"He's the first boy I've ever loved, Puck. You were just some guy I hooked up with when I was-"

"Drunk off wine coolers and having a fat day, I know." Puck says, his expression and voice emotionless, even though he can practically feel his fucking heart breaking.

Quinn sighs and looks down. He knows that she doesn't want to hurt him, but that doesn't mean it doesn't fucking sting like a bitch. They spent the summer together and he fucking loved her with everything he had in him. He'd never felt that way about a girl, ever. And this was exactly why.

"I'm sorry, Puck. Don't hate me." She says, looking up at him with her big, sparkling eyes.

"Whatever." He shrugs. "You want to go back to Finn, go ahead." He says, acting like he doesn't care. He doesn't need her to know she's breaking him. "We had a good summer. It's a new school year though, we should screw other people." He nods as if in agreement.

"Puck, stop. It's not like that." Quinn says, speaking quietly so nobody walking up and down the hallway can hear her.

"Not for you. But I'll be sure to get some now that Miss Celibacy is off my back." He smirks.

Her jaw drops and then tenses and she looks away from him. "Fine. Act like a jerk because you're hurting, but I really am sorry." She says. She puts her hand on his arm and he jerks away.

"Whatever, Quinn. Go find Finn and celebrate! You can be the god damn golden couple again." He snorts before turning and walking away. He's not fucking going to class now, fuck that.

He passes Finn on the way who gives him a nod and Puck wants to jump on him and beat the shit out of him, but he flips him the bird and continues walking. He's not sure where he'll go, but he doesn't give a shit if he gets another detention for ditching.

He walks out the doors and heads for his truck, intent on just driving around and blowing off some steam. But he only gets a few steps before he hears something that makes him freeze. It sounds like a girl…crying.

He turns and sure enough, there's a girl sitting on the ground next to the door with her knees to her chest, her face in her hands and she's sobbing. It takes him a second to realize who it is.

"Berry?" he asks, taking a few steps towards her.

Rachel snaps her head to look at him and he doesn't think he's ever seen her in such shitty shape. Her eyes are red and puffy, her cheeks are tear stained, and what little make up she wears has been smeared all over her eyelids.

"Oh. Hi, N-Noah." She stutters between sobs.

He hates it when chicks cry. It's like, getting shot in the balls or something. He just hates it. He always has.

"What's wrong?" he asks her, wanting to make her stop crying.

She sniffles and her body shakes a bit.

"F-F-F-Finn and Qu-Qu-Quinn are-"

"Oh. Yeah, I've heard." He interrupts, not needing a reminder. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Dudes don't cry. Except Kurt, but he's barely a dude. "You wanna go for a drive?" he asks Rachel suddenly, even though he's barely thought it through. He just knows that he definitely doesn't want to go to class, and she doesn't look like she's in any shape to either.

Rachel looks a bit surprised but she nods. "Sure." She says and honestly, that surprises Puck.

He holds his hand out to her and she takes it, pulling herself up. She wipes at her face with the tissue she's holding, but he thinks it's pointless because she just starts sobbing again. He needs to fix this.

He walks to his truck with her trailing behind him, blubbering like a baby. He opens the door for her and helps her inside before tossing his backpack in the back and walking around. He climbs in and sits still for a moment before slamming his fist on the wheel.

"FUCK!" he yells at the top of his lungs, making Rachel nearly jump out of her skin. He leans his head against the steering wheel, trying to get his composure or whatever back so he doesn't completely lose his shit. At least, in front of her.

After a few seconds, he feels her move closer and put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. He turns to look at her and she nods.

"I know how you feel." She whispers with a sniffle.

"We shoulda seen it coming." He says, closing his eyes.

He hears her whimper and is afraid she is about to start bawling again so he leans back and pulls her tight against him. Not only does he think she needs it, but he needs it too. She smells like apples and strawberries, and she's warm, and she wraps her arms around him too. They both need this. She's hugging him so tightly that it's like she thinks she's going to disappear if she doesn't hold on for dear life, but he doesn't mind. It's nice to feel needed like this.

"I want to hate him." She whispers.

"I know." He responds.

"I really loved him." She chokes as more sobs come.

He holds her tighter.

"I gave him my virginity for crying out loud." She whimpers, nuzzling into his neck.

Now he's not only angry with Finn and Quinn for himself, but for Rachel too. The bastard took her virginity and then broke her heart. What a fuckin' toolbag.

"Wanna go see a movie?" he asks her.

"What movie?" she responds.

"I don't care. Anything. Something gory and violent with tall football players and blonde cheerleaders getting their heads chopped off."

And she sort of giggles. "Sure. Sounds good to me."

So they separate and they drive to the nearest movie theater. The soonest movie playing is some Pixar kids movie, but he doesn't care. He buys two tickets, a large popcorn, and a large soda for them to share, and they go in. They're the only ones in this theater because this is the movies last week running here, and it's one-fifteen on a Wednesday.

The movie's actually not bad, and he hears Rachel laugh at it, which is good. He can't stand it when chicks cry, and he wants her to be done crying by the time they leave. He even laughs too, but only a couple times.

When he reaches for the drink just as she's putting it down, his hand wraps around hers for a split second and then they both retract their limbs as though they've been burnt. He doesn't reach for the drink again.

When the movie ends, she claps as though it were a theater performance and he shakes his head at her.

"That was enjoyable, for a children's film, wouldn't you say?" she asks him as he stands and stretches and if he didn't know any better, he'd say her eyes trailed down to the bit of stomach that shows when his shirt rides up.

"Yeah, it was alright." He shrugs, grabbing the popcorn and the drink and then following her down the row of chairs back to the aisle. And yeah, he watches her ass in the little black skirt she's wearing. He bets if she bends over, he'd be able to tell what color panties she's wearing.

"Thank you for taking me." She says once they step back into the bright sunlight. They both blink for a second before heading back to his truck.

"No problem." He says, once again helping her back in.

This is weird. Even when they dated, if you could call it that, he didn't take her on dates. Granted, they were both obsessed with someone else at the time but still.

It's weird, but at the same time, he realizes that he doesn't want to be alone.

It's two thirty by the time they get back into his truck and start driving back down the road. Too early to go home, but school is definitely not an option.

"Where to?" he asks.

"Take a left up there." She says.

"Are you going home?" he asks her.

"Oh, no. I don't want to explain to my fathers why I'm home." She says, shaking her head. "I just need to go to my…special place." She nods.

He's confused, but he follows her directions as she gives them to him. A left here, three blocks, another left, and now a right. They're on a long stretch of road now, heading away from Lima.

"Where are we going?" he asks warily.

"Just a bit farther." She nods.

He doesn't have it in him to argue with her, so he keeps going. They pass a few houses, but they're widely spread apart. He wonders what the hell she's thinking about. Where is this 'special' place of hers?

"Take this left!" she says, and she sounds so excited that he chuckles as he does what she says.

A few miles later, they approach this massive, ancient looking building that looks like it used to be some sort of theater or something. "What is it?" he asks when he parks.

"It used to be a theater, for plays and musicals and the like, before movie theaters got big." She says before opening the door and jumping down. "Come inside!" she urges before shutting the door.

He sighs, but follows her anyways, locking his truck before he does. "Are we even supposed to be here?" he asks.

She's quiet for a minute as she carefully moves some strategically placed boards that are in front of a door. "Technically, there is nothing that says we can't be." She says.

"Except that 'No Trespassers' sign." He says, pointing to the wooden sign on the ground. It's dirty and faded, but it still clearly reads 'No Trespassers'.

"What sign?" she asks, though she's not looking at it, or even at him.

"That one." He says.

"Hm…odd, I don't see one."

"You're not looking." He chuckles, knowing she's avoiding it on purpose.

"Come on!" she says, ignoring him.

He shakes his head and follows her in. He's down with breaking some rules, and besides, this could be kinda cool. He follows her as she walks deeper and deeper into the dark theater and he wonders how often she comes here. She takes a sudden sharp right and he almost loses her.

"Stairs." She warns, and with good reason, because even with her warning, he trips over the first one. "Stairs end." She says after five steps. "Stay there." She orders, but he can hear her walking away.

A few seconds of darkness and then he's blinded suddenly by an obnoxiously bright light. It takes him a minute to realize, it's the sun and it's coming from an emergency exit door on the other side of the…stage?

Of course. Rachel Berry's special place is a damn stage in an old, condemned theater.

She walks to the front and center of the stage and stares out at the old, dusty seats and he can't help but watch her.

Suddenly, she takes a deep breath belts out the loudest, longest, scream he's ever heard, making him jump and nearly fall down the stairs. He looks at her like she's crazy when she's finished and he watches her stand there, panting.

"Normally…I sing." She explains. "But I just…I needed to scream." She sighs.

"Well, I coulda helped you with that." He says before he even thinks about it.

Wait…did he just make a sexual joke to Rachel Berry?

She turns towards him. "Will you come here?" she asks.

At first, he thinks about saying no, but then he decides 'Well, fuck it.' And he approaches her almost warily. He's a few feet away from her when he stops. "Yeah?"

She sighs as she turns away from him, back to the chairs. "I should have had sex with you when I had the chance." She says.

"Wait, what?" he asks, moving a few steps closer.

"I had sex with Finn, and he broke my heart. I didn't love you, therefore you wouldn't have broken my heart. I should have just had sex with you and gotten it over with." She sighs, hugging herself.

He thinks she's about to cry again, and he doesn't want that.

"Don't like…beat yourself up." He says, walking so that he is standing next to her, looking out at the 'audience'.

"I hate men." She sighs. He chuckles.

"I've got Santana's number." He offers.

She elbows him playfully. "Not what I meant."

"I know. But if it ever is what you mean, let me watch, kay?" he smirks.

"You're a pig, Noah Puckerman."

He chuckles. "I know." He agrees. "But secretly, I bet you love it." He says, looking over at her.

She rolls her eyes and looks up at him, but he can only see about half of her face in this light. "For some reason, I do." She says with a small smile before looking back to the seats.

"Good to know." He says with a chuckle.

"Did you love her?" she asks suddenly.

He looks away, not wanting to answer. But it's Rachel, so she'll probably grill him until he does.

"Yeah." He nods. "A lot."

"I'm sorry." She says.

"Me too." He agrees with a nod. "Wanna make-out just so that we can tell people and piss them off?" he asks her.

She giggles and shakes her head at him. "That's very childish." She smiles.

"So? It'll be fun. Promise." He grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Noah…" she says, her voice somewhere half way between reprimanding and amused.

"Come on. We can make-out right here, on stage. We can pretend we're in a play or some shit." He smiles, turning towards her and gently grabbing her arm to pull her close.

"I don't want to defile the stage!" she squeals as he pulls her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. She's smiling though, so he knows it's cool.

He brings one hand up to cup her cheek and bend her head back so she'll at least make eye contact with him. "Do you remember when I sang 'Sweet Caroline' just because you wanted a guy who could do a solo?" he asks her.

"Yes." She says, and he can feel her breath on his face.

"Well, you still owe me." He grins.

She giggles and shakes her head. "You-"

He cuts her off by kissing her, knowing that if she really doesn't want him to, she'll push him away, or slap him, or a combination of the two, and then he'll respect it and leave her alone. But she doesn't. She holds his bicep with one hand, and the forearm of the hand that's holding her face.

He's forgotten how good of a kisser miss Rachel Berry is. He puts his other arm on her hip and sighs softly when she wraps her arms around his neck, opening her mouth a bit to deepen the kiss. Hot.

He slips his tongue between her lips and the little mewing noise shoots right down to his dick. He brushes his tongue against hers and this time, she moans and he wonders if she's getting wet.

Wait! He did not just wonder about the effect he was having on Rachel Berry's nether regions!

When she slips her tongue into his mouth, brushing against his bottom lip, he realizes that whether or not she's getting wet, he's getting hard. She is a damn good kisser. He slides his hands around to her ass, squeezing as he pulls their bodies closer together, and she sighs huskily, breaking their kiss. He places kisses down her jaw and neck and she's sighing and whimpering, and he's getting a ridiculous hard on listening to it.

"Stop making those noises." He breathes into her ear.

"Why?" she asks, sounding a little breathless.

"Because." He says before squeezing her ass and kissing her pulse point (making her whimper again.) "You're making me hard." He whispers.

He hears her suck in a breath and he smirks as he continues kissing her neck and collar bone. He wonders what she'd do if he gave her a hickey.

"We're even then." She whispers.

"What?"

"You're making me wet…so we're even." She says, a little breathlessly.

Holy. Fuck. He's making Rachel Berry wet.

"I want to feel." He says bravely, and she shudders at his boldness.

"I…We…I ca-"

"If you want me to, but don't want to say yes, just be quiet." He whispers.

And he finds the key to getting Rachel Berry to be quiet. She squeezes his shoulder for a split second and he wonders if she's as excited for him to touch her as he is.

He slides one hand around her hip, down her thigh, and then up her skirt. He pulls her panties down slightly before sliding his hand against her, and she's fucking wet.

"Damn, Rachel." He whispers, rubbing her up and down, making her groan and shake.

"Noah," she says breathlessly. "I need…down." She manages to say. "Floor."

He smirks. For some reason, it's an ego stroke that she needs to be on the ground or else she's going to fall. He pulls his hand out of her panties and then scoops her up bridal style.

"There's blankets over there." She says, pointing towards a dark corner of the stage. "I come here a lot."

And she's about to come in a different way, he thinks has he walks to where she's pointing and lays her on a heap of blankets. He lays on his side and starts kissing her neck again, sliding his hand up her thigh and then back beneath her skirt, loving the way she's moaning and sighing when he's barely touched her.

He pulls her panties down some more and begins rubbing her again, groaning at how wet she is. He vaguely wonders how she would feel around his cock, and even more so when he slips a finger inside of her and she's so fucking tight.

"Oh, Noah," she sighs, and he watches her face, even though he can only see half of it because of the light. She's got her bottom lip between her teeth and her brow is furrowed as she enjoys him slowly pumping a finger in and out of her.

"Mm, you're so tight." He sighs and it's all he can do not to rip his jeans off and fuck her senseless.

She whimpers when he says things like that, so he gathers that she also likes dirty talk. Fuck. Where has she been all his life?

"You like it when I say stuff like that?" he asks her, making sure his lips brush against her ear lobe.

She whimpers and nods. "Mmhm."

Finn is a fucking idiot.

He curls his finger inside her, making her gasp. "My dick is so hard for you right now." He groans, and he isn't saying that just to be dirty. He's saying it because it's true and all he wants to do right now is pull his jeans down, push her panties out of the way, and fuck her until she's screaming his name.

"I want…to touch you." She says, gently pushing his hand away.

Repeat: Finn is a fucking idiot.

She sits up slightly and he doesn't need to be told twice that she wants to jack him off. He lays down on the blankets and watches, getting harder by the second, as Rachel gets to her knees and unbuttons his jeans. She pulls them down to about mid-thigh and her eyes widen slightly when she sees the bulge in his boxers. He resists the urge to say 'Oh yeah, all man right here, baby.'

When she pulls his boxers down, he hisses slightly when the waist band slides across his dick. He leans his head back, closing his eyes and waiting.

He doesn't wait long.

She wraps her slender fingers around him her hand is moist and warm, and he wonders if he used her tongue or her…other fluids, but he doesn't care, because it feels fucking good.

"Mm, Rachel." He groans as she slowly pumps her fist up and down.

Clearly, this gives her confidence because she speeds up, squeezing him every so often, turning her hand at different angles. And it feels so fucking good.

He's picturing a million different scenarios right now. Rachel, with her legs spread wide on the stage, him pumping into her furiously. He pictures her sweet, singing lips wrapped around his cock. He pictures her on her hands and knees in the bed of his truck while he takes her from behind. He groans as he pictures that one clearly while she speeds up. His hands turn into fists in the blankets for a moment and he realizes that he doesn't want to be the only one coming if he does.

He opens his eyes and his happy to see that she's well within reach. She's sitting on her knees, her legs apart, and her eyes are practically glued to his cock as she pumps up and down. He smirks and slides his hand between her legs, making her jump slightly but as soon as she realizes what he's doing, she keeps going.

It's the hottest thing he's ever experienced. He slips a finger inside her, listening to her gasp. He adds another finger and it's so tight that he's surprised he doesn't blow his load.

He won't be able to leave here today without fucking her.

He sits up, grabbing her hips and pushing her down back to the blankets, hearing her gasp in surprise.

"Noah!" she says.

He begins kissing her neck again as he makes work of unbuttoning her blouse. He places kisses down her chest and in between her breasts, enjoying the way she's sighing and dragging her nails gently along his scalp. Once all her buttons are undone, he pushes the shirt out of the way and admires her black, silky bra. He rubs her breasts and he can feel her nipples hardened through it.

"Rachel." He groans. "You have like…five seconds to tell me not to rip your underwear off and screw you right here." He says, his breathing ragged.

"Don't rip them!" she objects before she pushes them of her hips and squirms out of them,

He wants to laugh and cry and thank God all at the same time.

Until he remembers he doesn't have a condom. "Fuck." He mutters.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I don't have any protection." He says, cursing himself for being a fucking moron.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill." She nods, biting her bottom lip with a sexy smile on her face.

There is a God.

"Where have you been all my life?" he groans before kissing her again. She's tugging at his shirt and he gets the point. He's sexy as hell, any girl he's ever had sex with has wanted him to be shirtless during the horizontal tango.

He sits up long enough to practically rip the blue t-shirt off before he's kissing her again, and feeling her breasts through her bra.

"Noah, please," she breathes.

He doesn't need to be asked twice.

He slides his dick along her cunt just for some extra lubrication (and because it feels really fucking good) and then he slides inside of her, groaning loudly. She's so tight and hot and wet around him, and he doesn't have a condom and it feels so fucking good he's surprised he doesn't blow his load right there.

Normally, he'd be worried about coming, moreso than his partner, but he wants Rachel to enjoy every second of this.

He pumps in and out of her at a moderate pace. Not too fast, nor too slow. He wants to feel every inch of his cock disappearing inside of her cunt. Her finger nails dig into his bare shoulder blades and he's ninety percent sure she's going to leave marks, but he doesn't care.

"Noah," she whimpers. "Harder…faster…m-more!" she groans.

Fucking A.

She opens her legs wider as he starts pounding into her with no abandon. At this point, he's only going to slow down if she tells him to. Or if the theater starts falling down. No, maybe not even then.

"God, yes, Noah! Yes!" she cries, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He wonders if she ever screamed Finn's name like this, but realizes that that so shouldn't be his main thought at the moment. He holds her hips in place while he thrusts into her.

"I want you to come for me, Rachel," he groans, and her response is a combination of a moan and a gasp, and she nods.

When she pulls her bra down, revealing one of her perfect, perky breasts, he about loses it. He groans loudly as she pinches her nipple slightly, whimpering as a result. She's getting herself off with his help. This is confirmed when her other hand slides down her belly and her middle finger finds her clit and begins going in circles.

"Fuck, Rachel," he groans. He never knew how fucking hot she was. Finn's a fucking stupid ass.

He holds her hips still as he fucks her, harder and faster than he thought he could, and as she works the little bundle of nerves.

"How close are you, babe?" he asks, because he knows it won't be much longer before he's exploding inside of her. God. Inside of her. Literally.

"Mmm, baby, so close, so close." She moans.

He doesn't know why, but he likes it when she calls him baby.

"So…close…Oh! Oh! No-ah!" she screams, her nails digging into his shoulder almost painfully, her cunt throbbing around his dick as he has no choice but to moan her name while he unloads deep inside of her.

"Oh, fuck." He groans as he finishes the last of both their orgasms.

Rachel is still moaning softly, biting her bottom lip, when he slips out of her and lies on the blankets on his side, facing her.

"That was fucking hot." He whispers.

"Mmhm." She agrees with a nod, her eyes still closed as she enjoys that post orgasm euphoria.

"I never knew you were…so hot." He says, still a little breathless.

She laughs and nods. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Noah." She giggles.

"Am I any-"

"Much better than Finn." She nods before he can even finish the question. He laughs.

"Just let me know when you're up for round two." He says.

She sits up on her elbows and looks at him suddenly. "You can do that?" she asks, her eyes wide.

God, this poor girl.

"Yeah. And sometimes round three." He says, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Where have you been all my life?" she grins, repeating his question from earlier.