Dirty Little Secret
disclaimer: Not mine.... If they were, Puck and Rachel would be humping like bunnies.
summary: AU- Noah Puckerman has a secret. Wanna find out what it is?
warnings & notes: NC-17 for a REASON, peeps.
thank you: everyone who read this first on ff.net. I am REALLY going to try to update my Puckleberry fics.
word count: 1,570
comments & feedback: very much appreciated.
additional notes: None
Dirty Little Secret
Part One : The Replacements
I, Noah "Puck" Puckerman, have a secret. The secret to end all secrets. A dirty little secret. So secret, I don't even know if I should be thinking about it. You wanna know what it is?
I just might tell you. But then I just might have to kill you.
Noah Puckerman had never been so disgusted in his entire life. He watched from his locker as Santana Lopez, his ex-girlfriend of five minutes, made out with her new boyfriend, of five whole fucking minutes, Finn Hudson at her locker. She had actually dumped him because of his credit score. How the hell did she get his social security number? The bitch was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Sick of watching the nauseating display, he slammed his locker shut and turned down the hallway.
His mother, of course, would be thrilled. He couldn't remember how many times his mother had asked him, "Noah, why can't you date a nice Jewish girl?" Easy.. Nice Jewish girls didn't put out. Not that he would say that to his mother, of course. He didn't feel like being disemboweled with a melon baler.
He was so lost in his mental ramblings that he almost didn't see Rachel Berry standing in the middle of the hallway, her eyes glued to the nasty scene behind him. The look on her face was enough for him to realize that she didn't know that she had been replaced. Not that she really could have been replaced, given the fact that she and Finn had never officially been dating. If one listened to the rumor mill, and Puck usually did, they had never progressed from chaste kissing. He assumed that it didn't mean that much to Finn, but apparently Rachel had different ideas.
"Hey Berry." Puck greeted her. He was only slightly annoyed when she kept looking at the train-wreck. "What's new?" he asked, standing next to her, once again facing the disgusting display. When she again said nothing, he knew drastic action was necessary. He put his arm around her shoulders, turning her in the opposite direction. He laughed when he saw her startled expression. "Walk with me, Berry."
To his relief, she didn't make a scene. She walked. "What is going on?" To his utter horror, he saw tears swimming in her eyes. He quickly found an empty classroom and shoved her into it, closing the door behind them. He watched as she stood there, completely adrift, searching for something to say. "What? What happened? I thought you and Santana.. me and Finn.."
Puck threw his backpack on the ground, placed his guitar case on one of the empty tables. "I don't know. Apparently, we've been replaced." He watched her struggle with her emotions and prayed that she wouldn't start bawling on him. "I'm better off anyway. Santana was good in bed, but was a fucking nutcase.." He walked toward her, a teasing note in his voice. "The real question is, are you going to let him get away with it? I sure as hell don't want Santana walking around saying that she broke up with me."
Rachel wrapped her arms around her waist and shivered. She was looking at him like he had two heads. "Get away with what, Puck? Finn wasn't my boyfriend."
Puck tilted his head to the side and searched her face. "He might not have said the words, but you thought he was. Do you want him to think that he could replace you so easy?" Her eyes flashed and he knew that he had her.
"What exactly are you suggesting that I do about it?" She asked him warily.
He smiled then. "Not you, Berry. I am suggesting that we do something about it. Make them burn."
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Rachel Berry felt decidedly wicked when she walked through the doors of Glee's rehearsals. She wasn't surprised when she saw no one else. That was fine with her, anyway. She needed to think about their plan. She decided that Puck had an extremely good idea and it would be beneficial for her to become a co-conspirator to his plan. She wanted Finn Hudson to know exactly what he had thrown away for yet another brainless Cheerio and she was almost positive that Noah Puckerman was the man for the job.
"Hey, Berry!" Puck called after her, taking her by the arm, pulling her toward the piano. "Thank God I got to you before everybody got here."
"What's the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.
"Why would.. Never mind." He shook his head. Damn, this chick was weird. "I want to make sure that you understand what you are supposed to do."
She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. You said to follow your lead, which I find a little offensive, considering I have considerable more time as a staring lead then you do, but.."
"Shut up." He told her, pushing her back up against the edge of the piano. He trapped her against it with the lower portion of his body, his arms caging her between. He brought his face close to hers. "I am the lead in this particular play, little Berry."
She felt like a caged animal. Skittish and slightly nervous. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking into his maple colored eyes.
He stared right back, bring their faces so close their noses were almost touching. "Any minute those nosy gleeks are going to start coming in here. We need the rumor mill to start working in our favor."
She frowned. "Don't call them gleeks. Why do we want them to start gossiping about us?"
"Don't frown at me." He whispered, a hand coming between her brows to smooth out her brow. "We are supposed to not care that they moved on, right? You want Hudson to think that he meant nothing to you, don't you?"
His touch had strangely unnerved her. "Yes. I want him to see what he's missing." She whispered, watching him warily. "How is this supposed to help me accomplish that?"
He would have laughed if she hadn't looked so serious. Instead, he bumped his nose ageist hers. "He's a guy, Rachel. Guys always want what they can't have."
"But that doesn't..." Noises erupted from behind the closed door.
It was time.
Puck looked into her eyes, placed his hands on her hips. "You ready?"
It was now or never. "Yes." She breathed as his lips descended to hers.
It was like being hit by lightning. He could feel the sparks down to his toes. Her mouth was like honey coated sin. Who knew Rachel Berry could kiss? He ran one hand up her body to fist in her hair, pulling her head back, holding her still while he plundered her mouth. When she opened her mouth for him, he didn't hesitate. He twisted his mouth on hers, his tongue tasting her. Shit, she actually tasted like honey. Fucking unreal.. Rachel whimpered. She actually fucking whimpered.. Get your head in the game, Puckerman!
Rachel whimpered once again, wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand playing with the bottom of his mohawk. How long had it been since she had been kissed like this? A year? Maybe more. Finn's kisses had been sweet and gentle, as if he was afraid that he would shatter her into a million pieces. Hardly.. Puck's kisses were brutal in intensity, demanding without dominating. She felt like a woman in his arms, not a love sick teenager. His hand tightened on her hip, moved behind to cup her ass, moving her hips against his. She moaned low in her throat and rocked her hips again until she heard him moan in return.
Somewhere in his lust induced haze he heard the door open, heard someone gasp. He realized then how far out of his reach the situation had become. He was seriously drowning, in Rachel Berry of all people, and not even a whole roll of lifesavers would help him.
He pulled back from the kiss in slow degrees. He didn't think he could have just torn his mouth away from her if he wanted to. She could probably suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Best save that thought for another time..When he finally lifted his mouth from hers she smiled. Her face was flushed, her lips a tad bruised from his kisses. Her eyes had that starry quality that would suit their purposes nicely. Feigning ignorance to their company, he dropped another small kiss to her lips, nipped at her lower lip as he pulled away. "Is it still okay if I come over tonight?"
Her eyes cleared, and he knew the moment that she realized the game they were playing. "Of course.." she whispered as she reached up to kiss him. She moaned against his mouth. "You have to come after five, though. My Dads have a dinner date tonight."
Jesus, she was good. He lifted himself off her and pulled her away from the piano. "You wanna practice some more before everyone gets here?"
"Sure.." she told him, taking his hand and following him into a corner.
Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other, speechless.
"There is no way anyone would believe us." Mercedes whispered.
It took Kurt a moment to bring his jaw up from the floor. "I still don't believe it. I may never be able to go near that piano again."