Chapter 2 time. Puckleberry is something that I haven't written before, but it was my first prompt, so I feel obligated to do it justice. I love every ship. (Almost every ship, I hate Kadam and Kurtofsky)

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Characters/Relationship: Puck and Rachel, romance

Prompted by: AlphaWriter1

Season: 4, as requested. Rachel's in NYC. Puck is still in LA.

Puck sighed as he picked up the phone. He needed to call Rachel. He needed to tell her everything. He needed to tell her all of the things that he can't say face-to-face before it was too late. It was nine in the morning right now, which meant that it would be noon in New York City, guaranteeing that Rachel would be awake. Puck knew her class schedule, so he knew that she wasn't expected to be at school for another hour or so. So, with a shaky hand, Puck reluctantly dialed Rachel's number - yes, he memorized her number a long time ago - and hit the call button.

Across the country, in the afternoon in New York City, Rachel Berry pulled out her cell phone and felt her heart flutter in an unfamiliar way when she realized that Puck was calling. Kurt shot her a look of confusion from across the room, channel surfing at the moment. His classes were cancelled for the day and Kurt had decided to take a lazy day off, which meant that Rachel wouldn't be able to convince him to leave the apartment for a little while so that she could talk privately with Puck. So, she shot him a look that told him she'd be back in a bit and headed out onto the streets of New York City, answering her phone the moment her apartment door shut.

"Rach..." Puck breathed into the other line, relieved that she answered on the first call. Rachel smiled at the sound of his voice before she replied in a similar tone.

"Noah... I miss you." Rachel said, feeling foolish at how weak and childish her voice came out, cracking slightly. Puck laughed a teary, choked-up laugh and sighed heavily.

"I miss you, too, Rachel." Puck responded. He really did miss her. More than anyone, more than anything. He missed Rachel Berry more than he missed his own family.

"How's Los Angeles?" Rachel asked timidly. Puck shrugged, even though he knew she couldn't see him.

"Eh. It's okay, I guess." Puck replied. Rachel hummed in response, not fully understanding why he moved there in the first place.

"We need to talk." Rachel said after a few moments of awkward silence. Her feelings were brimming in her eyes as she led herself into a nearly-empty coffee shop. Puck gulped audibly on his side of the phone, feeling himself put his guard up as he prepared for the let-down of the century.

"Alright. You first." He ordered, his voice breaking. He cleared his throat.

"I... I don't know what my mind is doing anymore, Noah. I have no clue. I don't know if I like NYADA or if I like this apartment or if I like this life. The only thing that I'm sure about is you. I love you, Noah Puckerman. A-and before you hang up and shudder at how creepy I'm being right now, I know that you felt something at Mr. Schue's wedding. I know you did. I could see it in the way you looked at me. I could feel it when you kissed me that night. I can still feel your lips on mine when I close my eyes." Rachel said, her voice barely above a whisper as tears streamed down her face. She was going to regret this, she was sure that this would all turn out badly.

"I need to go. I can't do this. I have a test tomorrow for Cassandra July and if I fail, she's going to freak out. I have to go portray happiness and love; I can't do this if I'm heartbroken." Rachel blurted out before Puck could respond, hanging up after all of the words exited her mouth.

Puck groaned loudly in his apartment after trying to call Rachel back 6 more times, smashing his phone against his coffee table and heading into his kitchen to grab a beer. Why couldn't she just pick up the phone so he could tell her that he loved her? Was it too much to ask?

Suddenly, he realized that he didn't leave her a voicemail. Nothing for her to remember or persuade her that Puck loved her, too. Nothing that even led on to the fact that Puck had strong feelings towards her. Puck picked up his phone and redialed her number again, groaning inwardly when it was sent to voicemail after 2 rings.

"Rachel Berry, if you don't listen to the rest of this voicemail, I will make sure Santana makes your life a living hell. I have dirt on her; I can do that. You didn't give me any time to respond to your confession, by the way. How dramatic of you. That school's taught you well, Rach." Puck said into the voicemail, hiding his disappointment at the fact that she still didn't answer the phone and kept sending him to voicemail.

"Look, Rach. I need you to listen to me. I love you. More than anything or anyone that I have ever loved. I don't know what I'm doing with my life, but I love you. So much. Please call me back." Puck pleaded at the end, tears in his eyes, although he wouldn't admit it to anyone.

3 years later, Rachel walked up a beautifully decorated aisle in a gorgeous wedding gown to become Mrs. Rachel Barbra Puckerman. Needless to say, she eventually picked up her phone and listened to the voicemail. She saved it for as long as she could on her phone, eventually transferring all of the words onto paper. That paper was used as Noah's vows, in a sort. The words that she told him were reworded into her own vows.

They grew old together, had a few kids, watched their friends grow up happily in different towns and states, eventually having children of their own.

Rachel was very thankful that she picked up the phone and listened to the voicemail, as was Puck.

Their love was inevitable, and their fate was already determined. But, that simple phone call, that one little thing, was the key to their eternal happiness and bliss.

I don't really like the way that this turned out, so I apologize if you agree with me. I've gotten a few other prompts that I plan on doing. If I don't end up doing yours or I omit it for some reason, I will either be explaining why I'm not doing it in a PM or in an Author's Note.

Alright, keep prompting, I want this to be a long one:) I love you guys:)