Holy crap! On Sunday the ninth, I BOUGHT DARREN CRISS EARRINGS! THEY'RE ADORABLE! I got them from etsy (.com). The stuff there is amazing. My aunt sells stuff there too.

At the end of last chapter, there was a list. I didn't mean to post that. Those were just supposed to remind me what songs each person was going to sing, but I was too lazy to take it down. I guess you now know what everyone will be singing…

Well, that's about it. Oh yeah…

Disclaimer:

Dear Darren Criss,

I just recently bought earrings that look like a cute cartoony you. They're even wearing your pink sunglasses. Since I am so dedicated to my obsession with you, I would appreciate it if you'd give me some kind of rights to Glee. If not, I'll search the Internet for cartoony Harry or even Dijon earrings. If those don't work, I'll try Cory, Chris, or Mark. If it comes down to it, I'll get Ryan Murphy earrings. No one will be able to deny me with those babies on.

I guess my point is that I don't own glee, but I'll kiss anyone's ass to be able to. Except a hobo's or someone that doesn't shower regularly's.

Xoxo

~A

*/Glee\*

Mike's P.o.V

Rachel smiles and pulls three highlighters from her rolling backpack.

"Okay then, we all need to sing through the song to find which parts fit our voices best. I'll go first."

She pulls the sheet music so it's resting neatly in front of the keys. Brad walks in and takes a seat as the band and orchestra file in.

Brad begins playing the piano and the strings join in after she sings the first few lines. About a quarter in the drums, guitar, and bass join in. She sings the last line while all the instruments are silent.

I see her wipe a stray tear from under her eye as Sam and I clap for her.

"Are you boys ready for your turn?"

Sam and I glance at each other uneasily.

I boldly stepped up and Rachel beamed up at me. She skipped over to Sam as I took center stage.

"I'm so excited. Tina said he's doing very well."

I heard Rachel whisper excitedly and I cued Brad to start as I sang the words on my sheet.

I struggled with the higher pitched notes, but Rachel and Sam seemed to think I did really well.

Rachel started highlighting her paper immediately after Sam finished singing.

"Boys, I'm pink, Sam is blue, and Mike is green." She said, referring to the different colored highlighters used on the lyrics sheet.

"Only highlight your parts on your individual papers. I'll be seeing you two tomorrow afternoon."

She finished highlighting her part on her sheet and left the extra one for us to copy along with our highlighters.

I looked at the highlighted paper. It was a rainbow if green, blue, and pink. Mainly green. I audibly gulped.

Sam chuckled when he saw my expression. I shot him a glare and started highlighting along with him.

*/Glee\*

Rachel's P.o.V

I smirked to myself as I left the auditorium. Michael is going to thank me later.

I walked to Noah pickup truck. It was exactly where he said it would be.

He hadn't changed since I saw him dancing.

I slid my bag into the backseat and jumped (Literally) into the passenger side of the truck.

Noah was singing softly along to a song on the radio.

"How was booty camp?" I asked him.

"Fine." He replied quietly.

"I saw you dancing." I mumbled.

He just nodded.

"You were very good."

I slid over and rested my hand on his bicep.

He leaned away and rested his head on the window.

"I'm not in the mood, babe."

If he's rejecting my advances, something must be terribly wrong.

I placed my head on his upper arm and placed my hand on his knee.

"What's the matter?"

He chuckled and put his hand over mine, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.

"Nothing just tired."

Liar. Noah Puckerman never let exhaustion get the best of him.

"Don't lie to me. I'll never judge you, Noah."

I look up to find him looking out the windshield intensely.

"I hear Shelby's in town. Gonna start work at McKinley next Monday."

I honestly don't know why that would really matter to hi- oh. Oh. Beth.

I bring his hand up and lightly kiss each of his knuckles.

"Are you going to- um… try to see…" I trailed off.

He knew exactly whom I was talking about.

"Yeah. I think I'm gonna try."

"Would you like me to co-"

"No! I don't need you there! For fucks sake! I'm just going to meet a fucking kid! You don't need to come!"

I flinched away and slid to the other side of the cab.

Tears threatened to fall as I watched Noah stare at his hands and a few tears dripped from his own eyes and landed on his hands. We both watched the first few glide, leaving shiny tracks in their wake.

"I'm sorry." He whispered hoarsely.

"I-it's alright. I understand." I urged

"No, It's not okay and you don't understand."

"You're frustrated and-"

"You don't know shit! You don't have a kid who's gonna hate you for the rest of her life. You're not gonna grow up wondering what it would be like to really be there for her. Teach her how to ride a bike, sing her to sleep when she has a nightmare, be something more to her than just a helper in making her."

We were both silent.

"You're right. I don't understand, but I want to. Tell me what it feels like. Why you think you feel that way, but before you do, I'll let you in on a little adopted baby secret.

"You may think you let her down, but Beth is in the best hands she can possibly be in. When she's younger, she won't understand, but when she grows up, she'll thank you every single night because you did what you knew was right. Not for you, but for her. You gave her the best life she could've. Even though it kills you inside – and she may hurt sometimes too – you gave her up. That doesn't mean you gave up on her, it means you're looking after her even though you may feel like you're not and failing as a father by doing so. Noah. You're the best father Beth could ever have."

As I talked, I moved closer to him. Now, I caressed his cheek and brought his mouth to mine in a soft kiss. I pulled away and looked into his eyes, wiping away his tears.

Suddenly, his lips crashed into mine and he held my face between his hands. He clung to me desperately. I quickly complied with his fast-paced kisses.

He moved down my jaw and spoke between kisses.

"Emptiness… Big black void… Can't stop… Thinking about her… You… Make it… better… wish… you were… my… baby momma… sweet little… show tune singing… Jewish babies…"

He let out a humorless chuckle.

I moaned softly when he bit down on my collarbone. He growled in response.

"We need to… your house." was all I could summon.

I quickly jumped away from Noah ignoring my urge to put on the seatbelt as he sped out of the parking lot.

I spent the whole drive back to his place staring at him as he kept his eyes ahead breaking almost all traffic laws.

He told me to wait once we pulled into his driveway. He walked around and picked me up bridal style and walked towards his front door.

"Han's home. We gotta be quiet." He whispered when we entered his home.

"I'm headed upstairs, Hanna!" He quickly raced up the stairs and into his room.

He locked the door behind him and laid me down on his bed.

He got up and walked to the bottom corner of his bed.

"What're you doing?" I whined

"So beautiful." He whispered to himself as her slid the black Mary Jane's off my feet followed by my red socks.

He ran his hands up and down my calves then brought them up to tickle the back of my knees causing me to squirm and heat to pool between my legs.

I sat up and reached for Noah, grabbing his shoulders and yanking him down on top of me.

A little voice in the back of my mind's telling me that he's emotionally unstable and that it shouldn't happen like this.

But he's kissing, nipping, and sucking the skin right there under my ear.

Suddenly, he stops and I can feel his hot breath on my ear.

"I love you so much." I hear him whisper sweetly.

The room's quiet. Almost like an audience is waiting so anxiously for my answer, but the only audience is Noah.

At that moment, I've never wanted something so much. I've also never been so sure of something. Now isn't the right time.

*/Glee\*

Puck's P.o.V

Silence followed my confession.

I felt Rachel tense underneath me.

A couple more seconds pass.

I finally roll off of her as realization hits me.

"You don't love me." I state quietly.

I feel like a chick. A goddamned rejected pussy.

I feel Rachel sit behind me and rest her hands around my torso and her head on my shoulder.

"No. You don't love me."

What? That makes no fucking sense.

"Yes I do! I just told you so and now you're telling me I don't mean it!"

She lets out a dramatic sigh.

"I-you're… I love you too, Noah."

I smirk.

"You don't sound so convincing, Rae."

"You're such an ass, Noah, and I love it."

I chuckle.

She starts biting and sucking on the skin under my ear.

"I love you so much."

She whispers and we both start laughing.

"I'm hungry."

She states matter-of-factly.

"Let's go get some grub." I say, standing up and helping Rachel to her feet.

*/Glee\*

This was just some fun-ness I felt I owed you guys for making you wait so long for Ch. 7. I think next chapter Shue's niece and nephew are coming… not so sure yet.

I appreciate all the reviews. SuzQQ, your one shot should be up by next week. Those kinds of stories are usually multi-chap, so it's pretty long…

The 100th reviewer also gets a one shot. I'm trying to add more stories and all that crap.

Xoxo

~A