So, I own nothing of Glee. I've been kicking this idea around since reading another story about how Rachel wrote to Noah when he was in juvie. This may read choppy and people may think that chapters are too short, but I'm hoping people will read and enjoy it anyway.
Her phone vibrated on her night stand. She cracked one eye open and glared at her alarm clock. 6 a.m. on a Saturday?
"The one day I cut myself some slack, go figure." She growled, reaching for her phone and answering it.
"Rach." The timbre of the familiar voice jerked her fully awake.
"Noah?! What's wrong? Are you in jail? If you are, I'm back in the city and I don't understand why you would waste your-"
"BERRY!" Puck yelled in her ear. "Can the crazy and get something to write with! I've only got three minutes." He rumbled at her in annoyance.
"I knew it! You ARE in jail! What did you do, Noah?" She yelled, bolting to her desk, pulling on her bathrobe with one hand and grabbing a pen with the other.
"Not jail. Lackland Air Force Base. Now write." Puck commanded gruffly. He rattled off the address they had given him at Processing.
"Got it." Rachel looked at the address. "Wait, THE AIR FORCE?! Have you lost your mind, Puckerman?" She screeched, her voice reaching a nearly unsafe decibel level.
"I gotta go, babe. Miss me, ok?" The line went dead.
"NOAH!" She yelled. He was gone. She stared at the address in her hand. What the hell was he thinking?
"So, the Neanderthal joined the Air Force, huh?" Kurt glanced over his latte at his diminutive roommate, who was viciously attacking her Funny Girl script with a highlighter. Rachel muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like a string of Hebrew curse words under her breath, followed by an emphatic line out on her script. Kurt chuckled. Only Puck could get her that worked up. She hardly ever cussed in English. It showed a lack of professionalism and refinement, according to the rising Broadway star. Cussing in Hebrew was another matter entirely, and it was generally reserved for Puckerman issues.
They had an interesting dynamic, Rachel and Puck. Sure, he may have claimed once upon a time that she made him want to light himself on fire, but she was still, after all these years, the only person, aside from his mother and younger sister, who could get away with calling him Noah. They both claimed it was because they were "hot Jews", but anyone with half a brain knew it was more than that. You could tell by the bashful smile that Rachel reserved only for Puck and in the way Puck's eyes would almost instinctually follow her around a room. Kurt chuckled again, shaking his head. Rachel, still engrossed in her script, abruptly capped her marker, slapped it down on the table, and scrubbed her face with her hands. She peered through her fingers at Kurt, who snorted at her.
"What?" She mumbled into her hands. She slapped her hands on the table and stood up, turning to the stove to retrieve her tea pot. She moved to the sink and jammed the pot under the faucet, turning it on full blast.
"Wow. I never thought I would see the day when Rachel Barbra Berry lost her shit over Noah Puckerman." Kurt took a swallow of his latte and regarded her carefully. She slammed her now full tea pot on the stove and lit the burner.
"I have not 'lost my shit' over Noah Puckerman, as you so crudely put it, Kurt." She huffed, crossing her arms irritably. "I am merely at a loss as to why Noah would pull such a stunt. He had a good job helping out at the garage and I know for a fact that my dads pay him good money to keep their pool up in the summer. When he mentioned it at Finn's memorial all those months ago, I figured it was just the booze talking! I never thought he would actually go through with it! What is his mom going to do without him helping out with Sarah? Poor Deborah!" She pushed her bangs back from her forehead and jammed her hands down on her hips.
"Take a breath, doll. This is Puckerman we're talking about here. Why get all worked up? Puck never wanted to stay in Lima. He left for LA right after you got on the train. He only went back to Lima after Mr. Schue called him about Jake. He never planned on sticking around for very long."
Rachel blew out a loud breath. She knew he was right. He always planned on making it big, one way or another. Guess there was just one thing left for her to do. She turned off the burner on the stove and made for her room.
"Where are you going?" Kurt called after her.
"To get answers." Rachel responded, over her shoulder. She flopped on her bed and reached for her cell. She opened her contacts, highlighted Deborah Puckerman's number, and hit dial. It rang three times and went to voicemail. She must be on shift, Rachel thought to herself. When the voicemail recording ended, Rachel cleared her throat.
"Hello, Mrs. Puckerman, its Rachel Berry. I got a really weird phone call from Noah the other day. I was just wondering if you had heard from him as well. I swear, I'll never understand his impetuous ways! Anyway, if you could just give me a call back anytime and let me know if you've heard from him, I'd appreciate it! Please have a great day and tell Sarah I say hi!" Rachel hit end and tossed her phone on the bed. She crossed over to her desk, picking up the paper she had written Noah's address on. What could it hurt, she thought to herself. She rolled her eyes when she thought about the reality of that answer to that question and sat down at her desk and pulled out a fresh sheet of paper.
A/N: R&R please….all mistakes are my own This story is mostly going to be told in the form of letters and other correspondence between Rachel and Noah, so if it seems choppy or oddly structured, I apologize.