Happy Friday! I was just finishing this up when I saw HeartforSoul's review. Update. You're like, a magic tree princess, HeartforSoul, because bam,here you go.
This was a very difficult chapter for me to do, it's Mash-up so obviously. I realize that it doesn't fit exactly within the show, but here we go anyway. I hope that you enjoy, and look for the next chapter by Monday. Thanks as always! All the US people have a wonderful 4th!
-Chapter Eight-
***December 2003***
Mike Chang waited patiently by the elf-girl's magic tree castle before the start of school. His imagination had been running wild ever since his mother had gotten him the Harry Potter books. He could see the tiny rooms inside the tree castle, which would seem hugely gigantic to Rachel, as she would shrink to her normal size once she was within the safety of the tree. She used magic when outside the tree to appear almost human sized to her classmates. And she also used magic to hide her elf ears.
To his surprise, as more kids began to approach, Rachel didn't hop out of her tree and magic herself to nearly human size. Instead, she crossed the street, the expression on her face not quite her own. He stepped forward and brought his hand up to wave at her and was surprised that she either completely ignored him, or was in another world altogether.
He followed her into school curiously, joined by Matt at the door. He watched as Rachel marched up to her locker and groaned when he saw Santana and her crew making a beeline for the elf-girl Princess.
"You have to do something," Mike nudged Matt.
"No. Way."
Mike rolled his eyes at Matt's sudden fear. The young black boy's eyes were wide with trepidation and he began to shake ever so slightly as Santana was approaching Rachel. Mike would have laughed if the need to talk to Rachel without Santana around wasn't so dire. He narrowed his eyes at his best friend and muttered, "Noah didn't come to school again today. We have to do something."
Matt shuffled his feet and whined slightly. "Why can't you do it?"
"Uhm, even if Satan-a thinks I have shiny hair, she's only interested in smacking her lips against you…don't ask me why. Girls are crazy," Mike explained. "DO SOMETHING!"
Matt took a deep breath for courage before rushing forward, towards Santana and her cronies. Mike thought his partner in crime would simply steal her bag and run away, instead he stood in front of her visibly trembling.
"WHAT RUTHERFORD?" Santana barked.
"PANTSED!"
And then all hell broke loose. Matt reached down and pulled at Santana's skirt, yanking downwards until the skirt hit the floor and Santana's Powerpuff girl underwear were on display for all the world to see. She screeched at the top of her lungs, so powerfully that even Rachel's eyes widened in respectful surprise. Matt stood in front of Santana for a mili-second, nearly crying, whether from fear or devilish amusement, no one ever knew. He then took off running, followed quickly by Santana's revenge driven friends and then, once she got her skirt back in its rightful place, Santana herself.
Mike walked quickly towards Rachel and whispered, "He didn't come to school today again."
"Who?" Rachel flushed as she placed her coat inside of her locker.
"Noah. He skipped yesterday…and now today? He's not sick…"Mike furrowed his brow in confusion. "And Santana was saying that he threw a slushie in your face, but I can't believe that."
"I have a stained sweater that could probably persuade you to believe it," Rachel said quietly.
"But Noah…he wouldn't do that to you, unless it was an accident," Mike said firmly. "You two are friends. We're all friends."
"Noah Puckerman and I aren't friends," Rachel said clearly before gripping the handle of her bag and walking away.
Mike sighed and went to find Matt, eager to help him get away from the rage he had purposely induced in Santana Lopez. He found his friend cowering in a dark stairwell corner on the basement floor. Matt looked petrified, but still had all his limbs attached, so Santana couldn't have found him yet. He handed his friends book bag over to him and wondered,
"Wanna skip and find Noah?"
Matt didn't need any convincing to skip whatsoever. He was very eager to put a few miles between himself and Santana for at least a few years. The boys snuck out the back entrance and had a little fun pretending to be awesome secret ninjas. They managed to make it to Noah's house and knocked on the door obnoxiously until Noah's mail slot slowly creaked open and the boys saw a pair of greenish hazel eyes peek out.
"Sup, dude?" Matt wondered. "Let's play Madden all day."
"You guys cut school?" Noah wondered as he let his friends in quickly, lest they all get busted for truancy.
"Had to. Matt pansted Santana," Mike explained nonchalantly.
"It was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life," Matt whispered.
"Kind of like you throwing a slushie at the magic elf-girl," Mike mumbled.
"We're not talking about that," Noah said gruffly before the boys sat down to play their game.
At lunchtime they managed to completely demolish the microwave when they attempted to cook pizza rolls on a sheet of aluminum foil. They resorted to turning on one of the stove-top burners and placing bits of food on top of chopsticks and holding them over the gas flame. By the end of their culinary adventures, Mrs. Puckerman had eight half-melted marshmallows stuck to her ceiling as well as a chopstick or two.
Around three-thirty, Matt announced that he had to head home and erase the answering machine of any calls the school may have tried to make. Mike realized he had to do the same and the boys ambled out of Noah's house with a promise to see each other at school the next day. Mike was walking away when he glimpsed something out of the corner of his eye.
Pink trolley bag, headed straight for the Puckerman residence.
They weren't friends. Sure. Like hell they weren't.
***December 2009***
###"All my time is frozen motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well"###
Puck closed his eyes as Rachel sang the words to the ballad into her brush handle, her face staring back at her in the mirror, every phrase conjuring emotion in her eyes. It was his favorite song. She knew that. They had discovered it together while rummaging through Sokoloff's husband's music collection three summers ago. He'd rather rap the Bust A Move song himself than let her mash it up with his favorite song. Hell, he knew it was her favorite song, outside of Broadway of course.
##"Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon"###
They remained silent as Rachel's clear voice still echoed off the walls of her room. She smiled softly back at him and he couldn't help but do the same. She held one thumb up and one down and asked, "What do you think?"
"I'd do anything. ANYTHING. If you wouldn't mash up our song with the old school rap song. Literally, anything," Puck said flatly.
"Our song?" Rachel whispered.
"Whatever, Berry…" Puck muttered. He leveled a glare her way and said, "You forget that we sang that nonstop three summers ago? Too much Finn in your brain."
Rachel looked back at the mirror, trying to fight the frown taking over her face. He sounded jealous. There wasn't any reason in the world to be jealous. Reason one: Finn was permanently attached to Quinn. Reason two: Finn did not like Rachel. Reason three: Puck couldn't possibly like her in that way. Not enough to get jealous. Everything was so muddled and confused.
She tried to work it through in her brain as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror, completely forgetting that Puck was sitting on her bed, needlessly tuning his guitar.
She wanted Finn. She wanted to possess him like a trophy to brandish over Santana and Quinn and Kurt. He was a goal. And she always reached her goals.
And it was December. Three weeks until Christmas break and the annual winter gathering of the Berry's and Puckerman's. They had three more weeks of staged animosity towards each other and then for a blissful week and a half, she and Noah could be best friends. It was too difficult to do at school. For one they were different people during the school year. It would be impossible to change that. They had hidden their friendship for so long, that to reveal it now would be a scandal.
She had hidden their friendship. She had to remind herself that her exile from Noah's life throughout the school year had been self-imposed. He hadn't wanted it that way. In fact, he had fought her every step of the way at first. And then something broke. And he became Puck. And their friendship was limited to twelve weeks in summer and one and a half weeks in winter. It was what she thought that they needed.
She broke out of her reverie as Noah began picking at his guitar strings and singing a quiet melody. It was beautiful. The hummed notes became sounds and then formed words.
##"Slight of hand and twist of fate
On a Bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you…
With or without you…"##
Rachel turned but didn't dare move a step closer, less she break this calm peace that had settled around them. She waited until he ran out of words and notes and smiled at him.
"That was lovely, Noah."
Puck shrugged and said, "I don't know that song that well…I forget where we heard it."
"The Friends marathon we had with my dad's last Christmas. It was on that show," Rachel reminded him.
"Oh. Yeah."
"You know…you should sing more solos in Glee. You're singing voice is just as good as Finn's, and although it's hardly a compliment, you are a significantly better dancer," Rachel admitted. "I can't understand why you constantly refuse the opportunity."
"Would me singing solos make everything different?" Puck wondered softly, hating the words as soon as they fell from his mouth. He sounded like a bratty kid. A bratty kid that was super-pissed and jealous that Finn Hudson was slowly taking away his favorite freaking toy. "You're all hot for him because he's your male lead, right?"
"That's not true," Rachel lied. She could feel a pink blush staining her cheeks and she turned back to the radio. His petulant attitude was infuriating her and igniting a curiosity that she hadn't known she had possessed. He was jealous. "Finn is a nice boy. He's always been nice to me throughout school."
Noah placed his guitar on her bed and stood suddenly, his body feeling as if there was suddenly far too much rage coursing through his veins. He shook his head slowly at her and said, "No. Finn never noticed you until three months ago. He wasn't nice and he wasn't mean, he was just there. Is that your check-list for boy toys?"
"Let's not talk about pre-requisites for love interests, Noah! Because at last count you had one singular pre-requisite. Female anatomy," Rachel countered hotly taking one step towards him.
"Hey, I'm just playing the part. I'm Puck, remember? I'm an asshole. I'm a jerk. I'm mean to you. I throw slushies at your face. Isn't that what you've wanted from me for the last six years?" Noah yelled harshly. He had never been so glad that Micah and Jerome Berry had soundproofed her room. Sure her loud-ass singing still leaked out, but they definitely couldn't hear this heated exchange downstairs. "I'm only good enough for you 97 days out of the year, and the rest I'm a badass…"
"Yes, it really was my intention to make you into a juvenile delinquent," Rachel shot back sarcastically. "I had only intended for your social life to be clear of burdens. I hadn't wanted to hold you back, I wanted the very best for you! I didn't want you to blame me for the consequences."
"You took you away from me. How can that be the best for me?" Puck demanded angrily. Oh shit. Those words weren't supposed to come out of his mouth. That was way too much Grey's Anatomy coming out in two single sentences. Silence extended between them as they both contemplated his words. That was really the only thing to focus on, because neither could bear with contemplating their feelings. He tried to look away from her as her eyes became watery and the angry crease that had appeared between her eyebrows slowly melted.
"Noah?" Rachel whispered, completely shell shocked at his admission.
"Let's just figure out this mash-up, Berry-pants," Puck whispered, going back to his guitar. For a smart person, Rachel Berry was a fucking idiot.
"I don't see how we can-"
"Just pick a song or something, you're a musical fucking genius. Come up with something," Puck demanded. He watched her as she turned to face the mirror once more. He knew it had been a fucking terrible idea to come here. But he couldn't help himself. She had caught him off guard, text messaging him first thing in the morning. He had just had a dream about her for Christ's sake. He swore his mother was using voodoo mind tricks to subliminally plant 'you want Rachel Berry" messages in his head.
It wasn't her climbing through his bedroom window that had gotten to him. It was that feeling of seeing her face in that dream. It had made him fucking deliriously happy. Horny too, yes, but happy. She was summertime and Christmas-time all rolled into one for him, literally. He absently strummed as she sang and he couldn't help but try to come up with a solution to all of his current problems. If he could just keep one stable thing in his life, everything else would fall into place. Rachel was his stable thing, but that was only 97 days out of the year. If he could just get her all year round, then everything else would get better.
She'd help him figure out how to handle this whole Quinn mess. She'd help him figure out how to explain human anatomy and the short life-span of sperm to Finn. She'd help him find Noah again.
##"What a girl wants…what a girl needs"###
Christ, he was a walking man-gina. Figure out how to get Berry? He had learnt one valuable lesson about himself during the times Berry wasn't in his life the last six years. One absolute zen-like truth.
###"Whatever makes me happy, sets you free"##
He wasn't an overwhelmed eleven year old anymore. He was Puck, dammit.
He was a freaking stud.
###"And I'm thanking you for knowing exactly…what a girl wants…what a girl needs"##
She was practically singing the answer to him. He could see her out of the corner of his eyes. She was singing the song to him in the mirror. Not Finn.
He knew exactly the one thing he had that Finn didn't. He knew the one thing that could maybe be the answer to all of his problems. He stopped strumming before she really got into the song and put the guitar back down.
"My ears are starting to hurt. Can we take a break?"
She placed the brush back down and looked at him, curiously. She didn't know where this was going, but she didn't care. He had just spilled his guts out to her, she was going to let him have a little leeway lest she push him over the edge.
"You wanna make out?"
A little leeway.
She was surprised and her face betrayed her and actually showed the small giddy smile that graced her lips. Her mind screamed no, but her lips had an entirely different idea.
"Sure."
***December 2003***
"Alison? To what do we owe this surprise?"
Rachel's eyes widened slightly as she peaked her head into the doorway between the living room and the dining room. She couldn't help the pit of nervousness swirl in her stomach at the thought of Noah's mother dropping by. For all she knew, Noah had ratted her out about the slushie incident and she was about to get a classic Jewish mother talking to. It scared her to death.
"I'm so sorry, Micah. Can you watch them, just for a few hours…He came back for money."
Micah furrowed his brow and looked to Noah's angry, tear-stained face. He nodded and could only watch in vain as Alison rushed back to her car. Amberlee Puckerman began sobbing at the sudden absence of her mother. Noah lifted her off the ground and led her to the couch, where Rachel was now standing uncertainly. He sat down and cuddled his baby sister to him in an attempt to soothe her. Rachel sat down as well and hummed a small tune until the two year old ceased her cries. They sat in silence for a few moments as Micah went into the kitchen to make a quick, concerned call to his partner.
"What happened?" Rachel whispered finally as Amberlee began to doze off in her brother's arms.
"My dad came back. Mom didn't want us there," Noah admitted quietly, his voice completely devoid of emotion, his face staring forwards at a family picture of Rachel and her fathers that they had above the mantle. "I was screaming at him when she threw us in the car. Do you think…she shouldn't be alone with him."
"Daddies have it taken care of, I promise," Rachel swore.
"I'm so mad," Noah mumbled. "I'm so mad that I can't think of anything but…mad."
"That's okay. You can be mad." Rachel swore, reaching out and gripping his hand, hoping to relay whatever strength she could to him. She just wanted to make this easier for him. She never wanted things to be difficult where he was involved.
The children remained on the couch for the remainder of the night, waiting for something to happen, and at the same time hoping nothing at all would happen. Micah re-entered the front room eventually, bringing with them the takeout containers that had been their forgotten dinner. He started a movie up, hoping it would distract the children as he stood by the front window, anxiously pacing.
Noah didn't know how many hours passed, he knew that they had gotten through most of The Little Mermaid and Rachel hadn't sung along once. But she hadn't let go of his hand either. And somehow, that did make him feel better.
"MOMMY!"
Amberlee shouted joyously and hurtled herself off of her comfortable perch between Rachel and Noah and flew towards the door, where Jerome was ushering in a disheveled Alison Puckerman. Noah rose uncertainly and his breath caught when he saw the definite bruise blooming over his mother's left eye. Rachel still held his hand in a death like grip as she stood next to him.
Micah ushered Alison upstairs towards the bathroom, and Jerome followed with Amberlee, leaving Noah and Rachel alone without even a word of explanation.
"I hate him," Noah said flatly, his voice thick with tears. "I hate his stinking guts. I hate him so much."
"I know. I do too," Rachel insisted strongly. "It's abhorrent to do such a thing to a woman…to your mom…"
"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't want to be friends, remember?" Noah demanded suddenly, trying to wriggle free from her grip.
"Noah, no. Please. You're my best friend," Rachel insisted. "I'll help you through anything, whenever you need it."
"No, you said we couldn't be friends…" Noah disputed miserably, clinging to anything to get the thought of his mother's black eye out of his head. His brain was having a hard time keeping up with the heady emotions. "You said!"
"At school we're different on the outside. But I'm always your friend. I wouldn't care, if you needed me…"
"Why can't I have a normal dad?" Noah questioned suddenly, changing subjects rapidly as he stared back at the Berry family picture above the mantle. "You have two."
"I'm a very lucky girl," Rachel nodded in agreement, squeezing Noah's hand. "You can share them with me. I wouldn't ever mind."
Noah sniffed and they sat back down on the couch, waiting for the adults to come back and explain. He nodded and whispered, "Thanks, Rachel."
***December 2009***
Mike walked towards the boy's bathroom, having heard about the great Puck Slushie Fiasco of 2009. There were a million different stories as to how and why it happened. Mike's two favorites were that after years of being slushied by Puck, Rachel got turned on by it, so Puck had allowed her to slushie him in some strange public sex act. The second favorite rendition was that Jacob Ben-Israel had flipped his lid when he had seen that Puck and Rachel were an item, and had declared war over his Rachel of Troy, unleashing five gallons of slushie upon Rachel's new boyfriend.
Mike didn't care either way. He and Matt had been literally on cloud nine for the last two days since Puck had gruffly told them that he and Berry were an item now. Mike didn't even care that he had lost the bet with Matt, he had them together as boyfriend and girlfriend by February. Matt had wisely and correctly chosen Hanukah, but only because he thought it was a Jewish romantic holiday, in his words Seriously, it's a fucking bedroom holiday with all of those damned sexy ass candles.
It didn't matter either way. Even the sting of having to chose between football and Glee refused to affect Mike Chang. He'd chose Glee regardless. He was a way better dancer than he was a wide receiver. That was a no-brainer. And finally, Noah Puckerman and Rachel Berry were out in the open, not really showing their friendship, but they were making out and stuff, and that had to be better than what they had been subjecting themselves and Mike and Matt to the last six years.
"I feel like such a bad Jew."
Mike furrowed his brow as Rachel brushed past him at the door to the boy's room, a blush on her cheeks and a hint of sadness in her eyes. Oh shit.
"What the hell did you do?" Mike demanded angrily, storming into the bathroom. "Matt and I were going to throw a party this Friday, it was going to have a huge fucking banner that said, "FINA-FUCKING-LY! So how did you screw it up? Is this because of the slushie? Because dude, we will go and freaking pants the guy who threw it at you. It's not a big deal."
"Chillax, Jackie Chang," Puck rolled his eyes. "It's just…this thing right now with Rachel is…it's impossible, dude."
"You guys are together. Nothing is impossible," Mike insisted strongly. Sure he had another twenty-five bucks bet with Brittany that what she had deemed Puckleberry would last more than a week. Brittany had bet that it would last five days because the metaphor was still stuck in a closet somewhere. But he also sort of…cared about, you know, whether his friends would be happy together.
"She's hung up on Finn, dude. And we still haven't, it's all kind of weird. She's not telling me why," Puck muttered miserably as he began to gather up the things he had littered around the boy's bathroom.
Mike bit his bottom lip and very suddenly asked, "What did you guys talk about that first time? In the bathroom when we were little…"
Puck slammed his wet shirt into his bag and violently tugged at the zipper. He shook his head and simply walked out the door, leaving a frustrated Mike behind.
***December 2003***
Noah was curled up on his couch at the Berry's. It was always were he crashed when he had to spend the night during the summer and the Winter holiday break. He had a velvety soft micro-fiber blanket, a shocking color of neon pink, pulled tightly around himself. Before he had shut his eyes, he knew what he was going to ask for from Jerome Berry for Christmas. He was going to ask for a more manly set of blankets. Yeah, Rachel got the best of both worlds with her dads. Hanukah and Christmas. Spoiled brat.
"Noah?"
The young boy didn't stir as he heard the very soft footsteps coming down the steps into the rec room in the basement where he always slept at the Berry's. He feigned sleep as Rachel made her way over to his couch.
"I had a nightmare," Rachel whispered. "About your mom."
Noah nodded and scooted over and suddenly she was squished beside him on the couch. She had brought her own blanket and his sleepy hands helped to tuck her in.
"It'll be okay," he promised in a whisper.
Rachel watched him as he immediately went back to sleep, his face peaceful and calm. She stayed still and unmoving as she continued to stare, her heart aching for her best friend. They would be going back to school on Monday for the final week before Holiday break. She didn't understand how she would manage it. If he was hurt, or needed her, she'd want to be there.
But she couldn't. It would only make things worse. Noah was confused enough at her behavior.
She leaned her head closer to his and ever so slightly placed the smallest of kisses upon his slumbering, puckered lips.
"Sweet dreams, Noah."
***December 2009***
"You miss it?"
Noah looked up at the sound of her voice as she approached his spot on the bleachers. He managed a half-assed attempt, "Hell no."
"I hope you didn't choose Glee over football because of me."
Noah furrowed his brow. Of course he had. And she knew it. He squinted slightly against the afternoon sun. He knew what was coming now. He looked out and watched as Finn practiced with the team. Why was that doofus good enough for her? How was he not good enough for her.
"Why?"
"Because I don't think this relationship is going to work out," Rachel breathed, shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. It was true. This was the school year. They were both broken down inside. She had wanted it this way. Noah would be the king of the school, happy and carefree. That's what her childhood self had wanted for him. And one day…he would look back and realize what a great gift she had given him. But she could tell that he was angry, he had always been so angry and misunderstanding of why she was pushing him away.
"It's cool, I was going to break up with you anyway," Puck mumbled, his words laced with bitterness.
"No, you weren't," Rachel disputed, her confidence in him kicking in far too much for her liking.
"Yes I was!" Puck insisted, instantly falling into who he had become in the last six years. He wasn't summertime and Christmas break Noah. He was Puck, dammit. And that was never going to be good enough for her. "You won't even let me touch your boobs. It's Finn, right? He's never going to leave Quinn. Not with that baby in her belly."
His stomach rolled. He knew that they would have had to stop this experiment eventually. He wouldn't be able to tell her what he had done with Quinn. And he wouldn't be able to look at her face when she realized the truth. This was just prematurely ending what should have never happened. They should have just stuck to their 97 days.
"You like her don't you?" Rachel wondered. " I can see you staring at her when I'm staring at Finn. Is that why you joined Glee? To be closer to her?"
Puck swallowed deeply. That hadn't been the reason at all. His reason was a well-worn note stuck up to the mirror above his bureau in his room. A note with one never and a hell of a lot of nevers. He shook his head ever so slightly and spat out, "Like I said, they're never breaking up. God what's the matter with me? I'm a stud, and I can't even hold on to a chick like you? No offense. Why don't girls like me?"
"Because you're kind of a jerk. No offense."
Rachel was surprised by her own words. Yes. He was a jerk. They both knew it. 97 days out of the year, he was Noah. But today wasn't one of those days and he was simply a jerk. She hated it, but she knew that he was this way due to her own pushing him away.
"I just think you want it too much…which is something I can relate to. I want everything too much. Our relationship was built on a fantasy. Like every other one in my life. I think I just agreed to us being together because I thought it would make Finn jealous. I just hope we can still be friends."
Noah almost laughed before he bitterly spat out before storming away,
"We weren't friends before."
***November 2003***
"Berry-pants?"
"Please go away!" Rachel demanded harshly from the stall she had barricaded herself into.
"It's me, Noah. Are you okay?"
"GO AWAY!" Rachel shouted, her clear voice echoing off the tiled walls of the ladies room.
"I'm going to talk to Santana. She can't treat you like this," Noah said quickly.
"Don't you dare!" Rachel screeched, opening the door to the stall and staring at Noah with sudden fury. "She can't know that we're friends."
"Why the heck not, Rachel? It doesn't have to be a secret. Mike and Matt know, and they're totally cool with it!" Noah insisted.
"It'll just make things worse for the both of us. You have to understand," Rachel pleaded. "We can't be friends at school. Don't you know what'll happen?"
"Uhm…nothing?" Noah shrugged.
"Nobody is going to talk to you if they know that you're talking to me. No one else will be your friend. I'll have ruined everything for you. You should just…just don't be my friend at school," Rachel pleaded.
"You don't ruin, shit," Noah insisted, suddenly very annoyed.
"Please don't curse."
Rachel's lecture came automatically, it was as if it were just a natural response. Noah furrowed his brow as he watched her attempt to compose herself. Minutes slipped by before a realization dawned on him.
"You don't want people to think I'm your friend…because you're ashamed of me? Cause I'm dumb, and my Dad left us and I'm poor…"
Rachel looked to him with wide and astonished eyes. Never had it once crossed her mind, but she could tell he believed his words. The cold anger coming off of him and the sudden knowledge in his eyes, he believed that she was ashamed to call him her friend. Nothing could be further from the truth. She was afraid that she would ruin his life. She had ruined a lot of lives. Her own real mother had wanted no part of her. Her father's had to relocate from Cleveland due to her presence. And the very last thing she ever wanted was Noah Puckerman to hate her for holding him back.
So she did the only thing that she could think of. She let him believe it. She did nothing to dissuade his sudden fear of him not being good enough. She simply wiped at her eyes and made her slow way out of the bathroom, trying not to hear as the boy simply broke down.
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Okay, song notes, Rachel is singing Eve6's "Here's to the Night", Puck sings U2's "With or Without You" and then Rachel sings, of course Xtina's "What a Girl Wants".
Thanks as always!
