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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"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.

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Where Puck was unsure of Rachel's ability to stop talking until it came to sex, Rachel was never more convinced of Puck's eloquence as she was when it came to his dirty talk. She'd never been a fan of Neruda or Whitman or any of the more erotically toned poets, but sometimes the things that came out of her boyfriend's mouth...

Of course, his mouth is occupied right now. As is hers. Which is why her whimper is blocked against his lips when she lifts her hips and tilts her head back, hands sliding over his shoulders and across his chest.

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Sex with Rachel meant he could participate in dirty talk. Santana used to get mad when Puck opened his mouth to do anything other than kiss her or eat her out. Now that it was out in the open that she was a lesbian it actually made a lot more sense. He'd be lying if there wasn't a small part of him that wondered if she let Brittany talk during the sex. Probably. The point of that weird sexual rant is that he was allowed his dirty talk with Rachel. He was actually surprised when he learned that froggy sweater could hang with the best of them in that department. Super freak.

A whimper is very encouraging for Puckster. Down those lips went. He made his way over her collarbone and continued to make his way down south. His lips latched onto a nipple and his teeth scrapped over the sensitive skin.

His hand? Oh. His hand was busy dipping further into her panties. Only Rachel Berry wore cotton panties. He dug it. Kinda virginal. Nothing made Puck harder than the first night he got to "plant his flag" in Rachel Berry. What a flashback. A rough finger along her folds.

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Underwear should be, first and foremost, comfortable. And when you wear clothing as short as Rachel's, you have to go for the full coverage stuff anyway. And it seemed like Puck appreciated her more in her simpler stuff (or his stuff) than lingerie anyway, so she rarely wore it unless it was a special occasion or he specifically asked.

She groans, hands moving up to cup the back of his head as she rolls her hips to his fingers. Rachel always heard how good Noah was in bed, and while she always assumed that meant actual intercourse, she was pleasantly surprised to learn that it extended to his mouth and his fingers too.

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Dating a closeted lesbian kind of forced you to get good with your mouth and fingers. She did let him bust out little Puck sometimes, but it was a rare occasion. She always pretty content for some downstairs loving from his digits and his tongue. You could thank Satan for that particular skill. The others were responsible for his excellent rebound time.

One of the best parts of having sex with someone you've already knocked out? No condoms. Puck has never been a huge fan of the little bastards. Maybe that was why he was in this situation, but it felt epic to be able to not use them and not have to worry about knocking her up. She was already sporting his child.

Which reminded him.

His head lifted from her breast and he raised a brow up at her. "I'm not gonna poke it in the eye with my finger am I?" He was such a cautious little idiot. He was still not a hundred percent sure that he couldn't be hurting his kid in there.

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"Are you just going to come up with a new question every time we have sex for the next 5 months? You're seriously killing the mood." Rachel would sit down and talk about the baby for hours if you let her. Except for when she was trying to get a little bit of the Pucky-Puck. Then the baby was the last thing she wanted to talk about.

"Remember what the doctor said?" Because Rachel swears they ask the woman every time they go. "You're not gonna get anywhere near the baby."

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He couldn't help it. She wasn't the one sticking a rather blunt object inside of her. He tended to worry about poking a hole in their newly forming child's face. It was a natural fear, Rachel! He doesn't want their baby to have brain damage. It was clearly going to get Rachel's smarts, but he was just worried he might damage that with his penis. Or a finger. So logical.

That doctor was probably at the end of her rope with Puck. He asked her a new question about it every time they went. His first question was if baby doctors could identify a patient by their vag. She didn't even bother answering Puck. He was a little upset by that. He genuinely wanted to know.

"Got it, babe." He nodded up at her with a smirk. With what sounded like a small grown his head dropped and down he went. His hand removed itself from her panties and with the help of his other one he pulled them down. He got them off and tossed them over his shoulder onto his floor. His brow shot up and he winked. "Spread 'em, princess." His hot little Jewish American princess.

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"You say that every night. And yet." She teases, sitting up on her elbows as she watches him make his way down. Planting her feet on the mattress, she lifts her hips to let him tug her panties off, crossing her legs when they're gone.

He knows she loves it when he calls her Princess. He has to, for all the times he uses it when he wants something. But even through the visible shudder that rolls up her spine, she shakes her head "No", grinning. "Say please."

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He discovered her fondness to the name Princess when they were kids. It was right before they stopped hanging out. He had done something to make her mad. He was fairly certain it was right after he tipped Artie's wheelchair for the first time. He was ten years old. Artie had only been in it for two years. Rachel had gotten pretty pissed at him. Even at ten years old her vocabulary was well beyond his own. She was slinging words at him that he didn't understand. It was only after he called her Princess a few times and groveled that she agreed to be his friend again. Two years later the drifting happened.

She really can be a tease. She has the tendency to make Puck work for it sometimes. He doesn't mind because he knows that he always gets it in the end. Even Rachel Berry can't resist the Puckster for too long. She gets horny like any other teenage girl. "You're kind of a cock tease, Rach." He licked his lips and nodded. He lowered his head to kiss her hip bone. "Please." His voice was soft velvety.

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She reaches up, running a hand through his mohawk as he kisses her hip. "I'm obviously not too much of one." Obviously. Since her view of the top of your head is obscured by a slowly rounding belly. When he finally says please, though, she uncrosses her legs and lets her knees drop open against the mattress. "Better?"