Pillow Talk
Pillow Talk
Summary: A decrepit hostel, two rooms, six kids. Who knows what could happen?
Pairing:Cast and a whole lot of Puck/Rachel thrown in there :D
‘We did it guys! Welcome to Nationals!’
Mr Schue’s proud, exuberant proclamation was met with a ringing stunned silence as his Glee club surveyed the derelict building before them.
‘So, what do you think?’ he asked, still beaming as he turned to face them.
Rachel seemed to be hovering on the verge of saying something and she shuffled, biting her lip. Finally, she raised a hand.
‘Mr Schue, can I primarily say that this is hardly Nations, rather our accommodation facilities, a hostel nonetheless.’
‘Rachel...’ he sighed.
‘And on the topic of this hostel, may I ask as to whom chose this facility because I know that my fathers would not stand for me living in such conditions.’
‘Rachel, it’s only for three nights...’
‘I think I speak on behalf of the Glee club as a whole in saying that these facilities are substandard and that we will not be partaking in this.’
‘Rach...’
‘She’s right Mr Schue,’ Finn broke in uneasily, ‘I don’t really like this place much...’
‘Yeah, this place is worse than my grandmother’s,’ Puck offered.
‘I like it,’ Brittany smiled vaguely, ‘It’s kind of like my mom’s house...’
The group turned to Brittany, stunned into silence once more, before they looked back at Mr Schue.
‘Look, Mr Schue, does this place even have wi-fi?’ Mercedes demanded.
‘Because, if I’m going to miss an episode of Grey’s Anatomy while I’m away, I’ll freak,’ Kurt chimed.
Mr Schuester sighed, exasperated, ‘Look, guys, this is all we can afford. This was the only place that the school’s budget could accommodate.’
‘But Mr Schue!’ Rachel protested.
‘Look at it this way, it’s either this place, or no Nationals.’
The group fell into submissive silence and Mr Schue eyed them, waiting for a rebuttal from Rachel. When none came he nodded, clapping his hands together, reinstating his grin, ‘Okay then! Let’s get started!’
- - - - - -
‘One! More!’ Finn groaned.
‘Shit! Man, how much do you weigh?’ Puck heaved.
They hefted up one more step before dropping Artie unceremoniously onto the landing and collapsing wearily against the concrete wall. The two boys were reduced to gasping for air as they scrabbled at the wall to remain upright.
‘Shit...’ Puck gasped, ‘Dude, what kind of fat ass are you?’
Artie fiddled with his glasses uncomfortably, ‘Well, the chair is admittedly heavily I suppose as it is composed primarily of metal and...’
Kurt came clambering up the stairs, gasping for air just like the boys before him. Puck and Finn turned and simultaneously glared at him as his set down his suitcase.
‘Phew, that was heavy,’ Kurt sighed, wiping his brow daintily, ‘Alexander McQueen is heavier than it looks!’
‘I’m gonna beat the sh-‘ Puck growled.
Finn sighed, pushing himself off the wall, ‘Let’s just get inside already...’
- - - - - -
‘Well this is just deplorable. It’s unsanitary!’ Rachel noted as the door of their room swung open. Before them lay a series of three bunk beds crammed into a tiny space. The girls stood at the door, surveying the room before them in stunned, disapproving silence.
‘Good lord help me,’ Mercedes muttered, ‘This place is killing me.’
Brittany ambled into the room, unaware of her companions’ disgust. She swung her arms around, spinning as she looked around the room.
‘Wow, that’s so weird... it looks just like my Mum’s room!’
The group chose to ignore her comment and instead Tina bravely cleared her throat, ‘I think we should go in guys. I mean, we get to perform at Nationals right? Maybe we’ll just have to... bear it.’
With logic like that, even the disgusted girls couldn’t disagree. Instead, Rachel hoisted a grim look onto her face, ‘Okay. I’m Eliza Doolittle. Poor flower girl, living in squalor until...’
‘So uh... who wants to pick a bed?’ Mercedes asked uneasily.
Rachel fell silent and the girls grouped in the centre of the room.
‘I for one, prefer a bed on a approximately 25 inches thick and 50 inches above the ground, facing northeast, with a firm, but not hard mattress,’ Rachel supplied helpfully.
Mercedes eyed her up and down, ‘Fine, lower bunk in the corner with the barred window beside it.’
‘But...’
‘I will hurt you,’ Mercedes promised, pursing her lips.
‘That bed will do fine.’
Rachel trundled quietly over to her bed with her bag in tow, her nose wrinkled as she approached it.
‘Okay, Tina, you and me will share a bunk okay? And Brittany and Santana? Are you two cool?’
The two met each other’s, a sly grin creeping up Santana’s face, ‘We’re cool.’
‘We’ll try not to make too much noise,’ Brittany promised.
‘Quinn, do you mind sharing with Rachel? It’s the only bed left.’
‘Well,’ Quinn replied, inhaling deeply, ‘It’s better than sleeping on the floor isn’t it?’
‘That’s’ the spirit!’
The girls split off to their separate beds, taking their luggage with them. Quinn met Rachel’s glance evenly as she approached their bunk. Rachel smiled hopefully and met her halfway.
‘I like to wake up at 5:45 when I’m in a strange town, as I don’t get an opportunity to be on the elliptical, so I maintain a regime of a brisk walk around the building before I have a protein shake for breakfast. Would you like me to wake you then also?’
Quinn, grimaced, failing to make it look like a smile, ‘Uh, thanks but... no thanks, I’m good.’
‘I should also warn you that I have been known to sleep walk, talk and even sing, so don’t be surprised if I wake you...’
‘Of course you do,’
‘Okay! I’m glad we could meet an agreement Quinn,’ Rachel beamed.
‘Hey look! Somebody left a blanket on my bed!’ Brittany cried triumphantly, ‘Look everybody!’
The blonde was perched on the top bunk, holding aloft a ratty and undeniably filthy looking blanket, draping in around her shoulders. She snuggled up to it, burying her face in it.
‘Ew,’ Santana sighed, wrinkling her nose, ‘Sweetie, don’t do that...’
‘Why?’ Brittany asked, dropping the blanket, ‘It’s comforting. It even smells just like my mom’s house.’
‘Where the hell does your Mom live?’ Mercedes demanded.
- - - - - - -
‘So um... what do we do now?’ Artie asked, fiddling with his glasses.
The other boys in the room had taken no time in making themselves comfortable. Matt was sprawled out on the floor, propped up against the mattress. Mike was rocking his head in time with some mind bogglingly loud and offensively crude music with Puck sitting above him on the bunk, unexplainably shirtless and grinning. Finn sat uncomfortably in the corner, his large hulking frame appearing almost too big for such a tiny space. Just like the boys, their luggage was scattered around the room everywhere, t-shirts hanging on bed corners, sweats in a rumpled heap on the floor.
‘Do you want to play Truth or Dare?’ Kurt offered eagerly, looking up from his meticulous unpacking, ‘Or Spin the Bottle, I don’t mind.’
Puck raised one, disbelieving eyebrow, shaking his head, ‘Dude.’
‘Well, I’m always one for a game of solitaire,’ Artie chimed, ‘I have playing cards in my bag.’
Puck let out a load groan and swung his legs back. Artie watched as he pulled out his PSP and focused his full attention of that. He wasn’t in the mood for chit-chat obviously.
‘I wonder what the girls are doing...’ Finn mused out loud, ‘Maybe I could go see them...’
‘Don’t bother dude,’ Puck announced, ‘They’re probably doing some chick thing... like making out or having a pillow fight in their underwear...’
- - - - - -
‘The boys probably think we’re having a pillow fight,’ Quinn giggled as she settled onto her bed, ‘God bless those dumb idiots.’
‘Not all boys are idiots you know,’ Rachel frowned defensively from the bunk beneath her.
‘I’m bored,’ Mercedes whined, stretching out on her mattress, ‘Does anyone want to come find the dining hall with me?’
‘I have some low car granola bars in my bag if you would like Mercedes. I always like to travel with my own food supplies as I often find...’ Rachel began.
‘Yeah, I’m not that hungry.’
Mercedes flopped back onto her bed, pulling her pillow beneath her head, and whipping her cell phone out of her pocket.
‘I’m going to die!’ she announced, ‘There’s only two bars!’
As she spoke her phone bleated and her face lit up, ‘Hey, it’s Kurt!’
Tina scrambled off the top bunk and into place beside Mercedes, the two of them crowding around the screen.
‘Hey giiirrrlll...’ Mercedes answered loudly.
Santana turned, her hands perched on her hips, ‘Well, that’s weird. I’m going for a shower.’
‘Can I come too?’ Brittany asked.
Santana paused in a stunned silence before shaking her head, ‘Sweetie. No. You wait here.’
‘Okay then.’
Santana disappeared into the bathroom at the end of the room and the girls were silent once more.
‘I’m bored,’ Mercedes announced again, snapping her phone shut.
‘I bet the boys are entertained,’ Quinn said, a light smirk on her face, ‘They’re probably watching porn...’
- - - - - -
‘So what do you guys want to do?’ Matt asked, dangling off his bunk.
‘We could watch porn,’ Puck suggested, shrugging nonchalantly.
‘Dude!’ Finn objected.
Puck pulled an innocent face, ‘What? What did I say?’
He looked around him, his eyes landing on Kurt and he wrinkled his face, ‘Sorry dude, I don’t have uh... anything for you...’
Kurt had the decency to look disgusted, his lip curling, ‘I do not disgrace my sweet, innocent aura with such filthy things in any case thankyou Noah.’
Puck stared at Kurt blankly, ‘So uh... you’re cool if we watch porn?’
Mike and Matt scrambled down to Puck’s bag as he rifled through his duffel, which seemed to contain mostly DVDs.
‘Dude!’ Finn protested again.
‘What?’ Puck replied, indignant and uncomprehending, ‘What’s your problem?’
‘I have a girlfriend!’ Finn cried, ‘I can’t watch porn!’
‘You can’t watch porn because you have a girlfriend...’ Puck said slowly, accentuating each word carefully, ‘Dude, you’re so pussy whipped.’
‘I’m not whipped!’ Finn exclaimed, ‘I just care a lot about Quinn and I respect her enough not to watch...’
Puck grinned teasingly, flicking his wrist, miming whipping, ‘She’s got you good dude. Well the rest of us men who aren’t chained to some chick’s pussy are going to watch porn.’
‘Actually, Puck, I was going to go for a shower if that’s okay with you...’ Artie mumbled.
The boys all exchanged glances and an uncomfortable tension fell over the room.
‘Um...’ Finn began bravely, ‘You uh... don’t need someone to... uh... you know...’
Artie flushed from head to toe and vehemently shook his head, ‘No! No! I’ll be fine thankyou.’
‘Thank god,’ Puck replied, ‘Because I am so not cool with washing another dudes junk.’
‘Uh... yeah, I’ve um... got that situation covered.’
With that, Artie jerked his wheels and trundled off to the bathroom leaving behind a very silent bunch of boy, awkwardness cast over them all.
‘Well that was uncomfortable,’ Kurt commented snidely, ‘If you don’t mind, I might go prepare my bed for my full beauty sleep routine.’
Puck frowned again, ‘Uh... have... fun with that dude.’
Kurt beamed genuinely, ‘I will. There’s nothing I love more than Streisand and chamomile tea before bed.’
‘Uhu...’
‘Dudes, as soon as Artie’s out of the shower, I’m going upstairs to see the girls. You guys are bumming me out,’ Finn announced.
Puck looked up, his eyes flashing eagerly, ‘Hot girls in their underwear? So better than porn.’
Matt and Mike nodded eagerly, ‘We’re in.’
- - - - - -
‘Do you think she ever slows down?’ Mercedes whispered to Quinn.
They were watching Rachel curiously as she sped around the room, folding clothes, straightening her bed and hanging stray towels all while babbling at high speeds.
‘Maybe when she’s sleeping...’ Quinn said uneasily.
‘I bet she’s more bearable when she’s asleep,’ Mercedes replied snarkily.
‘I wouldn’t count on it. Rachel Berry is still Rachel Berry no matter how asleep she is.’
‘You’re so right. Maybe I’ll kill her in my sleep.’
Suddenly the beginning of hip-hop music began to drizzle from Brittany’s corner of the room. They turned and saw her crouched in the corner, beaming from ear to ear.
‘I just found my speakers!’ she exclaimed proudly.
Santana pulled Brittany off the floor, the two of them holding hands and shimmying to the music. Quinn laughed and bounded over to them, joining in.
‘I love this song!’ Mercedes proclaimed.
She tossed her hair, singing along with the music as Tina joined her and they danced together. Soon the room was filled with giggles and harmonious voices mingling in their air as they followed the lyrics. Rachel froze in her corner of the room, looking distinctly crestfallen and uncomfortable.
Mercedes stopped her dancing and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Are you going to join us Rachel?’
Rachel’s eyes widened, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, ‘What... uh.. me? No, I don’t think so.’
‘Come on Rachel!’ Brittany cried, excitement lacing her voice, ‘Dance with us! It’s fun!’
‘No, I don’t think I will.’
‘Oh god, Berry would you just chill?’ Santana sighed.
‘Seriously Rachel. Do you even know how to have fun?’ Quinn demanded.
The girls had all stopped dancing, their eyes locked onto the brunette. She shifted uncomfortably, an indignant frown rising on her features.
‘Of course I know how to have fun. Everyone knows how to have fun.’
‘Except you,’ Mercedes objected.
‘I know how to have fun!’ Rachel cried, stomping her foot.
A smirk curled Mercedes lips, agitating Rachel was fun and way too easy, ‘Then prove it.’
‘W-what?’
‘Prove it. Show us you can have fun.’
Rachel opened and closed her mouth a few times, gaping like a fish, at loss for words. Finally she frowned, her jaw setting and she placed her hands firmly on her hips, ‘Fine. I’ll prove it.’
Brittany switched the music back on, turning it up louder than before and Rachel, meeting Mercedes eyes defiantly, tugged her hair out of her ponytail. It was on.
Rachel stepped out into the middle of the room amongst the other girls. She shimmied her hips, warming up to the beat slowly. Soon she was throwing her arms around in the air, singing along to the lyrics. Finally she twirled, shaking her body into the turn and Mercedes began to laugh as the other girls cheered, sweeping Rachel into their circle.
- - - - - -
‘Maybe we should let the girls know we’re coming, ‘Artie mumbled as he was carried up the stairs.
The boys had gained considerably wisdom and had removed Artie from his chair, giving two boys the job of carrying the chair and another to carry Artie himself.
‘Dude, why would we do that? They live one floor above us; it’d be a waste of time,’ Puck reasoned.
‘He has a point,’ Kurt pointed out.
As the boys reached the landing, they could hear loud, pounding music echoing down the hall, mingled with ecstatic laughter.
‘Those are our girls!’
Placing Artie back in the chair, they moved down the hall grinning. As they reached the door from which the noise was trickling under, Puck reached out to push the door open.
‘Dude,’ Finn frowned, ‘Knock.’
Puck rolled his eyes, wrapping his knuckles against the wood, ‘Whatever,’
There was no response to Puck’s knock and the boys shuffled impatiently.
‘Maybe they didn’t hear that one,’ Finn mumbled, ‘Knock again.’
Puck rolled his eyes, more pointedly this time and made a display of knocking once more. When there was no reply, Puck feigned shock.
‘Maybe we could just...’
He pushed down on the door handle and the door swung open.
And all their jaws dropped.
Standing in the middle of the room were all the girls, laughing and carrying on, all pressed tightly together as they writhed to the pulsing music.
In the centre of it all was Rachel, her bare feet stamping the ground around her as she danced. Her hair was loose and mussed, her fingers tangled in it as she thrust her hips against the air, her eyes closed. She spun around; her thin yellow nightgown flew up as she did, revealing pink panties with daisies on them. Puck was transfixed, his eyes wide and disbelieving, frozen with an unexpected surge of desire.
‘Holy shit...’ Finn murmured.
The music stopped. The boys were snapped out of their lustful reverie as they found six girls, standing stock-still, staring back at their friends with horror. Rachel looked the most horrified and she bit her lip, her eyes round like saucers.
‘That was...’ Finn began.
‘Hot,’ Puck finished, ‘Please continue ladies,’
Rachel blushed furiously, scurrying over to her bed to hide. Quinn smiled winningly, opening her arms to her boyfriend. She snuggled up to him, giggling, ‘Did you like what you saw?’
The boys let themselves into the girl’s room as the girls recovered from their mortification. Santana invited both Mike and Matt onto her bed, draping herself in their laps as she did. Brittany curled up at Matt’s feet, while Finn and Quinn settled onto the floor beside them, tightly entwined. Tina and Mercedes separated, making room for Kurt to snuggled in between them, Artie sitting in his chair beside them. Puck leered at Rachel and made a point to cross the room to join her.
‘Is this seat spare?’
She eyed him distastefully, ‘Free country I suppose.’
‘Goody!’
He plopped down onto her mattress beside her and made a show of snuggling right up to her. Rachel stiffened and leant away from him.
‘Nice panties Berry,’ he murmured, ‘Any chance I’ll get to see them again later tonight?’
Rachel didn’t even look at him, instead turned her nose up, ‘You disgust me.’
‘I’ll take that as a maybe.’
He then turned back to his friends, clapping his hands together, ‘So how was the pillow fight? Come on girls, tell me all the details.’
- - - - - -
Somehow they wound up playing Truth and Dare which led into Spin the Bottle. It was evident that between Puck, Matt and Mike they’d watched every sleepover schoolgirl porn that existed and they were determined to recreate it all in that evening. The game was a total disaster because Kurt was rigging the game, ensuring that the bottle always landed on Finn on his turn. Finn turned red and blustered bumbingly, coming up with some lame excuse about not being about to kiss other people in front of his girlfriend. When his bottle landed on Brittany, the blonde leapt forward and he kissed her graciously on the cheek.
‘Okay, Rach, your turn,’ Puck grinned, leering at her, ‘I hope you spin Quinn. That’d be so hot.’
Rachel glared at him, ‘You’re a pig.’
She leant forward, flicking her wrist, setting the bottle in motion. Her stomach knotted as she watched it slow, passing Kurt, Tina, Mercedes. It slowed right down on Finn but finally settled on...
Puck.
She grimaced, pulling a face at him, ‘No way in hell Noah.’
‘Pucker up for Puck babe!’ Puck crooned, closing his eyes as he pursed his own lips.
‘Gross.’
‘You know you want to babe. It’s natural.’
With all his taunting and teasing, with his eyes closed Rachel knew he wasn’t expecting anything. He thought he had her pegged as the unadventurous type who wouldn’t dare. She’d already been challenged once tonight and she’d certainly proved them wrong.
With that, she leant forward, grabbing his face in her hands. She pulled him to her, their lips meeting firmly in a kiss.
Puck’s eyes flew open and he froze, taken aback, before he grinned into the kiss, deepening it.
Rachel didn’t know what over took her, but the next thing she knew his tongue was sliding between her lips and her arms were looping around his neck. His fingers were tangled in her hair and she was shuffling closer to him.
They broke apart with a gasp and turned to a stunned silent room. The rest of their Glee clubbers were staring back at them with stunned silence.
‘That was unexpected,’ Kurt sniffed.
‘We’re two good looking Jews,’ Puck shrugged indifferently, ‘Course it was hot.’
They continued to stare for a few more moments, before they finally resumed the game. Kurt kissed Mercedes sweetly, before Tina kissed him. Quinn and Finn spun one another, sharing sweet, chaste kisses and Matt and Brittany exchanged a few, surprisingly cute kisses.
All the while, Puck’s calloused fingers traced up and down Rachel’s spine through her thin nightgown. When she looked at him she realized he was doing it completely involuntarily, unaware of his own actions.
They continued to go around the circle, the girls gaining audacity as Rachel, still not impressed, leant forward to press a brief peck to Tina’s lips. Quinn kissed Santana’s cheek, Brittany and Santana put on a show for the boys and Artie and Tina got well and truly carried away with one another.
And then suddenly...
‘Hey look...’ Finn said softly.
The group looked across the circle to see Puck, with Rachel curled in his lap, her head tucked under his chin, both fast asleep.
‘She actually looks kind of pretty when she’s asleep,’ Artie mused out loud.
‘Yeah, almost like... she’s normal or something...’ Finn shrugged.
‘She is much more pleasant when she’s silent,’ Kurt remarked.
‘You guys should get to know her,’ Tina mumbled quietly, ‘She was really cool when we got her out of her shell today.’
Finn began to laugh, shaking his head, ‘I’m going to give Puck so much shit about this when he wakes up. Who’s pussy whipped now?’
Quinn nudged his with her shoulder with a smile, ‘Don’t. That’s mean.’
‘They’d make a really cute couple wouldn’t they?’ Mercedes chuckled, ‘They’d make cute Jewish babies.’
Suddenly the door swung open and they all turned to find Mr Schue and Ms Pillsbury standing in the doorway. Their hair was rumpled, their lips red and swollen, their clothes artfully skewed. Finn tried to hide a grin and Kurt snorted quietly.
‘Right,’ Mr Schue announced, trying to seem authoritarian despite the fact that he knew that they knew what he had been doing, ‘Party’s over.’
‘I don’t think so Mr Schue,’ Matt replied, raising one eyebrow teasingly, ‘Looks like your party has just begun...’
‘Matt!’
‘He’s right Mr Schue,’ Quinn nodded, ‘We really oughtn’t disturb you.’
He flushed, folding his arms across his chest trying to mask his embarrassment.
‘What did I say about the boys in girls rooms?’ he demanded.
Grumbling the boys began to assemble themselves into some form of order, filing out the room under Mr Schue’s watchful eye.
Finn leant over Puck, shaking his shoulder.
‘Dude, you gotta get up. We’re being kicked out.’
‘Rach...’ Puck mumbled quietly.
Finn’s grin grew exponentially and he chuckled, ‘Come on lover boy, let’s go.’
Puck’s eyes flew open, clouded and weary.
‘We’re going?’
‘Yeah?’
Puck looked down at the bundle in his arms, confusion etched on his sleep hazed face.
‘What the fuck?’
‘Come on dude, we’re leaving...’ Finn insisted.
‘Um... uh... go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute,’ Puck mumbled.
Finn turned to leave, pausing quietly at the door beside Mr Schue. Sleepily, Puck stumbled to his feet, carrying Rachel’s weight easily. Gently he lay her down on the bed and paused to brush a stray lock of hair of her forehead.
Finn beamed from ear to ear and Puck ambled to the door, still half asleep.
‘I’m going to give him so much crap in the morning,’ he chuckled.
I hope you all enjoyed my rabid plot bunny. It sort of took over my life for about three hours and I just knew I had to write it.