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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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.

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He doesn't have time to link song titles with artists. They're not in class with Mr. Schuester. It's not time to learn, Rachel. It's time for Puckzilla to get swerve on.

If there is one thing that Puck knows he's good at beyond a doubt--it's sex. He knows what to do when he's in that moment. He probably shouldn't be so proud of the conquests from the past, but they were good practice. Great practice for rockin' Rachel Berry's world. Which he did. He really is proud of that night despite the fact that he knocked her up.

There it is. Bingo. He's so going to win this. "Do I need to remind you of the biting?" His smile grew as his lips reached her shoulder and lingered on her skin.

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"Mmmm shut up." Three syllables, Puckerman. You're on your way. She turns her head, brushing the tip of her nose against his temple. "So I bit you, big deal...tasted like grape slushee, I couldn't help it."

Reaching back between them, she starts tugging on the ties to his sweats. "C'mon, I did my homework. All of it. So how come you're still wearing pants?"

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Not that he minded the biting. He actually kind of started to dig it after a while. It was all part of the Rachel Berry package. She owned tight, ridiculous sweaters, but she was a makeout Queen. The girl had talent considering how inexperienced she had been once upon a time. Puck hardly had to teach her anything. She just knew. At the time it had been kinda freaky.

Puck smiled into her shoulder and pulled back to look down at his sweatpants. It was only fair. He loosened it and finally got it undone. He shimmied out of them the best he could and kicked them off the bed. With a triumphant smile he moved to lay back into the pillows and rested his hands under his head. Sadly he wasn't commando today. Boxers. "Overachiever."

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"Jerk." She pouts, moving to brace herself over him, hands pressed into the mattress at his side. With the budding baby bump, she's been wary of laying on her stomach, but she supposes this is good enough. Leaning down, she pecks his lips just once, letting the kiss linger before she rolls half onto her back neck to him. If he wants more, he can follow, 'cause her arms are tired.

"Why do you always wear underwear when I don't want you to?" She pouts, hooking a finger into the elastic by his side.

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The King of them, baby. There she came. Hovering over him. If she was wary of laying on her stomach than it was probably best he didn't tell her how he was afraid to put his entire weight on time of her. He was scared of crushing the baby. They already had a discussion that his penis wouldn't kill the baby if they had sex. That had been very long and drawn out.

Tease. No gold star for you, Rachel. Puck rolled over until he was situated on top of her. His elbows rested against the mattress as he hovered. "I like to make things difficult for you." That's basically the truth. He leaned down to kiss her.

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"Noah, I assure you, things are plenty difficult for me right now." Hence the untouched plate of ants on a log sitting near the dresser. Abandoning the elastic along his waist, she reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him back, sighing softly against his lips.

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Talking? Still talking are we, Rachel? No more talking. The only talking that Puck would like to hear is dirty talk. That is the only acceptable form of communication right now. Everything else will be ignored. Puck used to not think that Rachel Berry could stop talking. That was quickly squashed the first time she let him go under those ridiculously short skirts. Rachel Berry actually did know how to stop talking. That didn't mean she didn't start right back up afterwards though. Crazy enough that was kind of one of the things that Puck loved about her.

His lips moved away from hers and made their merry little way to her neck. He was always a fan of her neck. It was soft and sometimes it tasted like fruit. Puck assumed that it was probably from those ridiculous body sprays and shit that chicks seemed so fond of.

Since she abandoned the elastic on his boxers he decided that he'd give the elastic on her panties a little more attention. Three fingers dipped inside and brushed over her hips. He'd make his way down eventually.