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Love Beth xx


"Hi Ben, come on in." Thirty-year old Noah Puckerman greeted the journalist and stepped aside to let him and a photographer and crew into his home in LA.

It had been seven years since the Puckerman's moved to California and boy have there been some changes. First off, Noah had his own record company and was mentor for all the new stars of today, Rachel was a judge for the new show The Voice and she had a new action movie coming out and was co-starring with Tom Cruise. There were two new additions added to the Puckerman family.

"Hello," The feminine man said, "So I thought we can do the photo shoot first and then I could ask you and Rachel a few questions." The Puckerman's were going doing an interview for US Weekly and the magazine wanted pictures of the perfect little family that never fails to make America smile.

Just as Noah was leading Ben into the kitchen, three kids came booming down the marble stairs and into the kitchen where the stylists and photographer cooed over them. Those kids were his life, Nate was twelve now, his other boy, Evan was six and then there was his little princess, Jemima who had just turned three. All little badasses in the making and Rachel wasn't exactly pleased about that.

He heard two girlish screams coming from his foyer, he peeked out and saw a cosmetic case stranded and the last stylist wrapped in a hug by his wife, "Noah, look who it is!"

The man turned around and Noah was taken aback, "Kurt?" He said, giving him a hug, "How's it going man?"

"It's going awesome, the owner of twenty Grammy's and twelve MTV music awards." Kurt nudged him, as they walked back into the kitchen to see Jemima sitting in a director's style chair while getting her long, dark hair curled.

"It's like looking at you two when we were all little." Kurt gushed, dragging Rachel to her own chair and selecting out clothes for the family to wear and putting them on a rack.

He was right in a sense, Rachel thought. Nate was Noah in middle school, minus the Mohawk which Rachel still refused to let him have so his dad would imitate the hairstyle every day for him spiking his dark hair up with gel, Nate was a little apprentice at his dad's record company and was a prodigy on the guitar, drums and his vocals were out of this world, having a set of lungs like Rachel was a bonus and he was a total ladies' man picking up girls left, right and centre, to say his Noah was proud is an understatement. Evan was quiet and timid unlike his parents and siblings, he had his mother's deep brown eyes and his dad's pout, he loved reading and playing soccer, his passion was playing the piano he would entertain Noah and Rachel with the soft rock ballads his dad taught him at the studio, he was a natural and even though he was six if you gave him a song to learn, he would know it an hour later. Now little Jemima was a star in the making, she is Rachel Berry, she had already won many awards for dancing and singing, played lead in the holiday play at their Temple and she was the best dressed toddler in LA, Rachel and Noah were raising wonderful children and there was no doubt about it.

A while later they were all changed into their clothes all wearing a touch of red, Rachel was wearing a red dress summer dress with a white skinny belt wrapped under her bust and a pair of her own white Louboutin heels on her feet, Noah had on a red polo shirt and a pair of worn out jeans cut to the knees to make shorts and a pair of Vans, Nate and Evan were dressed similar to their dad, Jemima wore a red and white polka dot dress, red sandals, tight curly hair and a huge toothy grin.

It was a fun photo shoot around their pool, shots of Noah and the kids jumping around on their trampoline, shots of them all together, shots of just the kids and then of Rachel and Noah. Rachel's favourite of the two of them is where they were standing sideways on to the camera, she popped his collar and pulled him closer to her face as he bunched a bit of her dress in his hands, her leg was kicked out behind her and the passion was almost suffocating them.

"So Puck, congratulations on the album of the year…again." Ben started off the interview grinning at the couple who were sat on their cream, plush couch.

"Thanks," Noah chuckled; the cabinet in his office full of trophies that he earned himself still hadn't sunk in.

"Rachel, you having a movie coming out right?" Rachel nodded, "Tom Cruise is your co-star too. How was it working with him?"

"It was an amazing experience working with Tom, I learnt so much from him. It was my first kick-ass action film so to speak as well, so learning the tricks of the trade from the Top Gun and Mission Impossible Star was just indescribable. Also, the movie is in theatres next month and I think it will be a great watch." Rachel promoted, holding Noah's thigh softly and he had his arm around her.

"Excellent, I'll be sure to put that in my calendar," The journalist grinned, "Now for the past eight years The Puckerman's have been quite a conservative and quiet family, yes? And from witnessing the fireballs you two have brought up I know that isn't true, please tell us the secret to keeping everything on DL."

"We just tend to keep ourselves to ourselves; everything we do is for our kids so we don't see the need to be out partying and getting bad press. Don't think we're all hermits because we're not, we do get noticed wherever we go even if it is just to go get the little ones a McDonald's treat every once in a while." Noah explained.

"And you two always seem like the perfect couples; there's never been any tabloids about you two fighting or trouble in paradise. Why is that?"

Rachel couldn't help but laugh, "I think because we've been together since we were eighteen and we learnt to keep each other grounded long before Noah found fame, like any couple we fight and argue. A lot. We're both very headstrong people and if he's being an idiot I'll tell him and vice versa."

"Yeah, just last week, she shouted at me because I forgot to take out the trash." Noah laughed as Rachel scowled at him.

"We don't think of ourselves as The Beckham's or Brad and Angelina, we keep everything real, our kids go to public school, they have a set routine, they are expected to do their homework when they get in before rehearsing their instrument and then they can watch some TV, they get allowance for doing their chores, we don't give them what they want at the snap of their chubby little fingers they have to prove to us that should be allowed to have it, everything we were taught as kids we carried on to our kids as they are growing up." Rachel told Ben who was nodding and jotting down notes.

"Keeping it real, I love it." Ben commented, "Also, there are rumours about a collaboration album with the lovely Stevie Wonder, is this true?"

"I'm working on it; I've talked to him recently about performing covers of all his classics. He had always been an inspiration of mine, his Isn't She Lovely song is actually how I won of this little lady." Noah confessed squeezing Rachel's shoulder, who was blushing beetroot red.

Ben asked more questions on their lives, new friendships between Jemima and Suri Cruise, their children, careers it was getting closer to the end of the interview and Ben was checking through his notes, "So what do you think you guys would be doing if Coming Back hadn't gotten so big?"

"You know Kurt right?" Ben nodded at Noah's question, "Yeah, I'd be working in his dad's shop back in Lima trying to make all the money I can."

"I'd still be the waitress at the restaurant I used to work at, and juggling looking after the kids too." Rachel finished.

"My final question is, if you could do it from when you two were eighteen again, would you do it differently?" Noah shook his head at Ben's continuously random questions.

"Not at all, we wouldn't have Nathaniel or Evan and Jemima; we probably wouldn't even be together. New York was always my dream but I'm pleased with the way things turned out, I have three wonderful children and a husband who promised me when I was sitting in out dingy little apartment in Ohio that when he makes it big he'd come back for me," Rachel smiled, "Wanna add anything to that?" She asked Noah.

"Totally," He said slowly, "I've lived my dream. This BAMF made it in Los Angeles with his crazies in tow, life couldn't be more perfect."

After the interview finished Ben and his crew packed up and left the home, as Rachel was clearing up the coffee cups from throughout the day she reflected on the past twelve years. She hadn't heard nor seen from her fathers since they kicked her out, Sara and Ameera were saints they still lived close by and Ameera was her agent which was amazing, she looked around her modern deco kitchen; on her refrigerator, pictures with macaroni shells and glitters stuck on them, soccer schedules and Jemima's ballet class notices covered every inch of the chrome, her granite benches were always sticky, the glass doors leading into the yard always had little hand marks on them and the Kool-Aid stain from a while ago still discoloured a patch on her marble flooring.

She jumped out of her skin when she felt two strong arms wrap around her and a pair of lips press to her temple, "I could hear you thinking from the den." He whispered, resting his chin on her shoulder as she washed up the cups.

"Sorry," She whispered back, "what were you doing in the den?"

"Kurt left the kids in the den, Finding Nemo was playing to no-one they're all beat from today, don't worry I left a monitor down there in case they wake up tonight." He assured, Rachel smiled her man was the ultimate family man. He never missed a ballet recital, or a soccer game or a session in the studio. He would always be the one checking on them every ten minutes, the one who liked to bath them and read them a bedtime story. It was adorable.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked, taking her upstairs.

"Just thinking back on memories and how life is now." She said, stripping off and pulling his old Guns n' Roses t-shirt on.

"Oh really? Well how about we reminisce in the memory of the night almost thirteen years ago that started this al, hmm?" He kissed her collar bone when they were laid in bed.

She kissed his lips zealously, wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled back slightly nipping at his bottom lip, "Nah, I'm beat." Rachel quickly whipped over, giggling as she heard him groan.

He curled up behind her, "I love you." He whispered, drifting off into a deep slumber almost missing her whisper it back.

They may have their differences whether it is on discipline or simply what milk to buy but the love and fire of passion they felt all those years was still very much alive, and he came back for her when she felt like he wasn't and that is all that she cares about.