Puck walked up to the music room early, of course, and stopped at the closed door of the music room. He could see Finn inside with Rachel. Why the hell had Finn gone early to rehearsal today? Inside Rachel was sitting on the piano bench, and Finn was leering over her with that goofy grin on his face. Why did he look so happy? Puck wanted to wipe that look right off his face. Finn sat down on the other side of the piano bench and started talking, it looked like he was using his 'Finn's stupid is cute' charm. Goddamn him for getting in the way! Rachel turned to face Finn more so Puck could actually see her face, she looked kind of out of place, and uncomfortable with the situation. He took that as a good sign, and silently smirked to himself.

She wasn't really looking at Finn either while his mouth moved. She kept staring over to the left... Puck averted his glaze to see what was so interesting about the wall... the clock? Why was she staring at the clock? He realized that, duh, she was waiting for him! They always meet at the same time, and he was already 3 minutes late after watching them through the window. Wow, that sounds creepy, he's like a Peeping Puck or something.
With the very sudden ego boost [not that he needed one] he got out of seeing Rachel squirm to get away from Finn, and knowing she was waiting for him, he stood up straight and walked into the room. Both Finn and Rachel turned to Puck. Finn smiled up at him, and Rachel looked relieved. He was going to have to remind himself to thank her later for choosing him.

"This is the first time I've seen you here early for rehearsal, Puck!" Finn spoke up. How they hell would he know? He normally always walked in at least 5 minutes late with a pregnant Quinn on his arm.

"How would you know? I've never seen you early for rehearsal either..."

"That's actually true, Finn. I like to keep myself on a timely schedule," when she emphasized the last part she averted a glare to Puck for a second. Apparently she was a little upset he was late. He winked at her, because that was totally hot, and now he was sure he was going to make it up to her later.

"and I have never been late to anything. Especially for glee rehearsal because my schedule always has me here half an hour early. I haven't seen you come in early for at least 3 months, if not... ever."

"Oh,..." Finn looked down, half confused, and half ... okay no, he was just confused.

"Well, I should go see if Quinn is done in the bathroom yet. I hate the sound of puking, it makes me want to puke too, you know?" Finn looked at the other two as he stood from the piano, waiting for their answers. They both had the look of disgust on their faces, and that kind of answered his question.

"I'll see you soon, guys" Finn left with a wave, and they waved back.

As soon as Puck heard the door click shut behind him, he walked up to Rachel and sat in the spot that Finn was just occupying. He took a little pride knowing that her face was now relaxed and she had a small smile on her lips, matching his own. But he would never admit that.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Yeah, thanks for that"

"I thought you like... liked him or something."

"I did. or, I mean, I do... I don't know anymore, feelings are so complicated sometimes, you know?" she turned to look him in the eyes, and they were sparkling. It was like it was all a little too much for him to handle. Because, yeah, he did know, but it felt so overwhelming

So he turned his head away from hers and faced the clock she had been glancing at earlier, and then he did something he had never really done before with her. He laid his hand over hers and squeezed. She squeezed back but he still didn't look over at her.
He felt her warm hand leave his grasp, and when he looked down at his down cold hand he felt her slid onto his lap and start kissing up his neck, along his jaw and then his lips. He slipped his fingers through her hair, and pulled her farther into the kiss until she gasped, giving him entrance her to mouth.
He had his hands all over her, and she didn't protest where they happened to land, so he let them roam pretty much everywhere.
Right now he had one tangled in her hair, pulling her head closer, and the other was laying on her thigh. His fingers tips were laying right under where the edge of her skirt had crept up. He was like teasing her and himself, you have no idea how much restraint it was taking on his part not to reach up her skirt and tug those panties off. He tested the waters, slowly slipping his hand up her thigh, trying to keep distracting her with his mouth. He got up to his knuckles under her skirt when she broke apart for air. She pulled back, a bit out of breath. Her hair was messed up from him running his fingers through it, and her lips were swollen and red. He smirked at his accomplishment and leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips after he removed his hand from her leg, wrapped it behind her back.

"Thank you, Rachel Berry."

"For what?"

Instead of replying he leaned in and gave her another quick kiss before slowly removing her from his lap. He could tell she was about to protest when he spoke up,

"Anyone could walk in any minute, rehearsal starts in 7 minutes."

"Oh.." She fixed her hair by running to fingers through it, and she smoothed out her skirt going to sit next to her backpack in the back row.

As Brittany, Mike, Kurt, and Artie came through the door Puck sat down next to Rachel like it was no big deal and Rachel looked at him oddly like he had never done it before.
No one else even paid attention to them as Puck winked at her. She playfully hit his arm, but the movement was so light he reached over and grabbed her hand in his before she could pull it away. She looked right at him for a second before she pulled her hand out of his grasp and turned her attention away from him. But a couple minutes later, Rachel had just left her arm dangling to the side of the chair. Puck stared at her hand for a second before brushing his fingers down her wrist and sliding his hand into hers, intertwining their fingers.
He glanced over at her and she was smiling as she stared down looking over her sheet music, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Rachel was mentally singing the happiest song in the world. Her hand was interlaced with Noah's, and she was in heaven.
She wasn't even paying attention to the notes on the sheet music she was pretending to read over. It was taking a lot of restraint on her part not to look over at him because she might just crawl back into his lap and finish what they had started.

So what do you guys think? Should I end it there or keep going? If I keep going what do you want to see happen?
I could go either way, this was how I originally intended to end it and I'm okay with that seeing as I don't know which direction I would take it after this. But it has been a really fun story to write. :]

Well if it is the end, then thank you so much for reading! I appreciate all of the reviews like crazy!