Author's note: This is a rewrite of an original story I published long ago. It was recently stolen a few times so I've made some changes to the storyline. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Adult content

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She knows she's dreaming. She has to be. It's too good to be true, her life hasn't been this perfect in years.

She's sitting at the piano back in Lima, sandwiched in-between her fathers. They're signing loudly, a medley out of Rachel's favorite Broadway Classics book of course. She has a massive grin on her face and her eyes are glowing bright enough to be seen miles away. Her solo is coming up and she's never been more ready. She hears her daddy begin the intro and she opens her mouth and takes a deep breath. It's this moment right here that she makes the decision. She's going to be on Broadway.

She hits every note with such precision that Hiram has to literally force himself to not break out in applause. Her voice comes out crisp and strong and for a tiny seven-year old, she's absolutely flawless. Her dad's jaw literally drops as her voice climbs higher and higher. He's wondering when she's going to crack, but he knows his daughter. It doesn't matter that they're only having fun at home and that no one else is around. It's a performance and as long as Rachel is performing, she is perfect. Her face is scrunched in concentration, eyes shut tight as she belts out the chorus. Him and Leroy were supposed to join her a good three measures ago, but they were both so engrossed in her enactment, they'd completely forgotten they even had a part to begin with. She's always been a star, always demanding attention, and here she is, living up to her reputation and literally stealing the show.

The song is ending and Leroy's practically bouncing on his toes. There's a high A at the end and never in his 39 years has he heard a seven-year-old come close to hitting it. He keeps playing, slowing down at the retard and lowers the volume to a soft pianissimo. At first it's quiet, so quiet he thinks she's stopped signing, but then he hears it, it's clear and the pitch is spot on. She crescendos subtly at first and Hiram fears she'll run out of air. She keeps her voice steady, not even the slightest waver is detectable.

By the end she's belting, holding the note out as long as she possibly can and it's so perfect they're convinced she's been doing this her entire life. When she's finished she stands up and takes a bow, a blinding smile plastered across her face. Her fathers sit there completely silent, a look of pure awe in their eyes.

She, however, is not amused. A tiny Rachel crosses her arms and purses her lips, she's a little offended that she didn't get the standing ovation she knows she deserves.

"I'm a little disappointed in you two," she begins. "Daddy, you missed the third part harmony which is absolutely crucial to the song's development-not to mention you're emotional connection with the lyrics was sincerely lacking-and Dad, you missed your entrance on the second chorus. I'm appalled that you two call yourselves musicians, let alone Streisand worshipers. If Barbra happened to walk in during our performance, she would have been revolted. Anyone who worships her the way you two claim to would have perfected each and every one of her performances."

They look at each other as they fight to hold back their laughter. Watching their seven-year-old stomp her feet and critique them over a song they were only playing for fun was too much for them. Rachel and her dramatics.

"You know, Leroy, I think Rachel is absolutely right. We should pay more attention and not be distracted by the wonder that so happens to be our little girl and dedicate our lives to perfecting Ms. Streisand's work," Hiram says smiling.

"I couldn't agree more, Hiram, and from now on, Rachel, you're own your own. Hiram and I are nowhere near as talented as you, my dear. Why, you make us look like amateurs!" he laughs and she giggles.

She knows they're being silly and she wouldn't have it any other way. She loves her daddies and while they're not an 'ideal' family-two gay men and a daughter conceived and carried via a surrogate-she wouldn't change it for the world.

"It's a sin to drag down such an incredible performer such as yourself with this nonsense so in all regards to you, we quit." Leroy shakes his head, hiding his smirk.

She giggles as she turns her back to them. "Good riddance."

She storms out of the room, making sure they hear each and every footstep as she throws herself onto the couch. She counts to ten before she hears them tip-toeing back in. She raises her eyebrow and smirks.

"Did you two need something? I'm very busy right now, they're screening RENT on the television," she says as she points to the large flat-screen in front of her.

Her fathers look at each other for a brief second and nod, both of them jumping onto the couch and attacking her with their fingertips. She shrieks with laughter as they tickle her in her most sensitive places.

"I'm sorry!" she screams, her shrieks becoming louder and louder. "I won't do it again!"

"I don't think so, Rachel, you really hurt our feelings back there," Hiram laughs as his fingers dance across her tummy.

"No, daddy, you believe me right?" she asks, her brown eyes filling with tears of pure happiness.

"Of course I do, Angel, but your dad's in charge not me," Leroy laughs.

She laughing so hard, she's crying and running out of breath. Her body hurts from all the wiggling around and she feels tingly all over. Eventually the tickling stops and she's left with her head in her dad's lap while her feet drape over her daddy's legs. She's breathing heavily and giggling, she can still feel their fingers on her skin.

"You know I didn't mean it, right?" she asks when her breathing returns to normal.

"Of course, we were only messing with you, Sweetheart," Hiram says, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"You're our star, Rachel, we'll always love you," her daddy smiles.

She smiles as she closes her eyes, after her amazing performance and the tickle fight, she's exhausted. She loves days like these, days when it's just her and her daddies. She knows that Hiram is applying for a new job and that there's a possibility he won't be around as much. Part of her hopes he doesn't get it because she's going to miss him so much, but the other half knows he deserves it.

She's just fallen asleep when the doorbell rings. Her eyes pop open, she knows who it is, she's been waiting all day for him to come. She jumps up from the couch and runs towards the door. Leroy is just about to scold her about answering the door to strangers when the heavy wooden door is thrown wide open, crashing into the wall behind it.

"Noah!" she shrieks as she jumps into his arms.

"Hey, Rach, you miss me?" he smirks.

She knows it's ridiculous, he's her best friend-her only friend-but she can't help the blush that spreads across her cheeks.

"Of course I did, Noah, you've been gone for a whole month!" she exclaims.

He smiles, showing off two rows of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. "I missed you too, Rach."

She smiles back, she loves the way he calls her 'Rach', he's the only one she allows to do so, just like she's the only one outside his family that calls him, Noah. To everyone else he's Puck, the mischievous little boy who's always finding himself in trouble.

He spins her around so she's on his back and she rests her chin on top of his curly brown head. "Hey, Mr. and Mr. Berry, is it okay if Rach and I go down to the lake, I promise we'll be back before dark?" he yells into the living room.

He doesn't wait for their reply-he knows it's yes anyway, the two have been inseparable since they went Rabbi Greenburg's summer camp two years ago-he's too busying running out the door with Rachel laughing on his back. He's never noticed it before, but he loves the way she laughs. It's loud and melodic and if he listens closely he can hear a tiny snort in between giggles.

He dumps her into the grass and crawls on top of her while she howls with laughter. "Please, I can't take anymore tickling!" she yells as he prepares himself to tickle her senseless.

"Aw, but I'm just getting started, it's been a month Rach and you know I give the best tickles in Lima," he smiles.

She sits up with him on top of her, her smile fades as she becomes serious. "You also give the best hugs," she says as she wraps he arms around him.

She notices that his shoulders have gotten a little wider since she's last seen him, a little broader. "I really, really missed you Noah," she whispers with her face buried in his chest.

"I missed you too, Rach, I mean Nana Connie's ranch was totally awesome, but it woulda been way better if you were there too," he says as he rubs her back.

He loves the way she fits against him, he knows it's crazy to think like this, but he spent a whole month talking to his mother and his Nana about Rachel and the way he feels about her. It was only last week that he finally realized it and now that he had, he's terrified.

"We have so much to catch up on, now that you're back. Did you learn any new songs while you were away?" she asks, she knows he's been learning to play the guitar. He's a little shy when he sings-he's a ten-year-old boy after all-but she thinks he's has the best voice on the planet, next to her and Barbra of course.

"Not really, we were kinda busy helping out and stuff. Next time we go you have to come, you'd love all the animals she has. Rebekah was totally flipping out when we sheared the sheep, she thought we were hurting them," he chuckles.

She smiles and hugs him tighter. "I feel like you've been gone forever, I missed you so much."

"You know it's only July right? We still have all summer to do stuff and I promise when I learn a new song, you'll be the first to hear it," he smiles.

She loves the way he smiles, it's so different from his usual smirks and ever since Eli, his father left a few months ago it's been harder and harder to get him to smile like that.

"So, what're we going to do today?" she asks as he climbs off of her and walks over to the tree stump, plopping down on it. Mrs. Puckerman had it chopped down the day she found all of Eli's stuff gone. They'd carved their initials into the bark the day after they bought the house together.

"I don't know, I kinda just wanted to talk," he shrugs.

"About what?" she asks as she stands up, brushing the grass from her skirt. She walks over to him and he opens his arms, she smiles and sits in his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder.

He takes a deep breath, he knows it's now or never. He's about to make a life changing decision and he's not entirely sure it's going to end up in his favor. He's taking a major risk here, there's a possible chance he could loose his best friend.

He's prepared this whole speech, he's going to tell her exactly how he feels in a romantically mushy way that will hopefully make her heart swoon. Instead, he stutters and makes a complete fool of himself. He forgets everything he's practiced for the past week when he gazes down into those big brown eyes.

She scrunches her eyebrows as she watches him stutter and choke on his words. She realizes that whatever he's about to say is serious and she feels her stomach clench in worry. What if he's telling her that he's moving or that he doesn't want to be friends anymore? Her eyes widen and she turns herself around on his lap so she's facing him. She grabs his face in her tiny hands and looks in his hazel eyes.

"It'll be okay, Noah, no matter what we'll always be best friends," she says quietly.

He shakes his head and she frowns. "I want more than that."

She blinks in confusion. "I want to be more than best friends, I want to be your boyfriend," he says, his eyes locked on hers.

She gasps. "B-but that would mean you want me to be your g-girlfriend," she says unsurely.

He smiles, he likes the way it sounds more than he thought he would. "Exactly."

"Why in the world would you want to be my boyfriend?" she asks.

"Because you're the prettiest girl in Lima-no the entire world-and I want to kiss you," he says as he grabs her hands from his face.

"Why can't you just kiss me, then?" she asks, her seven-year-old mind struggling to understand.

"Because then you'll want to kiss other people and if you're my girlfriend you can only kiss me," he says exasperatedly. It's not his real reasoning but it works, he can tell she's confused and if he told her the truth he might scare her away.

She gasps. "Never! Noah, I've never kissed anyone except my daddies on the cheek and that doesn't count at all!"

He laughs. "So will you be my girlfriend?" he asks again.

"I suppose," she says hesitantly.

He can tell she's tentative and it's killing him, he's been thinking about what it would feel like to kiss her for the past month and now that he knows why he feels like this he can hardly wait.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought it'd be cool. I mean we could be like your dads except you're a girl. I mean, they're happy together, right?" he asks and she nods. "And I promise I won't leave like my deadbeat dad, he's an asshole, I swear I'll never be like him," he shakes his head furiously.

She gasps. "Noah Puckerman, do not use profanity!"

He cracks a small smile. "I'm serious, Rach, this would make me happy and come on, you know you want to kiss the Puckerone."

She giggles, she'd be lying if she said she hasn't been thinking about Noah in a different way lately. She's noticed how handsome he's becoming, how his jaw line is becoming more defined as well as the muscles she's never seen before. He's getting much taller, he completely towers over her now and she swears just last week they were eye to eye.

"I want to, Noah, I really do, but I . . ." she trails off, she doesn't want to admit it because it's slightly embarrassing. She's Rachel Berry, she's good at everything she does, only she's never done this before.

"It's okay to be scared, I'm a little nervous too, you know?" he says and she smiles softly.

"I don't know how to kiss," she mumbles. "What if I'm bad at it?"

He laughs because she's just so cute and he thinks her question is absolutely ridicously. She's mortified when he laughs at her, she's just about to yell at him when suddenly his lips are crashing down on hers.

They're soft, wet, and warm as they move against hers. She has no idea what she's doing, but she's feeling butterflies in her stomach and she can't help but react to them.

He groans as her tongue pushes forward into his mouth and he's delighted when he tastes-you guessed it-berries. He laughs at the irony, his breath tickling her lips. She pulls away first and wipes her mouth. She always thought kissing was a little gross, it was slobbery and germy and the concept of someone else's mouth on hers kind of disgusted her. With Noah it was different. She loved the feel of his lips, but she needed more, she needed to taste more. When she pushed against him she found her tongue slipping into his mouth and his into hers. She loved the cinnamon flavor she'd tasted from his favorite gum.

They sat there panting, both of them staring into each other's eyes. He's tempted to tell her right then and there. Instead he says the first thing that pops into his head. "You want to go swimming?"

She smiles. "I'll do anything my boyfriend asks me to do."

He beams and she thinks it's a little scary, she's never seen him smile like that before.

"So that's a yes then right?" he asks.

"Of course!" she laughs.

"Cool, I promise to be the best boyfriend ever!" he says as he stands up, scooping her into his arms bridal style. Usually they swim in their underwear if they don't plan ahead, but he's too happy to stop. He plunges them into the lake, drenching them from head to toe.

"Noah!" she splutters as she pushes her wet hair out of her face.

He decides that it doesn't matter that he didn't tell her the truth today because they're bound to be together forever. He's Noah Puckerman and she's Rachel Berry, they're soul mates. It doesn't matter that he didn't tell her he loved her because he plans on showing her each and every single day.

4:00 A.M

She wakes up with a start, her body covered in sweat and her stomach churning. She has a burning sensation in her legs but she ignores it as she heads to the bathroom. She has no idea what time it is, but it's dark outside and her kids are sound asleep. She walks into the bathroom and as soon as she looks in the mirror, the memories come flooding back. She doubles over as she takes in the horror that is her face. A huge black circle surrounds her left eye and it's practically swollen shut. Her nose is bruised and her lip is split in the corner. There's a handprint clear, as day on her cheek and the gash on her forehead has dried blood caked to it.

Tears trickle down her cheeks as she takes in her appearance. She's disgusting and dirty and all she wants is a hot shower to wash everything away. She can feel his hands on her, pinning her arms above her head while her rapes her.

The thought makes her sick and she hunches over the toilet as she looses her dinner. She cleans herself up, rinsing out her mouth with cold water and starting the bath, turning it to the hottest setting. She climbs into the tub and hisses as it burns her skin. The pain in her legs is unbearable but she welcomes it anyway, she deserves it. Her dream reminded her of everything she used to have, of everything she'd lost. She hates herself for it because it's her entire fault. Noah Puckerman kept his promise, he was the best boyfriend in the world until the day of her Bat Mitzvah. The day Leroy touched her for the first time.