Strip Poker
Prompt: Puck plays strip poker at a party, Rachel walks up drunk (un-amused) and joins in. Established relationship.
Characters: Rachel Berry & Noah (Puck) Puckerman
Word Count/Rating: 926words/T
“Ha…Have you seen Noah?” Rachel leans over the kitchen counter to talk to the small group of bleach blonde girls she recognized vaguely from her Health class. She had searched the backyard where she had left him when had gone inside to use the bathroom, and by the time she had re-emerged he had disappeared. Their whole group had disappeared.
“Who?” One of them asked; one eyebrow raised in confusion as she finished the remains of her red plastic cup in one swift motion.
“Noah.” Rachel repeated, dragging out his name as long as possible to make sure she heard her this time. “Puck.” She clarified after remembering that she was the only girl to ever get away with calling him Noah.
“I saw him head down into the basement about ten minutes ago.” A second girl offered, moving her red plastic cup away from her mouth only long enough to answer. “He’s looking really hot tonight.”
Rachel ignored the last statement and the two girls quickly walked off before the school diva could talk to them any longer. It was until they had disappeared into the crowd that Rachel had looked around the room to realize that she had no idea how to get down into the basement.
As she pushes through the crowd of dancing senior, a full cup of clear liquid is thrust into her hand and annoyed that she can’t find the one reason she came to this party for she downs it back in one gulp; she’s lost count of how many drinks that makes it for the night, and she finds herself realizing she’s lost all care.
“Rachel?” She’s fallen back against the hallway wall, letting her legs slide out underneath her as she comes to a stop sitting on the floor, her legs blocking the path as people unsteadily climb over her to get past. She looks up uncertainly when someone comes to stand next to her and smiles gratefully when she realizes its Matt.
“I can’t find Noah.” She almost sobs out. “Nobody likes me here and they don’t want to talk to me, and I don’t feel well.” She comes close to rambling.
He extends one hand to help her up off the floor and grips both her shoulders until she balances herself again. “You’re wasted.” He mutters under his breath as one hand shoots out to the wall to steady herself again after he lets go. “Where did you last see Puck?”
“Some…Somebody said he went into the basement, but this house is just so big and I can’t find it anywhere.”
Matt laughs, he can’t help himself before opening the door she had been next to pointing down the polished wooden staircase. “Do you need some help getting down?”
Rachel nods, and once again accepts his hand as he guides her down. He leaves her reluctantly at the bottom of the staircase once she assures him that she’s perfectly capable to walk.
When she does find him, sitting around the corner from the staircase at a large round table, it takes a minute for her to realize what she’s actually seeing.
Her boyfriend is sitting there without his shirt on, opposite Santana who is only dressed in her flimsy lace bra and the tiniest pair of shorts she’s ever seen. She doesn’t even register the other six people sitting at the table.
“What’s going on here Noah?” Her voice is eerily passive-aggressive as she stands behind him and wraps her arms around his neck. He’s mine.
Santana just rolls her eyes.
“Strip poker.” Noah mumbles back; he can tell that she’s pissed and angry and he doesn’t want to aggravate her anymore than he already obviously has.
Rachel glares at the girl sitting opposite him again. “Have you never played poker before Santana?”
The Latina girl just ignores her.
“You should play babe.” His eyes don’t rise from the cards in his hand.
“You want me to play strip poker with your friends?” She asks doubtfully.
She doesn’t agree a moment later because of what something her boyfriend says to reassure her, it’s Santana who looks up from her own cards and questions if she’s too chicken and has something to hide.
Rachel Berry has never been one to back down from a challenge, and she’s too proud of her body to let it be criticized. She pulls up a chair next to Noah and waits to be dealt in in the next round.
~*~*~
Everybody’s watching the tiny brunette in anticipation. Both her heels are sitting discarded at her feet and her tanned stockings are lying over the back of her chair. She’s lost the round, and she needs to remove another piece of clothing.
Noah’s starting to wonder if it was such a good idea to ask Rachel to play. He doesn’t want Finn or any other of the guys to watch his girlfriend strip. Shit, only he’s allowed to see stuff like that.
It takes a moment of deliberation before the smirk she has adopted from Noah spreads across her face and both arms twist uncomfortably behind her back.
Noah can’t believe it when the strapless black and red bra, with the tiny silver heart hanging in the middle, the same one he had almost managed to tear before the party that evening is flung onto the middle of the table.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and grabs the piece of lingerie; dropping it at his feet where his shirt was crumpled up.
She wasn’t getting it back any time tonight.