32 Fucking Perfect

Rachel knew that she'd played on Shelby's guilt to get her to bring the Trouble Tones, and she really didn't care. Puck was looking at her in concern and she smiled, "It's all right, really." She kissed him again quickly just because she could now and grinned.

"You want me up here?" Puck asked in a low voice the mike wouldn't pick up.

"I'd love to have you up here, but as much as I love you, I'm not just singing to you," She smiled. "So if you'll take your place beside Santana, I'm sure she can keep you out of trouble."

Puck chuckled and gave her one last dizzying kiss before he jogged down the stage steps. Rachel made her way to the mike and lowered it so she could sing without standing on her tip toes. "Hey guys, thanks for coming," She said quietly. "This isn't appropriate for the competitions or anything, its just something personal I wanted to sing for all of you." She smiled slightly, "I'm pretty sure you'll recognize it. The original singer/songwriter made it pretty popular."

Artie gave her a grin before he began the intro to the song and Rachel breathed a nervous sigh before she took her breath to begin,

"Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life..."

It was her life, that was the point, but it was theirs too, and nobody deserved to feel the way all of them felt at least once on a daily basis.

"Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around..."

Rachel looked at Puck and her friends and then at Kurt sitting beside Blaine before she spread her arms and began the chorus,

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me..."

She looked at Coach and Puck as she sang the next lines, she couldn't stand how badly they referred to themselves sometimes,

"You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead."

She shook her head and looked at Kurt, firmed her jaw and sang directly at him, hoping he'd understand that she knew what he'd done,

"So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game..."

Rachel looked up at Shelby and Mercedes, Quinn and Sugar and hoped they understood she was done, done with all of it. She wanted Puck and she wanted Broadway, everything else was incidental,

"It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Ohh ohhhhhhh)

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me..."

She laughed down at Artie and they sang the next verse together, his voice lending hers credence to the rap style lyric, the last line a near scream of defiance,

"The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?

(Yeah!)
I'm Pretty, pretty, pretty..."

She looked at Puck again and the rest of her friends who'd done their best to help her when it seemed like everything was falling apart. She owed them so much, they'd stood by her, helped her figure things out, let her cry and listened. And then they'd helped her fix things,

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing,"

Rachel smiled at the guys who'd given up their free time to learn this song, and they took their hands off their instruments leaving her the last few words accappella,

"You are perfect to me."

Her voice had barely died away when Puck was on his feet with a whoop, "Yeah!"

She laughed into the mike and shook her head, "Thanks but I'm no Pink. Santana would have done it much better."

"I like Trouble," Santana called. "I call dibs on that."

"You got it," Rachel laughed as she climbed down the stage. "Thanks for the instrumental help guys," She called to Artie as Puck reached her and grabbed her up for another hug and a deep hot kiss that had her knees going weak. "Hmm..." She moaned into his mouth and tugged at the hair at the base of his neck. "Noah, if you don't stop that I'm not going to make it through the rest of practice."

"I am not hanging around here," Puck told her flatly. "I want you, alone, in your room, preferably for several days and with a locked door." He kissed her again and his hands crept down towards her ass. Rachel felt her resistance weakening dangerously.

Sue Sylvester, thankfully, was immune to the Puckerman charm, "Puckerman you're going to stay at this rehearsal if I have to nail your feet to the floor."

Rachel groaned and sighed as Puck scooped her up and sat down in one of the seats near Santana and Lauren. "It's Friday," She whispered the reminder.

"Yeah?" Puck nearly groaned the word in her ear.

"My dads are left this morning for their annual pilgrimage to Graceland," Rachel kissed his neck and shivered at the feeling of his skin under her lips.

"So you've got the house to yourself for the weekend?" Puck asked hopefully.

"Well Sam will be downstairs but since he knows about us I don't think he'll mind too much," Rachel murmured.

"Oh this day can't end fast enough," Puck groaned and began to nibble on her ear. He wasn't allowed to do that for long as Mr. Schuester called his name. "What?" Puck asked in aggravation.

"I'm told you have an idea for a duet for Nationals," Schuester asked coolly.

"Yeah," Puck groaned. "Fuck, now I gotta let go of my girl." He pressed a kiss to her cheek and stood up, still holding her, before putting her back down in his seat. Grabbing the sheet music out of his guitar case he began to show it to Schuester and Brad the pianist. "Its performed traditionally as a solo but I think it could rock as a duet."

"This certainly is retro," Sue admitted looking over the music.

"And its a ballad which we need," Beiste said with a nod. "I'll make some copies of it. Puck, you and Rachel... why don't you work on this together."

"You're just giving them solos for Nationals, assuming we make it that far? Already?" Kurt's outraged voice rang through the auditorium and Rachel glanced cautiously over her shoulder to be sure the Trouble Tones had left.

"We told them to work on it," Sue cut the boy off. "Don't get your panties in a twist Porcelain. It means they're doing the arrangements. It doesn't automatically mean a solo. Though I do feel that anyone who can move effortlessly from Gordon Lightfoot to Pink and into Country certainly deserves a solo."

"You know we vote on solos based on who has the best performance," Coach Beiste told Kurt reasonably.

"But if they arrange a duet it means its automatically a male/female duet," Kurt argued.

"Not necessarily," Santana interjected. "Berry's got tons of music at home that she's worked up. There's stuff for all of us. She and I even worked on something modern the other day."

"Like what? You singing backup while she frontlines?" Kurt frowned at the Cheerio.

"Uh no," Santana shook her head. "B, you wanna show him?"

"Now?" Rachel blinked. "Santana are you certain?"

"Not the whole thing, just like the first few verses," Santana coaxed. "You don't even gotta stand up."

"It works better when we're facing each other," Rachel sighed and made her way over to her friend. "All right, on the three count?"

"You know it B," Santana chuckled and counted it off, as Rachel grinned. They'd played it as a game, alternating lines, back and forth like an argument and the effect was fun and suited the song,

"You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.

Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you."

Joining their voices for the second half of the chorus was instinct and a year and a half of learning to sing together but they still managed to sound like they were arguing,

"So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night..."

Rachel grinned at Santana and laughed at the look on Kurt's face, "See Kurt, I do know how to share." She looked at Puck who was staring with green hazed eyes and knew exactly what her boyfriend was thinking, "Well, I share musically." She amended her statement.

"Yeah, sad," Santana put her arm around Rachel's waist teasingly, "I was really hoping to get some Berry action before I graduated."

"Uh no," Rachel giggled, "I'm a one man woman." She tilted her head and grinned at Puck, "Well, at least one at a time."

"Just stick with one," Puck told her as he came close enough to kiss her again. "That was so fuckin' hot baby." He breathed into her mouth, "And now I really gotta get you alone."

Unfortunately for the two of them, that was not meant to be, at least not until Schuester had his say about music and assignments and what have you until Rachel was nearly screaming with frustration. Ten minutes after their normal dismissal time the music director was still talking and she stood up from Puck's lap. "We have to leave. I have an appointment," She announced abruptly.

"And appointment for what?" Mr. Schuester demanded.

"None of your business," Rachel retorted. "It's past four, we're supposed to leave at four. I have to leave now if I'm going to make my appointment." As if her words were an alarm everyone else began to grab their belongings and what seemed like a mass exodus began. Puck grabbed his guitar case and his backpack while Rachel got her rolling case handle and began to haul it up the stairs. "Noah, you can give me a ride, right?" She asked softly, "You don't have to be home to watch Rebekah?"

"I do not," Puck shook his head.

"Then we're good," Rachel grinned up at him. "I'm am so going to make up for all the time you were unhappy," She promised. His groan as she swayed her hips was enough to send her blood pumping harder and she hoped he'd drive fast on the way home.

Puck watched Rachel's ass twitch as she strutted up her sidewalk, pulling her case behind her. She was almost running for her front door and he had to admit he was close behind her. "Oh my God, baby," He groaned as she unlocked the door, keyed in her alarm code and slammed the door shut behind him. Her hands fisted in his shirt and her mouth fastened to his. He'd never felt anything so electric, so hot in his life, as his girl claiming him, taking his mouth.

His hands slid down her back to that perfect curvy ass and squeezed pulling her tight to his body. She was so tiny compared to him but she was every inch of her perfect, silky skin, firm body, gorgeous curved breasts pressing against his chest. He bent down and began to nip and lick and suck at her mouth, taking over the kiss until she was moaning into his mouth. "Noah, Noah, I want..." Rachel was gasping. "Please just fuck me. I need you in me Noah."

"God I wanna, but I need to..." Puck pushed his hand up under her skirt, finding her panties and sliding his fingers inside. She was already wet, ready and he groaned and pushed two of his fingers inside her, using his thumb on her clit. "God Rache, you're so fuckin' good, so wet and good," He groaned as he worked his fingers inside her and Rachel shuddered against him. "Come for me baby. Gotta feel you come for me."

Rache was bucking against his hand, moaning and shuddering and he wished he'd taken the time to pull off all her clothes. "Oh, God, Noah," She shrieked and her pussy felt like it was hot and melting so wet in his hand and throbbing around his fingers.

He groaned and slid an arm under her ass, pulling her feet off the floor. He had to get her to a bed, preferably hers, before he just took her against the front door. "C'mon Rachel, I gotta get you in bed," Puck groaned into her mouth as he steadily mounted the stairs. He managed to get her door open, managed to lay her back on her bed, all without pulling his fingers out of her sweet wet pussy but then he had to get undressed. "Take off your clothes Rache," He muttered the command, kissing her still.

"Hmm..." Rachel's hands began to pull off her clothes, shirt, skirt, socks and shoes thrown carelessly on the floor with her bra and panties following.

Puck dragged his clothes off until the only thing left were his shorts. And her hand reached out and wrapped around his cock, stroking him steadily until he was moaning. "Baby I wanna...I gotta be inside you," He slid his hands up her thighs, slowly pushing them apart.

"Yes, please God yes," Rachel nodded. "Noah just please, push into me...I need to feel you..." She was writhing in his hands, ready and willing and if he didn't have her soon he would legit go crazy. Pushing her farther onto the bed he crawled on top of her and moaned at the feel of her body laid out under his.

"So fuckin' good baby," He groaned the words and dropped his mouth down to her pretty tits. She was so gorgeous, hot and swollen with need, his hands filled with her curves, squeezing and massaging until she was moaning and squirming under him. Puck needed to make it good for her, more than anything he needed to show her that he could at least do this for her. He might screw up with words but when it came to sex, when it came to the physical act of love, he could show her how he felt.

Puck let his body press down to hers, let his hips be cradled against her thighs until his cock was nudging against her entrance. She was so wet, hot and slick and he couldn't wait anymore, pushing forward and groaning over the feel of her body. Slowly he slid into her, until Rachel's body surrounded his and she was throbbing and blazing around him, liquid heat and perfection. "Oh, Noah, yes...so... right... Noah please... I want..." He loved when he made her incoherent. Loved with his smart girl just lost all her words with what he was doing to her.

"I love you Rachel," He began to kiss her again, soft and sweet as he could make his mouth, tender, keeping his hands gentle. "God I love you." She tilted her hips under him, squeezing the muscles around his cock and he flat out moaned, unable to help himself. He twisted his hips and began to slide in and out of her body, pounding back into her until Rachel was fluttering around him, her tight wet heat gripping his cock, until Puck was sure he'd lose control and come in her before she came again.

"Noah, oh God...I'm..." Rachel was clinging to him, her body wrapped around his, shuddering and writhing beneath him as he pistoned in and out of her. Her scream of his name was simultaneous with her body exploding around his, dragging him forward, pulling his cock deeper and deeper inside of her until he was moaning and yelling her name. His orgasm slammed through him like a freight train, leaving him shaking and gasping as he came, his cum pouring out of him.

"God Rachel," He could barely catch his breath. "God I've missed you." He couldn't help it, he kissed her again, devouring her mouth, feeling his body hardening inside her. "Again baby," Puck slid his hand between their bodies and began to flick her clit with his fingers. "I'm gonna bring you good and hard all over again."

He padded downstairs in his shorts and nothing else later, grabbing their bags and hauling them up the stairs. Rachel was spread out on the bed, sprawled on her stomach, her hair tangled over one shoulder, and he'd never seen a hotter sight in his life.

He'd lost count of how many times they'd made love that afternoon, showered and cleaned up and made love again. Puck had taken a few minutes after their shower to call his mom and let her know that he was at Rachel's house. He'd sweet talked her into letting him stay at Rachel's overnight. His mom had been so hopeful that he and Rachel would get back together and once he'd mentioned to her that he and Rachel were working things out it hadn't taken a lot of sweet talking.

Puck put the bottle of water he'd grabbed on the dresser and slid into the bed beside Rachel, "Baby c'mon have somethin' to drink." He coaxed. "Need to protect your voice."

"Hmm...Noah..." Rachel turned over lazily and pushed a pillow behind her. "Did your mom really say you could stay?"

"Yeah," Puck nodded and helped her sit up before he handed her the water. "Means I can make up for bein' a jerk the whole night," He watched her drink, a long gulp before she handed him the water.

"And I can make up to you for my stupidity the whole night," Rachel smiled hopefully at him.

Puck leaned down and kissed her again, "How about we agree that we were both kinda dumb and we talk about this stuff in the future?"

"I'm so sorry I hurt you baby," Rachel whispered. "I love you so much. And I'm so sorry." She pulled him down to her and kissed his neck, "I promise, I'll talk to you in the future."

"And I'll talk to you," Puck promised. "I won't let you shut me out like that again. I won't lie down and take it if you start pulling away. I promise Rachel, we're in this together. You're my best friend. Without you... well the world goes on...but I don't not really."

"Me neither," Her voice was soft on his skin, brushing over him like a caress. "I just...exist when you aren't with me."

"Well I guess we got plenty of incentive to not screw up like this again," Puck smiled down at her. "Now why don't I prove to you that I'm a good boyfriend?"

"Hmm..." Rachel's tongue was tracing the line of his jaw to his ear. "I'm more interested in proving I'm a good girlfriend."

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in posting folks. The crazy time at work rolled around and I also came down with a nasty infection at the same time. Makes for a difficult time writing. But I think I've got the writers block kicked and the infection is being treated with antibiotics. So hopefully this will start flowing more smoothly.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading.