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I'm All Alone and I Need You Now

Rachel Berry has never in her life had heartburn. She's never eaten meat. She hasn't thrown up since she was 10 and she's never had a nosebleed, aside from that one time Finn elbowed her in the face.

Until the last two months, of course. When she found out she was pregnant. And turned into a completely different person, complete with nasuea, meat cravings (she's a vegan for Christ's sake!), heartburn and that nosebleed in the middle of biology. Right now, though? She can't even look at her ants on a log snack. That she's been thinking about since 3rd period. The sight of the celery and peanut butter makes her sick and she honestly wants to cry.

"Noah."

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To be honest, he could probably get a little closer. Rachel's going to be the first person to let you know if she's uncomfortable and right now, she wants you closer, so she tugs just a little bit.

Her breathing, still shallow, hitches a bit and she rolls her hips up to his. Even if she did just come less than 10 minutes ago, it wasn't enough. It wasn't Noah and she's not going to be satisfied without that. She needs this just as much as he does.

Oh. Rough Berry. He likes it when she gets a little rough and takes what she wants. He's been one to tell her to just take shit that she deserves. He's kind of liking that advice being applied to him. Feel free to manhandle your boyfriend more often. It's kind of a huge turn on to have her tugging and clutching him to her.

A low growl escaped his lips as his pace got a little more erratic. Thank Moses for her rising up to meet him. That sent a shock down to his toes. They curled up quickly. "Fuck." The word came out quickly. His hand lifted to grab a fistful of the pillow they were laying on. His forehead dropped to rest on her shoulder. "Was think' 'bout this all day, babe." He really was.

"Yeah? Tell me..." Rachel's getting big. There's no way around it. She's 4 months pregnant and she's only going to get bigger. It's gotten to the point where they had to officially tell the Gleeks last week because they just couldn't hide it anymore. So when Noah says stuff like that, she wants details. She wants to know that he still thinks she's pretty, that he still wants to try and get her to let him put his hand up her skirt in class.

After they finally started having sex it became apparent she created a monster. It was hard for Puck to keep his hands off Rachel. He was touching her in the hallway or making out in a classroom. She always told him no going beyond kissing in school though. It was so hard for him to keep a lid on that frustration. He spent half of Math with a chubby tucked up into his boxers. Fucking ridiculous.

"Hmmm." His voice hummed out against the skin on her neck. "How I wanted to fuck you over that stupid fucking piano." That visual had occurred to Puck more than once when they were in the classroom. "God, baby." The air was getting caught in his throat with each thrust.

"Oh God." Rachel's not going to lie and say she doesn't have a bit of an exhibitionist streak. It's just that her "I don't like being in trouble" streak is about 5 miles wider. So for now, they stick to fantasies and quickies in the living room and kitchen when his Mom and sister run to the store or nap upstairs. But the choir room, not just the piano, has always been a personal favorite fantasy of hers.

"What else? Noah, don't-...fuck, right there..." She lifts her legs a little, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer, deeper until her voice is echoing off of the walls. This is why they usually play music when they have sex.

Puck isn't afraid to have sex in a public place. Sure the trouble would be bad for a little while if they were caught, but they'd still have that memory. That memory of her clutching at one of the most important inanimate objects in her life. The idea makes the muscles in his neck tighten and the toes on his other foot curl up. There's also the chairs. Sitting down and having her ride him on one of those will always stay in his spank bank for when she had to stay a night with her dads and Puck had to be home.

"Ridin--oh." He wanted to finish the sentence, but his body was starting to tingle. "Riding me in one of the chairs." It came out kind of rushed as a hand slid down her body to clutch at her thigh. His other hand held firmly to the pillows they were laying on. "I wanted--to fuck you so bad in my truck--" The end of that was supposed to be at lunch, but he couldn't quite find the words as he shut his eyes tightly.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She's chanting now, her pussy growing hotter, slicker, tighter around him as he fucks right up into her sweet spot, making her whole body shake. She's not even in control of what's coming out of her mouth anymore, or any part of her body for that matter, since if she was she probably wouldn't be digging welts into his back right now.

"Please-ple-fuck, I'm gonna, Noah-I-..." See? She's an incoherent mess. Be proud, Puckerman.

He's so very proud of her right now. Letting go. Losing control. It's a good color on her. He likes seeing it on her. He was surprised he managed to last this long. Honestly he thought he was done for the minute he slid inside of her. He's managed to keep himself from losing complete control.

She tightened around him and there it was. She was coming fast and hard. He didn't bother to stop. He fucked her right through her orgasm because he was pretty damn close as well. It took seven more thrusts before he was letting out soft string of curse words and digging his fingers past the pillow and into the mattress. "Rachel!" Her name flowed out as his hips jerked.

Call her an egomaniac, but hearing her name coming from him when he finally falls apart has the exact same effect on her as the opposite does on him. She presses the side of her face against his, clinging tight and moaning his name as they finally find the edge together. Even when she feels herself slowing, feels the throbbing in her body start to lessen, she doesn't let go.

"Fuck."

His hips finally managed to slow down. His body was slowly winding down, but damn it wasn't easy. Every sudden shift he could feel it prickle up through his cock and throughout his body. It was driving him fucking nuts. He smiled into her neck when she cursed loudly. That was quickly followed by a short laugh.

She doesn't have to let go. He's perfectly happy getting control right here. He won't stay though because he's kind of a big lump. He'd crush her after a few hours. "You're really fuckin' loud, babe." He loves it.

"Your fault." It's all your fault, Puckerman. Everything. Always. Seriously, stop being so amazing. Except don't, Rachel loves you this way. The whole room is so still, suddenly. Even the baby (which the doctor said was normal). It's like everything just started screaming Sleep for no reason. Even her limbs are starting to get heavy and she slowly untangles herself from around him, nuzzling against his neck.

"I love you."

It was his fault. He was well aware that it was his fault. She was to blame as well. It was a shared blame. He wouldn't voice it though. All he did was smile and nod.

His smile grew larger at her words. "Love you too, Princess." He lifted his head and pulled out of her. He scooted off the bed and went to his desk. He turned off the lamp and made his way back to the bed in the dark. He slid under the blankets and moved lay on his back. "C'mere." He urged her quietly.

Okay, so sex was awesome. Sex was amazing. It always was. But this part? When all the lights went off and he got all soft and cuddly and sweet (don't tell him she said that) was probably her favorite part. She grins, sliding under the covers and scooting in to lay against him on her side, head on his chest. "You know...I won't be able to cuddle with you like this soon." She pouts a little, brushing her lips over his chest.

No one was allowed to know that Puck actually willingly participated in cuddling. It was a secret. The best kept secret at McKinley. He would be eaten alive if the guys on the football team knew he cuddled. It had been two years and most of those guys were still waiting on him to bail on Rachel. That just wasn't going to happen. They'd eventually have to get used to that. He wasn't going anywhere.

He smiled and let out a sigh. "You can be the little spoon and I'll be the big spoon." He'd always find a way to be close to her when they slept. "Or you can be the big spoon if you want." He's teasing. Sorta.

Well they know he's not going anywhere now. They just think it's all because of the kid. No matter what Rachel does, she's found, she's always going to be the "Glee Freak" or "Big Nose" or any of the other hundreds of insults the bullies taking Dave's place have come up with. She's long since let it stop getting to her. But she also hasn't gotten wind of the whole "Berry got pregnant 'cause Puckerman was going to break up with her" fiasco either.

Hey! No fat jokes. "No fat jokes." She pouts, pinching him a little and nuzzling into his chest. "But okay...I'll be the little spoon. I like being the little spoon, actually. It's quite," Oops, sorry. Yawning~ "Comfortable."

He liked her nose. It's what made her Rachel Berry. That and a shitload of talent. That wasn't the point though. He was actually trying to shield her from that rumor. He was fairly certain it had started in his locker room. Some people said it came from Santana, but she had stopped that shit after she officially came out. Puck was gonna find out which little dickwad started it and then he was going to break their face.

He jerked and smiled a little. "Oh no. Never. It's sexy. I love how you look right now." Puck ain't afraid of a little junk in the trunk. She's carrying his baby. It's cool. "Go to sleep, Rach." He heard the yawn. She needed to sleep.

People say it was Santana because Santana is the reason the whole school knows Rachel is pregnant. See, Puck and Rachel only told the Gleeks. But immediately after, Santana went behind Puck's back and made it perfectly clear that anyone who messed with Berry in her fragile state would have not only Puck to deal with, but her as well. To be honest, the whole club had gotten a little extra protective. They may crack jokes, but Berry is their bundle of crazy and no one is going to mess with her right now, when she really can't defend herself.

But the rumor was really started by some obscure little junior who'd hit on Puck while he and Rachel were just getting together and got rejected. She'd been sure she'd get another chance when Puck got tired of Rachel...but he didn't. Hence, jealousy.

"Right now." She mumbles. "I've still got 5 months worth of weight to gain." But sleep comes easy, anyway. It always does when she's close to Noah like this.

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