A/N: Just a quick one-shot of Rachel & Puck. Inspired by "Come In With the Rain" by Taylor Swift.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee.

She was pacing her bedroom floor, twirling a strand of her lustrous brown hair around her finger. She was trying to decide exactly how much of something is too much. Rachel Berry had always had a problem with boundaries, and this particular moment was no exception. He had completely infiltrated her every thought, until all she knew was that she craved him.

She grabbed her phone off her bed and sent him a text. "I'll leave my window open." He'd know what it meant.

In the meantime, she climbed into bed. It was late and she wasn't even sure if he'd come. As time crawled by her eyelids grew heavy, until they fluttered closed despite her attempts to fight it. She was almost sound asleep, when the slight squeak from her disturbed window jarred her awake.

There, illuminated by the light from the moon and Rachel's tinkerbell nightlight, stood Noah Puckerman.

Rachel let out a soft, relieved sigh and lifted the covers for him. He climbed into bed next to her and wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her in close to his chest. She nuzzled her face into his neck and breathed in the intoxicating scent of him. She wanted to tell him how much she had missed him, that she loved him more than anything, but she couldn't. Rachel belonged to Finn, and Noah could never really belong to anybody. But everything rushing through her mind somehow paled in comparison to the rise and fall of his chest and the electric-butterflies that floated through her whole body as he took her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. Maybe this couldn't last forever, but he was with her now, and she was going to savor every second spent in his embrace.