Glee and it's characters are not mine.

I decided to finally write a lighter fic, so I hope you all enjoy my first Puckleberry story. Read and review, I appreciate it!

"What's it say?," Puck shouted through the door. Rachel had been in there for five minutes now, making him wonder what the hell she was doing.

"Stop barking at me!," she called back, "You're making me nervous!"

"Jesus Rachel just open up and let me in!"

"I'm not going to let you watch me use the restroom Noah, that's awkward!" Puck sighed, running his hands down his face.

"Nothing I haven't seen before!" He heard her grumble and he laughed, knowing that deep down she wasn't even the slightest bit mad. He waited another minute than finally she threw the door open.

"About damn time!," he exclaimed walking in, "What's it say?"

"We have to wait Noah, it isn't like an eight ball." Puck rolled his eyes, throwing a cotton swab at her and sitting down on the edge of the tub.

"I feel it this time," he said excitedly, "I think this is finally it." Rachel turned to her husband and smiled, watching him anxiously tap his foot and pat his knee. He looked like a small child waiting for Santa the night before Christmas, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"What?," he muttered when he noticed her giggling.

"Nothing, never mind.," she replied, hopping up on the counter by the sink.

"How much longer?," he asked impatiently. Rachel glanced down at her watch then back to him.

"Three more minutes ok? Do you think you can hold on till then?"

"Yeah yeah," he said casually. He continued tapping his foot and fidgeting around, annoying Rachel with the noise of his heavy boot against the tile.

"Honey, I love you, but if you make that noise again I'll shove that shoe someplace where it wont ever tap again, ok?"

"I love when you get rough with me," he smirked as he slid down the edge of the tub towards her, "we do have time to spare."

"Oh Noah, you and I know you don't need a whole two minutes.," she joked sarcastically. In an instant he was up, wrapping one arm around his wife's waist while the other began tickling her all over.

"Noah, stop!," she laughed, trying her best to fend him away.

"Nope, not until you apologize.," he growled in her ear, sliding his hands from her neck to her stomach.

"Noah, seriously!," she squealed, tears forming from laughing so hard, "I can't even breathe!" He had just slid his hand under her leg when the buzzer on the timer rang loudly. They both jumped, caught off guard by the loud ringing. Puck grabbed the timer and turned it off while Rachel pulled the pregnancy test off of the clothes hamper. They exchanged a look of fear and excitement as she flipped it over.

"Ok," she whispered growing scared, "here goes."