I'm All Alone and I Need You Now

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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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"Only because you're the finest male specimen that Lima has to offer. Can you really blame me?" She tugs a strand down between his eyes, poking at his nose a little. "So. It's still your fault. Also: don't call it that. What if we have a son? Everyone will call him Little Puck and I will forever equate the name with your penis. I don't like that."

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His eyes crossed to look at the strand she was messing with. He looked back at down at her and smiled. "I am a stud." His brows wiggled and slowly a frown took over his face. Oh. Ew. She had a very disgusting point. He had never actually thought about it in those terms.

A son. He's gone and got distracted now. He's thinking about how totally awesome it'd be to have a son. He could teach him how to throw firecrackers at the ducks. They could be badass. "We could name him after one of your dads--if he's a ya know--boy." Trying to be sweet.

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"You do realize that our choices then are Hiram and Leroy." She laughs, sitting up on her elbows. From there, she's able to lean up a little and press a sweet, lingering kiss against his lips. "I love you for suggesting it, though."

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Puck really wanted to object to using Hiram, but he couldn't insult her dad's name. That would be kind of a douchey move. He knew enough to keep his mouth shut about it.

Good call, Puck. He was promptly rewarded with a kiss and a verbal pat on the head. "Love you too, babe." He shifted to kiss her forehead and pulled back. "I don't know I think Hiram would be kinda rockin'. Obviously Leroy would make him an automatic badass."

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"No. Neither of my Dads." She sits all the way up as he pulls back, propping her arms on the edge of the bed. Don't get her wrong, she loves her fathers. And they've both been very supportive of she and Noah once they realized that they weren't going to abandon their plans for school and the future because of the baby. It's just...their names are kind of horrible.

"We've got like a month and a half before we find out if it's a boy or a girl. It'll be easier to decide then."

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Thank Moses. He was not sure he could survive naming his son Hiram. He would be turning his son into a walking target. No Puckerman was ever going to get bullied. Even his little sister could stand defend herself. He was not going to set his son up for failure.

He put his arms on the bed and rested his chin on them as he looked at her. "You're not gonna wanna name it Rachel if it's a chick are you?" His baby mama had a big ego. He understood that. He wasn't sure he could get down with Rachel Jr. "Don't get me wrong. Love your name, but it'll get freaky real quick if I'm saying it during sex and it also belongs to our daughter. Just saying."

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"Oh God. Absolutely not." She laughs, moving to rest her temple against his forearm, her face less than a few inches from his. "That's the same reason Noah Jr. is absolutely out. But." She reaches up again, running her fingers through his hair again. There's not a lot of it, but she's always loved his hair, even when they were little kids. She may or may not have cried and refused to talk to him for a week when he'd first cut it into his mohawk, even if she's grown to love it now. "I was thinking...maybe Caroline? If it's a girl."

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To be fair he cut it so that Finn would respect his decision to be called The Badassonator. He still refused to respect it after Puck got the mohawk. Such a little bitch.

He pursed his lips as he thought over the name Caroline. He didn't have any immediate problems with it and it was sentimental between the two of them. He smiled and nodded after a moment. "I kinda dig it." He shook his head. "You're such a sap, babe."

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"Maybe, but you're agreeing to it." She grins, leaning in to kiss him again. Nothing makes Rachel happier than getting her way, really. Especially when her way really does work out for the both of them and he's not just agreeing to keep her out of his hair (or lack thereof).

Pulling back from the kiss, she climbs up onto the bed next to him. "Did you do your homework?"

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Disagreeing with Rachel could be entertaining, but a lot of the time it was just easier to give her what she wanted. Sometimes he did genuinely agree with her on something. Other times he thought she had gone nuts. This particular instance he was agreeing. He liked the name Caroline if it was a girl.

Puck was a big fan of being rewarded with kisses. Then again Puck was a big of kissing in general so it was no wonder he smiled like an idiot when she pulled back and joined him on the bed. He didn't bother getting up from laying on his stomach. "Totally." Totally not. His backpack was still in the kitchen by the door where he dropped it. Puck didn't do homework.

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"Did you really?" She raises an eyebrow at him. "Don't lie. Remember? Liars have girlfriends that wear clothes to bed." She'd done most of her homework at lunch and finished up right after they arrived home. And then she'd passed out for a couple hours...it couldn't hurt to hope that he'd at least do something productive while she napped.

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It's not fair that she can make threats like that. He doesn't even know how to combat that. Damn her. "It's fine. I'll try and copy Mike's tomorrow. Babe, he's Asian. He's really smart." So charming. It's a wonder she lets him have sex with her.

His productivity declined when she was asleep. There was no one around to push him to do anything. He had spent a few hours resisting the urge to shoot raisins into his girlfriend's open mouth. It had been really tough.

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If you think your girlfriend sleeping in clothing is bad, Puckerman, try your girlfriend sleeping on the otherside of the neighborhood. Granted, it's only a 10 minute walk but it's still not next to you.

That's what happens if/when Rachel wakes up with raisins in her mouth. Seriously. Don't test her.

"That's not fair. At all. How do you even...you don't even try and you make grades almost as good as mine." She huffs, flopping back against the pillows at the head of the bed.

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He didn't try. Like at all. In his defense it was really hard. He didn't understand that crap like everyone else. Plus it was so boring. How could they expect that much attention from him? That was asking for a lot from The Puckerman.

Puck smiled to himself and shifted to roll onto his back. His fingers laced and rested under his head. He lifted one of his feet that were close to her face and nudged her temple with a sock covered toe. "Copy Mike. We can not try together, babe. It'll be like bonding."

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"Ugh. Noah. Seriously, don't even tempt me. My gag reflex is sensitive enough as it is without your feet in my face." She pushes his feet away, rolling so that her back is to him and she doesn't have to see his feet.

"Do you at least know the material? We have a test in psychology next week."

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There it was. The irritation. He'd be lying if he said he didn't dig it just a little. She got pretty fucking cute when she was mad at him. There were times when he acted like a complete moron or a jackass just to see it.

Puck sighed and sat up from the bed. He moved up to the head of the bed and settled into lying on his side behind her. He looped an arm around her stomach and kissed her neck. "I know enough. Anything else I'll just copy from Artie."

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"You can't run behind Mike and Artie for answers for the rest of your life." It's also really hard to be mad at him when he's all curled up behind her like that. Seriously. She likes to chalk it up to her hormones, to the primal part of her knowing that the father of the child she's carrying is close and therefore she's safe, but it doesn't make her feel better. She'd like to be able to stay mad at him sometimes, jeez.

And then, of course, there's the neck kiss and all she can really do is close her eyes and sigh. "You should probably save your game and turn it off. Letting it run like that just overheats it."

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Mike and Artie were his boys. It paid to have smart friends sometimes. There were times when he wished that Finn was smart, but then Puck would be the dumbest. So maybe having Finn be a dumbass was a little bit helpful. Most of the time it meant that Puck wasn't the dumbest guy in the room. There were times when he wondered how his best friend made it through the day. Sometimes he was just genuinely concerned for that dude.

"I love it when you talk gamer, babe." He smiled into her neck and after a moment he reluctantly pulled away. He had kicked the controller off the bed in his shifting and he wasn't entirely sure where it landed. No problem. He went to the console and turned it off. With a quick spin he leapt back onto the back next to her.

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"Speaking of gamer. Did you ever dispatch of that awful thug zombie that was keeping you from finishing that Family Ties quest?" So for someone who has a weak stomach now? Rachel's all into watching Puck play Dead Island, among other things. When he pulls away, she sits up on her elbows and watches him, waiting until he's turned off the console to flip the light switch by her head.

The lamp on the bedside table is still on, so there's a little light, but generally once the tv and Xbox are off, it's about time for everything to start shutting down. He flies onto the bed, bouncing Rachel a little and she squeals, arms shooting out to grab one of his to keep from flying off of the bed. She's sure she probably wouldn't have, of course...but you never know.

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He really did have the best girlfriend. Before he started dating Rachel it was impossible to find a chick who wouldn't bitch about him playing video games. She did get mad when he threw firecrackers at the ducks, but after he promised no intentional direct hits she eased up. It was a give and take with them. "Iced." He was quite proud of that moment too. He almost considering waking her up to relish in his achievement. Almost being the key word.

Puck smiled when she grabbed onto him for support. He laid on his side and pressed his elbow into the pillows. He rested his head on his palm and nodded to her. "I told the truth." His voice is so very cheery. "I think someone owes a certain someone something." He can be sweet and considerate, but then he turns around and does that.

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"Why didn't you wake me up!" She pouts. "Next thing you know you'll be telling me you solved the Assassin storyline in Arkham City and-..." She stops, narrowing her eyes at him. "Noah, do not tell me you finished the Assassin storyline in Arkham City without me." Rachel doesn't like the violence. And maybe some of the voice acting leaves a little to be desired. But the story! The visuals! It's like crack to her, sometimes.

Rolling her eyes, she sits up on her knees, tugging his jersey up over her head and dropping it on his chest. "There." Of course, she's still wearing her little pink cotton panties, but he didn't go into any specifics...

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He didn't wake her up because the last time he woke her up before she wanted to be awake she had yelled at him. Then again he had woken her up to listen to him burp a song. He was proud though. He had been trying to get that song down for a long time. He finally accomplished it. He thought she would want to share in the excitement with him. He was clearly wrong when she gave him evil eyes.

"What? No." This actually was not a lie. He hadn't touched Arkham City in days. She was safe on that account. He had spent the last few days very focused on Dead Island. Actually focused on Dead Island and Rachel's ass. He split his time.

His brows went up and he suddenly was so very happy that his mother was staying with his aunt. He had tried rationalizing sex to her, but she didn't find it appropriate despite the fact that Rachel was already knocked up. Cockblock. She was still sitting up and he was in the perfect position to lean forward and kiss the small of her back. Which he promptly did. "You really are kind of a super freak, Berry."

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"Good. I think I would have had to go find some shorts to put on." She's teasing...mostly. But now that he's got her all invested in these storylines, it would be absolutely unfair for him to leave her out of it now. And since it wasn't like either of them ever went out anymore, whenever he played, she was around.

She glances down at him, laughing. "I assume you're referring to the Rick James song? In which case, I'm pretty sure me just taking off my top in the privacy of our bedroom isn't one of the things he categorized as making one a very freaky girl." Sometimes, honestly. She just says shit to mess with Puck's head.

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It took every ounce of strength for him to not say I'm Rick James, bitch. You have no idea how well he controlled himself by keeping that to himself. Maybe he is growing up a little bit. Stranger things have happened.

He was referring to the other freaky stuff she could do. Before they started dating he kind of just chalked her up at Rachel Berry the repressed sweater freak. She was really intense and kind of had a stick up her ass. What Puck found out behind the privacy of closed doors is that Rachel Berry could kiss. That mouth had talent and not just in singing. She bit! For a girl who had never done it she was surprisingly good at a lot of that stuff.

He kissed her back again, but this time it was towards the middle. "Nah. You know what I mean, Rachel. Super freak. She's super freaky." He made sure to pop his p's.

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"That is the Rick James song, Noah. Besides, I haven't done anything." She sing songs, voice going a little more breathless with each touch of his lips. It's the hormones, man. She used to be so much better at resisting him, or at least pretending she wasn't interested...or that she wasn't so freakin' desperate for it.

Of course now, (much to Noah's delight, probably) he really barely has to work for it. His lips touched her back again and she sighed, arching a little.