Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me.

A/N: This was written in response to a challenge over at a site called The Rooftop, using a text from Texts From Last Night as a prompt for a drabble/ficlet. Future!fic that takes place senior year.

Rachel paced back and forth in her room, only stopping to take an occasional glance at her cell phone. To her complete chagrin, however, it didn't ring, no matter how much she willed it to.

Obviously, Noah was still quite angry with her.

With a sigh, she sat down on her bed. She had only left his house a few hours ago, but she thought that he certainly would've forgiven her by now. It wasn't as if it was her fault – well, not really (if all the mitigating factors were taken into account, as they should've been).

Because, yes, perhaps she had gone a tad overboard with her 'decorations'. But when he had told her that his mother was working a double shift and his sister was sleeping over a friend's house, she couldn't help but seize the opportunity to create a romantic evening for the two of them.

And yes, he had once told her that while he would give her candles and rose petals if she so desired it (which she did on occasion, of course), he had also explicitly stated that it would never happen in his room.

At the time, she had thought he was objecting to the way the fragrant smells might compromise his room's masculinity (yes, 'masculinity', because despite dating Noah for quite some time now, she absolutely refused to acknowledge 'badassness' as a real word).

Now, however, she thought that maybe, just maybe, he had other concerns as well…

But really, how was she supposed to know that he would react quite so… vigorously when he saw the new little outfit she had picked up from Victoria's Secret? Or that the number of candles that could reside in his somewhat cluttered room was (unreasonably) small? And she certainly had no control over the fact that his mother's overtime fell through.

Rachel sighed again. She didn't know why he just couldn't understand all this. And yet she had already sent him several texts explaining her actions, to no avail.

And then it came to her. Instead of dwelling on the negative, she should have been concentrating on the positive.

She grabbed her phone and quickly sent off another text.

Because really, this whole 'incident' (as she would refuse to refer to it as anything else from this point forward) was actually a stroke of luck. If it had not happened, they undoubtedly would not have heard his mother come in when she did.

Rachel's cheeks burned at the thought.

She prided herself on the relationship she had built with Noah's mother. She could only imagine what the damage would've been if the night had progressed the way Rachel had intended.

Surely Noah would have to recognize this, that the 'incident' was nothing compared to the damage that could've occurred.

She pressed 'send' and waited, confident that this would work.

Sure enough, not two minutes later, her phone buzzed.

Eagerly, Rachel opened his message. Her face fell, however, when she saw what he had written.

That's one way to look at it on the other hand MY FUCKING BED CAUGHT ON FUCKING FIRE

She supposed she was happy that he had at least written back. Nevertheless, he was clearly still upset with her, so much so that she wasn't even sure her 'I'm sorry' cookies would be enough to make amends this time.

Then a small smile started to form as she got another idea.

Perhaps they would be better received if she delivered them wearing her new outfit.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Or just plain apathetic? Whichever it is, I'd love to know! Also, I'm keeping this as 'in progress' for now. I already have a few more drabbles written for the Texts Challenge that could be added here, so I'm considering continuing this as sort of a series.