22 Mean
That was how Rachel ended up having a party on Saturday, a party with everyone from the glee club and half the school. Santana had convinced all the Cheerios and they'd brought their boyfriends. Mike and Sam had gotten the rest of the football team, minus Finn and the basketball team too. Somehow word had spread and students who belonged to neither group had begun arriving, Jacob and his spies among them. True to form, Jacob was walking around filming everybody and everything. And in Hiram and LeRoy's room, sat her dads and three cops with surveillance equipment set up courtesy of Artie and the police department. Artie had been in his element, figuring out angles for shots and how much light they'd need to be certain to capture whatever Jacob would do.
When everyone had asked Rachel why she was having a party she had just grinned and said she was celebrating breaking out of her box. And then she'd giggle and point them towards them towards the refreshments. Puck found that hilarious. She'd found nonalcoholic beer and wine and had stuck it all in coolers so everyone would think they were drinking and yet no one would get arrested for it. She was even taking everyone's keys and insisting that they were all welcome to crash there but no one was going to be driving. If he'd ever doubted her ability as an actress this performance as a carefree party girl would have destroyed all uncertainty.
Artie had spent every minute he had with Rachel's laptop digging out the proof that Jacob had hacked it. He'd managed to block the feed to Jacob's computer after a few hours on Friday night making it impossible for the boy to video Rachel again. As a precaution he'd been working with the cops Rachel's dads had brought back and showed them everything he'd done. Rachel's computer was completely powered down so nothing else could be done to it. If Jacob wanted to video Rachel again he'd have to do it in person. Artie had looked at Puck and then at the cops and said he had no doubt the boy would fall into the trap. According to the camera activity log Jacob had been videoing Rachel almost every day. It was only when she and Puck had sex that he'd gotten the bright idea to sell the video.
Jacob was being every bit of the creep he'd always been, zooming in on the girls acting tipsy, especially Rachel. Now they were about four hours into the party and as he and Rachel had arranged, they were acting a little more amorous in public…and Jacob was paying close attention. When Puck bent and whispered in her ear Rachel grinned and nodded, taking his hand and leading him towards the stairs. Her room was down the hall from her dads room and so Jacob would have to go past their door in order to get to them, and back again to get out before Puck and Rachel noticed he was there. Out of the corner of his eye Puck could see Jacob catch sight of the two of them mounting the stairs. Keeping the grin on his face Puck muttered to Rachel, "He's seen us."
"I'll hit the door on our way past," Rachel murmured back, tossing her hair with a flirtatious grin back at him. Puck nodded at the camera he knew was in the art nook of the hall and Rachel tapped the door lightly as they passed. There was another camera artfully hidden just above the door jamb of Rachel's bedroom and he nodded at it as well. Then they were in her room, the door carelessly shut behind them, and no lock engaged.
Puck pressed a kiss to Rachel's neck and sighed, "First time I've ever been…hesitant to touch you baby," He muttered. "I know we gotta put on a good show, and we got it figured out… but…"
"I know," Rachel looked up at him trustingly, "But on the floor in front of the bed will work, bodies angled towards the door, you on top of me at first and then me on top of you…he won't be able to resist."
"Just don't...take offense if I don't seem into it at first," Puck was really worried she'd feel like he was rejecting her if he didn't react exactly like he had before. He kissed her forehead and her cheek and she was so sweet he hoped that this would be the end of Jacob's blog.
"Same goes," Rachel gave him a lopsided smile and then giggled, their agreed upon cue to start the show. Puck groaned and kissed her, she tasted so good, strawberries and the tang of fake wine on her lips.
"Hm...angel, ain't sure I can wait 'til everybody's passed out," He told her, forcing a grin into his voice as he pressed another kiss to her neck. "You sure we can't just hang up here for a bit?"
"Noah, its just rude to..." She moaned as his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot. "Hm...maybe for a little bit...Ohhh... everyone seems to..." Rachel's voice caught as his hand cupped her ass, "Seems to be having a good time."
"Nobody'll notice," Puck promised, kissing her again. "I missed you gorgeous," He wasn't lying, going to bed and thinking about her when she'd been across town had been hell. They'd texted and talked on the phone into the wee hours and he'd still wanted her first thing when he'd woke up. "I love you Rache," He murmured into her mouth. "I promise I'll never stop."
Her eyes were huge as she looked up at him, as if she knew this wasn't part of their little scene, and her smile was sweet, "I love you too Noah," She whispered. "I'll always love you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a hotly passionate kiss. Puck groaned into her mouth and let his hands move over her cute ass and legs, touching the soft skin on the back of her thighs. Her startled moan vibrated through her and he felt her press against his body.
Puck slid one hand up her back, finding the zip of her dress and drawing it slowly down. The front of the dress sagged over her breasts and he groaned as he looked down. She was wearing a pretty little blue bra, nothing too risqué but it looked so nice against her skin, "God you're beautiful," He groaned and felt her little hands on the hem of his shirt, pushing it up. Giving in he took his hands off her and pulled it over his head. Rachel let her dress slide off her body, falling to the floor and he groaned, his hands around her waist and sliding upwards to her breasts. She was mesmerizing, beautiful as she unclasped her bra and if he hadn't been watching for it he wouldn't have even noticed the door opening a crack.
He groaned and knelt in front of her, tugging her forward and sucking on her breasts, her skin smelled like vanilla and flowers and he wondered if he could just stay with his mouth on her forever. And then she moaned and Puck shuddered. "C'mere angel," He tugged her down so he could kneel between her thighs and looked at her for permission before he tugged her panties down and off her legs.
"Noah, I want to see you," Rachel moaned, "Please, let me suck on you this time." She reached for his jeans and Puck groaned.
"Afterwards," He promised, "I wanna kiss you and fuck you good angel, you wanna clean me up after?"
"Hmm...yes," Rachel's gorgeous eyes were promising that was true. Puck gave her a wicked grin and pulled off his jeans and his shorts. "God Noah, I just..." She gave a long moan and shuddered as he put his mouth to her clit and began licking it. "You're soo..."
"Hmm..." Puck loved how she tasted, his gorgeous Jewish princess tasted so fucking good to him. "Play with your tits for me gorgeous," He urged her. "Wanna see you tugging on your nipples with those little fingers."
"Yes," Rachel moaned as she obeyed and began to palm her breasts, and alternately rolling her nipples between her fingers. "Oh god, Noah," She shuddered under his mouth and Puck groaned into her, she was wet, as if she couldn't help it when he started touching her. Just like he got hard the minute he heard that tone in her voice, the particular little note that said she wanted him and no one else. "Please Noah, please baby,"
Puck pushed a couple of his fingers into her and started to fuck her with them, she was tight and slick and that had been all she needed, she came with a violent shriek of his name that only the throbbing bass downstairs could have drowned out, her body clutching tight around his fingers. "That's it gorgeous," He groaned, "Soo nice and wet for me aren't you?"
"Yes," Rachel nearly sobbed and shuddered as he lapped at her clit again. "Please Noah, please fuck me now. I need you inside me."
"Yeah," Puck nodded and positioned himself over her and then grinned down at her when she opened her eyes impatiently, "How'd you like to be on top this time angel?" He kissed her hard on the mouth before sucking on her tits again. He was getting addicted to her moans, the sounds she made when they made love, how passionate she was Puck thought to himself, he couldn't seem to stop touching her.
"You'll have to help me," Rachel's voice was breathy with need. "I'll need you to help me move Noah." Her hands stroked over his shoulders and back, gripping him with her little hands almost desperately as if she didn't want to wait a moment longer.
"Hmm..." Puck grinned and kissed her again, rolling her so she was on top of him. "Now you just..." He helped her lift her body up and held his cock steady so she could slowly impale her body onto it. Watching her try to impale herself was easily one of the most erotic things he'd seen. "Easy angel," He groaned as she tried to move too quickly, "You're so tight still Rachel, just take your time... ain't goin' anywhere gorgeous." He shuddered as she slowly but surely sheathed his cock inside her. "You feel so good angel," Puck drew her down to kiss for minute, trying to help her adjust, "Okay Rache?"
"Hmm..." She sounded hungry, wanton and greedy for more of the pleasure he'd give her. "God Noah," Rachel's hips moved, a deliberate swivel and he swore filthily at the sensation of her body clutching around his so tightly. Experimentally she lifted herself and pushed back down and moaned deep in her chest. He could feel her shuddering inside and knew it was because of the position and how deep he felt inside her.
"You wanna keep goin' like this? Or you want me back on top angel?" Puck put his hands on her hips and gave her a gentle squeeze so she'd look at him. "It's up to you angel, you decide." Part of him wanted her on top, wanted her to know she could be in charge and still love sex, and the other part wanted her under him, safe from those eyes, his body covering hers as he took her.
She smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him, "I'm going to ride you so hard baby." Rachel began to move her hips, undulating in a way that didn't give her much obvious movement but he felt it in every inch of his cock buried in her. Puck couldn't help it, he moaned and lifted her up and then slowly pressed her down again. Her smug look disappeared as she shuddered and almost screamed again. "Oh god, Noah."
"Yeah," Puck groaned as he helped her ride him, her tight little body bouncing hard down onto his with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Her pretty breasts were bobbing a little, nipples tight in the air as he fucked her. He could feel her body tightening around him, hot and slick and so fucking good around his cock. "God yeah Rachel, you're so good, you feel so right angel," He drew her down to kiss her, one hand going to her breast while the other helped her move over him. "Come for me angel, wanna feel you before I go over. C'mon Rache, go over for me gorgeous, show me, show me how beautiful you are when you come." He was almost begging, he wouldn't be able to last much longer if she couldn't come he'd end up shooting off without her.
"Ohhh...Noah I'm so close, please baby, please, please," Rachel moaned into his mouth, "God please."
Puck slid his hand from her breast and pressed it between them, finding her clit and stroking it tenderly, her guttural moan told him that was what she'd needed as her body began to shudder around him. "That's it angel, come for me Rache, you know I need you to come with me, gotta go with you Rache, I gotta," He lost track of what he was saying, coaxing her to let go, to let everything go and just ride him, take what she needed from him.
Rachel moaned and arched down to him, grinding her hips to his and jerking in shock as her orgasm took her by surprise a scream bursting from her lips as she bucked hard down onto his cock. Puck hissed as all of her muscles clamped around him and forced his orgasm to rocket through his spine, emptying his body into hers without pause, one huge long shout of ecstasy blazing through him.
She was lying on top of him, her hair falling over his shoulder, with his arms wrapped around her when they heard the scuffle outside her door and it was knocked open. Rachel shrieked and hid her face in his shoulder and Puck cursed and pulled the quilt off her bed, hastily covering them both up. "It's okay Rache, we're covered," He patted her back and rolled so she was beneath him. Making sure she was covered up completely Puck reluctantly left her body and grabbed his shorts pulling them on and doing the same with his jeans before addressing Detective Lister.
"Did you get enough?" He asked bluntly.
"More than enough to confiscate his phone and all his electronics," The detective nodded, "We'll be nipping this in the bud tonight."
Rachel climbed to her feet and Puck grabbed her quickly, helping her stand and tucking the quilt more securely around her, "Would you mind going out the back? Everyone's having such a good time, and if it gets out this was a setup and it's not a real party...school's bad enough already." Puck looked at her dads, LeRoy and Hiram were standing in the hall outside Rachel's room, Hiram looking at him and Rachel, LeRoy staring furiously at Jacob whose pants were undone.
"That's up to your dads, this was only done with their blessing," The detective shrugged, "I'll leave whichever way they show me."
"I'll show you the back deck and stairs to the yard," Hiram offered quietly. Puck watched as the detective pushed Jacob along reading him his rights as he did. LeRoy was still looking at he and Rachel and Puck rubbed a hand over his face, this was going to be uncomfortable.
"I think..." LeRoy began quietly, "That you and Rachel should probably clean up a little and get dressed. You've still got a party going on." To Puck's surprise he smiled, "Noah, I'm... Well we'll talk tomorrow. But you're welcome to spend the night here." He shut the door and Puck felt his knees go out. Rachel crouched beside him as he sat heavily on the ground.
"Baby? Noah? Are you all right?" Her voice was anxious and Puck shuddered.
"Just relief I guess," He shook his head, "I was half expecting him to throw me out once they caught that little perv."
"Daddy loves you Noah, he wouldn't do that," Rachel shook her head, obviously confused. "And he knows I love you."
"Rachel, our first time we got videoed. And my bright idea to catch the pervert was to do it again," Puck shook his head, "I was amazed he didn't deck me in front of the cops last night."
"Daddy doesn't believe in violence," Rachel shook her head and to his shock dropped the quilt and reached out to undo his jeans.
"Rache?" Puck wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to do.
"You said I could suck you off after we had sex," Rachel grinned at him. "I'm holding you to your word Noah."
"You're trying to get me killed," Puck groaned and sat on the bed as she pulled off his jeans and shorts. Damn all she had to do was look at him and he was hard, it was getting fucking ridiculous how easy it was for her to arouse him.
"No Noah," Rachel smiled up at him before kneeling in front of him and licking his cock from the base to the tip. "I'm going to make you want to live forever." Her smile widened to a grin as he groaned and fisted his hands on the bedsheets. Her mouth surrounded him and began to suck her way down until he was groaning her name.
"God Rachel," Puck wasn't sure how long he was going to last, "You're so fucking good at that angel." He groaned as she swallowed around the tip of his cock. "I ain't gonna last Rache, you're too... god so good, fuck, fucking hell..." She was sucking on him again, just when he thought he'd lose it she'd ease up as if she wanted to make it last. Over and over she brought him to the brink and eased off again until finally she looked up at him and met his eyes. And then he lost his shit but good, coming harder than a freight train down her throat and groaning with the effort of keeping his hips still so she could control where he was in her mouth. "God angel, fucking hell you're soo..." Puck shuddered and shook his head helplessly. "I'm never gonna understand how you're so fucking good at that. I'm just gonna light a candle at Synagogue in thanks."
He kissed her forehead and cupped her tits, "How're you doin' gorgeous?" He cupped her mound and marveled again at how smooth her skin was. "Can I take care of you?"
"Hmm..." Rachel smiled and shook her head, "I didn't want to say before," She stood and checked her box of pills. "I'm not going to be...available for actual sex after a day or so, for at least four or five days. My body's... getting... uncomfortably... its that time of the month." She blushed as she got the words out, "I wasn't sure how you'd feel about that..." She shrugged. "Finn always acted like I had a contagious disease."
Puck laughed, "I got a mom and a little sis. I've been with enough chicks to know when a woman's having that time I better not irritate her." He kissed her, "I'm cool if you don't wanna touch me when you're feelin' off gorgeous. Just let me know when you're in the mood again."
"That's the problem," Rachel groaned, "I don't want to freak you out though." She opened her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans, throwing them over a chair.
"Only way you're gonna know is to tell me," Puck moved to the bathroom and took LeRoy's advice, giving himself a quick wash. "But Rachel, I generally love everything about you, even your crazy." He entered her room again and began to pull on his shorts and jeans. "You know I'm the last person who can judge anybody."
"I... don't want to stay away from you when I..." Rachel turned pink as she pulled on her bra and panties. "I...when I...it's just that..." She groaned and sat on the bed and mumbled something that he couldn't quite catch.
"Rache?" Puck pulled his shirt over his head and looked at her, "I didn't quite catch that."
"I'm usually clingy and I want to be held a lot," Rachel admitted with a groan. "Sometimes I can get really aroused just by kissing, not always but..."
"Huh," Puck hadn't ever thought about it. "I thought it was uncomfortable? My mom is always cursing and reaching for chocolate and what she calls the happy pills. Midol or something I think." He shrugged.
"The first couple of days that's true," Rachel admitted. "But then the worst is over and its just a little messy and everything is incredibly sensitive and the slightest touch and I'm ready to burst, I can touch my clit and come almost instantly." She shuddered slightly at some memory. "It's worse since I've been on the pill. I threw Finn out one time because he was so grossed out by it he wouldn't even kiss me."
"Why did you go on the pill?" Puck asked as she pulled on her jeans. "Not that I'm not grateful."
"Oh, I..." Rachel was flipping through her closet looking for a shirt and sighed shutting the door absently and pulled open a drawer, taking out a dark grey teeshirt and pulling it over her head. "I... talked Dad into it," She looked at him and he groaned as he realized the shirt was his AC/DC teeshirt, tied so it was tight at her waist. "I told him that I was pretty sure I wasn't ready to have sex with Finn. But I also told him I knew I could make mistakes," She sighed, "I...reminded him about Quinn...told him that if I did make the mistake of having sex before I was ready I wanted that to be my only regret."
"Yeah," Puck shook his head, "You know I didn't..." He looked at her. "I've never told anyone this, not even Finn." He said quietly, "Quinn... I wanted her, mostly because she always acted like she was better'n me. And Finn had her and he always got everything, even though he and I both grew up broke and without our dads, his died fighting. Mine just left. He always... he got everything I ever wanted."
"Is that why you slept with her?" Rachel moved towards him and took his hand, "I thought you were in love with her back then."
Puck wrapped her in his arms, "Nah, you're the only woman I've ever loved Rache." He sat on the bed and tugged her down with him. "No, she was upset about something, I think something Finn said. She called me and asked me to get her some wine coolers. Got drunk and told me she wanted to fuck." He sighed, "I've never not used a condom Rache, you're the first girl I've been skin to skin with." He looked at her, "I know Quinn thinks I didn't bother. And I did tell her to trust me. But not about birth control," He groaned. "I knew I was her first. I knew it would be a little uncomfortable for her but I wanted her to like it. I made sure I had the condom on. I made sure she would enjoy everything... and when we were done with each other...I took the damn thing off...and it had broken." He laughed bitterly, "Ninety nine point nine percent effective...right up until they're not."
"I'm sorry Noah," Rachel's little hand was petting his face and she pressed a kiss to his jugular. "But if you hadn't... maybe its selfish of me...but everything we've been through, with school, with Quinn and Finn, with everything... they led us to each other. I can't regret anything that led me to being with you."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Puck nodded. "So glad to have you...just wish sometimes..." He sighed. "Wish I coulda been with you... from sophomore year on. Been steady with you."
"We weren't ready," Rachel smiled at him. "We would have killed each other."
"Well if we don't come out of this room your dads are gonna kill me," Puck smoothed her hair down and smiled. "Let's get back to your very successful, nonalcoholic party."
"Let me just brush my hair real quick so I don't look too obviously like I've just been fucked within an inch of my life." Rachel grinned at him and suited action to words.
The party was going pretty strong when they came back down, Kurt and Blaine were talking to some of the football team, Blaine and Karofsky earnestly debating the Buckeyes chances in the coming year. Puck had picked up his guitar and was just playing a few riffs with Rachel cuddled beside him, chatting with Santana about music and boys. It was nice to just mess around and listen to her talk, Artie had his guitar so he was trying to talk Puck into dueling. Puck grinned, he hardly ever felt so relaxed he was disinclined to compete but Rachel had gotten him to that point tonight.
Then he noticed who else was in the room. Finn was at the party. "What the fuck," He looked at Artie. "When did he fucking get here?"
"Not sure," Mike shook his head. "He's been here since just after you two went upstairs, which is probably good because he would have lost his mind if he'd seen that."
Rachel had noticed too and she slid her hand onto Puck's knee, determinedly continuing her conversation as if the tall quarterback wasn't in the same room. Puck caught her eye and began a tune on his guitar, grinning as Artie caught on and then Mike, "Hey Rachel, why don't we show 'em all why you're gonna be a star on Broadway?"
Rachel grinned and looked at Santana, "I've always wanted to sing with you, do you know it?"
"You kidding me?" The Latina tossed her head, "Taylor Swift is my chica!"
"Well go for it then," Artie grinned and Puck smiled as the girls began to sing, voices chiming like bells,
"You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man..."
They sounded awesome and slowly the noise of the party faded as more people began to listen. Puck grinned as the football team drew closer, Kurt and Mike grinning and Dave Karofsky tilting his head curiously.
"You can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know, what you don't know...
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?"
Santana's voice had that sultry smoky sound and Rachel's sounded like windchimes, the contrast was amazing but they managed to blend their voices so well.
"You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again
I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know, what you don't know..."
Puck watched Finn fold his arms angrily as Rachel speared him with her eyes and she and Santana continued to sing.
"Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
But all you are is mean
All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean,"
Santana took one line and Rachel the other and then they alternated until the last word, singing together again.
"But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so...
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so?..)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?"
They repeated the last word in turn, and joined voices again, chiming together. "Mean."
"Damn," Mike laughed and shouted, "And that was without any practice people!"
There was a lot of laughing and Finn pushed away from the wall, "Nice party. Thanks for the invitation," He was almost sneering, "But I didn't see you when I came in. Where were you Rachel? Busy having someone shoot on your face?"
Puck almost threw his guitar down as he leapt to his feet and started towards the quarterback. Mike pushed him back but it was Rachel's hand on his arm that stopped Puck's forward motion.
"Noah, it's all right, I've got this," Her voice was calm though she had spots of bright red high on her cheekbones and her eyes were glittering dangerously. "No Finn, I wasn't. But then Noah can control himself long enough that he doesn't have that problem."
"So you admit that you-"
Finn's words were cut off by Rachel's scornful laugh, "Let's just say that Noah appreciates everything about me. And I appreciate everything about him." She let her gaze dip to Finn's crotch, "Unlike some, Noah actually exceeds expectations."
"You were with me since sophomore year and never put out but you're with him barely a month and you're fucking?" Finn sounded outraged.
"Setting aside the point that we've been together all summer, what I do with Noah is none of your business, it's between he and I," Rachel snapped back. "He doesn't make me feel like he has a set goal every time he touches me. I never feel pressured or like he won't stop if I tell him to. He's twice my size and supposed to be this awful person but I've felt safer stark naked with him than I did fully clothed with you."
"You got- but... naked? With him?" Finn was almost bellowing now.
"Yes," Rachel smiled up at Puck and he couldn't help grinning down at her as he recalled their first time in his room. "I did."
"Why, because he gave you a jacket and a ring?" Finn definitely sneered that time.
"He gave me the jacket before he even got to first base," Rachel snarled. "And the ring came afterwards. And I gave him mine. And he actually wears it, he isn't ashamed to be with me, or embarrassed by my crazy."
"He's a juvenile delinquent with delusions of not being a Lima loser for the rest of his life," Finn shouted at her and Puck felt that sting like a dart to the jugular.
"Yes he's screwed up," Rachel admitted, her voice cold and clear. "But he's paid for his mistakes. And even at his worst, he never did physical harm to anyone. Their clothes maybe, but he never beat someone within an inch of their life." She tilted her head at Finn. "But you did," She folded her arms and leaned back against Puck. "You waited until he wasn't even looking at you and you cold-cocked him. His skull cracked when he hit the ground and then you started to beat him while he was down, when he was half unconscious and couldn't even block you."
"Shit," Puck heard someone behind him say, "Puckerman's lucky he's alive."
Rachel had heard the same thing, "Yes," She nodded. "Noah could have died. His skull was fractured deep enough that they were considering surgery if the bleeding in his brain didn't stop. He had to have thirty eight stitches and he's always going to have a scar. It took forty minutes to get to the hospital. He was in a coma for a week. A full week before he came out of the coma you put him in. The boy who was supposed to be his friend. You did that."
"He got Quinn pregnant and he took you away," Finn was still shouting, his anger a painful contrast to Rachel's calm chilly demeanor.
"He and Quinn did have a baby," Rachel acknowledged, "I've lost count of how many times he apologized about that. But it was her choice too," She shook her head. "And he couldn't take me away from you because I was never really yours Finn."
"You lied about loving me?" The tall boy was getting seriously pissed now and Puck stiffened, no way was he letting Finn trash Rachel or her house. That was not going to happen.
"No, I told you the truth," Rachel's voice was still painfully cold. "I did love you. But you never really loved me. You loved what I could be, what I could give you, what you thought I was. You never wanted all of me, just the pretty parts, the ones you liked. I'm Jewish Finn. I'm short and I'm a Diva. I'm ambitious and driven and I don't accept anything less than a personal best from myself and the people around me. And I'm head over heels in love with Noah Abram Puckerman because he's accepted me for who I am and he loves me anyway."
"So you fucked him," Finn had clearly taken in the way that Rachel was leaning so comfortably against Puck. Puck put his hands on Rachel's hips and smirked.
"If you must put it so crudely," Rachel sighed as if mortally insulted by Finn's terms. "Noah and I did indeed 'fuck'." She rolled her eyes, "But he never made me feel as if I had to. He's a man. You're just a spoiled little boy. A very little boy."
"And you're nothing but a fucking whore and a bitch," Finn retorted furiously.
"Angel get away from me because I've got to hit him now," Puck snarled, his hands flexing on Rachel's hips, tugging her out from in front of him.
"Whoa man, back off," Puck glared as Karofsky moved forward to step between he and Finn, "You're still on probation. You stay with your lady." The big tackle looked at Finn, "Me and the boys'll take out the trash."
"We'll help," Mike and Blaine grabbed Finn's arms and with Karofsky hustled Finn out of the house.
"Thank you gentlemen," Rachel gave the football players a blinding smile when they came back in the house. "Your consideration is much appreciated, I'm sorry about all the...drama." She rolled her eyes and Puck grinned, "Though I admit that sounds odd coming from me."
"Aren't Diva's supposed to thrive on drama Rache?" Tina called with a grin from her seat by the fireplace.
"Too much of a good thing can be bad for you," Rachel grinned up at Puck and kissed him. "I guess the cat's out of the bag now."
"Yeah," Puck grinned and leaned down to give her the most passionate kiss he could muster, "Love you gorgeous."
"Love you too baby," She whispered back.
Author's Note: So a lot packed into one chapter. I realize its probably not completely accurate as far as the set up on Jacob goes but I'm working with very little working knowlege of police work and how to build a case. I do know that what they tempted Jacob into doing creates probable cause for a search warrant of his house and electronics.
Finn is acting like an ass again. At this point I don't think he really wants Rachel back he's just pissed that its Puck who has her. Rachel may give this one more try, to make him understand and then I see her washing her hands of Finn and his issues. There's only so much responsibility she's willing to take.
I hope you guys liked it. I got a lot more writing done this weekend so I'm pretty pleased and I'm hoping I'll get the remainder of the story framed out soon. I'd love your opinions on how I'm doing.
I'm also working on something to deal with Mr. Schuester since so many of you seem to want him dead or maimed. LOL