Every fiber in his body wanted to squeeze her tighter, to make sure this was real. However, he gently wrapped his muscular arms around her tiny waist, treating her like a fragile China doll. The bedroom was hideous, It looked as if a seven year old Marcia Brady had decorated it, with the help of a show choir junkie drag queen, but there was no other place he'd rather be. Her deep brunette locks flowed over the pillow, spilling into his face, but he didn't mind. Unlike Quinn's hair which was always whipped into a tight ponytail when they cuddled , Rachel's hair was soft and free flowing. Her hair softly smelled of green apple shampoo, a pleasant detour from the harsh aerosol tresses of the random conquests he hooked up with. Sure he talked a good game, threatening to dump her if she put out, but that was just a mask he wore, a reputation to upkeep. Rachel was different, and she made him different.
"What's got you so quiet Noah?" Rachel cooed, her voice soft and melodic. A guy could get used to waking up to that voice every morning.
He shrugged. "aw, just thinking."
She flipped around to face him, and nuzzled her face in his neck. "I know you're thinking, but what about?"
Chill bumps raised on the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck, from the warmth of her breath. "the future." He thought about Quinn's pregnant belly, just barely starting to bulge under her dress. "Babies".
"Our babies would be adorable, don't you think? I mean my doe eyed peepers, your powerful demeanor, and our combined superb talent would create wonderful offspring."
Just for a minute a thought crossed his mind. What if this whole baby gate fiasco had some slight adjustments? He knew Quinn's baby was his, a drunken mishap. What if the baby was with Rachel instead? Someone who actually cared for him, someone who had eyes for someone other than Finn Hudson. A little brunette girl, with a voice of gold. He shrugged it off. Him and Rachel could never work, outside of her bedroom, they both knew that. Social law at McKinley would never allow that. This world they created every day, cuddling in her bed was just a dream. However, he was going to let it happen while it could.
"She would be too talented. You might be threatened. What if she's better than you?" he said, chuckling.
She playfully tapped him. "You're crazy! No one is better than me!" Her melodic giggle echoed throughout the room.
. "Yeah Rachel you're one of a kind" He said squeezing her tighter, holding on to the dream as long as he could. "One of a kind."