A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, so please be kind! Also, my only beta (is that what you call them?) is spell-check. I hope you like it reviews would be fantastic!
I'm Yours
Rachel watched silently from her bed as Noah paced back and fourth. He had been doing so for the past half hour and she really wasn't sure what to do, she couldn't even get him to stop with the promise of letting him get to second base. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, "Did I do something wrong?" she asked suddenly, "I fully understand if my personality has rubbed you the wrong way, I—"
"Shit, baby, it's not you I just" he paused, running his hand over his 'hawk. "I fucking love you, we've been together for like, a year and a half."
When he said nothing more Rachel spoke again. "While I find your language incredibly offensive I am glad that I am not part of the problem you currently have, I would like to help you in any way I can."
Fuck this, he thought as he looked Rachel in the eyes, blowing out a breathe he hadn't known he was holding and then before Rachel even knew what was happening he was on one knee, pulling a small black box from his pocket. "I know we're fucking young, I get it. And yeah, we've only been dating for a year and a half, but I want to spend like 50 more years with you, or as long as you'll fucking put up with me." He smirked, "And I know you, in your head your like 'What about New York or the daddies Berry?' but you know what?" he questioned, "I got my acceptance letter to NYU yesterday, and daddies Berry fuckin' jumped for joy when I asked their permission so how 'bout it babe? Want to become Mrs. Puckerman?" He opened the box then, showing off the thin engagement band, it wasn't much, but he had spent almost all of his pool cleaning money from the last 3 years.
He could tell before she opened her mouth that she was hesitant. He kind of understood but in the back of his mind he still feared he would get shot down. "Noah I—"
"I'm yours Berry," he spoke softly, "marry me?"
"I was going to say I'd be honored." She said back, moisture starting to pool in her eyes.
"So wait, that's a yes?" he questioned from his spot on the floor, the biggest grin she'd ever seen covering his face.
"Yes it's a yes!" she said back, holding out the ring for him to place on her hand which he quickly did, placing a kiss on the center of it before standing up.
"We're getting married." She said softly as she stared at her hand.
"Hell yeah we are babe. The Puckermans are gonna be bad ass." He grinned, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.
"I love you, Rach." He said into her hair.
"I love you to Noah." She replied as her lids closed, a few happy tears falling from them as visions of her life with Noah Puckerman dancing before her eyes.