Used To The Pain
Title: Used To The Pain
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: Puck's mouth.
Character: Puck/Rachel
Summary: Fictable prompt #23 - Hands. AU: McKinley High has a new school nurse. Puck likes older women.
Word Count: 4,600
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: For this prompt at the drabble meme.
He loves older women. He loves the way they smile when he gives them attention, and how they never ask too much of him. He loves how they feel and the way they taste and that they know what they're doing and they're not shy about their bodies or sex and how much they want it. He loves that he can do whatever the fuck he wants to them, usually without asking permission, just because they like to feel like they're 'teaching' him or whatever. He knows what he's doing, obviously, but sometimes he fakes that to make them feel better about the whole thing.
It's been a few years since he started banging older women, and the average cougar isn't doing it for him anymore. He switched it up this past summer when he decided he needed more of a challenge, and started pursuing young single moms. It's more of a chase 'cause of the kid thing, and he digs knowing it's not a sure thing. He's got sure things. He wants something different.
The entire first week of school, he sees this chick walking around and finally learns she's the school nurse.
Jesus Christ.
She can't be more than, like, 21. She's got these legs on her that, fuck, he wants so bad. He could do shit with those legs. Immediately, he pictures fucking her up against a wall with her little high heeled shoes digging into his ass as she pants into his ear. Her body is insane, and she's wearing this white coat he wants to get her out of. She's talking to Schue one morning and she laughs, and Puck notices her smile and how big and brown her eyes are. He wants to fist his hands in her hair and...
He needs to know more.
He goes to his first two math classes just to suck up to Ms. Taylor so she'll cut him slack for skipping. He knows she will because she did it for his geometry class last year. It's cool. All he has to do is throw a few compliments her way and show up once every couple weeks and she's passing him without him doing anything. Guess she's desperate for attention or something, because he's never even had to break out his best shit with her.
He walks into the nurse's office and sees her sitting there at her desk on this rolling stool thing. Her legs are crossed and she's barefoot with her nose in some big-looking text book. She hears his shoes or something, then snaps her head up to look at him.
"Hello," she says, slipping her feet back into her shoes. He tries to smile, but he's having a difficult time trying to control his shit right now. God, her shirt is unbuttoned more than he's seen yet. "Are you ill? What can I do?"
He thinks he's the first person to come see her, and he likes knowing none of the other guys have come in and tried to get at her.
"I just feel really tired and stuff," he lies. What he feels is that he wants to push her skirt up over her hips and push her down onto that little cot. Instead he just sits down on it.
"Have you been eating properly?" she asks. She uses her feet to wheel her chair closer. "Proper diet and sleeping habits are vital to a healthy lifestyle, especially for teenaged boys."
He doesn't like her calling him a boy. "I eat plenty. Just tired."
"It's the first week of school," she points out. "Is anything stressing you out at home?"
"Naw. You mind if I just lay down here?" he asks. He's already on his back and she eyes him and then nods.
"I suppose, for a bit. I'll write a note to excuse you from class."
She goes back to her book and he watches the way she rubs at her leg with her hand, the way she pushes her hair back over her shoulder, the way she sips from her cup of tea.
He has a feeling his health is seriously going to be on the decline this year.
... ... ...
He goes to see her again when he's trying to avoid Allie Methot in English, 'cause he went down on her at the beginning of the summer and she fell in love with him or something and of course now they share a class.
"Nurse Berry?" he says, getting her attention. She's wearing earbuds, but she pulls them out and looks up at him. And yeah, he knows her name now 'cause he asked Schue. And by asked, he means he referred to her as 'the foxy nurse' and Schue corrected him on it.
"Hi. You again."
He almost smiles before remembering he's supposed to be sick. "I think it's the flu."
She raises her brow. "Really?"
"I dunno. You're the nurse," he says, shrugging his shoulder. He lays back on the cot and she sits down on her stool and wheels over to him. She presses the back of her hand to his forehead and his eyes are totally on her tits in that green sweater. She doesn't notice. "Am I gonna make it?"
She laughs and looks at him like he's pathetic. "I'm almost positive you'll survive, considering you have no fever whatsoever," she says.
He closes his eyes and feels her hand on his shoulder before she moves away and goes back to her desk.
"So where'd you come from?" he asks after a while.
"Here," she answers evenly. "I grew up in Lima. I went to medical school."
"Doesn't that take a million years or whatever?"
She laughs and looks over at him. "It takes several, yes," she explains. "My father is ill, so I'm studying from here this year and working to get experience before beginning my residency."
Yeah, he doesn't know about any of that, really. "Cool," he says. She looks back to whatever she's working on and he watches the way her hair falls in her face. "Hey, sorry about your dad, or whatever."
She gives him what might be the world's saddest smile, says, "Thank you, Noah," and he feels kind of weird about her knowing his first name but him not knowing hers.
Still, he just rests until the end of the period and she tells him to feel better.
... ... ...
He gets into a fight with Karofsky, which isn't all that surprising. What's surprising is that the dude fights back harder than usual and Puck ends up with what might be a broken hand or some shit, and Schuester is yelling at him, telling him to get to the nurse's office and he'll be dealt with later, whatever that means.
Where Puck comes from, stepping in and knocking out some dude who pushes a girl into a locker is a good thing. He and Santana may not have screwed since spring of junior year, but that doesn't mean he's gonna let her be pushed around.
Nurse Berry is on the phone when he walks in, but he must look like hell, because she hangs up right away. She rushes over to him and leads him to his cot (yeah, it's basically his) and sits down next to him.
"Noah," she gasps. She takes his face in her hand and tilts it to get a better look at his split lip and the shiner that's probably forming around his eye. "What happened?"
"Nothing," he mumbles. He's just going to get even more pissed off if he has to explain it again. She gives him a look, though, like she deserves an explanation. "Fight."
She picks up his hand, and his knuckle is split open and blood is trickling down his hand. "Goodness, Noah, this..."
"'M'fine." She scoffs and stands up, grabs a few packages of something and a couple ice packs from the little fridge in the room. "Doesn't even hurt." She puts the ice pack on his hand and presses down, then wraps something around it tightly, which hurts like a motherfucker. "Jesus!" he hisses, pulling his hand away. "That hurts, woman! God!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't get into fights, then you wouldn't have to see how I tend to hands in this condition," she says. He doesn't even think that shit makes sense, he's just happy she's not pissed at him for calling her woman. She dabs at his lip with some gauze and he watches her face, closer to his than it's ever been. "Tell me what happened."
"Nothing," he repeats. "Karofsky's a fucking dick, and he pushed Santana. She's a cold bitch, but she's a girl and he can't get away with that shit when I'm around."
She sighs and tosses the bloody gauze into a biohazard bin. That's kind of awesome, if he thinks about it. "I could have heard that without the swearing," she scolds. He rolls his eyes and she holds the second ice pack up to his face. His hand touches hers for a second when he reaches up to hold the ice there. "He pushed her?"
"Not the first time."
She looks pissed. He thinks it's fucking sexy. "Well, I don't condone violence, but I'm glad you were there to stick up for her," she says. Fuck yeah. "Which hurts most?"
"My fucking hand," he says. She looks at him, totally not impressed. "Sorry."
She pushes her chair so she's sitting right between his knees, and she dabs some gel of some kind onto the cut in his lip with a cotton bud. It starts to tingle, then goes numb and he fucking loves her for that shit. She pulls the ice away from his hand and he sees that he's still bleeding pretty badly. She stands up with her hand in his and starts walking away, so he gets up and follows her over to the sink. She rinses the blood away, brushing her thumbs over the cut gently. It'd be even sexier if she wasn't wearing rubber gloves. She dabs at it with some paper towels to dry it after, then raises it up so it's almost eye level.
"Well, you don't need stitches," she announces. He grunts and she lets go of his hand. She gestures for him to go back to his cot, so he does. "Stay here."
"Where are you going?" he asks as her heels click and she heads for the door, pitching her rubber gloves on the way.
"To get you out of this mess," she tells him, hand on hip.
Her ass looks fucking spectacular in those tight black pants, and he doesn't even remember the last time anyone at this school stuck up for him.
... ... ...
He winks at her in the hallway one morning just to see what she'll do.
She blushes so pink it matches her cardigan.
... ... ...
That flu is back (that's what he tells her) so he spends his math class on his back on his cot while she reads or whatever it is she always does.
"How old are you?" he asks out of nowhere.
"22."
"Yeah?" He looks at her and she's not even paying attention. "I'm a senior."
"I'm aware." She doesn't seem all that interested.
"18. Totally legal."
"Congratulations."
Well, that didn't go as planned.
... ... ...
He catches her singing one day. She's got her iPod on again and she's at her desk with her head down and she doesn't see him.
He doesn't know why he leaves and finds somewhere else to skip class.
... ... ...
There's an outbreak of mono and apparently the parents are all freaking out about it and blaming the school for kids making out like fucking maniacs, not the fact that these parents let their kids go to parties every weekend and do whatever the fuck they want.
So there's an assembly for each grade and Puck sits in the front row and tries to look up Nurse Berry's skirt as she stands on the stage and talks about the illness and how to avoid getting it.
"Good talk," he tells her later, after school when she's in the hall and he's on his way to glee.
"I'm glad you found it informative, Mr. Puckerman."
"Holy shit. Say that again," he says before he can stop himself.
"What?" she asks, turning to look at him. "Mr. Puckerman?"
She walks away laughing and he wonders if she has any idea how badly he wants to fuck her.
... ... ...
He pulls his hamstring in football practice one day and Beiste tells him to go to the locker room and she'll call Nurse Berry to go and work the muscle.
God.
When she finally shows up, he's laying on the massage table in just a pair of shorts. He's sore as hell and he wants her hands on as much of him as she's willing to touch.
"We can't keep meeting like this," she tells him. For a second he thinks she's flirting, but then he looks at her and her face is dead serious. "You need to be more careful or one of these days you'll be seriously injured."
He hates it when people talk to him like that, like you can really control any of this shit.
"Want me on my stomach?" he asks, ignoring her.
"No," she tells him. "This is fine." She puts something on her hands and rubs them together, then slides them up basically the entire length of his thigh. Yeah, there's no way he's not going to get hard from this, from the way her hands are moving slowly over him. "Is that okay?"
"Harder," he tells her. She complies and he groans. "Yeah. Good."
Fuck, how is she so good at that when her hands are so tiny?
She laughs and kneads his thigh. "They say size isn't everything." His eyes snap up to meet hers. "Yes, you said that out loud."
He smiles, closes his eyes and tips his head back. Her hands roam over the inside of his thigh and at some point she's going to see that he's totally sporting a semi in his workout shorts right now. She keeps working her hands and she's making his leg feel amazing. Well, not amazing, since he fucked up his hammy, but a lot better. He has to open his eyes, though, because keeping them closed just made him visualize all the other ways he'd like to have her, and what things she might say if he was the one doing the rub down.
"Turn over," she says. He looks at her. That isn't going to be comfortable. "Noah, I need to get at the back of your thigh."
He rolls away from her instead of towards her. Yeah, he'd like for his cock to be in her general vicinity, but he doesn't want to get slapped or reported for fucking harassment or whatever she's likely to do. It takes him a second to get himself into a position that doesn't hurt, and then he feels her hands creeping up the back of his shorts.
"Hey, you sure this is, like, allowed?" he asks, turning his head in her direction.
"I'm doing what I was asked. I actually took a sports medicine course and we were taught how to do these things."
"Yeah, but your hand's up my shorts," he says. He should probably start thinking before he says shit.
"I'm doing my job," she says seriously. "No more, no less."
So yeah, he stops talking about that because she seriously just sounded like she didn't want to be fucked with and he doesn't want to test that theory.
"You're really good at this," he says after a while. She slides her hand down the back of his thigh slowly before pulling it away completely.
"Practice is almost over. I should go," she tells him. He looks at her and nods. He really can't roll over right now or she'll be offended. "I hope you feel better."
"Yeah," he says.
She smiles and leaves, and honestly, he needs to bang her before this shit gets ridiculous. He doesn't do well with sexual tension. He sees it like a challenge, and he never could back down from those.
... ... ...
He stops himself from going to her office the next day, which is fine. He can keep his distance for a day or whatever and let her get all hot and needy thinking of him in nothing but those shorts and how his leg felt when she touched it. And you know, he's thinking she probably could see that he was hard as hell and just didn't want to say anything about it. How could she not notice?
He gives it a couple days. He thinks about her fucking constantly, and even when one of the hottest Cheerios comes up to him in the hall and tells him she'll blow him in the parking lot after classes let out, he turns her down. He never turns down head, ever.
This chick is making him insane and he doesn't even know her first name.
He sneaks into the office during lunch when Dora, the crazy receptionist, goes to the caf for her daily dose of coleslaw (fucking disgusting). He cracks into the file cabinet personnel files are kept. It's way too easy, really, and all he has is a bobby pin and a strong arm.
Rachel. Her name is Rachel and she went to fucking Princeton. She's got ridiculous shit in there, like a bunch of extra curricular stuff. She used to be in glee. He does the math and realizes she graduated the year before he started. Schue must have been at the school then, too, teaching Spanish like kids actually care about learning Spanish.
He panics momentarily when he thinks about Schue being single now and Rachel being the hot former student who comes back and...No. Schue wouldn't do it, right?
Puck doesn't really care either way. It's not his fault if women are attached, so he generally doesn't ask questions or stop shit if it gets started and there are rings involved or whatever the fuck.
Rachel's not married.
He's going to have to try hard to keep calling her Nurse Berry now that he knows her real name.
... ... ...
She's wearing that skirt he loves the next time he skips class and goes to see her.
And she says, "What is it today, Noah?" like she's amused and he's totally busted.
But he just sits down on his cot and smiles at her. "Pretty sure it's my kidney."
"Your kidney," she says laughingly.
"Yup. Hurts. I better lay down." She smiles and nods, but he doesn't lay down. And maybe it's the way she looks, but he's totally compelled to ask, "Do you think I'm hot?"
She raises her brow. "Probably not. I can get the thermometer if it'd put your mind at ease, though."
He laughs a little and shakes his head, leans back on his palms. "No. Like, do you think I'm hot?" She stares at him. "Sexy."
"That's inappropriate."
He shrugs. "'S'just a question." She blinks at him and gives him a look that clearly means she thinks he's stupid. "I think you're sexy as hell."
She gasps. "Noah, stop." He rolls his eyes. "This conversation is completely..."
"Yeah, inappropriate. Whatever. Doesn't mean you can't answer the question."
"I will not," she insists. She's blushing a little, though, and he thinks that's a good sign. "And please don't comment on my looks again, or I'll be forced to..."
"What?" he laughs. "C'mon. I'm totally your favourite patient."
"You're my only patient!" she argues. "Noah, you're a nice, albeit completely reckless, boy, but..."
"Fuck that," he groans, sitting up straight again. "I'm not a boy."
"You're a student at this school," she says seriously, giving him a sexy as hell 'authoritative' look. "And you will not speak to me like that."
"Sorry," he says. "Sorry."
She narrows her eyes at him and shifts in her seat. "Is that why you spend so much time in here?" she asks, like she's just cluing in. For someone so smart, that took her a long time. He grins and shrugs again. "I can't believe you."
"Are you kidding me? Look at you! I'm surprised there's not a wait list for this place."
"Noah," she hisses.
"Look," he says, standing and walking over to her desk, "I'm just saying you're so hot it makes me crazy. That's all." She stands up and crosses her arms like she's trying to intimidate him or something. Maybe if he wasn't twice her size, that'd work. "Not trying to make you uncomfortable and stuff."
"Well, you are. I can't...You need to leave."
"Just answer the question."
She takes a second to remember what he asked, then looks him dead in the eye and says, "No."
He doesn't believe her one fucking bit. He closes the space between them and slips his hand into her hair, lowers his lips onto hers before she can stop him. She puts her palm on his chest and pushes, but he sets his on her hip and keeps her square to him. Fuck, her lips are amazing. They're all full and perfect and they aren't coated with all that fruity lip gloss stuff high school girls put on. It takes her a second, but she moves her lips with his, and he moans and pulls her closer when he knows she's going to let him. Fuck, she's good at this, just like he imagined. She whimpers when he runs his tongue along the seam of her lips, then she lets him slip it into her mouth and this is seriously the best kiss he's ever been part of. And that's saying something.
She finally pushes him away, then gasps and covers her mouth as she stares up at him.
"Leave," she says quietly, rubbing at her lips. He takes a step back, sighs and figures he better do what she asks. As he's heading for the door, he hears her call his name a little frantically. He turns to look at her. "Of course I do."
So she thinks he's hot and she kissed the hell out of him.
Telling him to leave is kind of a mixed signal.
... ... ...
He doesn't see her for a couple days and he's kind of pissed about it. He skips off chem but she's not in her office, so he spends a half hour laying on his cot and thinking about where the hell she is if she's not around. What the hell?
Then she's walking down the hall in a pair of dark jeans tucked into black boots, and all he wants is to fucking grab her and not let her pretend nothing ever happened.
And maybe tell her those boots are fucking hot and he can think of about a million things he wants to do to her while she's wearing just those.
She locks eyes with him and bites her bottom lip.
Yeah, she's totally getting a visit later.
When he walks in, she's packing a few things into a box. That's not good.
"What the hell?" he asks, pushing the door closed behind him.
"I'm leaving."
"Leaving, leaving?" She laughs and looks up at him. "Like, leaving town?"
She shakes her head and moves from behind the desk so she's standing a few feet in front of him. "I got a job at the hospital," she explains.
"Oh."
"I applied before..." Her voice trails and her cheeks flush. "I interviewed last week and they called me yesterday." He nods and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "Noah, you shouldn't have kissed me the other day."
"You kissed me back," he points out, because it feels really important.
"I shouldn't have."
"Bullshit."
"What did you hope to accomplish?" She laughs quietly and looks at him. "Nothing can happen."
He grins and steps forward, sets his hand on her hip. "Can now."
"You're a child," she says, and he'd be pissed if she wasn't smiling at him. "You're a high school student."
"Only for a few more months," he points out. "And whatever. We can just...I mean, god."
"What?" she laughs. She steps closer and looks up at him from under her lashes. "What can we do?"
"Rachel," he says gruffly. It's the first time he's ever called her by her first name, and if the breath she lets out is any indication, she likes it. "I wanna fuck you so bad."
She laughs again and tries to step back, but his hands hold her in place. "I'd rather if you didn't do it badly," she tells him.
She just made grammar or whatever totally fucking hot.
"Let me," he says, pressing his forehead against hers. He licks his lips and pushes his nose against hers. "Please."
"This is so wrong," she breathes out.
"Doesn't feel like it." She shakes her head, then leans up and kisses him, and honestly, he's a little bit fucking crazy about her, okay?
She writes down her number and presses it into his hand as she looks up at him, licking her lips.
He offers to carry the box of shit to her car, and she's totally making fun of him when she says, "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
He kinda digs it.
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: Puck's mouth.
Character: Puck/Rachel
Summary: Fictable prompt #23 - Hands. AU: McKinley High has a new school nurse. Puck likes older women.
Word Count: 4,600
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: For this prompt at the drabble meme.
He loves older women. He loves the way they smile when he gives them attention, and how they never ask too much of him. He loves how they feel and the way they taste and that they know what they're doing and they're not shy about their bodies or sex and how much they want it. He loves that he can do whatever the fuck he wants to them, usually without asking permission, just because they like to feel like they're 'teaching' him or whatever. He knows what he's doing, obviously, but sometimes he fakes that to make them feel better about the whole thing.
It's been a few years since he started banging older women, and the average cougar isn't doing it for him anymore. He switched it up this past summer when he decided he needed more of a challenge, and started pursuing young single moms. It's more of a chase 'cause of the kid thing, and he digs knowing it's not a sure thing. He's got sure things. He wants something different.
The entire first week of school, he sees this chick walking around and finally learns she's the school nurse.
Jesus Christ.
She can't be more than, like, 21. She's got these legs on her that, fuck, he wants so bad. He could do shit with those legs. Immediately, he pictures fucking her up against a wall with her little high heeled shoes digging into his ass as she pants into his ear. Her body is insane, and she's wearing this white coat he wants to get her out of. She's talking to Schue one morning and she laughs, and Puck notices her smile and how big and brown her eyes are. He wants to fist his hands in her hair and...
He needs to know more.
He goes to his first two math classes just to suck up to Ms. Taylor so she'll cut him slack for skipping. He knows she will because she did it for his geometry class last year. It's cool. All he has to do is throw a few compliments her way and show up once every couple weeks and she's passing him without him doing anything. Guess she's desperate for attention or something, because he's never even had to break out his best shit with her.
He walks into the nurse's office and sees her sitting there at her desk on this rolling stool thing. Her legs are crossed and she's barefoot with her nose in some big-looking text book. She hears his shoes or something, then snaps her head up to look at him.
"Hello," she says, slipping her feet back into her shoes. He tries to smile, but he's having a difficult time trying to control his shit right now. God, her shirt is unbuttoned more than he's seen yet. "Are you ill? What can I do?"
He thinks he's the first person to come see her, and he likes knowing none of the other guys have come in and tried to get at her.
"I just feel really tired and stuff," he lies. What he feels is that he wants to push her skirt up over her hips and push her down onto that little cot. Instead he just sits down on it.
"Have you been eating properly?" she asks. She uses her feet to wheel her chair closer. "Proper diet and sleeping habits are vital to a healthy lifestyle, especially for teenaged boys."
He doesn't like her calling him a boy. "I eat plenty. Just tired."
"It's the first week of school," she points out. "Is anything stressing you out at home?"
"Naw. You mind if I just lay down here?" he asks. He's already on his back and she eyes him and then nods.
"I suppose, for a bit. I'll write a note to excuse you from class."
She goes back to her book and he watches the way she rubs at her leg with her hand, the way she pushes her hair back over her shoulder, the way she sips from her cup of tea.
He has a feeling his health is seriously going to be on the decline this year.
... ... ...
He goes to see her again when he's trying to avoid Allie Methot in English, 'cause he went down on her at the beginning of the summer and she fell in love with him or something and of course now they share a class.
"Nurse Berry?" he says, getting her attention. She's wearing earbuds, but she pulls them out and looks up at him. And yeah, he knows her name now 'cause he asked Schue. And by asked, he means he referred to her as 'the foxy nurse' and Schue corrected him on it.
"Hi. You again."
He almost smiles before remembering he's supposed to be sick. "I think it's the flu."
She raises her brow. "Really?"
"I dunno. You're the nurse," he says, shrugging his shoulder. He lays back on the cot and she sits down on her stool and wheels over to him. She presses the back of her hand to his forehead and his eyes are totally on her tits in that green sweater. She doesn't notice. "Am I gonna make it?"
She laughs and looks at him like he's pathetic. "I'm almost positive you'll survive, considering you have no fever whatsoever," she says.
He closes his eyes and feels her hand on his shoulder before she moves away and goes back to her desk.
"So where'd you come from?" he asks after a while.
"Here," she answers evenly. "I grew up in Lima. I went to medical school."
"Doesn't that take a million years or whatever?"
She laughs and looks over at him. "It takes several, yes," she explains. "My father is ill, so I'm studying from here this year and working to get experience before beginning my residency."
Yeah, he doesn't know about any of that, really. "Cool," he says. She looks back to whatever she's working on and he watches the way her hair falls in her face. "Hey, sorry about your dad, or whatever."
She gives him what might be the world's saddest smile, says, "Thank you, Noah," and he feels kind of weird about her knowing his first name but him not knowing hers.
Still, he just rests until the end of the period and she tells him to feel better.
... ... ...
He gets into a fight with Karofsky, which isn't all that surprising. What's surprising is that the dude fights back harder than usual and Puck ends up with what might be a broken hand or some shit, and Schuester is yelling at him, telling him to get to the nurse's office and he'll be dealt with later, whatever that means.
Where Puck comes from, stepping in and knocking out some dude who pushes a girl into a locker is a good thing. He and Santana may not have screwed since spring of junior year, but that doesn't mean he's gonna let her be pushed around.
Nurse Berry is on the phone when he walks in, but he must look like hell, because she hangs up right away. She rushes over to him and leads him to his cot (yeah, it's basically his) and sits down next to him.
"Noah," she gasps. She takes his face in her hand and tilts it to get a better look at his split lip and the shiner that's probably forming around his eye. "What happened?"
"Nothing," he mumbles. He's just going to get even more pissed off if he has to explain it again. She gives him a look, though, like she deserves an explanation. "Fight."
She picks up his hand, and his knuckle is split open and blood is trickling down his hand. "Goodness, Noah, this..."
"'M'fine." She scoffs and stands up, grabs a few packages of something and a couple ice packs from the little fridge in the room. "Doesn't even hurt." She puts the ice pack on his hand and presses down, then wraps something around it tightly, which hurts like a motherfucker. "Jesus!" he hisses, pulling his hand away. "That hurts, woman! God!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't get into fights, then you wouldn't have to see how I tend to hands in this condition," she says. He doesn't even think that shit makes sense, he's just happy she's not pissed at him for calling her woman. She dabs at his lip with some gauze and he watches her face, closer to his than it's ever been. "Tell me what happened."
"Nothing," he repeats. "Karofsky's a fucking dick, and he pushed Santana. She's a cold bitch, but she's a girl and he can't get away with that shit when I'm around."
She sighs and tosses the bloody gauze into a biohazard bin. That's kind of awesome, if he thinks about it. "I could have heard that without the swearing," she scolds. He rolls his eyes and she holds the second ice pack up to his face. His hand touches hers for a second when he reaches up to hold the ice there. "He pushed her?"
"Not the first time."
She looks pissed. He thinks it's fucking sexy. "Well, I don't condone violence, but I'm glad you were there to stick up for her," she says. Fuck yeah. "Which hurts most?"
"My fucking hand," he says. She looks at him, totally not impressed. "Sorry."
She pushes her chair so she's sitting right between his knees, and she dabs some gel of some kind onto the cut in his lip with a cotton bud. It starts to tingle, then goes numb and he fucking loves her for that shit. She pulls the ice away from his hand and he sees that he's still bleeding pretty badly. She stands up with her hand in his and starts walking away, so he gets up and follows her over to the sink. She rinses the blood away, brushing her thumbs over the cut gently. It'd be even sexier if she wasn't wearing rubber gloves. She dabs at it with some paper towels to dry it after, then raises it up so it's almost eye level.
"Well, you don't need stitches," she announces. He grunts and she lets go of his hand. She gestures for him to go back to his cot, so he does. "Stay here."
"Where are you going?" he asks as her heels click and she heads for the door, pitching her rubber gloves on the way.
"To get you out of this mess," she tells him, hand on hip.
Her ass looks fucking spectacular in those tight black pants, and he doesn't even remember the last time anyone at this school stuck up for him.
... ... ...
He winks at her in the hallway one morning just to see what she'll do.
She blushes so pink it matches her cardigan.
... ... ...
That flu is back (that's what he tells her) so he spends his math class on his back on his cot while she reads or whatever it is she always does.
"How old are you?" he asks out of nowhere.
"22."
"Yeah?" He looks at her and she's not even paying attention. "I'm a senior."
"I'm aware." She doesn't seem all that interested.
"18. Totally legal."
"Congratulations."
Well, that didn't go as planned.
... ... ...
He catches her singing one day. She's got her iPod on again and she's at her desk with her head down and she doesn't see him.
He doesn't know why he leaves and finds somewhere else to skip class.
... ... ...
There's an outbreak of mono and apparently the parents are all freaking out about it and blaming the school for kids making out like fucking maniacs, not the fact that these parents let their kids go to parties every weekend and do whatever the fuck they want.
So there's an assembly for each grade and Puck sits in the front row and tries to look up Nurse Berry's skirt as she stands on the stage and talks about the illness and how to avoid getting it.
"Good talk," he tells her later, after school when she's in the hall and he's on his way to glee.
"I'm glad you found it informative, Mr. Puckerman."
"Holy shit. Say that again," he says before he can stop himself.
"What?" she asks, turning to look at him. "Mr. Puckerman?"
She walks away laughing and he wonders if she has any idea how badly he wants to fuck her.
... ... ...
He pulls his hamstring in football practice one day and Beiste tells him to go to the locker room and she'll call Nurse Berry to go and work the muscle.
God.
When she finally shows up, he's laying on the massage table in just a pair of shorts. He's sore as hell and he wants her hands on as much of him as she's willing to touch.
"We can't keep meeting like this," she tells him. For a second he thinks she's flirting, but then he looks at her and her face is dead serious. "You need to be more careful or one of these days you'll be seriously injured."
He hates it when people talk to him like that, like you can really control any of this shit.
"Want me on my stomach?" he asks, ignoring her.
"No," she tells him. "This is fine." She puts something on her hands and rubs them together, then slides them up basically the entire length of his thigh. Yeah, there's no way he's not going to get hard from this, from the way her hands are moving slowly over him. "Is that okay?"
"Harder," he tells her. She complies and he groans. "Yeah. Good."
Fuck, how is she so good at that when her hands are so tiny?
She laughs and kneads his thigh. "They say size isn't everything." His eyes snap up to meet hers. "Yes, you said that out loud."
He smiles, closes his eyes and tips his head back. Her hands roam over the inside of his thigh and at some point she's going to see that he's totally sporting a semi in his workout shorts right now. She keeps working her hands and she's making his leg feel amazing. Well, not amazing, since he fucked up his hammy, but a lot better. He has to open his eyes, though, because keeping them closed just made him visualize all the other ways he'd like to have her, and what things she might say if he was the one doing the rub down.
"Turn over," she says. He looks at her. That isn't going to be comfortable. "Noah, I need to get at the back of your thigh."
He rolls away from her instead of towards her. Yeah, he'd like for his cock to be in her general vicinity, but he doesn't want to get slapped or reported for fucking harassment or whatever she's likely to do. It takes him a second to get himself into a position that doesn't hurt, and then he feels her hands creeping up the back of his shorts.
"Hey, you sure this is, like, allowed?" he asks, turning his head in her direction.
"I'm doing what I was asked. I actually took a sports medicine course and we were taught how to do these things."
"Yeah, but your hand's up my shorts," he says. He should probably start thinking before he says shit.
"I'm doing my job," she says seriously. "No more, no less."
So yeah, he stops talking about that because she seriously just sounded like she didn't want to be fucked with and he doesn't want to test that theory.
"You're really good at this," he says after a while. She slides her hand down the back of his thigh slowly before pulling it away completely.
"Practice is almost over. I should go," she tells him. He looks at her and nods. He really can't roll over right now or she'll be offended. "I hope you feel better."
"Yeah," he says.
She smiles and leaves, and honestly, he needs to bang her before this shit gets ridiculous. He doesn't do well with sexual tension. He sees it like a challenge, and he never could back down from those.
... ... ...
He stops himself from going to her office the next day, which is fine. He can keep his distance for a day or whatever and let her get all hot and needy thinking of him in nothing but those shorts and how his leg felt when she touched it. And you know, he's thinking she probably could see that he was hard as hell and just didn't want to say anything about it. How could she not notice?
He gives it a couple days. He thinks about her fucking constantly, and even when one of the hottest Cheerios comes up to him in the hall and tells him she'll blow him in the parking lot after classes let out, he turns her down. He never turns down head, ever.
This chick is making him insane and he doesn't even know her first name.
He sneaks into the office during lunch when Dora, the crazy receptionist, goes to the caf for her daily dose of coleslaw (fucking disgusting). He cracks into the file cabinet personnel files are kept. It's way too easy, really, and all he has is a bobby pin and a strong arm.
Rachel. Her name is Rachel and she went to fucking Princeton. She's got ridiculous shit in there, like a bunch of extra curricular stuff. She used to be in glee. He does the math and realizes she graduated the year before he started. Schue must have been at the school then, too, teaching Spanish like kids actually care about learning Spanish.
He panics momentarily when he thinks about Schue being single now and Rachel being the hot former student who comes back and...No. Schue wouldn't do it, right?
Puck doesn't really care either way. It's not his fault if women are attached, so he generally doesn't ask questions or stop shit if it gets started and there are rings involved or whatever the fuck.
Rachel's not married.
He's going to have to try hard to keep calling her Nurse Berry now that he knows her real name.
... ... ...
She's wearing that skirt he loves the next time he skips class and goes to see her.
And she says, "What is it today, Noah?" like she's amused and he's totally busted.
But he just sits down on his cot and smiles at her. "Pretty sure it's my kidney."
"Your kidney," she says laughingly.
"Yup. Hurts. I better lay down." She smiles and nods, but he doesn't lay down. And maybe it's the way she looks, but he's totally compelled to ask, "Do you think I'm hot?"
She raises her brow. "Probably not. I can get the thermometer if it'd put your mind at ease, though."
He laughs a little and shakes his head, leans back on his palms. "No. Like, do you think I'm hot?" She stares at him. "Sexy."
"That's inappropriate."
He shrugs. "'S'just a question." She blinks at him and gives him a look that clearly means she thinks he's stupid. "I think you're sexy as hell."
She gasps. "Noah, stop." He rolls his eyes. "This conversation is completely..."
"Yeah, inappropriate. Whatever. Doesn't mean you can't answer the question."
"I will not," she insists. She's blushing a little, though, and he thinks that's a good sign. "And please don't comment on my looks again, or I'll be forced to..."
"What?" he laughs. "C'mon. I'm totally your favourite patient."
"You're my only patient!" she argues. "Noah, you're a nice, albeit completely reckless, boy, but..."
"Fuck that," he groans, sitting up straight again. "I'm not a boy."
"You're a student at this school," she says seriously, giving him a sexy as hell 'authoritative' look. "And you will not speak to me like that."
"Sorry," he says. "Sorry."
She narrows her eyes at him and shifts in her seat. "Is that why you spend so much time in here?" she asks, like she's just cluing in. For someone so smart, that took her a long time. He grins and shrugs again. "I can't believe you."
"Are you kidding me? Look at you! I'm surprised there's not a wait list for this place."
"Noah," she hisses.
"Look," he says, standing and walking over to her desk, "I'm just saying you're so hot it makes me crazy. That's all." She stands up and crosses her arms like she's trying to intimidate him or something. Maybe if he wasn't twice her size, that'd work. "Not trying to make you uncomfortable and stuff."
"Well, you are. I can't...You need to leave."
"Just answer the question."
She takes a second to remember what he asked, then looks him dead in the eye and says, "No."
He doesn't believe her one fucking bit. He closes the space between them and slips his hand into her hair, lowers his lips onto hers before she can stop him. She puts her palm on his chest and pushes, but he sets his on her hip and keeps her square to him. Fuck, her lips are amazing. They're all full and perfect and they aren't coated with all that fruity lip gloss stuff high school girls put on. It takes her a second, but she moves her lips with his, and he moans and pulls her closer when he knows she's going to let him. Fuck, she's good at this, just like he imagined. She whimpers when he runs his tongue along the seam of her lips, then she lets him slip it into her mouth and this is seriously the best kiss he's ever been part of. And that's saying something.
She finally pushes him away, then gasps and covers her mouth as she stares up at him.
"Leave," she says quietly, rubbing at her lips. He takes a step back, sighs and figures he better do what she asks. As he's heading for the door, he hears her call his name a little frantically. He turns to look at her. "Of course I do."
So she thinks he's hot and she kissed the hell out of him.
Telling him to leave is kind of a mixed signal.
... ... ...
He doesn't see her for a couple days and he's kind of pissed about it. He skips off chem but she's not in her office, so he spends a half hour laying on his cot and thinking about where the hell she is if she's not around. What the hell?
Then she's walking down the hall in a pair of dark jeans tucked into black boots, and all he wants is to fucking grab her and not let her pretend nothing ever happened.
And maybe tell her those boots are fucking hot and he can think of about a million things he wants to do to her while she's wearing just those.
She locks eyes with him and bites her bottom lip.
Yeah, she's totally getting a visit later.
When he walks in, she's packing a few things into a box. That's not good.
"What the hell?" he asks, pushing the door closed behind him.
"I'm leaving."
"Leaving, leaving?" She laughs and looks up at him. "Like, leaving town?"
She shakes her head and moves from behind the desk so she's standing a few feet in front of him. "I got a job at the hospital," she explains.
"Oh."
"I applied before..." Her voice trails and her cheeks flush. "I interviewed last week and they called me yesterday." He nods and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "Noah, you shouldn't have kissed me the other day."
"You kissed me back," he points out, because it feels really important.
"I shouldn't have."
"Bullshit."
"What did you hope to accomplish?" She laughs quietly and looks at him. "Nothing can happen."
He grins and steps forward, sets his hand on her hip. "Can now."
"You're a child," she says, and he'd be pissed if she wasn't smiling at him. "You're a high school student."
"Only for a few more months," he points out. "And whatever. We can just...I mean, god."
"What?" she laughs. She steps closer and looks up at him from under her lashes. "What can we do?"
"Rachel," he says gruffly. It's the first time he's ever called her by her first name, and if the breath she lets out is any indication, she likes it. "I wanna fuck you so bad."
She laughs again and tries to step back, but his hands hold her in place. "I'd rather if you didn't do it badly," she tells him.
She just made grammar or whatever totally fucking hot.
"Let me," he says, pressing his forehead against hers. He licks his lips and pushes his nose against hers. "Please."
"This is so wrong," she breathes out.
"Doesn't feel like it." She shakes her head, then leans up and kisses him, and honestly, he's a little bit fucking crazy about her, okay?
She writes down her number and presses it into his hand as she looks up at him, licking her lips.
He offers to carry the box of shit to her car, and she's totally making fun of him when she says, "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
He kinda digs it.