So I'm prepping for graduation (15 days!) and I've been a slacker at this. Here's a big ole chapter for your patience!
Rachel was beginning to think the plan was a bust and the Puckermans hadn't even come in town yet. She came straight from work on Thursday night to wash her clothes and pack her and Eli's things for the weekend. She and Hannah had a bit of a plan forming, but Puck was adamant about watching the game with Finn the next day. They even had a mini-argument about it on their ways home from work.
"Rach, I had a long week. You saw that. Why the hell would I want to sit and make small talk with Peter?" Rachel's plan was that Peter, Puck, and Eli would hang out over at Puck's house on Friday and that Rebecca and Hannah would be at her apartment. It would give Peter the perfect opportunity to request for Puck's approval and give them some bonding time.
"Honey, I understand. But I want to do a girls night with your mom and sister and what's poor Peter going to do all alone?"
"That's not my problem." Puck said.
"Noah, it's absolutely ridiculous how you're acting. Not once have I heard you offer to extend an invitation to even allow Peter to watch this oh so important game with you. Can't you and Finn talk about it over the phone instead of him coming over? I just don't understand the big deal when you have family coming in."
"First off, the family I have coming in will be with you. Secondly, I'm not calling Finn to chat about the game over the phone. That's gay. Thirdly—"
"That's gay? And what exactly is that supposed to mean Noah? I think it is completely disrespectful to use that terminology when you know—"
"Rachel, I'm not getting into this with you. I don't understand the big fucking deal about watching one game with my best friend. I'm not fucking spending any bonding time with Peter. I'll see you later." And he hung up.
Rachel could tell he was mad and she knew some of it stemmed from Puck's disdain for his own father. He was probably thinking that Peter would break Rebecca's heart like his father did. Rachel couldn't tell the future, but Peter seemed like a sweet man and genuinely in love with Rebecca. Furthermore, Rachel had already told Peter that the "plan" was a go—he'd spend time with Puck on Friday and propose to Rebecca on Saturday. Rachel had already made reservations at a very nice restaurant downtown and prompted Peter on romantic and private locations where he could quickly kneel down and seal the deal. Hannah would be staying at Puck's house with them so that Peter and Rebecca could celebrate through the night (Hannah was pissed that Rachel actually said that aloud to her). Then on Sunday, they'd all have brunch before they got back on the road to Lima.
The plan would have been perfect, but Puck was really messing up the flow. She had to find a way to convince him without using her body (he was rude during their argument earlier, so he didn't deserve sex from her anyway) and without spilling the beans about the real plan in motion. But Puck was just as stubborn as she could be at times, and if he was that mad about Peter just now he definitely wasn't changing his mind. Her best bet was to leave Puck no choice but to spend time with Peter on Friday. That meant she had to get Finn out the picture.
Knowing Finn well, she couldn't just directly tell him what was going on. Somehow or another, Finn would definitely warn Puck. And he wouldn't take Rachel just telling him to find something else to do on Friday night. Whatever distraction she came up with, she couldn't even execute it herself. The first thing Finn would tell Puck would be "Rachel told/did/made… " She had to call in some backup.
"Knitting in preparation for your mother-in-law?" Santana answered. Rachel rolled her eyes and plopped on the couch.
"So, I didn't tell you the whole story about Rebecca coming into town." Of course she didn't! Santana, although she would never admit it, was just as talkative as Rachel. Sometimes Santana wouldn't even realize she said too much.
"I talked to Puck a little while ago. He's pissed about you wanting him to spend time with Rebecca's man. He has no idea you have something up your sleeve though like I do. What's going on? Is it something pathetic like the guy asking Puck if he could marry Rebecca? That would be hilarrrrrious." Santana said, laughing at her own comment.
"Well, you hit it right on the head. Peter wants to propose Saturday."
"Shut up Berry. Get the fuck out of here! God damn, I'm good! I thought you were supposed to be the psychic one."
"Santana do you really think it's a bad idea?"
"For that man to be—"
"His name is Peter." Rachel interrupted.
"Peter, geez. You must have a hard on for him too. Anyway, for Peter to be alone with Puck asking to marry Rebecca? Puck has daddy issues. Unless you can work some of your psychobabble on him, I don't think he's going to react well to this."
"How bad you think it'll be Santana?" This whole plan seemed like more and more of a bad idea each minute.
"Not horrible. But it won't be easy for Peter either. Maybe it'll do Puck some good. Maybe he'll kill the poor man. Who knows?"
"Your insight is so helpful." Rachel said sarcastically.
"I mean, why involve Puck anyway? So he gets pissy because his mom gets engaged. Why the fuck do we care?"
"Because I think it would be ten times worse if he doesn't know before. I mean, maybe this would be a chance for Puck to talk man to man with someone who truly cares about his mother."
"Alright, so what's the problem besides Puck potentially breaking everything in his sight when he hears Peter's little speech?"
"The fact that he's refusing to do it in the first place! Didn't you just talk to him?"
"Cut the attitude and dramatics Berry. It's not my fault I don't understand this retarded story. I'm in California, not Columbus." Santana snapped. Rachel took a deep breath. She was already getting too riled up over the situation.
"I apologize. Noah's refusing to meet with Peter because he has to watch a game with Finn. My plan is to distract Finn with something else so that Noah will have no choice but to meet with Peter. I can't even mention this to Finn because well—it's Finn—and he'll go right back to Puck with anything I tell him."
"And you need my expertise. Well, the only thing a man will probably overlook sports for is sex. Do you have any—no you don't have any friends. Uh..."
"Too bad you weren't here." Rachel mumbled.
"I almost resent that. Mostly I don't though because it's a nod to me being a sex goddess. There's a few Cheerios that now go to OSU. Let me see if I can work something out. What's in this for me?"
"Aren't we good enough friends to do favors without rewards?"
"I don't work for free. This is worthy of an IOU. I'll cash it in at the appropriate time. Call you back when I'm finished." Santana said and hung up. Rachel could breathe a little easier. Santana and the Cheerios were almost like a sorority, with Santana being the mean, demanding pledge sister. Whatever she wanted got done by someone.
She put another load in the washer and went into her bedroom to change the sheets. It was a little unsettling to think that Rebecca and Peter would be consummating their engagement in her bed. She made sure she left another pair of sheets in plain sight. Rachel went to her nightstand drawer to get the vibrator out before she forgot.
About an hour later, her phone rang from the kitchen. She was in her bathroom scrubbing out her (already clean) bathtub. She pulled off her gloves and ran to catch it before it went to voicemail.
"Hello?" She didn't even look at the name.
"Finn officially has a hot date with Brandi McIntosh. Am I good or am I good?" Santana said proudly.
"That's excellent Santana. Thanks so much."
"No prob. You just owe me and I plan to cash that in at the opportunity to embarrass you the most. Got an exam tomorrow, deuces." Santana said and hung up.
Rachel thought the Peter/Puck issue was handled until she got over to his house that night. She'd finally finished prepping her apartment and made it over just in time to eat dinner with her guys. Puck mumbled a "hey" to her when she walked in, but Eli jumped from the table and ran over to her. At least she got a warm greeting from one of them. She didn't know what kind of battle she'd be having with Puck that night so seeing Eli softened her up.
"Daddy made chicken nuggets for you. I know you're enjoying that! Finish dinner sweetie and we'll play." Rachel said. She sent a warm smile over to Puck, but his face was unmoving. She couldn't understand why he was still so upset about earlier. If anyone should have been mad, it was her!
"Finish up dinner. I'll be right back." Rachel heard Puck say. She was in Eli's room, unpacking some of his toys and clothes, and heard his footsteps approaching. He walked into the room and leaned against the doorframe.
"I'm not sure why you're treating me like this Noah. It's a bit immature." Rachel said, continuing to unpack.
"What's the big deal with this Peter thing that you got Finn out of it?" Rachel was thankful her back was turned. She didn't expect him to say that. She didn't know if he knew for sure or was just speculating. She put on her best annoyed/confused face and whipped around to face him.
"Noah, you're really besides yourself today. I don't know if you had a bad day at work or what, but you've been attacking me the entire day. Should I just go back home tonight?" She wondered if he realized she never addressed his accusations. At least she wasn't lying.
"There's a salad for you in the fridge. I'm going to take a shower." Puck walked away and closed his bedroom door behind him.
As Rachel ate dinner with Eli, the guilt was gnawing at her. It was obvious that being alone with Peter was really making Puck unravel. Instead of being honest and upfront with him, she kept tweaking the plan to make it work. Hopefully it would all be worth it. What if Rebecca didn't even say yes? The thought made Rachel's stomach knot up.
Puck never came out the room for the rest of the night. Rachel could hear the television in his bedroom playing. She figured she'd spend time with Eli and let Puck simmer down. Hopefully he'd be easy to talk to once Eli was fast asleep. When the moment came, Rachel was almost nervous to walk in the room. She truly didn't want to have any more arguments with him that night.
"I'm going to take a shower." She announced.
"Kay." Puck didn't take his eyes off the TV to even look at her. It made Rachel feel crummy. She took a quick shower and resolved to drop some kind of hint that would alert Puck to the magnitude of the situation. She wanted him to know that she just wasn't trying to force Puck to hang out with Peter, it was actually for something serious. She used his favorite body wash of hers (she said she wouldn't convince him with her body, but it didn't mean she couldn't seduce his senses) and slipped on a nightie (that wasn't made to be sexy, but it showed enough skin that it was). And when she walked out of the bathroom, Puck was nowhere to be found. She walked out into the living room and saw him in his pantry, talking on the phone.
"Yeah, we meet there. But I can't stay—I'm in my pantry man. I think my son ate all the Doritos! No, she's busy tomorrow. My mom and sister are coming in, I told you that. They've got some type of girls' night or some shit." Rachel wasn't really eavesdropping because she was totally in plain sight. She figured he was either talking to Victor or Alan.
"Yeah they're close. Shut up man. I mean the potential's there if we don't kill each other over this weekend. Alright. Later dude." Puck hung up and pushed around bags of chips in his pantry. He finally retrieved what he wanted and stepped out. She could have sworn he jumped when he saw her standing there.
"Are you still mad?" Rachel asked softly.
"No. Since Finn has a date now, I'm gonna meet Vic over at the bar. I'll watch the game there." Puck said with a grin. It was his defiant grin, not his sex grin. She saw that particular grin in Eli at times. He didn't know exactly what Rachel had planned, but Puck had to know that he was really messing things up. He tried to walk past her and Rachel grabbed his arm.
"You're infuriating Noah Puckerman. Can you give me one solid reason why you're being so difficult about spending time with Peter?"
"I can give you three. I don't like him. I don't know him. And I have plans." Puck began to walk around her but Rachel stood in his way. She narrowed her eyes at him to know she meant business.
"I know that you feel that no man is good enough for your mom. You think that every man will hurt her like your father did. But Pet—"
"You don't know a thing about the guy Rachel. You met him once. And don't come in my face trying to psychoanalyze me. I didn't know that you being a theater major gave you license to tell me what the hell I think." Puck snapped. She repeatedly told herself not to take his words personally because he was mad, but those words really hurt. Puck sat the bag of chips down and pulled her into his arms. She was already crying a steady flow of tears.
"Rachel, babe. Please stop crying. I'm being too—"
"Rude? Mean? Harsh? Noah this is stressing me out! You have no idea how much you working against me on this is—" Rachel cried harder, making the rest of her words unintelligible. Puck let her get all her crying done, then he lead her to the couch and sat with her.
"What's going on Rachel? There's more to this and you're not letting me know." Puck said matter-of-factly. Rachel could tell he was holding himself on a short leash, probably so she wouldn't start crying again.
"Peter has got to be your mom's most serious relationship since your dad left. You have to admit it. The man is great with your mother and your sister adores him just as much." Rachel said, wiping her last tears from her eyes. Puck looked at her blankly, waiting for the rest.
"Noah, I want you to admit that." Rachel said. Noah balled up his fists then released.
"He seems like a good guy—sure. But my dad was the greatest man on earth to me, and we know how that turned out."
"True. But besides that dinner in January, you don't know that much about Peter. You guys got along great then. Try to really get to know him more this weekend, that's all I ask. Rebecca's absolutely smitten with him Noah. And your mom, with all she's done for you, Hannah, and even me over the years—she deserves all the happiness she can get." Silence hung in the air. Rachel would try to hold out for his response before she spoke again.
"How long do I have to be alone with him?" Puck said sourly. Rachel grinned and leaped onto his lap. Puck caught her in his arms, rubbing his hands all over Rachel's exposed skin. She wrapped her arms around him and Puck inhaled at the side of her neck. Rachel knew her secret weapons would come in handy one way or another.
"I love you Noah. I knew you'd come around!" Rachel squealed.
"I never said I was gonna bullshit like I did at dinner that time. If I do this, it's gonna be man-to-man. And I'm not giving any reports back about how things went."
"Will you at least give me a hint as to how things went?" Rachel asked. Puck rolled his eyes.
"I'll give you a hint babe. And… ugh I'm sorry about earlier. I was a dick." Puck said. Rachel smiled at him.
"I forgive you. I know I've been a little intense about this Peter thing, but I'm glad you made the right decision." She gave him a peck on the lips, which Puck easily turned into a full-blown makeout session. When Puck pulled off her nightie in one motion, she resolved that having sex with him was fully tolerable because she wasn't using her body to convince him anymore. But if Rachel was honest with herself, she would have known that she couldn't resist makeup sex with her man.
She awoke the next morning tangled in the mess of covers with Puck's heavy arm wrapped around her. She couldn't get up if she tried. Puck hated to be woken up before his alarm went off, so Rachel just laid there thinking about the day's agenda. She and Puck would go to work and Eli would go to daycare. She was thinking that once the Puckermans arrived, she'd cook dinner at Puck's house. Then she, Rebecca, and Hannah would go over to her apartment while Puck had guy time with Peter. Rachel knew not to plan after that point because who knew how Peter and Puck's chat would affect the rest of the weekend.
"What are you thinking about?" Puck asked, pulling her even closer towards him. She thought he was still sleeping.
"Nothing important."
"Thinking about how we fucked on the couch last night?"
"Actually, I wasn't. But that's a good thought to move onto. Now I have to make sure out there is clean again."
"No, you're not cleaning my house too woman. Shit's fine. It's not like the President is coming into town. Just my mom." Puck rolled out of bed and stretched. Rachel admired the physique of the fine man before her.
"You're totally checking me out babe." Puck said with a smirk. "But don't worry, we'll have round two tonight. And, we'll use that vibrator."
"Who says I'll be in the mood?" Rachel asked. Puck narrowed his eyes at her and walked towards the bathroom.
"That sounds like a challenge Berry."
Puck's good mood was a complete change from the day before and Rachel was glad. Maybe he needed the reality check from the night before. Something must have sparked something in him, because when Rachel got back to his house that afternoon he was home and dressed casually. Eli ran out of his room waving a DVD at her. Rachel sat her purse on the counter and picked up her son, eying her boyfriend in the kitchen.
"You're not happy to see us home?" Puck asked. Rachel walked over to him and sat Eli on the counter. He was going on and on about his new Backyardigan's DVD.
"Why are you home early?" Rachel asked, kissing Puck.
"I should ask you the same thing! You're not supposed to be home for at least another hour. I came home early to make sure you weren't gonna clean anything up for Batty Becca's visit. And I wanted to season up some meat. I'll grill tonight. That way you won't try to overwork yourself trying to impress people who are already in love with you." Puck said.
"You're amazing Noah." Rachel said, kissing him quickly. She tickled Eli and kissed him on the cheek. She certainly hoped everyone's good mood lasted throughout the weekend.
"Son, I have to say that your house looks really nice. Tidy. Rachel must be staying over more often." Rebecca teased, winking at Rachel. You could tell Rebecca was still blissfully happy that the two had gotten back together. Rachel wondered why Rebecca hadn't asked about when Rachel would move in.
"This is a really great neighborhood. You guys must not have any problems out here." Peter commented. He and Rebecca were sitting at the kitchen bar. Rachel was standing next to Puck in the kitchen, so she gave him a very subtle nudge.
"Yeah, it's quiet around here. It's boring too. But I guess that's the tradeoff for having a safe place for Eli to play." Puck said. Rachel never knew the reasoning behind his house location. When she first saw it, she was impressed with the quietness of the neighborhood but always thought Noah chose it because of the architecture of the place.
"It's a great time to buy now. You and Rachel should just go ahead and buy a house." Rebecca said.
"Ma—lay off." Puck said seriously. Hannah came through the patio door with a screaming Eli in her arms. Rachel rushed out the kitchen and received her crying son.
"What'd you do Hannah?" Puck asked. Rachel tried to calm Eli by rocking him back and forth.
"I didn't do anything! Eli ran into a tree. I've got to say, he's totally your son. Didn't you say Noah used to do that all the time Ma?"
"You surely did." Rebecca said to Puck. He put down the seasoning and washed his hands so he could tend to Eli. Rachel was doing perfectly fine at calming him down, but as soon as Puck came over and extended his arms, Eli leaned towards his father.
"He's fine. Be careful Eli. Go show Aunt Hannah how play basketball." Puck said to the toddler, setting him down on the ground. Eli broke out into another run and Hannah chased right after him. Rachel was a little annoyed because she didn't give Eli's head a full check. Puck noticed and gave her a peck to distract her.
"Chill out Rach. He's fine." He winked at her and went back into the kitchen. Rebecca watched the scene with wide eyes, as if she had just found a pot of treasure. Even Rachel had to admit that it was a little creepy, but she was happy that Rebecca was so happy with them. Rachel just hoped Rebecca's weekend would get even better. Rachel decided to set the ball in motion.
"So after dinner, we're going to have a girls night over at my apartment. What would you like to do Rebecca?"
"How exciting. This is like a true vacation! Whatever you have in mind sweetie. What's Peter going to do?" Rebecca tapped her companion's leg. Rachel was the only one who caught Puck's look of disgust. She narrowed her eyes at him and waited for his response.
"Oh, we can hang out over here and watch the game." It took Puck an awful long time to say. Rebecca's eyes widened with surprise. She knew that wasn't Puck's idea on his own and Rachel could see the gears working in Rebecca's head. She was trying to figure out what was going on.
"Thanks Noah. That sounds excellent. Which reminds me, I brought some stuff for you, Rachel, and Eli. I'll go grab it from the car." Peter said. As soon as Peter closed the front door behind him, Rebecca started her questions.
"What's going on?" Rebecca asked.
"Aren't you getting serious with the guy? I need to have one chance to grill him out of your presence. I want to be rude, but I can't in front of Rachel. I'm more afraid of her than I am of you." Puck replied. Rebecca looked at Rachel for the real story. The Puckerman's had an uncanny way of extracting the truth from her, no matter how straight her face and voice were.
"How'd you get him to agree to this?" Rebecca asked.
"Easily. There was nowhere else for Peter to go if we were having girls night. Noah is not the barbarian that he makes himself out to be. He did fight me about it, but your son knows how blissfully happy Peter makes you. You guys are obviously so in love. If he makes you that happy, we all need to take out special time to get to know him and thank him. You deserve it Rebecca." Rachel said. Rebecca got up and hugged Rachel, sniffling a little.
"You are the sweetest thing. I cannot wait until Noah officially makes you a daughter of mine." Rebecca whispered and hugged Rachel tighter. "You are the best thing that happened to my son."
Peter walked back into the house and Rachel and Rebecca turned around, both wiping away the tears pricking at their eyes. Peter looked at Puck for an explanation.
"I wasn't gone for more than 2 minutes, at maximum, and both of you are crying?" Peter asked, holding three gift bags.
"Get used to it." Puck mumbled.
"I didn't know you bought them gifts. Peter, I hope you didn't spend too much!" Rebecca exclaimed.
"Really, I won't accept it!" Rachel said.
"Nonsense. I hope Eli likes his gift. I haven't bought kids gifts in a long time. But I do have an idea of what you two would like." Peter said, extending a tall bag to Rachel and a wider gift bag to Puck. Rachel could immediately tell it was a bottle of wine in her bag. She hugged and thanked him for it. Puck peeked into his bag and grinned.
"A good old bottle of JD. And it's a single barrel signature. Thanks man!" Puck said genuinely.
"I figured you'd appreciate a good bottle of your favorite." Peter said, sitting back at the bar. Rebecca went back to her seat and Rachel went back into the kitchen next to Puck. She didn't know if Peter was coached or not, but he was doing a fine job at wooing Puck all on his own. Rachel decided that she didn't need to run any interference for the rest of the night.
Before she knew it, Puck was kicking the females out before the game started. Rachel still hadn't figured out what important game it was (or even what sport was playing), but she didn't hesitate to leave the two men alone. She had to admit that she'd love to be a fly on the wall for the conversation though.
Rachel could feel Rebecca glancing at her during the drive to her apartment. They hadn't been inside Rachel's door for a minute before Rebecca launched into her questions.
"Have you and Noah even discussed marriage?" Rebecca asked.
"Ma, leave Rachel alone. Noah will kill you when he finds out you've been asking Rachel these wedding questions again." Hannah fussed.
"Nonsense. Whatever happens during our girls night will stay here. We'll pretend it's like Vegas. Now, answer the question Rachel." Rebecca said.
"Rebecca, we have a couple hours at least for this. Wouldn't you like to get settled in first? Change and get relaxed?"
"Fine. But it's a simple question Rachel. Either you have or you haven't." Rebecca said. Hannah groaned at her mother, mumbling "Batty Becca" to herself. She may not have been bothering Hannah as much, but concentration on Peter couldn't even keep Rebecca from fretting about Rachel and Noah.
"No, not extensively. Not much at all, actually." Rachel said.
"Hmm." Rebecca said knowingly. Rachel had no idea what the sound meant, but she didn't question it.
"You and Peter will have my room. Hannah you'll be in Eli's room. Make yourselves at home." Rachel said enthusiastically. Even though Rebecca was a little intense, she was the closest thing Rachel had to a mother and Hannah was the closest thing she had to a sister. She loved having them around. Hannah finished changing first and ran to sit next to Rachel.
"You think Noah's killed Peter yet?" Hannah whispered.
"I thought they were getting along pretty well." Rachel whispered back. Hannah scoffed.
"Yeah, cause Peter didn't mention marriage yet. And he softened Noah up with that gift. Hopefully my brother won't take it like Peter was trying to buy him off."
"No, hopefully he doesn't drink the Jack Daniels. He may really get aggressive then." Rachel said. "But yeah, I'll make cookies tomorrow for you guys. You can help."
Rachel smoothly changed the subject as Rebecca walked out. She appeared to not notice the sudden shift in conversation and Rachel was relieved.
"Took you long enough to change ma. Were you already snooping around Rachel's room?" Hannah asked. Rebecca narrowed her eyes at her youngest child.
"I was simply admiring your room. This whole apartment is stunning. Your fathers must pay a fortune for rent. Makes no sense to have your apartment and Noah's house." Rebecca commented as Hannah flipped through the stations. Rachel didn't really have anything for girls night planned, but it looked like it would be an interview with Rebecca and Hannah teasing her about it along the way.
"Mom, you're beating around the bush. When are you and my brother moving in together? That, at least, could happen in the near future." Hannah asked. Rachel groaned internally. So, the both of them would be conducting the interview. Great. She wondered how Puck was fairing.
"My lease is up in June. I know we'll discuss that when it gets closer to then. Right now, my main focus is finishing up this last semester and graduating. Then I'll need to tackle finding a job. Noah and I are content right now. There's no immediate rush on anything." Rachel explained.
"Well, when you two do get married I think you should consider being a stay at home mom. Or just work part time. If anything, Noah's a provider. He'll make a way to ensure you and Eli have everything you need. Not that he's struggling now." Rebecca explained.
"I just can't wait until you have another baby!" Hannah exclaimed. The conversation was getting too outlandish and Rachel knew she had to bring them back to Earth.
"Trust me, Eli will be an only child for at least 5 more years. I'm glad you got all your questions out about Noah and I because I'm cutting you off for the rest of the weekend." Rachel said jokingly, even though she was 100% serious. Rebecca had the nerve to look ashamed.
"I just can't help it Rachel. But enough about that—let me tell you what Mrs. Rosenberg is up to at the temple." Rebecca started on her temple gossip and they talked nonstop for the rest of the evening. Rachel hadn't even noticed how much time had passed until there was a knock at the door. She ran to the door and saw a tired looking Peter through the peephole. Rachel quickly checked for torn clothes or facial bruises, but saw none. So at least they didn't get into a fight.
"Hello Rachel. Noah's waiting for you downstairs." Peter announced. Rebecca rushed over to Peter and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"How was my son? I've been worried about you since we left." Rebecca said. Hannah made puking gestures behind them, but kept quiet to hear the story. Rachel stood around too so she'd know what kind of attitude to have with Noah.
"Nothing to worry about. Noah and I seem to be on the same wavelength. We both want you all to be happy." Peter said. Rachel was relieved, but she knew there was way more to the story than that. She said goodnight, rushed outside, and hopped into Noah's SUV.
"How was—"
"You've been keeping this from me. I asked you what was going on and you didn't tell me that he was planning on marrying my mother!" Puck exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down. Eli's sleeping." Rachel said sternly. "And it wasn't my place to just come out and tell you. Peter wanted to talk to you about it and—"
"Peter's not my girlfriend, you are! So you've been helping plan a proposal for my mother for over a week now and didn't bother to tell me or hint around."
"You obviously can't handle knowing. I'm getting really annoyed, to say the least, by your tantrums. You're acting like Eli. I never lied to you about it, I just didn't tell you. Peter asked Hannah and he wanted to ask you too. Who was I to ruin that?"
"This is why you were stressing the talk so much." Puck mumbled to himself.
"I just hope you didn't lash out on him like you're lashing out on me. I mean, is this how you act at work when something doesn't go your way?" Rachel knew she was pushing buttons.
"Don't patronize me Rachel. I just didn't like the idea of my girlfriend leaving me out on the loop for a big surprise like this."
"I did feel guilty about it. I almost told you last night."
"I remember. And the shitty thing about it was that I actually kind of figured something like this would happen this weekend, but I just knew you'd warn me. I mean, I'm not really mad. I'm just way surprised. Like I'm-still-not-sure-if-I-actually-like-this surprised."
"But you consented anyway, right?"
"Of course. I knew you'd cut my balls off and leave me if I didn't. Just know, that when we get married we're fucking eloping. I'll send your dads a text message, but fuck all that meeting in person and question asking shit."
To hear those words, even laced with profanity, made Rachel's heart soar.
I smell a Puck/Peter outtake coming up soon! :)
