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Puck was watching her. He didn't want to. He had come to this party hoping that he could avoid his fellow gleeks, but somehow she was there. He had barely even noticed her at first. He looked around the room, taking stock, as he entered. It wasn't until he looked again that he even saw her.

He wouldn't have cared at all if she hadn't been openly staring at him. She held a red cup in her hands and she was looking at him. He couldn't even really call it looking, or even staring. It was more like she was devouring him.

He tried to glare back at her. As he did, a feral grin spread across her face. He was actually a little scared, so he turned away. He saw Mike Chang across the room and headed in his direction, all the while feeling her eyes on his back.

***

He had managed to go an entire five minutes without looking in her direction.

***

"Hello, Noah." Rachel Berry whispered behind him. He had somehow escaped to the back yard of the small house, away from the party.

"Berry." He said. He tried not to look at her.

She handed him a cup. "Have a drink."

He hesitated and then smirked. "How do I know you haven't spiked it or something?" He said as he took the red plastic from her hand.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and searching. "You don't."

He smirked again and downed the cup in one gulp. Damn it was strong. He looked down at her. Why was he here? Why was she? Why was he here with her? "You surprise me sometimes Berry." He said, sitting down in a lawn chair.

Rachel leaned against the side of the house. He noticed for the first time what she was wearing; tight skinny jeans (why did they even make clothes that small?), a black sweater that looked very soft, and her hair was pulled back from her face showing her long neck.

He waited for her to say something. The silence grew bigger and longer. He opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed there were no words.

"How?"

The word, though spoken softly, was unexpected and he almost jumped. He maintained his cool. Now he was looking up at her. "How do you surprise me?" He asked.

She only frowned a little. "Well, Berry," he said, "we've been sitting here for almost ten minutes and you haven't said a word. Not to mention that you've been staring at me all night, or that you seem to magically appear from nowhere."

He glared at her. He wanted answers. Rachel moved from her place on the wall. Puck jumped up, she wasn't going to leave without answering him. He blocked the door way. "Why are you here, Berry?"

"Rachel."

"What?"

"Call me Rachel."

"Fine. What do you want from me, Rachel?"

She took two small steps towards him and placed her small hand on his chest. He glared down at her. What was she thinking? The hand traveled up over his shoulder to the back of his neck. He found himself leaning down towards her. He also found his hands around her waist pulling her up.

Her lips were soft against his. The kiss was modest and lasted only a few moments, but he wanted more. Caught off guard, Rachel slipped around him back into the kitchen. She had another cup in her hand. He offered to take it, but she brought it to her lips and took a small sip.

The sour look on her face made him smile. He took the cup from her and downed the rest of the strong drink. He took a step towards her. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to make her moan.

"Let's get out of here." She said.

He grinned, wide. "Doll, you've gone and gotten me drunk. I'm in no condition to drive."

She smiled at his words and held out her hand to him. He smiled back and gave her the keys to his truck. Rachel snapped them up greedily and turned towards the door. He followed.

***

Rachel Berry knew how to drive a stick.

***

She parked the car outside of his silent and dark house.

"How do you know where I live?" he asked. He liked how tiny she looked behind the wheel of his truck.

She smiled. She put her hand on his knee. She looked him straight in the eyes as she kissed him.

Puck pulled her into his lap. His hands wondered over her body, soft in all of the right places. His tongue gently swiped across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth eagerly. His hands went under her sweater and she didn't stop him.

He reached around her back to undo the clasp of her bra, but she pulled away, a wicked smile on her face. "There's no hurry tonight Noah. You can take as long as you want."

He nodded dumbly. He would never admit it but he had once had a dream very similar to this. Rachel Berry, with him, in his bed, no clothes, and with a healthy appetite for sex.

Rachel hopped out of his truck and walked over to the other side. Puck watchekid her fascinated. She opened the door on his side. He smiled. "Shouldn't I be doing this for you?" He asked with his eyebrows raised.

She bit her lip with an ambitious look in her eye. "You're drunk."

"Maybe," he replied, "maybe not." He slid out of the truck and took one step before promptly falling to the ground. He reached out and managed to pull Rachel down with him. She landed on top of him with a small noise. He craned his neck forwards for another kiss, but she was standing before he knew what happened.

She jingled the keys in front of his face with a smile and turned towards his front door.