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2. Movies

"Thank you very much," beamed Rachel as the cashier handed her two tickets. Her face was beaming with joy, and eyes were filled with bliss.

"My goodness, Noah! We're finally going to watch it. After the entire month of talking about it, we're finally going to watch it!" She squealed and slipped her right hand into Puck's left. Puck rolled his eyes as soon as she looked ahead. Noah had been trying to avoid going to watch this movie with Rachel. He bought her flowers a few days ago and suggested they have an indoor picnic instead of the movie. But she simply refused.

"Noah Puckerman!" She had exclaimed. "We are going to that movie on Friday whether you like it or not." She then frowned as she turned away.

Puck groaned.

"What's wrong baby?" asked Rachel as they reached their seats inside the theater. She took off her bright pink raincoat and placed it on her seat before sitting down. She had insisted on wearing it even though Puck kept reminding her it was a summer night, and therefore no chance of rain.

Noah slumped down on his seat and propped his left elbow on the armrest, placing his head on his hand.

"Rach, do we have to watch this documentary? I don't want to watch baby chicken nuggets and their stupid journey. Spoiler alert, hon. They don't find their mom at the end."

"Noah!" Rachel scream-whispered. She slapped his left arm, causing it to fall off the arm rest and his head bobbing as it dropped off his hand. "First off, do not call them chicken nuggets. That is so cruel. They are baby chicks and will be referred to as such. Secondly, their journey is not stupid. They want to find their mother despite the odds and despite the order of nature. Kind of like me..." her voice trailed off and she looked away. Noah's face cringed. Crap, he thought. Is she crying? Shit. What do I do? Shit, shit, shit.

Noah straightened up in his seat and leaned over towards her. He stuck his index finger out in an attempt to poke her shoulder, but hesitated. He was really bad at knowing what to do when she cried. The last time he tried to comfort her was when she mistakenly bought regular milk as opposed to almond milk. She cried that night, sobbing about how her purchase was going to help the veil industry and their cruel abuse to cows, and how she couldn't believe she had been so careless.

That night he learned that "It's okay, babe. They were going to die anyway" is not the correct thing to say.

Noah retracted his index finger. He stood up and squatted in front of her seat, so that they would be eye level.

"Babe..." he said and she turned to look at him, her eyes watery. He sighed at the thought that he was the reason she was crying. A tear escaped Rachel's eyes, and he wiped it off with his thumb.

"It's okay, Noah," she whispered, attempting a weak smile. "I know you didn't mean to. The movie is pretty girly. I just wanted you here as support. Those chicks are me, you know. I'm searching for my biological mom. I know it's not-" she was interrupted by Puck's soft lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes, and breathed in the moment. Another tear escaped her eye as Puck broke the kiss the grab her hand.

"Rach, I don't care how girly this movie is. I will watch it seventy times with you if it means that much to you." He kissed the top of her hand. "And I was lying."

Rachel sniffed, and tilted her head in confusion. "Lying," she asked. "About what?"

Noah smirked and returned to his seat. He grabbed her hand and pecked her cheek.

She turned to him, still confused.

"The end." he stated simply. When her confusion remained, he chuckled and elaborated. "I looked up the movie online last night to see show times and came across the plot summary. The little chicks. They do find their mom." He smiled broadly.

Rachel gasped in happiness and put her hands over her mouth. "They do?" she asked, her voice full of excitement. The lights in the theater dimmed and the first preview began to play. Noah leaned over and whispered, "I love you." She turned to him, a toothy smile on her face.