AN: I kind of forgot to put a disclaimer at the top of the first chapter... cause I kind of might have been more than a little tipsy when I finally got around to posting it. My bad. So here it is...

I don't own Glee or it's characters. If I did... Quinn would have gotten dropped in that Cheerio toss in the pilot... on her head.

And now on to the story...

Puck was seriously annoyed now. This time it was more than a little his fault(which was probably why it was so annoying)... he shouldn't have gone to sleep while he was thinking about Berry... who thought about the Glee Nazi like that? Seriously. But he'd been so worked up by the end of practice, with Tina making her comment and Berry sitting on the wall outside the back entrance waiting for one of her dads... just sitting there reading some book like she hadn't been confusing the fuck out of him for the past hour and a half. He hadn't been able to get the idea of her legs wrapping around him all day.

So now here was Rachel Berry. In his dream, snuggled up to him wearing his football jersey and not much else. God she looked hot... he gave up trying to think that she wasn't pretty. She kept doing this thing where she'd kiss then nibble a little on his ear. She found a spot on his neck that made him hiss his breath through his teeth. Dream Rachel could definitely tell that Puck noticed how girl shaped she was... not even baseball stats and the movie with the biggest explosions ever could help him.

This was not good. Puck had a full blow crush on Rachel Berry... well parts of her. That was acceptable. He briefly considered waking up... but decided against it. Because his hands were sliding up under the jersey she wore and since it was a dream it's not like anyone would ever know he was kissing back. Or that Dream Rachel quickly discovered that if she ran her nails in the right spots his breathing hitched and he swore he tried to bite back a moan.

"Fuck, Rachel."

Okay so he hadn't tried hard enough. He rolled them over so he was on top, nipping at her collar bone like he'd wanted to all day. Because this was a dream and it didn't matter if he left hickeys all over her neck. No one would ever see them or hear her gasping his name, though he was pretty sure the sound was burned into his memory forever. His lips broke contact with hers just long enough to pull his football jersey over her head and toss it to the floor.

He just stared for a second... okay so maybe she might actually be a little bit perfect instead of just acting like it.

"Noah...wait...I'm sorry." her voice was low and kind of husky. She frowned and suddenly he was afraid that even in his dreams she'd rather have Finn.

"Why?"

"You're waking up."

She evaporated right out of his arms. He opened his eyes up and was alone in his bed, breathing hard and frustrated. Throwing the alarm clock that had woken him up helped a little. Punching the pillow helped to. But now he had to get up and get ready for school... and go see Rachel Berry. The real one. Who probably hated him... okay so he knew for a fact that she hated him. And he'd though he'd hated her. Now he wasn't so sure. At the very least he wouldn't mind kissing her in real life. He crossed his fingers that Finn was feeling better. There was no way he could dance with her today and not kiss her. Because when he got his shower that morning (dealing with the frustration issue the dream had left him with), trying to force out thoughts of stupid Rachel Berry. It was weird because he swore he'd started thinking about Megan Fox... but there were Rachel's big brown eyes and her name was on his lips.

That was when he knew he was pretty much screwed.