughed and briefly considered asking him what he wanted to do, but she was afraid that just his description of it would be more than she could handle.

"Right," he said, "So... am I taking you home then?"

Rachel glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost one AM. Her heart sank. Looking down at her bedraggled appearance, she knew there was no way to avoid getting in trouble if she went home now.

"Well, I can't exactly..." she said, trying to figure out to explain her situation.

"...go home now, in my sweatshirt, when you told your dads you were saying at Tina's," he finished for her.

She nodded miserably. Puck furrowed his brow a few minutes, and then appeared to make a decision. Sliding himself back into the driver's seat, he reached back for the seat belt.

"Buckle up," he said, turning the keys in the ignition.

"Where are we going?" she asked as she slid the safety belt into place.

"Home."

"But I just told you..."

"Not your home," he said, "Mine."

"What?" she gasped, "What about your parents?"

He shrugged. "It's just my mom and me," he said, "and she'll be asleep."

Rachel looked at him horror. "Have you lost your mind, Noah Puckerman?"

"It's possible," he said thoughtfully, "but I'm blaming that on you."