Rachel sat in the passenger seat of Noah's truck, trying to keep her emotions in check. Noah had made a couple of calls and was going to have Rachel's car driven to a car wash and she would be able to pick it up in the morning. Rachel was very grateful. "Umm, where do you want to go?" Noah asked her.
"My dads are out of town. Can you just take me home?"
"Yeah, sure. No problem."
"Thank you" she whispered.
When they were about half way to Rachel's house Noah spoke again, "did you see the look on Finns face when he saw you leave with me. I never knew someone could go from laughing to pissed off so fast." Noah was trying to make her feel better.
"Well… I guess that's good." Rachel's face fell.
Noah noticed this. His face fell as well. Why couldn't she see that Finn was no good for her. Finn didn't deserve her. No like he deserved Rachel Berry either. He just wanted her to be happy.
Unfortunately, his curiosity had gotten the best of him and he just had to ask. "What do you see in that douche anyways?"
Rachel turned to him, "isn't he your best friend?"
Noah shrugged, "doesn't matter. He shouldn't have done that to you."
"You used to."
"And I'm sorry about that." He pulled up in front of her house. "Here we are."
Rachel looked out the windshield of Noah's truck. Noah was right. Finn was a douche and he was with Quinn. She had a decision to make.
She turned to Noah. "Will you come inside?" Rachel bit her lip, waiting for his response.
"Of course." He answered, shutting off the engine. He got out and ran over to the passenger side, opening the door to let Rachel out.
The truck was high up and Rachel couldn't tell what had come over her but she turned to face Noah, wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him hard. Today was the day she was going to stop pining over Finn.
Puck pulled away from Rachel, his hands on her thighs. "As much as I would love to run my hands further up this skirt right now, your neighbors would probably call the cops." He whispered in her ear.
Rachel quickly grabbed her packback and hopped out of the car and pulled Noah towards the front door.
Remembering exactly where he was going, Noah backed Rachel all the way through the house and up to her bedroom, kissing her the whole way. Thrown on the stairs were his leather jacket and her sweater as he backed her into the bedroom and to the bed. Together they fell onto the soft pink comforter.
Rachel smiled at him; flipping him over so she could gain some control over the situation. She knelt above him; her short skirt riding higher and higher up her milky thighs. And those milky thighs were exactly where Noah was going to rest his hands.
She placed her delicate fingers on the top button of her blouse and Noah's breath caught in his throat. This was really going to happen. He watched, never blinking as she finished with her shirt. God she was beautiful
He watched as she peeled off her blouse, throwing it onto the floor. He only had seconds to admire her breasts and tight tummy before his lips assaulted his own.
She kissed his fiercely and with an intense desperation. He kissed her back just as fiercely. She moved her hands down his chiseled chest to his pant. Noah was in heaven.
Noah was in heaven until his brain got involved. Rachel was vulnerable right now. She was desperately trying to forget Finns betrayal; even if it meant thinking irrationally. She probably didn't want to lose her virginity tonight and didn't want her to regret anything.
By this time Rachel had removed his belt and was unzipping his fly. Noah sighed and swore to himself. He caught Rachel's hands in his pinning them at her sides.
"Noah… What's wrong?"
"Rachel… I can't do this… with you."
Ever the perfectionist, Rachel asked, "was it me? Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course not. You were great. Trust me." She looked at him intently, "I can't believe I'm going to say this"
"We should have never broken up Rach."
"We would never have worked out. We liked other people."
"No. You like another person Rachel. You still do and I don't want to be the one you use to try and get over him or get back at him or whatever the hell you're trying to do."
Rachel got off of Noah slowly, picking up her shirt from the floor. "I think you should leave Noah."
"Please." She whispered harshly, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, "leave."