Author's note: For Megan… I hope you enjoy the "Sexy Times"

Noah sat in his truck, parked outside of her house, waiting for her to come out. Where was she? He had been there for almost an half an hour. When the front door opened, his heart started racing and he sat up straighter, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. Instead of Rachel, a well dressed man stepped onto the front porch, stopping short when he saw the vehicle idling in front of home. Shit, this must be one of her fathers. Noah hated dealing with fathers, and usually the feeling was mutual. Most men didn't react well to a kid with a mohawk taking out their little girl. The man stared for moment and then began striding toward him. Noah certainly hadn't planned on this, but it looked like he didn't have a choice. Unbuckling his seat belt, he opened the car door and stepped into the cool morning air.

"Noah Puckerman, I presume?" the man said, offering his right hand.

How did her dad know who he was? "Uh… yes Sir, Mr… Berry?" Puck placed his palm into the offered hand and winced as the older man squeezed it tightly.

"Call me Dan, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Rachel's told us so much about you."

"She, uh… she has?"

Dan laughed at his obvious discomfort. "All good things, son, don't worry. She tells us that you're quite the talented guitar player."

"I… um… yeah, I mean, thank you. I play a little."

"Well we certainly enjoy good music in our home, perhaps you'll come to dinner tomorrow night? Maybe play a little for us afterwards?"

"Uh… sure. I mean, no, I can't…" Tomorrow was Tuesday, and if he didn't bring Rachel over, his mother would kill him.

Dan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh well, then perhaps another time."

"No… it's just… it's just my mom. She wants me to invite Rachel over tomorrow night so she can meet her…"

Her father's eyes lit up. "Oh, I see, well that's wonderful. Why don't you and your mother come here instead? Then we can all meet each other."

Noah thought he'd rather walk barefoot over burning coals. "I'd… uh… I'd have to check with her…" He knew his mother would be delighted.

"Of course, of course… just let us know. We'd love to have you both." The man was eyeing his face carefully. Gesturing towards his split lip and the bruise on his jaw, he asked, "Football injuries, son?" His voice indicated he clearly did not believe football was the cause of Puck's mangled appearance.

"Uh, yes Sir." There was a moment of tense silence as her father sized him up through narrow eyes.

"Hmm… I hope the other 'player' looks worse. "

Puck nodded.

"Well then," the man said, ending the awkward moment, "I suppose you've come to drive Rachel to school?"

"Yes Sir."

"Ah… well, I'm afraid she's already gone. Brittany picked up her early this morning, something about practicing before school. I'm surprised Rachel didn't call you, it must have slipped her mind."

Puck nodded slowly. "I'm sure it did. I'll just meet her at school."

"Have a good day, son. It was nice to finally meet you."

"You too, Sir." Puck turned, and climbed back into his truck. He was about to pull away from the curb when he heard Dan call out to him.

"Don't forget, dinner tomorrow night."

Puck wanted to slam his head into the steering wheel, but he waved instead. Was this a conspiracy to drive him insane? If it was, it was working. He didn't even know if Rachel would talk to him, and now he was supposed to bring his mother to meet her fathers tomorrow night? His lip and jaw were throbbing again, and his ace wrapped ribs were aching.

He'd made it home Saturday night with three minutes to spare, but that hadn't done anything to dampen his mother's fury when she caught sight of his face. She had lectured him for twenty minutes (fighting is wrong, violence never solves anything, blah, blah, blah) while she tended to his injuries. After cleaning his face and hands, she'd slapped a pack of frozen peas on his jaw, and made him take off his shirt. The newly formed bruises on his torso had alarmed her, and he had spent ten minutes talking her out of taking him to the emergency room for x-rays. After bandaging his chest tightly, she'd cradled his head in her arms, pressing her lips to his shaved scalp.

"Is she really worth all this, Noah?"

Pressing his eyes closed, he'd nodded slowly.

"I hope so," she murmured.

Sunday had gone by quickly and he'd woken up this morning to find his keys and phone on his nightstand. After staring at the picture Matt had sent him, he'd had to spend an extra ten minutes in the shower. Dressing quickly he decided to surprise her and drive her to school, hoping to smooth things over in private. Stopping on the way to her house, he'd picked up a slushie for her. It was kind of a crappy peace offering, but he couldn't bring himself to buy her flowers, that was just entirely too gay.

Putting the truck in gear, he pulled away from her house, disappointed that he had missed her, but glad that she and Brittany had apparently made up. Glancing at the clock on the dash, he saw that he still had thirty minutes before the first bell. If he hurried, he might be able to catch her before class.

After breaking several traffic laws, and nearly running over several of his classmates, he pulled in the parking lot, and made a beeline for the music room, clutching the cold plastic cup in his hand. He burst in to find the two girls sitting on the floor, whispering furiously. Brittany looked up at him and smiled.

"About time Puckerman." She gathered her bag in her hand and stood up, moving toward the door. Reaching up she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Sorry for calling you pathetic." With that, she glided out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Rachel remained sitting, staring at the floor. Her face was hidden by a wall of dark hair, but he could see her fingers toying nervously with the tassel of her loafers. Shoving the cup forward, he spoke quickly. "Here I brought you this."

She looked up. "Really, Noah, a slushie?"

"Yeah, it's… uh… supposed to be ironic or something." He'd had to look that up.

Throwing her head back, she let loose a peal of laughter. "You really should try to make it to English class more often."

He wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he didn't really care. She was smiling now, and he moved closer, sitting down beside her. He plucked a straw from behind his ear, and offered it to her with the cup. "It's grape. I know that's your favorite, because the last time I threw it on you, you licked your lips before you cleaned it off."

"Tearing the wrapper off the straw, she popped it into the icy drink and took a sip. He tried not to think about how good her lips looked wrapped around the narrow tube, and how much better they'd look wrapped around his…

Groaning, he shifted uncomfortably. "I'm… uh... I'm really…"

She smiled up at him. "I know. Apology accepted. Thank you for the slushie."

"You're welcome."

Before he knew what was happening, she had set the cup down, and thrown her leg over him, straddling his lap. She grasped his face between her hands and her lips pressed urgently into his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. His cracked ribs were screaming in protest, but he couldn't care less. He slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her forward. As usual, she was wearing a scrap of material that he supposed qualified as a skirt, and although he couldn't see anything, he could feel the heat coming from between her legs as she rocked against him. The thought of her panties rubbing against the bulge in his jeans nearly did him in, and he tore his mouth away from hers.

Raising his hand, he pushed her hair back from her flushed face and saw that she was breathing hard. Staring into her glazed eyes, he laughed. "I take it you missed me, Princess."

She grinned, and her eyes slowly focused on his face. Gasping, her eyes widened in horror. "Noah, you're bleeding!"

Wiping his hand across his mouth, he wasn't surprised to the streak of blood. With the way she'd attacked his mouth, it was no wonder his lip had split open again. "It's nothing."

Leaning to the side, she rummaged through her backpack, extracting a pack of tissues. The movement was torture, and he wondered if she had any idea what she was doing to him. She had to be able to feel him pressing into the soft cleft between her legs. When she settled back into his lap, he groaned again, and she furrowed her brow.

"Am I hurting you?"

He laughed weakly. "Not in the way you think."

Frowning, she dabbed the Kleenex over his lip.

"Finn?"

He nodded.

Setting her lips in a firm line, she scolded him. "I absolutely abhor violence, you know."

He dropped his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I know."

She was trying to fight it, but the edges of her lips curved up in a small smile. "Still, it's kind of arousing to know that you're willing to risk your physical well being to protect my honor. Very… primal."

He could think of a few very primal things he'd like to do with her, none of which would be considered protecting her honor.. Shifting her weight in his lap, he grinned. "Then it was totally worth it." Grasping her hips again, he pushed downward, pressing her heat closer to him. Their lips met and a bolt of electricity shot through him, just as the warning bell rang.