Title: Letters From Back Home
Author: TheOtherPuckerman (formerly ohlittlej)
Rated M for swearing, sexual suggestiveness (future chapters)
Fandom/Pairing: Glee/PuckxRachel
Summary: AU Future!fic. Noah has enlisted to fight in 'The War on Terrorism'; his first months as documented through letters with his wife, Rachel.
Note: Yeah, yeah. I know I should be updating 'Eight Nights', but my kinky side hasn't really showed itself recently. I've gotten part of the third chapter done, but I really want to finish a few more chapters before posting them. Besides this and 'Eight Nights', I am working on another story. It's Puckleberry of course. Alternate Universe, but it's set in WMHS. PM me if you're interested and I can give you a brief summary. I'm working on it, so it won't be posted until I've gone over the thing ten million times. On this front: I've already got four 'letters' (which aren't very long) done (meaning they're typed on my computer; I've got like three more in my school notebook), which you are getting tonight. I will post some tomorrow or Monday (pending feedback and whatnot). Anyway, I'll stop jibber-jabbing. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nothing mentioned here is mine. Not 'Glee' or the characters, 'Promises, Promises', or the Chicago Theatre. AndMark Salling still owns himself, so I'm SOL.

October 3, 2009

Dear Noah,

You've just left but it already feels like you've been gone for twelve months instead of twelve hours. I can't believe I agreed to let you enlist. We just got married last year! And now you want to leave me to go serve some greater purpose, like you have no purpose here with me. We were just going to start a family, I'd been on my way to becoming leading lady at the Chicago Theatre, but I won't make this about me. I miss you, Noah. I couldn't sleep last night without you and the fact there was no one to glare over my coffee at this morning made me more lonely.

I think I should get a dog just to keep me company...or find a second job.

I want you to be safe, Noah. I want you to come back to me in one piece. If you come back in a box, I don't know what I will do. You're my life and you've been that way since we were eighteen. Just please be careful and write often like you promised.

Forever yours,
Rachel.