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It had been just over a week since Rachel's doctor's appointment and her laryngitis had almost completely disappeared. She knew that she had narrowly avoided her inevitable surgery and was now extra cautious with her voice, learning to pick her battles with certain curly haired Spanish teachers.

Things between her and Noah were slowly building again and she had to admit that the pace was making her incredibly frustrated. The worst thing about it was that she felt incredibly guilty about breaking up with him in the first place. Sometimes she felt like she was walking around on egg shells and hated how tentative she was with him. If she asked for more physical contact, maybe Noah would push away from her as some sort of punishment?

They were yet to have the conversation about where they stood with each other as well. She knew that talking about feelings was not Noah's forte, but she felt that with the help of Mr. Hummel, he'd grown up a lot in the past few weeks. Having another man around the house helped relieve some of the stress he'd grown accustomed too, having grown up shouldering more responsibly than a young boy should have to, living in a single parent home.

Grabbing her books, she closed her locker door. She leaned her head against the cool metal and sighed deeply. She heard the sound of footsteps quickly approaching and she forced her body not to brace itself. Not everybody in this school would throw a slushee at her… hopefully.

"Rach? You alright?"

She lifted her head to see Noah staring at her. She gave him a tight smile and nodded.

"Just tired."

He nodded and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and started to lead her to her next class. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his lips against her skin and tried to frame the moment in her mind. She loved these moments between them; no matter how small they seemed, they were always what she missed when they were apart.

Puck pressed down hard on the button of his playstation control, causing his player on the screen to lurch forward a few paces ahead of Rachel's. He briefly looked over at the girl sitting on the floor beside him, with her tongue stuck out in concentration. In the past week Rachel had nearly mastered the entire MarioKart game. She had moved from wanting to play Peach ("I'm your Jewish Princess, Noah, so I must be her!"), to fighting with him over who got to be Yoshi.

Before he knew it, Rachel had left his character for dust and claimed the first place trophy. He wiped away the sweat that had gathered on his forehead and ignored the stupid (fucking cute) dance Rachel was doing right in front of his face.

"Hey Noah,"

He looked up from watching her hips wriggle and arched his eyebrow questioningly at her.

"Say it."

Say it? Say what? Oh! Fuck.

She quickly climbed into his lap to stop him from getting off the couch and running away. With a quick peck on the lips she stared him down.

"Say it, Noah. You promised!" she sing-songed.

He tried to look away because he knew that if he started into those deep chocolate eyes much longer, he would cave. Maybe it was just his man-pride or something, but he refused to give Rachel the satisfaction.

He knew he was really in for it though when the chanting started.

"Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it!"

Was it him, or was her voice getting all husky and sexy-like as she spoke into his ear, where he could feel the play of her hot breath against the side of his neck?

He let out a groan and complied, "Fine! Rachel Berry is more badass than Noah Puckerman."

He could hear Burt in the kitchen trying to muffle his chuckles; obviously it wasn't working very well.

"Happy?"

The smile she gave him was almost enough for him to want to scream it to the entire world.

"I'm ecstatic," she beamed.

She kissed him lightly on the cheek before he caught her lips with his. They stayed that way for a while, trading small kisses and smiles, never going deeper. She ran her fingers through the back of his 'hawk and he had to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head from the sensation.

"Don't you guys have a bedroom for that?"

Rachel blushed a deep crimson and got off Puck's lap, "Sorry Burt."

Noah just smirked as he got off the couch, helping Rachel up too. He led her to the basement where Kurt was in the middle of his usual night-time regime.

Ever since moving into the Hummel household, Puck knew to stay away from the room he shared with his new brother when Beyonce was playing. There were all kinds of crazy happenings in (and around!) that vicinity when B was blasting 100% on their stereo. He didn't really care that Kurt would be dancing around in a leotard, but when he started booty shaking in his face? Yeah, that was just uncalled for.

But today….today there was something strange going on. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he sensed that this wasn't a regular one man Beyonce dance party. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard muffled voices and high pitched laughter from behind the closed door, and he prayed to all the gods that Kurt wasn't having another week where he was trying out girls again. Then came one sharp giggle that he knew from experience was Brittany's.

"Yes! Kurt! Just like that! Harder! Yes, yes, yes!"

He ran towards his bedroom, and then halted. What if Kurt was doing the nasty with Brittany right now? Did he really want to witness any horizontal tangos if he wasn't part of it?

Another giggle sounded, and if he didn't know any better, he would swear that was his girlfriend. He pushed the door open with force. It's a good thing he didn't know any better then.

There was Kurt, Brittany and Rachel all dressed in short shorts, shaking their asses to 'Crazy In Love.'

His jaw dropped. What in the holy hell was going on?

They hadn't noticed him yet, so they kept shaking away and you couldn't force his gaze from his girlfriend even if you removed his eyes from his head with a rusty spoon. Rachel was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a plaid blue shirt that looked vaguely familiar.

As the song kept playing, their positions around the room changed. Rachel was now facing him as she did some complicated dance movements that he knew she was only able to do due to her intense dance training every week. As she lifted her leg over her shoulder, he found his own head tilting to watch. This girl was going to be the death of him.

"PUCK!"

Kurt stopped dancing, embarrassed at being caught, clearly in his element, and shortly after so did the music. Puck was still at a loss for words. The only things floating around in his head right now was the mental image of shaking asses and the words 'SPANK BANK'. His eye was twitching, but it was like he wasn't even in control of his body right now.

"Did anybody feed him today? Sometimes my cat does that." Brittany commented vaguely.

With Rachel's laughter in the background, he grumbled before leaving the room, pretending he hadn't seen a thing. When he shut the door, the music started back up again. He now had a not so little problem and nowhere/no one to solve it.

By nightfall, they were still dancing in his room and none of them had come up for air at all, except for Brittany who grabbed a pitcher of water and three glasses before going back downstairs. If he heard another Beyonce song today, he was going to banish her from the house… or blow his brains out. Whichever was easiest.

He turned on the television and channel surfed until he settled with a Cops rerun. Making himself comfortable with cushions and blankets, he was sure there was a long night ahead of him. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long because Brittany was leaving now and was blowing air kisses his way. With a brief wave from him, she was out the door.

He turned his attention back to the TV knowing Rachel would soon come and cuddle with him. When he heard the shrill ring of her phone, he cursed his luck; he knew that tone belonged to one of her fathers.

When she answered the phone, he left the couch and made his way downstairs. Rachel was standing the middle of the room, talking quietly to one of her dad's. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose against her neck, pressing soft kisses to the flesh there. He could hear a few select words like 'flu' and 'food poisoning', but what stood out was "Do you think it would be alright for you to stay there tonight with Kurt?"

He smirked at the fact her dad's chose to ignore that he lived there too. Maybe his luck was turning around tonight? All of a sudden he was feeling very lucky. She ended the call with a 'get well soon' and a kiss through the phone before throwing the device onto his bed.

Turning her head, she kissed his cheek before telling him what he already knew.

"My dad either has food poisoning or the flu, so I'll be staying here tonight."

After thinking over her words, she was quick to fix her mistake. "I mean, if that's alright with you? I know that we've only just gotten back together, so if this is moving to fast for-"

"Rachel, shut up."

With that, he silenced her with a fierce kiss that almost knocked all the breath out of her. Turning around in his arms, she fingered the collar of his shirt, running her hands along the back of his neck.

Lifting her up, Puck moved them onto his bed, carefully knocking her phone away before sliding his body over hers slowly. Wedging a knee between her legs, he ran his hands over her waist, moving upwards towards the buttons on her shirt. He felt a crisp part of fabric and frowned. Opening his eyes and detaching himself from her lips, he noticed the burn marks at collar of her shirt. Cigarette burn marks.

"This is my shirt."

Rachel was quick to deny it, but he could tell that she knew she was busted. With a knowing look, she relented.

"Fine, it's yours. Happy?"

With a mumbled "more than" he continued kissing down her neck and unbuttoning her (his) shirt.

They failed to hear the dainty footsteps coming gracefully down the concrete steps. What they didn't fail to hear was the shocked squeal that followed.

"What are you doing to her?"

Dropping his head onto her shoulder, Puck cursed Kurt's timing. Rachel was quick to fasten her top and apologize. Pushing Puck off of her, she tried to make herself presentable. With an arm thrown over his eyes, he couldn't help, but comment.

"Dude, when the bed's a rockin', don't come a knockin'!"

She glared at Puck before making her way to leave the room with some (more) of her boyfriend's clothes, calling out that she was having a shower and leaving Puck to explain to Kurt that she was crashing for the night and the reason why.

After spending a healthy amount of time in the bathroom, Rachel came back into the darkened basement empty handed after throwing her sweaty clothes into the wash basket. Climbing into bed, she realised Noah wasn't wearing a shirt. She snuggled into his side and he shifted his body to mould around hers. They were face to face and he brushed away the bangs that were falling into her eyes.

"Puck?" a sleepy voice mumbled.

"Yeah, bro?"

"Don't violate my diva tonight."

With crossed fingers, not looking away from Rachel's eyes, he replied,

"Sure thing, Kurt."

Rachel hid underneath her boyfriend's down comforter, so you could only see her eyes. Puck quietly rolled off his bed to look at the top half of the bunk bed that he and his step-brother shared, to see said brother sleeping, clutching a make-up brush.

Puck quickly got back into his bed, pulling Rachel underneath him. Threading his fingers through her hair, he lazily kissed her. It felt like hours before he even bothered to move his hands anywhere other than her waist. Slowly, he inched her (his!) t-shirt off of her warm body and silently deposited the offending item onto the carpeted floor and kissed down her neck softly.

Moving his hands, he finally massaged her breasts and sought out her mouth again. Wrapping a leg around his waist, she drew his body closer to hers. When he detached his lips from her own, she let out a whimper which turned into a whine as he travelled down her neck towards her chest. Kissing the crevice between two of his favourite things, he kissed across to one of her most sensitive areas.

With a gentle suckle, her back arched, hoping for more contact. Unfortunately, this movement shook the whole bed and both of them stilled instantly. There wasn't any indication that Kurt had awoken. With a sigh of relief, Noah went right back to business. Realising that there was only a short window of opportunity tonight, he had to get a move on.

With a quick squeeze of her breasts, he moved both hands down to Rachel's (Puck's) boxers and cupped her behind. He looked up and smirked at her before hastily sliding the offending item off.

When he put his open mouth on her, all she could think was that aside from his smile, this was her second favourite thing he could do with his mouth. Running her nails over his scalp, she let out a muffled moan and pushed his head closer to her core. When he started lapping at her, she wanted to cry; it had been so long since she had had this sort of pleasure.

With her feet, she tried to shove his pants off his hips, but every movement she made only added fuel to the fire that was beginning to burn deep in her stomach causing herpleasure and she would to forget what she was doing as soon as she started. She mumbled a protest when he detached from where he had been suckling her clit, leaving her right on the edge as he trailed wet kisses back up her body to claim her mouth, sliding his tongue against her lips. She couldn't taste anything, but herself on his tongue and she never thought she had been so aroused.

Puck grabbed her legs and she wrapped them around his hips. He rubbed his groin against her and she could feel his hard length already. She let out another small whine and moaned his name into his ear.

He smirked and ran his hand over her naked breasts. Rachel's hands once again strayed to his hips, intent on ridding him of his pants, but he grabbed her small hands with one of his and held them prisoner against her stomach. Then came a muffled (tame) curse and Puck laughed at her frustration.

He reached into the crevice between the wall and the bed, pulling out a reel of condoms. Raising an eyebrow, Rachel gave him a look.

"No glove, no love, baby."

Kissing her roughly, she could feel him shuffling around, presumably shucking his sweat pants to the floor. He sat up quickly to rip open the foil package and she could feel him hard and pulsing against her thigh. Resisting the urge to let out a loud, impatient moan, she fisted the sheets above her head before reaching down to pump his length a few times before positioning him where she needed him.

Kissing away the crease between her brows, he started to fill her. He slammed his mouth against hers, swallowing any screams she would have released. Once they were fully joined, she grasped his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding his body tight against hers.

Even though it wasn't her first time, she didn't think she would ever get over this feeling, being joined with Noah in the most intimate way possible. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder before slowly lifting his hips. With a gasp, she finally realised how bad of an idea this was. Kurt was not even 3 feet above them and there was no way she would be able to keep quiet if making love with her boyfriend was already this intense.

As he slid back into her, she stifled a gasp and her back arched on its on accord. His hand fell to her hip and gave it a quick squeeze as he reared his hips again. She was breathing hard as he started to go faster. She rolled her hips underneath him as he slammed back into her.

As the two lovers continued their tryst, the bunk bed started to shake and slide along with their movements. The person sleeping in the top bunk started to dream of walls of water crashing against tall ships.

With minimal effort, Noah started to hit that sweet spot inside her. As she let out a cry he brought his lips away from her neck, he pressed soft kisses against her jaw. Moving the hand that was grasping her hip hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises, he slid it down to her clit and started rubbing a rhythm she couldn't follow even if she tried.

As she started to shake, she brought her hands up to his cheeks and pulled his lips tighter to hers. Wrapping her legs around him tightly, she let go with a scream that was contained by his mouth. Noah kept thrusting right through her climax until she felt him swell inside her.

He dropped his body onto her, knowing that Rachel loved being a close as possible as soon as they were both done. Running her fingers down his spine, she could feel the muscles in his back twitch as he started to relax. Any minute now she knew she would fall asleep, but Noah had yet to remove himself from her body and put clothes back on so they wouldn't scare poor Kurt in the morning.

His breathing was lulling her to sleep and if she didn't get up now, she wouldn't be for the rest of the night. She pushed at his shoulders until he got the message and started to rise off her sweaty body. As he pulled out of her, they both hissed at the loss of contact.

When he got up to dispose of the condom, he threw Rachel her pyjama's from the floor and walked stark naked towards the bin on the other side of the bedroom. With a yawn, he pulled his shorts back on and climbed into bed. As his girlfriend climbed back into his arms, the top bunk started to sway as the person in it moved. As a reflex, Puck slammed his eyes closed and let out a loud, husky snore.

The shaking stopped almost immediately. Rachel's body tensed as she held her breath, listening out for any signs that Kurt might be awake. After a few moments, she relaxed and snuggled up against the warm body of her boyfriend.

With one last kiss, they both fell into a dreamless sleep.

All she could think of the next day was the Mamma Mia! Reference (A movie in which Noah had voluntarily taken her to son their 24th date, not realising that she despised ABBA with every fibre of her being. "They were singing and shit in it. How was I spos'd to know you'd hate it?") "And then one thing led to another and dot, dot, dot!" The words haunted her as she looked at Kurt's pale face.

Of course Noah was finding this hilarious. He sat at the end of the kitchen table giggling like a little school girl. Burt had gone to the supermarket in search of some Pepto for poor little Kurt who had come down with a bout of "dehydration, from all the dancing yesterday."

After a few minutes and Noah's incessant giggling, Kurt finally spoke. Still staring straight ahead, his pale lips started to move.

"My place of rest has been violated…"

With a snort, Puck finally stopped.

"Dude, we didn't fuck in your coffin!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and started to shoo Puck out of the room where his giggles turned into full on belly laughs. Once the door to the kitchen was shut, she sat down in front of Kurt again. Slowly taking his hand as to not startle him, she began to apologise the only way she knew how.

As she opened her mouth to let the first few notes of the song take hold of her, Kurt snatched his hand away from hers.

"Don't start singing, Rachel. I've been scared for life. Somebody ring Oprah's people. I've got her weekly special."

Bringing his hands to massage his temples, Burt came into the kitchen holding shopping bags in each hand and tried to assess the situation.

"What's the weekly special?"

Rachel sent a desperate look to Kurt which went by unnoticed.

After spending nearly 4 hours in IKEA, Puck and Burt were now attempting to assemble two double beds while pulling apart the bunk bed. Rachel was upstairs in the main bathroom receiving a "You've ruined my life and you'll let me give you a makeover or I will steal every solo you're given for the rest of your life" makeover.

After one eyebrow had been waxed, she could hear both of the men downstairs swearing at Sweden, the occasional bashing of metal against the concrete floor and an electric power saw. It was probably safer down there than inside the small bathroom with Kurt.

She wouldn't lie, the light blue denim skinny jeans that she had been forced into were quite comfortable and they would keep her warm during the colder months too. She just preferred her skirts and tights. They felt less confined and claustrophobic and it wasn't exactly a bad thing that her boyfriend liked her in them too.

Once she had been instructed to stand up and twirl for Kurt, she had been deemed 'acceptable for now' and was welcome to go downstairs to see how the construction was going. It had been silent for a few minutes now and she couldn't tell if that was a good or a bad thing.

As she quietly slipped down the stairs she noticed that Noah was running through the diagnostics of his condom dispenser.

"See, instead of tape, you just wrap it around the plastic holder thing and you're good to go."

"Amazing!"

Clearing her throat, she raised a newly shaped brow and Burt's cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Yes, yes, as I was saying, you need to fit Part A into Part B using Part C."

Lifting up random bits of metal around him, Noah searched for any of the parts mentioned.

"Do you realise how fucking ridiculous this is? We've obviously grabbed a box of scrap metal or something!"

With a sigh, Burt stood up, placing the instructions on the nearby desk.

"Let's get some lunch and come back to it later."

Walking up the stairs, Noah slapped Rachel's behind and with a "Lookin' good, baby" thrown over his shoulder, he left the room.

Reaching over and picking up the instructions, Rachel gave it a quizzical look. She thought it must have all been written in gibberish the way the men had been crying over it.

Part A into Part B?

Picking up a piece of metal that she noticed had a little sticker with the letter 'A' on it; she placed it on the table with the instructions.

A few minutes later, she had put together the top half of one of the bed frames. She heard the bedroom door open and Kurt walked inside. With a small smile, he came over and looked at the instructions with her.

10 minutes later they both had finished putting together the first bed frame and were starting on the second. Whilst Rachel wound the last bolt in, Kurt had gone into the Linen closet in search for fresh sheets and blankets.

Deciding that the mattresses were too heavy for them to lift onto the newly built frames and that the bunk bed was a whole other world of problems considering it was leaning on one side and the top bunk was upside down, they left the room to get have lunch with the boys.

Grabbing the water pitcher and salad from the refrigerator, Kurt and Rachel made their healthy, leafy sandwiches and trying to ignore the grunting of cavemen coming from the table.

After wiping his mouth on his sleeve, Puck stood up and dumped his plate into the sink to be washed later on and Burt followed.

"Alright, Time to make Sweden our bitch."

With a swagger that a 40 plus year old man shouldn't posses, Burt led them both down the hall and into the basement.

Looking around the room, Puck was the picture of shock, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Swallowing thickly he began to speak.

"We have two options here. We can 1. Let them take credit for this and let them hold it over our heads for the rest of our lives, or 2. Not mention a thing and hope for the best."

"I like option 2."

"Agreed."

With a quick handshake, they both started to disassemble the bunk bed, like father and son.

~FIN~

I wanted to give a MASSIVE thank you to one of my closest Glee friends, Sassy26, also known as Kelly! I recently had the chance to meet her and we saw the Glee movie together (it was only fitting considering the only reason we became friends is because of the show.) Since then, the conversations that have taken place have been beyond hysterical and I've told her things that nobody else knows. So at least one great thing came from this show. Thank you so much Kel for the time and effort you put into helping me create this monster!

So, I hope this fic met your expectations. Did it go in the direction you thought it would? I mean, it couldn't be as bad as the train wreck season 2 was (yes, I'm still bitter over it), but still, I'm interested on your thoughts and feelings.

Thank you to all of those who stuck with this fic till the very end!