A/N: First I just want to apologize for the ridiculous amount of time it's taken me to update... Getting married around the holidays leaves time for nothing, and then I was just lazy. I do want thank everyone who reviewed and everyone who has stuck with the story... Enjoy :)

Chapter 12

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers. – Walt Whitman

Sex is two plus two making five, rather than four. Sex is the X ingredient that you can't define, and it's that X ingredient between two people that make both a man and a woman good in bed. It's all relative. There are no rules. - Marty Feldman

"Santana, I don't know if I can do this." Rachel muttered walking towards the choir room.

"Oh, come on." Santana replied, rolling her eyes. "Don't pussy out now. It's Monday, how am I supposed to get through the rest of the week if I don't have a party to look forward to?"

Rachel stopped for a moment, blinked, then continued walking, "There are so many things wrong with that I really don't know where to begin. Also, it's not a party, it's a small intimate gathering of friends." Santana snorted, but didn't say anything. "At least that's what I am going to tell my dads when I talk to them later." Santana laughed again. "What?"

"Nothing." She responded, still snickering. "Continue."

"Anyway, I wasn't talking about that anyway. I was talking about inviting everyone now. It's kind of mean."

"Dude, that's the whole point." Santana said walking into the choir room after Rachel.

"First, I'm not a dude…"

"She sure?" Kurt muttered softly to Mercedes. The both chuckled softly before locking eyes with Rachel. "Sorry, that was uncalled for, since we're all about respect now."

Rachel nodded her head once, looked into Santana's smug face, "Point taken."

"I'm a god, Berry, I'm never wrong." She replied taking a seat next to Britney.

"It's charming Santana, how modest you are." Puck said walking in and sitting down on the other side of Rachel.

"You want modesty go talk to a fucking nun."

"Suck it." He smirked as Santana flipped him off. "So, baby, how's the party planning coming?"

"Intimate gathering of friends." Santana mimicked.

Puck chuckled, "I don't think Rach's up to an orgy just yet."

"What! Where do you get orgy out of that?" She glared at Santana, "Is that why you were laughing before?"

"Oh come on. How do you not get orgy out of that?"

Mike and Matt stopped as they were walking in, "Orgies? We're planning orgies now?" Matt asked.

"No." Rachel glared, as they all snickered, "there will be no orgies at my house."

"Bummer." Mike said sitting down. "I'm in for Friday, Rachel, orgy or no. I was gonna have Nathan stock up, but if I need to be prepared for anything else, let me know."

"Have I told you how much I love your brother, Chang?" Santana said lecherously.

"Don't screw brother." Mike sighed. "But I do need orders so I can let him know what to get. Rachel, what's your drink?"

Rachel opened her mouth, but Puck beat her to the answer, "She doesn't have one, but we're gonna find it Friday, tell him to get whatever he can."

"Sweet. I'll let Nate know."

"Hey, cool, who's having a party?" Finn asked walking into the room ahead of Mr. Shue.

Santana elbowed Rachel in the ribs. Rachel gave Santana a dirty look before turning to Finn. "I'm having some friends over on Friday. Mike, Matt, Britney, Quinn, Artie, Tina, Santana, and of course Noah, as long as they can make it, will be there."

"You're having a Glee party?" Mr. Shue asked. She saw Kurt and Mercedes glance at each other out of the corner of her eye.

"No."

"Everyone you just named is in Glee." Mercedes said snottily.

She felt Noah squeeze her shoulder, "As I said I am having friends over on Friday, they just happen to be in Glee. If I was having a Glee party everyone in Glee would be invited."

"Rachel, if your having a party and not all of your classmates are invited perhaps you should wait until after class to discuss it." Mr. Shue admonished.

Rachel blushed slightly, but it was Quinn who answered, "I didn't realize we were still in elementary school, and couldn't talk about our after school plans if they didn't involve everyone, but maybe we could talk about Regionals. I know I don't want to lose to Vocal Adrenalin. "

"Great idea Quinn. Puck do you have any ideas for your song choice?"

Rachel limped out of the dance studio looking for Puck. Damn pointe shoes. I guess it serves me right, since I haven't practiced nearly enough lately.

"About goddamn time. You're like forty minutes late."

"Santana?"

"Get in the damn car Tangina."

"I thought Noah was supposed to pick me up?" Rachel asked climbing into the sporty black car.

"We got board waiting at your house, so he broke in to get things started and I came to get you."

"Why would he break into my house?"

"Because while I can pick locks I can't disable alarms. And we didn't want people to leave when they saw all the lights off at your house."

Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose, shook her head, "I guess it didn't occur to either of you just to tell people I was running late?"

"Boring. Plus you're like really late. What the hell anyway? Why did your class run so long?"

"It's been a while since I danced for any length of time with my pointe shoes, I'm somewhat out of shape apparently. My instructor asked me to stay a little after."

"Bullshit."

"While I appreciate the sentiment, she was right. If I didn't have an audition for the lead in the recital I might not have bothered, but I can't be less than perfect. Especially if I'm chosen and have to dance in front of hundreds of people."

Santana slowed for a red light, glanced around, blew through the intersection, "SANTANA!"

"What? There was no one around. And you would've stayed even if you didn't have to practice for an audition; you're a perfectionist. Also, who're you kidding. There's going to be maybe seventy five people there, tops."

"Thanks for the confidence boost."

"Don't strap your bitch on because I told you the truth. That's what I do. Besides you're obviously awesome or they wouldn't have wanted you to try out. Now come on, get your ass in gear. It looks like everyone's already here."

"Look who finally decided to join us." Santana called walking through the front door. "Where's my drink?"

Smiling Rachel turned toward the den, where everyone seemed to be gathered, "Sorry everyone, ballet ran long. I'm just going to shower and change."

"No worries, we've been keeping ourselves entertained." Artie called.

Rachel turned towards the kitchen to grab some Band-Aids for her feet when she felt Puck come up behind her. "Hey, sorry about the whole b&e thing."

She chuckled softly, "Well, we couldn't have you and Santana bored, now could we? And I suppose as long as the police aren't alerted it's not a problem." She turned as he backed her against the counter, "You didn't alert the police, did you?"

"Please, baby, I don't know why I've done to have you insult me like that."

"You're right. What was I thinking, questioning your juvenile delinquency skills," she grinned at him wrapped her arms around his neck, "especially when your last foray into breaking and entering nearly wound up with both of us getting arrested."
"Best night ever. First time I got to see more than an accidental flash of panty." He kissed her lightly, pulled her to her toes to deepen it, but pulled back abruptly when she hissed in pain. "The hell?"

"It's nothing." He only raised an eyebrow in response. "Have I told you how irritating it is when you do that?"

"Rachel."

"It is nothing. My feet are just a bit sore from class, it's been a while."

"You take ballet like three times a week."

"Pointe."

"Ouch." Britney said from behind them. "Is that why you were limping?"

"Yeah."

"I usually tape my toes, doesn't always work, but it helps."

"Thank you. I usually do tape my feet, but I was running late and forgot."

Britney hugged the smaller girl unexpectedly. Rachel met Puck's amused eyes over her shoulder. "Hugs always make me feel better."

"Thank you." Rachel said again.

"Do you have any Red Bull?"

Caught off guard at the sudden change of subject Rachel blinked in response. "Um, yes, actually. It's not cold."

"That's ok."

Rachel moved to a cabinet, moved several things out of the way and pulled out a twenty four pack of twelve ounce cans.

"The hell?"

"I don't want dad or daddy to know that I sometimes have to drink one to get through everything. They have this irrational idea that I'm going to be addicted or something."

"Yay." Britney said taking the cans. "Maybe these will be the ones."

"The ones?" Rachel asked.

"The ones that give me wings." Britney whispered in reply.

"Red Bull tastes like shit, it's way too sweet."

Rachel shrugged, "The sugar frees not too bad."

"Now, about your feet," he picked her up, placed her on the counter, "let's see."

"Noah." She laughed exasperatedly.

"I got you to practically strip when you had a bruise on your hip, but you wont show me your feet?" He grabbed her ankle, causing her to shiver. "Really?" He asked rubbing his thumb along her calf.

"I can't help it."

He grinned, "I'll keep that in mind." He pulled off her shoe, "Holy shit! Jesus Christ, Rachel, what the hell did you do to yourself?"

She glanced down, fully prepared to tell him that he was making too much out of it, but even she had to admit her feet looked pretty bad.

"The hell'd you do to the bloody stumps that used to be your feet?" Santana said walking into the kitchen.

"Santana, really, it's not that bad."

"It looks like you put your fucking feet into a food processor."

"It looks like nothing of the sort."

"Babe, it kinda does."

"God." Rachel huffed, jumping down from the counter, "You're just like Santana, but with a penis. Now I'm going to go take a shower so I can join the party you two started without me."

They both watched her stomp out of the kitchen, "So how hot're you now that she said penis?" Puck grinned at her, but didn't say anything. "You're welcome. Now, in return you can be my beer pong partner. Wheel chair kid and the Asian chick just knocked out Mike and Matt. Kid's freakishly good, and I do not want to lose."

"I'm not going out there with wood."

"You can do what I do, think about Tanaka and Pillsbury."

"One, fuck you for putting that image into my head. Two, you think about Tanaka and Pillsbury to get rid of wood? Something you're not telling the rest of us?"

"Please, like I would have needed you if I'd had my own."

Grinning he threw an am around her shoulder, "Come on, let's kick some cripple ass."

Rachel took a deep breath and walked barefoot down the stairs, the shoes Santana had told her to wear were so not happening now. "RACHEL!" She glanced over only to have Santana grab her face with both and plant a noisy kiss on her lips.

"Um." Was about all she could manage.

"Does this mean the orgy's starting?"

"MATT!" Santana flounced over to Matt to give him a loud kiss as well.

"Santana's an affectionate drunk." Quinn said from behind her.

"Yes," Rachel muttered shaking her head, "I see that."

Quinn snickered, "We don't normally let her drink so much, but Artie and Tina kicked hers and Puck's asses in beer pong. It was kind of amazing."

"Quinn!"

"BRITTANY!" Quinn yelled pointing Santana towards Brittany. She snorted as Santana redirected towards Brittany.

"It's all about knowing how to deal with her. Just be careful, she's sneaky and likes to use tongue."

"Good to know." Rachel watched with some amusement as Santana broke away from Brittany, climbed onto Artie's lap and nuzzled him like a cat. "I don't even know what to say to that."

"Hey, baby, I've been waiting for you."

"Why aren't you as drunk as Santana? Quinn said you two lost spectacularly to Tina and Artie. Which if I'm correct means you had to drink large amounts of liquor."

He raised an eyebrow, "One it was beer, it takes more than a couple of beers to get me shitfaced since I'm not a pansy and can hold my alcohol. Two, I drew the short straw so I'm dd. I made Santana do most of the drinking."

Rachel laughed, "Of course you did."

"Now, time to get you just as wasted as she is." He paused a moment, "Well maybe not that bad. We don't know how you'll be in the morning. Can't have you hungover for your audition."

The noise she made had him turning quickly. He barely caught her she launched herself into his arms. "You remembered." She breathed before pulling his head to hers. What she intended to be a quick kiss quickly turned into something more.

"Sick you guys." Mike said. "Could you maybe not do that in a room full of people. Dude, I just saw your tongue in Rachel's mouth."

Rachel broke away, blushing, "Sorry."

"Fuck that, I'm not. I just had my tongue in your mouth." Rachel rolled her eyes. "And you, don't be a creeper." Mike shot him the finger. "Here Rach." He said handing her a plastic cup. "You'll like this, it tastes like Vanilla Coke."

Rachel took a small sip, smiled, took a larger one. "I do, what's in it?"

"Vanilla Vodka and Pepsi. Well, Diet Pepsi since you're a girl. Alright, everyone who knows the quickest way to get my girlfriend drunk?"

"Yeah, and I'm the creeper."

Puck shot Mike the finger, "Blow me."

"I never!"

"Good choice." Puck nodded at Artie, "Everyone grab your drink. Q, you and me get water. Can't have drunk dds or pregnant girls."

"I'm playing?"

"Damn right, get your ass over here."

"Noah," Rachel whispered as they took seats next to each other, "how do I play."

"Someone says something they're never done, if you've done it, drink. If no one else has done your thing, you drink."

"I'm starting." Quinn said. "I never kissed a girl."

Rachel glanced over to see Quinn smiling as she, Santana and all of the boys drank. "Awesome." Puck muttered in her ear.

Mike thought a moment, "I never stole anything." Santana, Puck, and Tina drank.

"Lame dude." Matt yelled.

"Bite me, I like to work up to the good stuff."

Artie grinned, "I never lost at beer pong." Everyone but Rachel drank.

"You never loss at pong?" Santana slurred in surprise. "Fuck, shoulda made you my parner."

"I've never played beer pong." Rachel replied attempting to keep from blushing. Everyone drank. "Hey, what, no, that wasn't my thing."

"Too late, my turn." Puck grinned. "I've never cursed out my parents." Rachel and Quinn drank.

"I hate you." Rachel muttered.

"No you don't. And I am so teaching you how to play pong next time your dads are out."

The next several rounds were aimed at getting Rachel as drunk as possible. She'd finished three drinks and was well on her way to being done with a forth. "I never went down on a dude." Matt said. Brittany, Santana, and Rachel drank.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at Puck who smirked as Rachel giggled. "I really, really, like this game." She said enunciating each word very slowly. "Baby," she pouted, "I wanna try somefink…" her brow scrunched as she giggled, "somthin new. I'm tired of nilla pesi."

"One more and I'm cutting you off, lush." He walked to the makeshift bar, poured some raspberry vodka, then walked to the kitchen grabbed some apple juice and fruit punch Gatorade. "Try this." He said handing her the cup.

Rachel took a tentative sip, "Good, whatsit called?"

Puck's eyes locked with hers, "Berry Madness."

She giggled again, "Dance with me." She hooked the arm not holding a drink around his neck and swaying her hips to the music.

His hands went to her hips automatically, but considering the song was Teach Me How to Dougie he figured he was going to be ok, wood wise, especially since Mike and Brittany were demonstrating the dance in the middle of the room. No sooner had he finished the thought did the song change, to Shaggy's Mr. Boombastic. Last time I leave Artie in charge of the music.

He'd just caught Artie's eye when Rachel turned in his arms, ground her ass into his crotch. "Shit." He muttered pulling her flush against him. She giggled again twisted her hips and turned her head to nip at his jaw. The semi he'd been sporting turned painful.

"This was such a good idea."

Quinn glanced over as Rachel giggled, "How drunk is she?"

"She's pretty far gone."

The watched as Rachel stumbled over to Santana so they could dance to P!nk's Fucking Perfect. "You sure it's a good idea to leave the two of them here alone?"

"Not really, but they planned it so Santana can take Rachel to the theater in the morning."

"Okay. I should get going, I promised Brittany's mom that I would get her home in one piece." They both looked over the where the blonde girl had passed out on the couch, her feet hanging over the back. "Think we should help clean up or something?"

"Nah, I told Rach I would stop by tomorrow and help out."

"If you say so. Hey, my Boozers, time to go."

Puck laughed as a couple of people pouted by followed Quinn obediently as he walked to Rachel, "Rach, we're all gonna head out, don't drink anymore, 'k."

"But it's goooood." Rachel pouted.

He chucked, "I know baby, but you don't want to be sick for your audition tomorrow, right."

"No?" She replied uncertainly. "No." She repeated more firmly.

"Okay, so you and Santana sleep it off and I'll be here tomorrow to help you clean up."

"'k. Bye Noah." She placed a smacking kiss to his lips, "Love you."

He jolted, she's just drunk. "Bye, Rach." He whispered, kissed her softly. "Alright, you guys, rest of you with me."

"Berry." Santana said in a singsong voice as Rachel flopped down to the couch.

"Santana." Rachel singsonged back.

"Whatchu doin for your audition?"

"I'm gonna be Elfba. I'm singing No Good Deed."

"Don't know that one."

Rachel jumped up, snickered when she had to place a hand on the wall for balance. "I'll show you." She picked up an empty beer bottle, used it as a microphone.

Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Let his flesh not be torn

Let his blood leave no stain

Though they beat him

Let him feel no pain

Let his bones never break

And however they try

To destroy him

Let him never die:

Let him never die:

Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka: eleka:

Oooh,What good is this chanting?

I don't even know what I'm reading!

I don't even know which trick I ought to try

Fiyero, where are you?

Already dead, or bleeding?

One more disaster I can add to my

Generous supply?

No good deed goes unpunished

No act of charity goes unresented

No good deed goes unpunished

That's my new creed

My road of good intentions

Led where such roads always lead

No good deed

Goes unpunished!

Nessa

Doctor Dillamond

Fiyero

Fiyero!

One question haunts and hurts

Too much, too much to mention:

Was I really seeking good

Or just seeking attention?

Is that all good deeds are

When looked at with an ice-cold eye?

If that's all good deeds are

Maybe that's the reason why

No good deed goes unpunished

All helpful urges should be circumvented

No good deed goes unpunished

Sure, I meant well -

Well, look at what well-meant did:

All right, enough - so be it

So be it, then:

Let all Oz be agreed

I'm wicked through and through

Since I can not succeed

Fiyero, saving you

I promise no good deed

Will I attempt to do again

Ever again

No good deed

Will I do again!

"Fuckin' awesome. You're gonna kick ass."

"Damn straight."

Rachel scowled at the rain as she waited for her dad. He was twenty minutes late and she was already regretting the decision not to let Noah or Santana pick her up.

The past week had sucked. She'd had a good time at her party, and thankfully hadn't woken up with a hangover, but the director had told her they were looking for someone older for the part. She'd argued the point until he'd conceded to her demand that he consider her, after all for most of the show Elphaba was supposed to be young. Since the party Finn had gone back to not looking at her and Kurt and Mercedes looked at her with barely concealed contempt. Then she'd only gotten an eighty on her math test, which was going to bring her average down again.

She dashed to her father's car when she saw the car pull to a stop in front of the studio. "Hi dad." She said climbing into the car.

"Rachel."

She blinked in response, she knew that tone, and she had a moment's panic that her dads had found out about the drinking at the party. "Is there something wrong?"

"Daddy and I want to talk to you when we get home."

Her stomach tightened, "About what?"

"Well talk about once we get home."

The rest of the car ride was spent in strained silence. Rachel jogged into the house, put her gym bag down on the kitchen table, "Daddy?"

"Richard we're in here. Rachel, why don't you sit down."

Oh crap, this is bad. "What's going on?"

"Rachel what is this?" Alan flattened out a piece of paper.

Rachel looked over, sighed in relief, "It's a flyer from the theater they were auditioning for Wicked. Noah brought it over."

"Rachel have you seen the dates."

"It's this summer."

"Yes, during the time you go to Julliard's theater camp. Rachel if you want to be successful you have to take things seriously."

"I know that. It's just, I'm sixteen years old. I don't want to go to camp. I want to actually perform."

"Rachel, you're never going to get anywhere by lowering your standards. And you'll be performing at Julliard. They're doing Annie Get Your Gun."

"I'm not lowering anything. And I hate Annie Get You Gun." She doesn't, not really. Or at all, actually. She first saw the show with her dads when she was seven with Bernadette Peters for Hanukah. She'd made her dads get her a cowboy hat, boots, and pink handled cap guns as presents that year. Her dads had had to bribe her to take the guns and hat off before going to school; she'd almost always worn the boots.

"I don't care about your preferences, Rachel." Richard said. "Professionals will do what they're told. And you will be going to camp."

"I don't want to. I want to stay here; I don't want to be gone all summer. I want to hang out with my friends. I mean six months ago you two were about ready to send my to a psychologist because you didn't think that I had enough friends."

"Who? Those people you're surrounding yourself with are terrible influences on you."

"What? Why?"

"They're sexually active and irresponsible with it. There've had run ins with the police, underage drinking, and drugs. Failing grades, which if you're not careful is where your math grade is going to be. What part of that seems like good influence to you." Alan replied.

"You're going to camp, if only to get away from those 'friends.'" Richard said sternly.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME." Rachel yelled. "EITHER I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FRIENDS OR YOU DON'T LIKE THE ONES I DO HAVE. I'M NEVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU." She turned on her heel, grabbed her gym bag and stomped up the stairs. "I'M TIRED OF IT."

"Rachel, get back down here, we're not done talking."

"I'M DONE." She yelled from the top of the stairs. Slamming her bedroom door, she turned her iHome on. She vaguely heard the banging on her bedroom door so she turned the music on as loud as it would go. Wiping an angry tear from her face she stomped to her closet, pulled out a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

She eyed the window as she changed, how hard can it be, really? It definitely has to be harder to climb in than out. Scrambling out of the window she almost lost her nerve when she had to drop the couple of feet from her window to the roof of the garage. She sucked in a breath as she slowly made her way to the edge; Noah had failed to mention how slippery the roof would be.

She wiped at the hair that was plastered to her face as she reached for the tree next to the house. She bit her lip as she leaned forward to get a grip on one of the branches. She smiled humorously as she finally made it to the ground with only a skinned knee and palm. She felt the tears start as she walked steadily towards Noah's house. What do they want from me? How is it that I can never do anything right.

It didn't occur to her until she was halfway to his house that she realized that he might not be home. She thought he had mentioned something about hanging out with the guys, but she wasn't sure. And of course she'd forgotten her phone in her haste to get out of the house. God I hope he's there. Se let out a sigh of relief when she saw his truck in the driveway. She knocked briskly on the front door praying that Noah answered and not his mother.

She knew her plan, what there was of it, was shot to hell when it was Sharon and not Noah who answered the door. "Rachel?" Ms. Puckerman asked surprised.

Rachel heaved out a breath, "I….is n..n..Noah here?

Sharon blinked in surprise, "Come in, come in. Where're your dads? Did you walk here?" She fired off in rapid succession.

She blinked rapidly to ward off the tears as she stepped into the house, "I'm sor… sorry to come by unannounced. I needed to see Noah, m… my dads and I had a fff… fight. I couldn't stay there."

"Oh, sweetheart." Sharon murmured. "Noah's at Mike's house."

Rachel felt her heart sink, "Oh, of course. I'll just…" she trailed off as she waved vaguely towards the front door.

"Absolutely not. You can stay here. Eden's sleeping over at a friend's house, so I was here going crazy by myself. Come on, let's get you into the shower, I'll get some of Noah's clothes so you can change into something dry and I'll throw your things into the dryer. Do your dad's know you're here?"

Rachel shook her head as the tears streamed down her face. "I can just go home, I don't want to intrude."

"Don't be silly." Sharon glanced at Rachel's face as she placed a pile of clothes on the bathroom counter. "Honey, do you want to talk about it?"

Rachel sucked in a breath, she wasn't used to someone being so open and friendly. "It's just, it's silly, my dads want me to be perfect. Nothing I ever do is good enough for them. I… I do well in school, but my math grade is terrible. I'm a good singer, but I don't get enough solos in glee. I'm a good dancer, but I don't practice enough, so I don't get the leads. I'm a good actress, but I'm lowering my standards because I want to spend a summer doing Community Theater. It's never 'good job Rachel.' It's always 'you did well, but.' Why can't I be enough?"

"Sweetheart." Sharon said hugging Rachel. "It's going to be okay. I know your dads love you, they just want what's best for you."

"I wish I thought that was true." She replied softly.

Sharon squeezed her tightly, "They love you very much." She said thickly. "Now, take a hot shower, I'll go call your dads to let them know where you are."

Forty minutes later Rachel tentatively made her way from the bathroom, "Ms. Puckerman?"

"Oh, good. I just left some chamomile tea in Noah's room for you. It always helps to relax me."

"Thank you."

"I spoke with your dad, Alan, let him know you were here. I told him I would bring you home tomorrow when I get home from work as I've an early shift."

Rachel swallowed the lump in her throat, "How made was he."

"He's not happy with you, neither of your dads are. However, we had a little discussion, which is why they're willing to let you stay here tomorrow." Rachel nodded silently. "Now why don't you go get into bed, get a good night's sleep. I have to be at work at six tomorrow, so I wont be here when you wake up. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen for breakfast and lunch. Noah should be home around two."

"Thank you again Ms. Puckerman."

"No need for thanks, honey, I remember what it was like to be a sixteen year old girl." Rachel teared up again. "Get some sleep."

Rachel made her way to Noah's room, took note of the way his room seemed lived in, in a way hers never did. It wasn't messy, but there was general debris that littered the room. She took a small sip of the tea Ms. Puckerman had left on the nightstand and climbed into bed. Given the way her night had gone she fully expected to be awake for hours, but with Noah's sent surrounding her she was asleep in minutes.

Puck glowered and hunched his shoulders against the rain. He was supposed to spend the night at Mike's, getting shitfaced and playing COD, but no, Finn had to be a fucking pussy. The night had started out fine, everyone knocking back a couple of drinks, ripping on each other. But then Finn had started in on him, about Quinn, Rachel, whatever the fuck else. He didn't mind so much, but everyone else was starting to get uncomfortable, so he'd left. Which was now why he was now walking the two miles home the pouring fucking rain, unlike some freakishly tall douche bag. He was going to get sick from this shit, he knew it.

He slipped quietly into his house and went straight to the bathroom to peel his wet clothes off. After his shower he wrapped a towel around his waist, made his way to the dryer and tossed his clothes in with what looked like Eden's stuff. Padding quietly to his room he dropped the towel the moment he closed his door and without bothering to turn the light on made his way to bed. He was half into the bed when he realized he wasn't alone. That's all I fucking need, some crazy, stalker chick from school in my bed.

"Noah?" Came the sleepy voice buried under the covers.

He knew that voice, "Rachel? The hell you doing here?"

"You're naked." She replied surprised.

"It's my bedroom."

"Yes, well…" She trailed off.

He turned the bedside light on, saw she was blushing, and grinned. "Babe, what're you doing here?"

She tired to keep her gaze from flicking down, but was unsuccessful. "Fight," she muttered, "with my dads. Your mom said I could stay."

He felt himself hardening, couldn't help it, "You okay?"

"I…" she stopped, glanced down again, "I want to forget."

"What?" He replied caught off guard.

"I want you to make me forget, about them, about school, ballet, everything." He stared blankly at her. "Noah, I want you to make love to me."

"Rach, I knew what you meant." He flipped the light off, turned back to her, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her gently. He pulled her down to the bed, continued to kiss her softly. "I'm not having sex with you."

She pulled back sharply. "What? Why? What's wrong with me? Don't you want me?"

"Rach, I want you all the fucking time and there's absolutely nothing wrong with you, but I don't want your first time to be a revenge fuck."

"It's not like that."

"No?"

"No. And if you don't want to I'm sure I can find someone who will."

She attempted to climb over him, but he grabbed her, stopping her as she was straddling him. "You fucking feel that? I'm hard as shit right now. I'm sure there are plenty of guys you can find that'll want to do the honors, but fuck B, I want it to be me. I want it so fucking bad. I want to know what you look like when I push into you, when you feel me inside you, when you come with me there." Her breath was coming in shallow pants, her hips shifted, causing him to groan. "But not now, not like this."

"But, I want it. I want you." She locked eyes with him, "I want you to fuck me."

He groaned, sat up abruptly, kissed her hard, "That's playing dirty."

She nibbled at his jaw, placed soft kisses along the bone until she got to his ear, "That's' what she said."

He snorted out a laugh, "Wrong. How 'bout this, we go to sleep now and in the morning if you still want to, I'll fuck you to you scream."

"Noah," she whined, "I'm never going to be able to go back to sleep now."

He grinned, pulled her shirt over her head, "Even better idea. How 'bout I get you off now and in the morning we'll see how it goes." He rolled her to her back, tugged the boxers down her hips and was surprised by the sight of smooth, bare flesh.

At his raised eyebrow she panted out, "Had to. Ballet recital. Please, Noah, God."

He bent his head, took a nipple into his mouth as his hand moved lower to sink two fingers into her, his thumb rubbing at her clit. She came in moments, back arched, head thrown back, and a hand over he mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. "Holy shit."

"I told you." She muttered half embarrassed at how quickly he brought her to orgasm. "What about you?"

"No worries, I got this." He pulled his hand from her, wrapped it around himself.

"I can…" She started, but was quickly distracted by the way he moved his hand, still wet from her body, over himself. Licking her lips she watched him come in sticky spurts onto his stomach. "Here." She murmured handing him a tissue from his nightstand.

"Thanks." He cleaned himself off, pitched the used tissue into the garbage can. "Now we can both go to sleep." He pulled her down next to him, wrapped his arm around her. "Night baby."

"Goodnight, Noah."