Suggested listening: Dreams, Fleetwood Mac; Let the Rain, Sara Bareilles; Something Happened on the Way to Heaven, Phil Collins; Love Me Do, The Beatles; All We Are, OneRepublic; If Only, Fink; The Scientist, Coldplay; Happy Ending, Mika

A.N. Thank you as always for your patience! I could make these shorter and update more frequently - let me know if you'd rather that...

Chapter 13: All We Are

Early August

Rachel sat on the floor, looking warily at the boxes under her bed. It's August. August. School is starting. And Noah Puckerman is going to be here.

"Rachel? Pumpkin, what on earth are you doing?" Dan peered in around the doorjam. "Will, honey, I need you over here."

"No!" Rachel glared at her father. "Daddy, I'm -"

Will rolled his eyes at his husband and entered the room. "You okay, baby girl?"

"Yes, I'm - " You're what, Rachel? Why bother hiding? She bit her lip, looking up at her fathers. "I think so? I just - I'm realizing that I am about to embark on the next step in my life. And..." She gestured at the boxes and stood. "So is he. Here. Somewhere."

"Sweetheart, it's easy enough to find out where." Dan raised a brow. "Unless you want to tell me you don't have everything he ever sent you in there."

And a few things he didn't. "No, Dad, it's not that. It's...I had such a lovely summer. I spent time with you and Daddy, explored the city, enjoyed Lori's company -"

" - and the company of the young gentlemen you find at the clubs and bars Lori and you go to?" Will watched her cross the room to the window. "You're finding your feet, baby girl, why not confront things now?"

"Because I don't see the use, Daddy. I told him that there were no guarantees when he arrived in New York. And I meant it." Whether he took me seriously or not. She turned to meet his gaze. "I'm in a good place. I'm not taking on anything too serious. Grad school will be enough of a challenge, especially since I'm still working at the Prom."

"Well, we're not here to force the issue, sweetheart. I'm just not used to seeing you sit still." Dan shrugged, smiling.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I resent that. I'm much more still than I had been, by your request, I might add. And I've enjoyed it. You can't tell me my schedule is insane anymore. I'm even going to see the movie at Bryant Park alone tonight!"

"No, you're right, baby girl." Will snagged an arm around Dan's waist. "I might tell you you're insane for taking the risk of him turning up unexpectedly, but that's your call." He raised a brow. "Sure you're making the right one?"

"It is." It has to be. "And he won't. If Noah is coming here for me, he's thinking Juilliard, and I'm going to an entirely different school. What could go wrong?"

Will squeezed Dan against him and smiled.

Late August...

Noah rubbed a hand over his grin. This is fucking insane...He leaned against the wall, watching the door.

"Get to class, Noah." Rachel brushed past him. Please, before I lose my mind.

"I intend to. Right after I say a proper hello." He moved towards her. Or as proper I can in public...Those skirts...not as short but they still make me crazy...

Don't. She started down the hall and held up a hand. "Noah. I just can't -"

He ate up the distance to walk next to her. "You were expecting me at Juilliard, weren't you? I was expecting you at Juilliard, so I - I came here. And there you are. Fuck, Rach, there you are." I wanted a sign, didn't I? He shook his head again, gently laying a hand on her bare arm. Fuck, I missed the feel of your skin...Thank you, August heat..."Don't you get it? I tried to avoid you, you tried to avoid me, and we end up right in front of each other. You don't think that means anything." Come on, Rach...Don't tell me you feel nothing when I touch you...His gaze dropped to her mouth.

Rachel caught her breath, a shock through her system. Just the feel of his touch, the look in his eyes...damn it, Rachel...She shrugged him off and kept moving. "No, I don't think it means anything other than that we're both serious about our careers and are looking for the best school." I can't think it means anything other than that...

Give me a fucking break. He blew out a breath, shaking his head. "Rachel, come on, you can't tell me -"

"- anything, Noah, I can't tell you anything. This is my office." She opened a door to her right and ducked in, closing it behind her. Damn it, damn him...

Well, shit. Noah picked up his cell, dialing with a grin.

Will frowned as his cell vibrated across the desk. He glanced up at the clock. "Hello?"

"Hi, Will, it's Noah. How are you?" Hopefully free for a call...Noah paced the hall, finding a corner to tuck himself into. I can talk and still see her. Perfect.

"Noah! I'm well, how are you?" Will took his glasses off, laying them on the desk. "Did you settle in all right? Classes starting today?"

"Yup. Classes started today." He grinned broadly. "Including my Musical Theory class." Also known as my favorite class.

"Oh, don't even tell me -" Will pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Rach is going to be a great TA." Noah stifled a chuckle. And I don't mean tits and ass. Those are already fucking perfect.

I cannot believe this. Rachel sank heavily into her chair, carefully placing the cards in a pile on her desk. I just - in all the world...She picked up her phone, massaging her temples as she dialed.

"Noah..." Will shook his head.

Aww, come on! He sighed. "Will, I swear I didn't bother her during class."

"No, not during, just after?" Will rolled his eyes as his phone beeped. "Call waiting, hold on a second." He clicked over. "Hello, Willia-"

"Daddy, he's in my class!" Rachel pressed hard at the pressure point in her palm. My head is going to explode..."Noah Puckerman is at NYU."

Will bit his lip. "Are you all right?"

"I - I think I am?" Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, opening them again. I feel intact...physically, at least..."I just - I can't figure out what to do..."

"Can you hold on, baby girl? I have another call on the line, actually."

He's working, Rachel, you know this! She sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I'll just -"

"No, just hold on, Rachel, I'll be right back." Blowing out a breath, he clicked back over. "Noah, I have to take this call."

"It's Rach, isn't it." Noah pushed off the wall, peering down the hallway. It's gotta be. "I just tried to talk to her, Will, that's all. She wouldn't even stop walking."

Will groaned. "Noah, what happened to giving her space to figure it out?"

"But she was right there, Will, after we both tried so hard to stay away from each other. I - it was like a sign, and I just couldn't let it go." Not again. Not this time. He leaned to the right. Damn, can't see her.

Rachel drummed her fingers on the desk. Wait. The other line. He - would he - She hung up and hit redial.

"Noah - " Will frowned at his phone. "Call waiting. Hold on." He sighed and clicked over. "Rachel, just -"

I knew it. She frowned. "It's Noah. The other line."

Will rolled his eyes again. "Yes. Do you want to hold on? I'll conference him in?"

"Daddy! No!" Rachel pressed a hand to her churning stomach. Joint therapy with Noah? "Absolutely not." She bit her lip. Don't ask, Rachel, don't you - "What is he saying?"

"What an excellent TA you're going to be." He stood from his desk to pour himself a scotch.

Noah paced the hall. Shit, Puckerman, go knock on her door and you can conference call. He hung up, dialing Will back.

She smoothed a strand of hair through her hands over and over. I'm sure that's all he said. Not that he's going to be there every other day, watching and waiting for me. "Did you tell him to change sections? Because honestly, I don't see how this could work out."

"Rachel -"

That makes you sound incompetent! She covered her face with her hands. "Not that I couldn't be impartial! But I just don't see how -"

"Rachel -"

"- he expects this to work." And he does expect this to work somehow, I don't know how, but he certainly does...She shook her head. "He shows up and tells me it's a sign, and -"

"Rachel!" Will pulled back to see the display. "Hold on." He switched calls. "Noah -"

"What's she saying?" Is she okay? Does she want to see me? He blew out a breath. "Is she upset? Is she angry or sad? I don't want to ruin anything for her but -"

"Noah -"

"- NYU is more me than Juilliard, so I really don't want to have to transfer." And she's here. She's here.

"Noah, I don't think -"

"I planned everything around NYU. Is that why you wouldn't tell me what school she wanted to go to? Because you knew we both wanted to come here?" Or is it because you didn't want me to change my mind?

"Oh my God, save me from you both," Will muttered. "Yes, Noah, this is why. I didn't want the both of you trying to maneuver around each other, I just wanted you both to pick the school that's best for you. Look, can I call you -"

"Does she know it's me on the other line?" She's gotta know, she's too smart not to. He peeked down the hall again.

"Yes, Noah, she does. So now I can tell you - truthfully I can't manage you both, and I have to choose Rachel."

"Tell her she looked gorgeous." She always does. "I know that it wasn't appropriate to tell her in class, and I didn't get a chance to after, but I mean it." He exhaled heavily. I mean everything I haven't said to her yet.

Will leaned his head back against the chair. "If I think it's helpful to your cause, I will, but frankly, Noah, she sounds none too pleased. I say get to class, get away from outside her office, and call after your classes are done today, all right?"

Noah chuckled. "Well, actually -"

"Noah, I have to go, I'll speak to you later." Will drained his scotch and hung up.

"- my classes are done for the day." He glanced back towards her closed door. "Shit." I know what I'm supposed to do though. Inhaling deeply, he walked away.

"Sorry, Rachel. You there?"

She released her nail from between her teeth. Barely. "Yes, Daddy, I am. Is he - is he gone?"

"Yes, sweetheart. He's off the phone and away from your office."

"Thank you, Daddy." She pressed her fingertips to her closed eyes. I didn't even think he'd just wait out there..."I'm sorry, I'm just...thrown. I didn't expect to see him here. At all."

"Well, he didn't expect to see you either, sweetheart, I assure you. He does say you'll make an excellent TA."

"Because I managed not to completely fall apart when he walked in?" She sighed. I suppose I'm a bit impressed by that feat as well. "Daddy, it was like seeing a ghost. He came in through the back of the lecture hall and it was like a scene from Dickens' Christmas Carol. As though he just floated down the stairs and no one saw him but me. He sat in the front row and I had to keep it together by sheer force of will."

"Honey, if you'd only actually read those letters -"

"Daddy!" I thought we weren't doing this anymore. She pouted. "I had such a lovely Noah-free summer -"

"You mean aside from cards for every holiday and a few you didn't know existed -"

"I didn't realize they made Flag Day greeting cards," she muttered. And I am not impressed. I'm not.

"Nor did your father or I until you got one from him." Will sighed and put his glasses back on. "Rachel, we talked about this."

"I know, but I didn't think he'd be among my students or at NYU at all!" I'm not prepared, and I'm already committed here...

"And that's the risk you took by not looking." Will clicked through his email, shaking his head. "I'm sure he told you, Rachel. You didn't want to know. This is what happens. Fate has a way of putting in front of us that which we most try to leave behind."

"That sounds like a fortune cookie." Rachel sighed, looking up at the clock. It's really only 1 in the afternoon?

Noah checked his watch. Ma should be on lunch by now. He dialed and sat across the street on a bench on the plaza.

"Noah!" Ilana waved to the other nurses and moved away. "Sweetheart, how are you? How was the first day of school? Did you by any chance -"

"See Rachel?" I know how your mind works, Ma. "As a matter of fact, I did." He grinned, leaning back against the seat. "She's my TA."

"She's your - Noah! You mean she's at NYU?" His mother pressed a hand to her heart.

"She's at NYU." He shook his head. My fucking luck. "Can you believe it?"

"Noah, that's - that's amazing!" Ilana laughed. "It's like a sign."

"That's what I said!" He shrugged, watching the people walking by. "She didn't seem to buy it though." Still, better than I ever thought I'd be.

"Noah, what did you do." Ilana pursed her lips, taking a table in the break room.

"Hey, come on! I just showed up to class." And waited for her outside it. "It's not like I tried to make her uncomfortable in front of the rest of the students or anything." But maybe blurting my personal business to a roomful of strangers wasn't a good idea..."And she's on the phone with Will now anyway, even if she is feeling -"

"Vulnerable? Uncertain? Scared? Angry?" His mother raised a brow. "Shall I continue?"

Noah rolled his eyes. Seriously? "Whose side are you on?"

"On the side of Jewish grandchildren, Noah." She laughed. "So what did you do?"

"I just wanted to talk to her, Ma. She was right there and I just couldn't let her walk away." Not this time. Not now that I'm here. He rubbed a hand over his mouth. "I just waited for her."

"Mm-hmm. And she fell into your arms happily ever after? Or did she take one look at you and try to run?"

Damn it, Ma...He grimaced slightly before he replied."She - I mean - Rach doesn't run, she just -"

"Tried to get away as quickly as she could and you followed."

"Maybe..." When the fuck did you get to know her so well? Or is it me you read like a book?

"Good." Ilana grinned and took a sip of her tea. "She knows you still care, even if she doesn't want to."

Wait, what? Noah frowned at the phone. "You mean you're not mad at me?"

"Mad at you? Noah." Ilana laughed. "The only thing I'm mad about is that I didn't get to help you move into your apartment. And only because I couldn't casually call William or Daniel and arrange to have dinner. I'm a Jewish mother, Noah, matchmaking is in my blood. It was easy to tell you to give her space while you weren't there. But now that you are? Can't hurt to show your face a little." She narrowed her eyes. "A little, Noah. Do not give her grounds to call the police about a stalker, all right?"

He chuckled. "No, Ma, no stalking." He leaned forward, glancing up and down the sidewalk again. No matter how much I may want to.

"Puckerman? No fucking way."

Noah looked up. You fucking kidding me? Someone's gotta be on my side. He shook his head. "Ma, I gotta go."

"Noah? What's going -" Ilana's eyes lit up. "Is Rachel there? Noah, is she -"

If only. "Ma, I'll - I'll call you later." He hung up the phone and watched the approach.

"Noah Puckerman. She has got to be pissed." Lori climbed the stairs to drop on the bench beside him. "Gonna be fun talking to her later. So how're you?"

"Rachel, honey, you know I love you. But we did talk about this."

Rachel smoothed a hand over her hair. "I know, Daddy. I was just hoping to have more time -" Time. Oh my goodness. I have to check..." - before we saw each other again. And in a different setting."

"Well, honey, I think with Noah you should know to expect the unexpected by now."

"Uh, is fucking floored an acceptable answer?" But this could be good. Noah ran a hand over his head. "I forgot you went here."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know you went here. So we're even." Lori sighed and shook her head. "First day of class?"

"Yup. And I just got out of musical theory." He looked at her and raised a brow. You know what's next.

"She's your TA. Of course she is." Lori rolled her eyes, draping her arms across the bench. "So? How was the summer? I know we got those cards. Even when she said to leave off."

He shrugged. "Like you blame me?" You know how I feel about her.

She grinned. "Nope. And you totally helped your cause. No matter what she said."

He blew out a breath. "She didn't say much, that's for damn sure." Wish she would..."I followed her back to her office and she shut the door in my face. And then I called Will. And then she called Will. I was half-expecting him to conference us together."

"Oh, hell no. You haven't spoken to Rachel in a couple of months, Noah. You have no idea what you're in for."

"I didn't think that he would do something this unexpected, Daddy!" Rachel flipped through the index cards, pausing on Noah's before moving past. "He said he was coming here to get to me - wouldn't he have gone to Juilliard then?" That's what I was counting on...

"Or maybe he was trying not to be too pushy about it and chose NYU to be away from you, even though he's in New York?"

"Well, that's silly, Daddy. He's been so persistent until now, I can't imagine why that would change." Maybe because he's grown up? Rachel frowned at herself. Rachel! Stop it.

"Because you asked him to?" Will lifted his gaze to the heavens. "Rachel, you know I love you. I have clients starting in ten minutes. I can talk to you about this when you get home. Bottom line is he's here, he's at NYU, and you're going to have to deal with it, sweetheart. Neither of you is going to transfer, I'm sure, and you shouldn't - NYU has a fantastic program. But yes, this is what I was talking about when I said you were taking a risk."

Taking a deep breath, Rachel spoke softly. "Did you know it was NYU, Daddy?" Please say no...

"No, I didn't know for certain. But I knew it was a top choice. He didn't even intend for me to know, he gave himself away sending a song he'd written for you." He glanced at the clock. "Baby girl, I have to go, I'm sorry. What time will you be home?"

A song for me? She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I should be home by 8 or so, I have class later. I may stop by before though." Especially since I have a sneaking suspicion about something.

"The hell does that mean?" Noah frowned, sitting forward and turning to meet Lori's gaze. Rachel can't have changed that much..."I had a bad feeling about not being in touch, that's why I sent those damn cards."

"Relax, Puckerman." Lori patted his shoulder. "I mean that this is a Rachel who's been out and about in New York City, learning her potential. You're going to have to play this just right."

Learning her - "Just...for fuck's sake, just tell me she doesn't have a boyfriend." He turned to look at Lori. Seriously, just tell me that much...

"Ah, mon ami...you're going to have to get the woman herself to reveal that one." She looked at her watch. "And I've gotta go. You have class today?"

"Just musical theory, the other one is cancelled. Trying to figure out what to do with myself." Besides wait here in hopes of spotting Rach.

Lori stood, stretching. "Well, I'm out at three - where'd you end up getting housing?"

He grinned. "Not far."

"From here? Or from her?" She raised a brow. "I'm betting if not both, then not far from her."

He only smiled. You'll know when you need to know.

Lori rolled her eyes. "If I see you in her building, Puckerman, I am not going to be pleased." She looked him up and down. "Even if I wouldn't be surprised."

Rachel sighed, the last index card filed. I am not looking. I'm going home. She stood, closing and locking the desk drawer. Well, lunch first. Home or elsewhere? She grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

Lori stood. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. Workshops and stuff at least."

Workshops? Noah frowned at her. "I never asked what your major is." Good job with that, Puckerman, you need this chick on your side...

She smirked. "Composition, hotshot. Hope you can keep up." She leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Good luck, babe. Give me a call if you need anything."

Just Rachel. "I will, Lori, thanks." He scrubbed his hands over his face.

"Good. Now quit loitering. Go get lunch in Union Square or something."

Hmm, why the fuck not? He raised a brow, nodding slowly. "Maybe I will. Haven't been up there since that spring break. Thanks."

"No problem." Tossing a wave his way, she skimmed down the stairs and crossed the street.

Noah stood, smoothing his hands over his head. May as well enjoy the city I'm living in, right? He put his sunglasses on and strolled to the subway.

Rachel pushed the door open, turning her face to the sun. You know what? Lunch outside. Home later.

"Rach?" Lori grinned and walked over. "This is gonna be awesome, bumping into you." She kissed her cheek noisily. "How was class?"

"Informative." Even if that information was unsolicited. Rachel slid her sunglasses on. "Apparently, Noah's first choice school was NYU."

Lori giggled. "Of course it is."

Rachel eyed her. I know that look of amusement. "You saw him."

Lori nodded. "I did. He says you looked gorgeous, which you do, that you would make an excellent TA, which you will, and asked if you had a boyfriend."

He asked - Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose. "And you said?"

"Nothing." She shook her head. "But, honey, I'm beginning to think that Noah's got a higher power in his corner."

"You sound like him." Rachel sighed. "He keeps telling me about signs." Like he's wrong, Rachel? She pursed her lips, shaking the thought away.

"Rach, realize one thing. It'll make your life easier." Lori took her hands. "That guy will do anything and everything in his power to get to you and to convince you to at least give him a chance. Prepare yourself thusly." She kissed her cheek. "And maybe talk to him? Easiest way to get him to leave you alone."

Or to encourage him. "I'll think about it, Lor. Class?"

"Yup." She kissed Rachel's cheek. "Call me tonight?"

"Absolutely. Especially since I think I need a song." Time for more musical therapy, it seems...Rachel sighed.

Lor frowned quickly. "A song? Sure, but what for?"

Rachel gave a half-smile. "For me. I need something...good and sad and final." Something to put it all at behind me...

Lori rolled her eyes. "I'll find you a song, babe, but that doesn't mean he'll leave you alone."

Rachel smirked. "Don't you worry about that." I can deal with Noah Puckerman now. She kissed Lori and let her go. "Get to class, I'm going to treat myself to lunch outside."

"Really? Where to?" Lori looked around. "I mean, it is gorgeous."

Shrugging, Rachel pulled her Metrocard from her bag. "Union Square? I don't have anything till 4:30. Maybe I'll give Mark a call."

Lori bit back a smile. "If you want. I never mind sitting and eating alone at Union Square."

"Mmm, that too. I'll see how I feel when I get out of the subway." I may just want the company and light flirtation...She waved Lori on. "I'll give you a call tonight, have fun in class!"

Lor stuck her tongue out and entered the building.

Noah watched the subway come to a stop, hoisting his backpack. I really think I could get used to this. He followed the crowd up the stairs, lowering his shades as he hit street level. I forgot how nice this place was. He looked around the stands and shoved his hands in his pockets. Let's see what's for lunch.

Rachel stood outside the entrance to the subway, hitting send on the text message. So, he'll come join me if he can, if not, I'll enjoy the sunlight and the Greenmarket. Sounds good. She descended the stairs to platform level and rolled her shoulders. And no more Noah Puckerman today. At least not until Wednesday.

Noah shook his head. Only in New York. He approached another wine vendor, smiling as he asked for a sample. You can get a pretty damn good buzz going for free. He tossed the cup. But I think I need something to eat for real...wasn't there that stand back there with sandwiches? He took a sample of cheese as he went past another stand and headed to the far corner of the market.

Just enjoy this last little bit of summer, Rachel. She straighted and stood as the train slowed. The Greenmarket is fun, get something to eat from the bakery stand, sit and relax. Mark will meet you if he can, and you can bask in the sun. She hit street level and exhaled, walking towards the back corner of the market.

Noah browsed the foccacia and premade sandwiches. Geez, fancy. No wonder why she loves it here. He raised a brow at the quiches. That looks more my speed...

Rachel ran her fingers over the plastic wrapped pastries. I can't choose...spinach, eggplant...She jumped as she brushed against someone. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

I hear that voice in my dreams. Noah's eyes went wide behind his sunglasses as he grabbed her hand. "I'm not." He lowered his shades. "Hey, Rach."

You must be joking. She pulled at his grasp. "Hello, Noah."

"What an unpleasant surprise!" She flung the door open, bottle in her fist.

No way I'm letting you go. He held her tighter, shaking his head. Not this time. "No office around here. I'm not going to bite unless you want me to." No matter how much I want to. He smiled wickedly, rubbing circles with his thumb on the palm of her hand. "And I do remember you not minding that." He grinned. "You bit right back."

I loved the taste of your skin...Rachel flushed, shaking her head and tugging her hand again. Stop it, Rachel, come on! "No, thank you, if you'd let go -"

I did when I didn't have a choice. Not doing it again if I can help it. He laced his fingers through hers, walking the length of the table. "I need lunch. Any recommendations? You know I'm not much for rabbit food, but this looks good."

"There's a barbecue restaurant that way." Rachel pointed with her free hand down towards 16th. "Brother Jimmy's. Everyone loves it." And it's nowhere I would ever go. It's perfect.

Nice try, Rach. He pouted down at her. "Aw, come on. It's gorgeous out and I want to eat decently. Not in the mood to cook really." But I will for you if you let me..."So, help me out. I'm a stranger in a strange land. What's good?"

Recalculating. Get a quiche, go back down to campus and eat there. "Everything, Noah, it's a farmer's market. Could you just -"

Okay, fine, let's play this smart. "You were eyeing the quiche and so was I. Want to split one?" He raised a brow.

No. Not with you. She shook her head. "I really don't -"

Come on, Rach. It's just lunch. In a public place. He scanned the labels. "Spinach, right? You used to have spinach salads all the time."

A million years ago in a different world. She shook her head again. "I'm not -"

"Rach." He struggled to find her eyes through the tinted glasses. Are you really that dead set against me? "I just want to have lunch, talk a little. You said there were no guarantees that I'd find you when I got here, and I've found you twice in one day." Just give me a chance. He took a deep breath. "Please, Rachel."

Don't be kind, Noah, damn it...it's too dangerous. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Noah, I -"

"This time baby, I'll be...bulletproof..."

Oh thank heavens...Rachel tugged her hand again. "That's my phone, Noah, I need to answer it. I'm meeting my boyfriend here."

Boyfriend. He dropped her hand. Motherfucker. "Rachel -"

She held up a hand, fumbling in her purse. "Damn it, come on..." Where is that damn phone?

"Rach -"

"Hello, sunshine," came a voice over his shoulder.

Noah turned. Who the fuck - shit, the boyfriend. He looked the interloper up and down. Oh, give me a break, Rach, seriously? Brown hair, regular blue collar type. He's even wearing plaid for fuck's sake...

Mark walked between them and wrapped his arms around Rachel. "Missed me that much, huh?"

Rachel blushed, giggling. "No...I just - I just wanted some company for lunch." Never let it be said I can't act.

"And then she bumped into me." Noah stepped forward, holding out a hand. Come on, Rach, just look at us together. "Hi, Noah Puckerman. I've known Rachel since preschool in Lima."

"Great!" Mark shook his hand. "Mark Mulligan. Then can you tell me why the girl insists on dating and nothing more? It's hard on a guy's ego!"

"Mark!" Rachel slapped his arm. Damn it, you had to bring this up now?

Real easy on mine though. Noah grinned. "Couldn't tell you, dude. The Rachel I grew up with doesn't do casual." He locked eyes with hers. "I didn't always get that about her, even though I should've. So this Rachel who only dates?" He slipped his sunglasses on. "You're on your own with that one." And I'm on my own with mine. "Rach, I'll see you Wednesday."

"Take care, Noah." Damn it. She turned her attention to Mark. "I thought we talked about this."

"You talked about it, I said I'd just hope to change your mind. Figured I'd see if an old friend had any insight." Mark spun her in his arms to look down at the table. "Oh, spinach quiche today?"

Rachel pursed her lips. Damn it, Noah. "No."

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Noah grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets and rounding towards the artists. She doesn't have a boyfriend. She refuses to have one. I know you don't mean it to, Rach, but that looks damn good to me. He pulled his cell from his pocket and dialed.

Quinn frowned quickly as her phone vibrated across her notebook.

"All right class, ten minute break."

She picked up her cell and looked around, smiling. "Hey, Mr. New York."

Noah grinned, running a hand over his head. "Q. Holy shit, Q. She doesn't have a boyfriend. She's dating but she refuses to get serious. I'm fucking in." She just doesn't know it yet.

She laughed. "Noah, you know you're only halfway there. Did you talk to her? What did she say?"

"I - kinda? She's my TA." I'm hot for teacher...

"Oh, you must be joking." Quinn ran a hand through her hair. "Of all the crazy things. Did she flip?"

"She definitely lost her cool. And you know even that's an accomplishment." Wish I could get her to lose it in other ways again...Noah licked his lips, smirking.

"I'm sure she hated that." She rolled her eyes. "You're really not making your cause easier."

"Yeah, but someone is. I bumped into her friend Lori again, and she told me to go back to Union Square for lunch." He chuckled. "Guess who ended up at the same stand in the Greenmarket?" I wonder if that one was Lori...

Quinn giggled. "You and Rachel."

He nodded, dropping onto a bench. "Yup. And that's when the not-boyfriend showed up. You know she tried to tell me she had a boyfriend?"

"Seriously? Rachel Berry, blatantly lying?" Quinn arched a brow. "So what happened?"

Noah snickered. "The guy asked me, since I've known Rach so long, why she refused to do anything more than date." And basically just made my fucking life.

Quinn laughed again. "She must hate you right now."

"Or she's been keeping things light till I got here." Yeah, right. He snorted lightly.

Quinn rolled her eyes again. "Noah, I'm sure you'd like to believe that, but I doubt it."

"Please, this is what, your first week of grad school, Dr. Phil?" I do too, but can't I wish? He smirked. "Will's the pro, you're still the amateur."

"Maybe, but I'm a girl, and I've taken enough psych classes by now to know a little about avoidance." Quinn smirked. "She's protecting herself. You're a threat to her equilibrium."

"Yeah, well her equilibrium sucks. It's good to throw it a little, damn it." I want to get an equilibrium that includes me.

"And the more you throw it, the more she's going to avoid you. Just so you know."

"Well, she can't go anywhere when we're in class, right? I'll just be there, front and center, asking questions, being...better." He set his jaw. Every single class.

"Sure. Except she's the TA, not the professor. You don't get to her during class."

Shit. "How about during lab? Would that be a TA thing?" He raised his eyebrows. Gimme something...

Quinn leaned back in her chair. "That has possibilities. I have to go, class, but good luck. Seriously."

And I actually believe that too. He smiled. "Thanks, Q. I appreciate it."

"I have my happily ever after on the horizon. Considering that you had a lot to do with that, it's easy to cheer you on." She flipped up her laptop as the professor entered the room.

Cheer...I didn't get a chance to enjoy her at the Prom..."Mmm, do you still have a uniform? I'd love to get Rach-"

"Goodbye, Noah." Quinn hung up the phone, turning her attention back to the class.

Noah looked over towards the Greenmarket. Now I can't wait till lab.

"Seriously? Not a spinach quiche?" Mark slung an arm around her shoulders. "It's your favorite, I don't get it."

"I'm just not in the mood, is that a crime?" Rachel! Stop it. She blew out a breath. "I'm sorry. Noah just caught me off guard."

Mark shrugged, kissing the top of her head. "He seems like a nice enough guy to me. What is he, visiting?"

If only. "Not quite. He actually...moved here for -" me "- school." Rachel! It's as though you want him to be here. She frowned quickly.

"That's cool." He leaned down to catch her eyes. "You should show him around, I don't mind."

Rachel bristled. It should matter what you think? "I think he'll be just fine, but if I change my mind, I'll be sure not to let you know," she bit out.

"Hey, relax." He frowned quickly. "I don't know what I did to offend you, but I take it back."

"Thank you. Look, I think I'm just going to get something at Whole Foods. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure. Just...don't take my head off? I just like you, okay? I don't mean to offend you, I'm probably trying too hard." He steered her across the street. "I just want you to try this for real."

"But I'm coming back to you. I want to try this for real."

She smiled tightly. "Let's just have lunch, okay?" That's as real as I can handle right now.

So, lunch. Noah grinned and peered down the block. If I don't get Rach, I should at least get barbecue. He whistled to himself as he approached the corner.

Rachel frowned quickly, pausing and holding Mark back. That sounds like one of Noah's songs. She glanced down to the crosswalk and turned to Mark. At this rate, he'll will invite Noah to lunch. "Oh, can I check something? I wanted to see if this vineyard is here today, I lost focus entirely." She swallowed hard. Yes, yes, you did, Rachel.

Lunch and books, done. Noah walked into the apartment, grinning. For a vegetarian, she knows her barbecue. He dropped his bag and picked up his cell. Ma should be home by now...

"Hello?" Ilana smiled at Sarah across the table. "It's Noah." Sarah waved and kept doing her homework. "Hello, my son. "

She gets so damn dramatic...He rolled his eyes. "Hey, Ma. Sorry about that, ran into Rachel's best friend." He grinned. "And then Rachel. And then met the guy Rachel's dating. And then had barbecue and finished up at the bookstore."

"What? She's dating? Noah! What happened?" Ilana pressed a hand to her head.

He laughed. "Ma, you think I'd sound this calm if I thought it was a problem?" It's actually in my favor. "She tried to tell me she had a boyfriend, then the guy comes up to us and asks me why she refuses to do anything more serious than dating."

"Wait, I must have a bad connection here." Ilana's brow furrowed. "She won't do more than date even though this guy wants to be more."

"In a nutshell." He smiled smugly. Fucking love it.

"Noah, that's - honey, that sounds really good." She swallowed her squeal.

You're not fooling me. "Ma, you can go ahead and crow, I know it must be killing you." He snickered. You probably look like you're gonna explode.

"I can contain myself, Noah. I won't jinx this." She took a deep breath, the grin tugging at her lips. "But it does sound fantastic. She won't get too deep."

"I know, Ma. I - I even felt a little bad for Rach." Not bad enough to leave her alone, though. He frowned. "She tried so hard to get me away from her."

"She had time without you. You didn't call or write all summer!" Ilana drew herself up indignantly.

Aw, hell...Noah rubbed the back of his neck. "Well..."

"Noah..."

"Just cards, not real letters." He ducked quickly. Shit, even 532 miles away and you've got me cowering. "Come on, Ma, I didn't want her to think I wasn't thinking of her."

"After what you told me, I guess I can't blame you." She shrugged. "You screwed things up pretty badly, sweetheart. Throwing away someone who felt that way about you..."

No shit. He swallowed hard. "Yeah, I know, Ma. I know. So I sent cards for every holiday. The Flag Day card was a hit."

"I didn't even know they made those," Ilana commented.

"Yeah, I didn't either but I just kept checking the card shop." Every day. He ran a hand over his head.

Ilana sighed. "You know what, Noah? I think this has to work out, not just because I want it to, but because this is the most effort you've put into anything. You've grown up. And I'm proud of you." She chuckled. "It also doesn't hurt that you're subletting two blocks away on the way to the school."

"I told you, Ma." He smirked. "The Good Lord wants Puckleberry." Seems like He always has, even if I was too stupid to get it.

Ilana rolled her eyes. "That ridiculous name."

"Well, at this point, I'll take what I can get." I'll take her any way I can, period. He took a slow breath.

"Did you eat? You said barbecue?"

"Yeah, that's when I bumped into her, I saw her while I was looking for lunch. Great brisket." Oh, shit, You know what she's gonna -

"You'll take me when we come to visit." Her tone brooked no argument.

- say. He chuckled. "Yes, Ma. Promise."

"Good." She raised a brow. "Dinner?"

He dropped onto the couch. "Think I'll make an omelette. I got it though, Ma. Thanks." Kinda nice to be worried about.

"Well, if I couldn't be there, I can at least nag like I am." She smiled, raising a brow at Sarah. "Want to say hi to your brother?"

"Hi Noah!" Sarah took the phone. "Don't make Rachel mad again. Tell her I miss her."

Ohhhh, now there's a card to play..."I will, rugrat. I get to see her tomorrow night, I think. She's helping one of my professors with my class." And then maybe helping me with me.

"Ha! She's your teacher. That's awesome." Sarah turned the page in her textbook. "Tell her I miss her and that she has my permission to give you detention."

"Ouch!" He grinned, flipping the TV on. I wouldn't mind that kind of undivided attention..."You don't get detention in college but why should I get one?"

"'Cause you were dumb." She rolled her eyes. "Duh. Maybe if she gets to punish you, she won't be mad at you anymore and she'll come back to at least visit."

Huh. I wonder if she has a point. He shrugged. "Well, you're coming to visit me next weekend. I'll ask her if she's free, okay?"

"Okay! Thanks, Noah. I'll see you next week. Here's Ma." Sarah held out the cell.

Ilana took the phone back, shaking her head. "You guys kill me. Detention?"

She might be on to something with the punishment. Maybe my next gift will be a paddle..."I don't know, Ma, maybe she does just need to go off on me in person."

"Noah, you stop it!" She turned away from the table slightly. "What were you telling Sarah?"

"I said I'd try to see if Rachel was free." He smirked. I'm sure you don't mind.

"Oh, that's devious." Ilana grinned. "I love it."

"Thought you'd approve." He laughed, leaning back into the couch. I do too. "You know, I used to hate that I thought that I got my badassness from him, but sometimes, Ma, I really think it's you."

You know this is all you. Rachel blew out a breath, smiling tightly at Mark as they sat in Union Square. "I'm sorry for before, Mark. Seeing Noah really just startled me, I hadn't recovered from the shock when you got to us."

"Rachel, I hate to ask, but...he's more than just your friend, isn't he?" He took his sandwich and drink from the bag and raised a brow.

"What - why would you say that?" She flushed, taking a long drink of her iced tea. Why does he ruin everything?

"You were more than startled, you were angry. And I stepped right into it." Mark shrugged. "Plus, there was something about the smile on his face when I asked about your dating only rule. He's the reason for it, huh?"

"No!" Yes. "I - he -" She sighed. "Not the way you think. He's the one who made me wary, you're right." She met his eyes. "But I don't want anything more from him, Mark." Nothing. Ever. "I - I like what we have."

"I do too, but I'm not going to get in the middle of unfinished business. And there's something there, Rachel." He slowly shook his head. "I'm not an idiot. He came here for you."

Rachel flinched, biting her lip. No. I can't believe that.

She gasped as her head hit the pillow, Noah's hand cupping her cheek. I love you, Noah...I do...Rachel moaned into his mouth as he slowed his thrusts, shuddering as she subsided.

He pulled away, nibbling her neck. "Again."

"Noah!" She laughed breathlessly, shivering. "You can't possibly -"

"Again." Noah bit down hard, hand reaching between them to rub rhythmically at her clit. "I know you can. "

"I don't -" She twitched upward, hands clutching at his shoulders. "Noah -"

He rotated his hips against her, fingers working the nubbin of nerves. "Come on, Rachel." His voice rumbled in her ear. "I want to give this to you. Let go."

Rachel arched and cried out, arms tightening around him while she orgasmed. She won't love you like I do...She exhaled shakily as he withdrew, crossing the room to dispose of the condom. You know that, it's why you came back to me...Noah slid back under the covers, drawing her to him. Rachel gave a small smile,sighing and laying her head on his chest. I love you so much...

I can't take the chance...Not again..."Mark, believe me. If he thinks that, it's only in his head." She grabbed his hand, squeezing. "Just pretend like we rendezvoused at Whole Foods, and that encounter before never happened."

Mark frowned and shook his head. "We can try, but I'm going to be a little more careful with this for a while."

"I understand, Mark." I can't blame you either. She raised a brow. "You can't say I didn't warn you though. Nothing more serious because it's not anything I'm ready for."

"I think I really get it now." He squeezed her back, linking their fingers. "So let's just enjoy this for however much longer it lasts."

I get the feeling that won't be much longer at all. She smiled tightly again. "Let's."

Later that day...

"I'll see you next week, Sam." Will walked his last client of the day to the door, shutting it behind him. "Now home for the next nut." He locked up the office, slipping his cell from his pocket as he waited for the elevator.

"And you can tell everybody this is your song..."

Dan smiled as Elton John sang from his pocket. "Hello, my love."

"Hello, darling." Will raised a brow. "Are you on your way home?"

Dan frowned quickly. "I am…Just wrapped up the last charts of my shift, why?"

"Because I think Rach might beat me home, and I think she's going to need to decompress with someone. You're closer than I am." He watched the display as the elevator approached.

"On it." Dan paused. "Do I want to know why?"

Chuckling, Will replied. "No, ah, and that's a hint."

Dan rolled his eyes. "You're such a comedian. I'll pick up something dark chocolate on the way."

"Thank you, and I'll pick up pizza. Rendevouz in the den." Will hung up as the doors closed.

Home, sweet home…Rachel opened the door with a sigh. "Dad? Daddy?"

"I'm in here, pumpkin, Daddy's in his office." Dan peeked around the corner. "How was your day?"

"It was...interesting." Rachel dropped her purse on the side table, joining her father in the den. To say the least. She sank onto the couch next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Did Daddy tell you anything?"

"No. Ah. That's all I know."

Rachel rolled her eyes. Thanks, Daddy. "Cute. Yes, Noah. Noah, in the class I'm TAing for. Noah, who found me in the Union Square Greenmarket after I tried to leave him at school. Oh, and after I tried to pass Mark off as my boyfriend. Mark, who promptly dispelled that by asking Noah why on Earth I refused to do more than date." My life…She buried her face in her hands, shaking her head. "I've had quite enough of today, actually, thank you," she muttered between her fingers.

Will set the pizza on the passenger seat and started the car, blowing out a breath. "Now to return a phone call." He dialed, switching the phone to speaker as he pulled away from the curb.

Noah scribbled notes on the staff paper, plucking his way through a melody. I need a piano, I think...He looked up as his phone danced across the coffee table, putting the guitar aside to answer. "Hello?"

"Noah, it's Will. Sorry about before, but Rachel was in something of a state."

Oh, shit. "I - Will, she might be more of a mess by now. Have you spoken to her after I saw her in the hall?"

"No... " He frowned dully. "Should I have?"

Uhhh…Actually…Noah shook his head, rubbing a hand over his mouth. "Probably yes."

Dan wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her shoulder, prying her hands down. "I have Black Rose truffles from Kee's. Talk to me."

She laughed weakly, closing her eyes. "He walked in late. I told Daddy it was like seeing a ghost. Just walked in and down to the very front. I don't think he looked anywhere other than me. We get the technicalities out of the way, but he waits for me outside the classroom. I leave him outside my office, and we both end up nearly simultaneously calling Daddy. I try to focus, do my work and bump into Lori on the way out - " Lori. Damn it, I wonder if she knew...Rachel shook herself. "And then go to Union Square, hoping to clear my head in the Greenmarket, maybe meet Mark for lunch. I'm at my favorite stand, looking through the quiche and Noah's holding my hand."

Dan's eyes widened. "Truffle?"

To tell the rest of this? Rachel looked up at him, brow furrowed. "Yes."

"I - I wasn't trying to find her, but we bumped into each other at Union Square. She tried to tell me she had a boyfriend." He gave a half-smile. Poor Rach…

"A what?" Will shook his head. "I know I shouldn't have said that but..."

Okay, now I know for sure they're not serious. Noah exhaled roughly. "No, I know, and she lived to regret it when - what's his name? Mark? - he found us at the stand in the Greenmarket, and the first thing he says when I introduce myself as an old friend -"

"Rachel must have loved that," Will interjected with a smirk.

Noah rolled his eyes. Like a hole in the head. "Oh, absolutely."

Dan kissed her hair, reaching over to snag the chocolates from the table. "Continue." He opened the box to let her take one. "Noah's holding your hand."

She looked at her right hand, sighing slightly and taking a bite of the truffle. And I can still feel it..."And when my phone conveniently rings, instead of feigning an emergency? I proceed to lose my grasp on my sanity, and tell Noah that my boyfriend is meeting me for lunch."

"Oh, no..." Dan squeezed her tighter.

"So Mark decides to ask me if I can shed any light on why Rach won't do more than date him." Noah rubbed his hands over his face. And I didn't answer because she's in love with me even if she says she doesn't. Does that get me points?

Will smacked himself in the forehead. "I should have told Dan to pick up liquor."

"So Mark was right there and got mad?" Dan leaned his head on hers.

"No, no." Rachel took another bite of the truffle, frowning deeper. That would almost be easier. "He found us, Noah introduced himself as an old friend, and Mark decided to ask if Noah could explain why I would only date him and not be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Yeah, probably." Noah shrugged. I could bring her a bottle..."I'm sure she didn't like my response."

"Let me guess." Will flipped his signal on, turning on to Wooster. "Some variation of 'I'm in'?

You know me too well. Noah laughed. "Yeah, pretty much. I told him he was on his own to figure that out and smirked my way out of there."

"Oh, Noah…" Will rolled his eyes. "Not helping your cause there, son. You do realize that, I hope?"

"Oh, Rachel." Dan chuckled, shaking his head. "Honey, sometimes I wonder if your life isn't a soap opera, or a telenovela." He exaggerated the pronunciation, wagging a brow at her until she giggled. "Better?"

Rachel took a deep breath. "I suppose. It's just...Dad, he was insufferably smug. To add insult to injury, after Noah left, Mark essentially told me this relationship didn't have much time left." Time...damn it, that clock...She popped the rest of the chocolate into her mouth, closing her eyes again.

"I know, Will, but I just couldn't help it. I really couldn't." I didn't want to try. "She's -" Noah ran a hand over his scalp. "I kept running into her. It's like the Good Lord is on my side, putting us on the path to each other."

"To you, Noah, but to her, it's probably like she's being mocked. I can only imagine what she's thinking." Will parked and headed for the elevator, waving at Michael as he passed.

"I don't know that you could say insult, sweetheart." Dan kissed the top of Rachel's head. "I love you dearly, but you know as well as I do that Mark was fun. You were only dating for what, two weeks? Three?"

"Three." She looked up at him. You should remember. "I ran into him at the Bryant Park movie night I went to."

"Three." Dan raised a brow. "Are you that upset at the thought of not seeing him anymore?"

"I know. I'm - I'm not sorry, though, Will. I'm sorry if that's bad but I'm not sorry." I can't be. "I am going to try to get one date out of her. Just one. That's all I want. One opportunity to do it right. Don't tell her that." He smacked himself in the forehead. Focus, Puckerman. "I'm going to do that myself. But that's as high as I'm aiming right now. Whatever she might be thinking, that you can reassure her of. I'm not trying to break them up, but if they're dating, I can date her too."

Will shook his head as the elevator reached the 7th floor. "That's actually pretty reasonable of you, Noah. You're going to have to take care of one thing first, though. Listen, I'm about to walk in the door, you want to give me a call tomorrow after class?"

"Sure." Especially since I need to know what I have to do. He ran a hand over his scalp. "I, uh...I'm writing another song for her. Just seeing her again inspired me. I wanted her to know."

Will rolled his eyes. "If I think it'll help, I'll mention it. I'll speak to you tomorrow, Noah."

"Thanks for calling me back, Will. I could've waited till tomorrow." Even though it would've not so slowly driven me insane. He stood to pace to the window.

"I was hoping to hear how everything was going. We got slightly sidetracked." He grabbed the phone. "At the door. Have a good night." He clicked it shut and traded it for his keys.

Dan looked over at the front door, knob turning to reveal Will. He smiled. "Daddy has pizza. We went a little out of order."

Will set the box on the table and sat next to Rachel. "I wanted you to have something when you got home, baby girl. From the phone call I just had, I take it that was a sound instinct."

Phone call. Of course. Rachel turned to her father. "Noah?"

He nodded, kissing her forehead. "He says it's the Good Lord you need to talk to, not him."

"Are you -" Rachel rolled her eyes, turning back to Dan. Seriously, Noah? "When he saw me in the hall, he was saying that the fact that we both tried to avoid each other, yet ended up in the same place, must mean something."

"It means you should read your mail more carefully, is what it means." Dan grinned at Will. "Sorry, sweetheart, couldn't help myself."

Rachel groaned. "You're both supposed to be making me feel better." She wriggled out from between them. "I'm getting plates." And checking something.

"Hello darling." Dan slid across the couch to kiss Will. "How's Noah?"

Rachel glanced behind to see her fathers snuggling. Good, that will give me a minute. She made her way quietly down the hall into her room and shut the door silently behind her.

"Surprisingly realistic." Will shook his head, tucking Dan into his body. "All he wants is one date."

"Maybe that's all he's saying he wants." Dan snuggled into Will's chest with a smile. "But I'm sure for him that's just the start."

Rachel took a deep breath, pulling the boxes from under her bed. Not like I even need to check...She lifted the lid and groaned.

The clock flashed 000000.

Time's up, Rachel. He's here. Now it's a whole new mishegos. She closed the lid, nudging the boxes away with her foot. Damn it. She grabbed her phone, texting Lori. Feeling like wine and musicals, call you tomorrow. Slipping it back in her pocket, she shook her head. He actually measured the time...

"Well, of course, but the fact that he's taking it one step at a time is progress. Though there's one step he should take before - " He looked over and smiled at Rachel, entering with the plates. "Well, when's the next time you have class, honey?"

Too soon. She grabbed a slice from the Lombardi's box and bit into it with a sigh. "Wednesday."

"So, you'll survive." He snagged a piece for himself, adding fresh garlic. "Let's talk about Mark."

How many more painful topics must we cover tonight? She shook her head. "Let's not." She rolled her eyes at Dan before meeting Will's eyes. "From the conversation he and I had over lunch, it seems there won't be any reason to, very soon."

Noah looked at the phone and grinned, grabbing the guitar again. Let's work on the lyrics then...Something to show you we belong together.

He strummed the chords, hearing staccato piano in his head as he closed his eyes. "I tried to tell you a story...the words won't come out right..." Yeah, no shit...

"Well, honey, you knew that was going to happen someday. What's the harm in it happening sooner rather than later?" Will took a bite and looked to Rachel.

I'm so utterly out of time...She sighed. "Because I'm going to look available."

"Honey, he knows you're only dating. You don't think you look available to him?" Will chuckled. "I thought you knew him better than that."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, even more available, all right?" I do know him better..."Open season, shall we say."

"Sweetheart," Dan started slowly, meeting her gaze. "You're his TA. You can't be open season!" Dan turned to Will. "Am I right?"

Will nodded. "You're right. And that's the question, Rachel. You can either see him in class three days a week, or deal with him actively pursuing you." He looked her up and down. "I'll get you a glass of wine."

Rachel groaned, pounding her head backwards against the couch. I think I need the bottle...

Fuck, this isn't working. He tossed the pencil down, setting the guitar aside. "Not happening," he muttered. Back away. You know you want a piano. Get some perspective. He grinned. Just wait till you see her tomorrow.

Rachel fumbled for her phone as it beeped in the darkness. Who could that be? She hit the display to find a message from Lori. Found one for you anyway. Found one for – oh! Rachel blinked slowly, sitting up and downloading the attachment. A woman's voice sang, other female voices harmonizing.

"This is the way you left me

I'm not pretending

No hope, no love, no glory

No happy ending..."

Oh, Lor. Rachel closed her eyes. This is perfect. She let the music lull her back to sleep.

Tuesday afternoon

Noah smoothed his shirt, taking a deep breath as he opened the classroom door. Let's see if my hunch was right. He looked to the front and sighed. And it's not. He took a seat in the back as the TA-who-wasn't-Rachel started the lab.

Rachel settled her sunglasses on her face as she entered the school. He's in lab. I'll avoid that area, and him. She frowned quickly as her call went to voicemail again. "Hi Mark, it's Rachel. I was just checking if we were still on for Bryant Park tonight. I'm heading into class until 7, so just text me." Or don't, and I'll just assume we're already over.

Or I can just assume that now.

Her phone was silent for the duration of the class.

Noah left the building, scratching his head. I just write music, I don't plot it out like that. Intervals, minor, major. He grinned, slipping his cell from his pocket and dialing. Maybe Rach can tutor me.

Will pulled his glasses off, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the phone. "Hello, Noah."

"Hi, Will." Noah dropped on to a bench across the street. Let's get this done. What do I have to do? "How are you? How's Rach?"

"I'm fine, as is she. She's just slightly out of sorts, but I have faith it'll pass." He shook his head. "We keep having the same conversation, son."

Noah chuckled. "I've noticed the same thing. I'll try not to need it again." If I get my way, never. "So, you were going to tell me what I needed to do?"

"Why don't you tell me about how things are going with you? I did want to hear about that."

He ran a hand over his head. Okay..."Uh...what would you like to know?"

"Tell me about the apartment. Did I miss your mother?"

"No, Ma didn't help me move in. I packed up the truck and drove myself." He shrugged. Couldn't wait. "She's actually going to be in town for Labor Day - she wanted to know if you were free, and I have to ask Rachel to see Sarah. Apparently Sarah misses her."

Will laughed. "Of course she does. Our girl makes an impression."

Noah rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it. If I'd even just listened to Sarah, I never would've screwed things up." If I'd been honest with myself, that would've helped too. He shook himself. "She's been pissed at me for going from Rachel to Quinn since it happened. I couldn't figure out why she was being so mean to Quinn until after we broke up."

"Never underestimate the power of Rachel, Noah. Never."

You're telling me? "Believe me, Will. I know." He closed his eyes, sighing. "I should've appreciated her more. I'm hoping I get a chance to convince her of that myself."

"You're going to be very careful with that, you realize."

Why does everyone keep warning me? Noah frowned quickly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you have to realize that having Rachel as your TA gives her a completely legitimate reason to deny your advances."

Well, shit, I didn't even think about that. He ran a hand over his head. "I'll switch my class then, there has to be another section."

"Hopefully it fits. And even then -" Will cut himself off.

"Even then what?" His brow furrowed. What am I missing? "Will?"

"Sorry, Noah. Nothing important." Will pressed his lips together, picking up the picture of Rachel on his desk. "If it's important you'll figure it out, I'm sure."

Noah looked skeptically at the phone. I hope so..."So I guess I'll have to check the catalog again for a Musical Theory class. I can do that." He dragged a hand down his face. "Are you sure there isn't anything else I should know?"

He shook his head, murmuring to the picture. "I won't make it too easy, baby girl." He raised his voice to reply. "No, Noah, we're fine. So where is this apartment?"

"I, uh...I'm in the off-campus housing on Bleeker and Mercer." He looked in the direction of his building. As close as I could get.

"On the way to school from here. Devious, Mr. Puckerman. Very devious." Will shook his head. "If Rachel comes straight home, you just have to sit on the stoop and wait for her."

"I mean, I don't intend to get all stalkery like that, but if it happens, I'm not gonna be sorry." And if Mom and Sarah and I hang outside while they're here, or on campus, you can't really blame me...Noah looked up and down the street. Who am I gonna see today?

"I wouldn't expect you to be." Will shook his head again. "Look, I'm going to let you both run with this from now on. You're here in New York, so all of her arguments about you being too far are gone. I'm going to trust that you're not going to push her too far, Noah, but if you do, you'll be hearing about it."

"I hope so, actually." Noah ran a hand over his head and stood, stretching in the sunshine. "I don't want to hurt her, Will, I just want to open her eyes a little." And maybe her heart if I'm really lucky. "I just want a chance. I'll change classes to get it, but that's all I'm looking for." I'm just really fucking hoping for the rest.

"Well, if you can get her to talk to you, go for it. Don't harass her, and we should be fine." He glared at the phone. "And you know I'll hear about it."

"I know!" Noah held his hands up, grinning. I kinda love that. "I wouldn't doubt it. She'd tell you just to be sure I heard about it."

Will chuckled. "Damn right. That's my girl."

"I know." He swallowed and licked his lips. "I'm lucky she lets me share." I really am.

"You are. But it shows she still cares about you, and she still sees your potential." Will blew out a breath. "You know, Noah, if it doesn't work out between you, it's not because you're not a good person, all right?"

Noah frowned. It's - what? "I - Will, I know that. I don't want Rachel for what she represents. I want her because I want her." He walked towards the dining hall. I think I want Chik-fil-A for dinner...

"Just checking, son. That's what I wanted to hear." He set the picture back down on the desk. "Just see if you can get her to talk to you and go from there."

Nodding, he pushed open the doors. "That's pretty much the plan." I just have to figure out how.

Rachel checked her phone throughout the movie, smiling weakly as Julia Roberts' famous laugh echoed. I suppose that's that then. She bit her lip, folding back the other half of the blanket to give the group of teenagers next to her more room.

Wednesday

Rachel groaned, slapping at the alarm. No. Not going.

"Rachel? Honey, come on." Will knocked on her door. "I've never heard your snooze go on this long. It's going to be fine."

She blew out a breath, tossing the covers aside. I'm glad one of us thinks so...Throwing on her robe, she opened her door. "Do you promise?"

"Baby girl..." Will wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head. "It will be fine, or I will personally take care of it. Just remember, you have the perfect excuse to keep him as distant as you want him."

"Until he realizes and transfers sections," she muttered into his chest. And then all bets are off…

Rubbing circles on her back, he nodded. "Right. But if he transfers sections, when will you ever have to see him? Workshops? Around campus?"

She pulled back in his arms. "You're a genius. He'll transfer and our schedules get less convenient. Add my own superb acting skills and strategy..." And I might just survive this until he moves on...She beamed and nodded. "All right, I'll take this as win-win and go with it."

"Sounds good. Now get your day started, hmm? What time is class?"

What time is class or what time does my day start? She rolled her eyes. "11:30 to 12:50. I have to meet with the professor at 9 though, before she starts her other class."

"I'll fix you a smoothie then." He kissed the top of her head and dropped his arms.

"Thanks, Daddy...for everything." Rachel kissed his cheek and headed for the bathroom. It's all going to work out. It has to.

Noah slapped at his alarm clock, grinning. All right, Rach. I'm coming for you. He glanced out the window, sun shining behind the blinds. Can't wait to get this day started...He showered quickly, throwing on jeans and flipping through shirts. Would that be evil or strategy? He threw the shirt on, smirking. All's fair in love and war...

Rachel knocked on the office door, taking a deep breath. Showtime.

"Come in..."

Rachel walked in, smiling. "Good morning, Professor Greene." Even if it's entirely too early for me...

"Rachel!" Professor Beverly Greene ran a hand through her red hair, taking her glasses off. "Glad you could make it, sorry it's so early." She gestured her into the seat across the desk. "Sit, have a syllabus."

Rachel took the packet from her and sat. "I'm extremely excited to be working with you, Professor, and I think this syllabus makes me even more excited to do so." It's an unconventional take on musical theory.

Beverly grinned. "Well, I'm excited to have you - I wanted a TA who could actually play and perform. I want to make this class accessible, you know?"

Nodding, Rachel flipped the pages. "Which is exactly why I'm looking forward to it. My music theory class was informative, but not innovative. I love your approach." There's actual performance to it.

"Great! So, any thoughts on a good song for major and minor keys?"

Out of the thousands of songs I know? You'll have to narrow that down. Rachel raised a brow. "In what way?"

"How major or minor chords an progressions set the tone for a piece of music. I usually do Happy Birthday in a major and minor key, but if you have any ideas..."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I think I may just…" Thank you, Lori...

Rachel smiled as the door opened, heart pounding. Relax, Rachel. Even if it is Noah, brisk and professional.

Professor Greene laid a hand on her shoulder. "Rachel, are you all right?"

Rachel nodded. "I'm fine, thank you. I'm just a little nervous." She bit back a groan. And that isn't something you should tell your supervisor...

"No need to be! You're not presenting anything today. And I don't think we'll have many unruly students for you to corral." She smiled at Rachel. "Relax."

You don't know what I know. I can think of one potentially unruly student..."Yes, ma'am." She saluted smartly. But I do believe by the end of class I may have taken care of him.

The professor squeezed her shoulder and moved to the front to set up the smart board.

Noah blew out a breath and opened the door. Play it cool, Puckerman. He caught sight of Rachel and smiled. Is that an open seat I spy? He skimmed down the lecture hall stairs to drop into the seat next to her. "Hi, Rach."

She bit back a groan. This is what happens when I let my guard down. "Hello, Noah." She took out a highlighter, examining the syllabus intently.

"Aren't you going to ask how everything's going?" He leaned over to peer at the syllabus. "So what do I need to know?" For now, anyway.

Rachel frowned quickly. You need to know when to stop. "The professor will be going over everything."

He raised a brow. "Do all the sections of Musical Theory meet at the same time and use the same stuff?" This is all the warning you'll get that I'm gunning for you, Rach...

Ha, tell me he's changing sections. She fought to keep her face neutral. "I believe the other one meets Tuesdays and Thursdays. The core of the syllabus is the same, it's just the timing of it."

The hell? She looks like she's about to smile. He frowned quickly, shrugging. Whatever. "Cool, thanks. How's class going for you? I was hoping you were gonna be running the lab for this, but I guess not."

"My schedule is quite rigorous, and the lab is not part of it. Allen is very knowledgeable." She turned her attention to her notes. And very much not me.

"But not nearly as gorgeous as you." He smirked suggestively. No one is.

"Not appropriate." She turned to look at him. Damn it, Noah...She arched a brow. "You do realize that, Noah." Tell me you didn't wear my favorite shirt on purpose.

Yeah, thanks to your dad. "Only if I'm flirting. I'm just stating a universal truth." He met her gaze steadily. That's my truth.

Rachel flushed, frowning. "You expect me to believe that's not flirting." And that the fact I clearly remember slipping my arm through yours when I look at that shirt wasn't a deliberate choice.

"I expect you to believe that to me, it's the truth." It always will be. He held her eyes. "Sarah says hi, by the way."

Rachel sighed, shaking her head. Oh...that's just wrong..."Tell her hello from me."

"Want to tell her yourself? She's going to be in town over Labor Day, she'd love to see you."

Damn it, that's not fair..."Noah -"

"All right, everyone, hi, let's settle in. I'm Professor Greene, and I'm very sorry I missed you all on Monday!" The professor clapped her hands for their attention, starting the lesson.

Oh, thank goodness. Rachel turned to the front. Saved by the bell.

"I still want an answer," he whispered as the professor moved to the far side of the lecture hall. "After class." That way I can keep you.

"You'll have to catch me," she hissed. Give it a rest already! "Good luck with that."

Oh, fuck. He looked at her, frowning. Catch you. Your fucking schedule. He shook his head, turning to the professor. Bet your ass you want me to change sections, so you'll never have to see me. He blew out a breath, copying down the intervals on the white board. Well, shit. Recalculating.

Rachel stood to take the papers from Professor Greene's outstretched hands, passing them out across the front row. Just a matter of time before Noah is out of my hair. Maybe once he's out of the class, I'll go to lunch. Or Pinkberry. Short and sweet, quite literally.

Noah drummed his fingers on the desk. That's got to be what's got that edge of smug on her. She knows if I switch out, our schedules will be out of sync. I won't just bump into her, I won't be able to. He looked into her face as she handed him the syllabus. Damn it, Rach, just give me a chance...

"So, since I wasn't here Monday, you didn't get the proper introduction to this class. Yes, this is Music Theory 101, but it's just for Composition Majors. I'm going to approach it that way. Yes, we'll learn the intervals, the theories, the key changes and all of that. But we're going to do it by listening to your original pieces. Get ready to get a workout, boys and girls. We're going to write some music." She clicked through the Power Point to the schedule of classes. "If you look at the calendar here, each week we'll focus on something different..."

He looked up at the screen, skimming the listings. That's it. He looked down at his syllabus. Add/drop deadline. That's it. Two weeks. Two weeks, three times a week, and then potentially after. He glanced at Rachel. And one date. Just one.

Rachel slid back into the seat, shifting uncomfortably. Why is he looking at me like that? She smoothed her hair, ignoring him. I don't trust it.

"For example, this week, I'd like to play with how major and minor chords can change the entire feel of a song." She crossed to the piano. "And I'd like to introduce you to your TA for the semester, Rachel Berry." She gestured Rachel forward. "Rachel is a music theatre and business double major, graduated early from Juilliard, and helped establish the Dalton School. We're lucky she carved out time in her schedule for this class, her office hours are on the syllabus. Now, Rachel and I are going to give a little demo of what we mean."

Setting her fingers lightly to the keys, Professor Greene started to play. "You can take a really happy song, and drown it in a minor key." She played a progression of minor chords. "Recognize this one?" She chuckled at the looks on the students' faces. "Guessing not. Rachel?"

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

The professor smiled and nodded at the looks of comprehension. "See why musical theory is important? Now, this one is a song Rachel introduced me to today, but I think it's a great example of how major and minor chords and keys can color your perceptions of a song. You can have the saddest lyrics, yet if the score is in a major key, you want to believe it'll all turn out happily ever after." She looked to Rachel. "Ready?"

Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath. I've been ready for this moment since I left Lima.

Noah smiled. I love hearing you sing, Rach...I really do...

Professor Greene played the opening and Rachel let the piano wash over her, licking her lips before she sang.

"This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending.

No hope, no love, no glory,

No happy ending.

This is the way that we love,

Like it's forever.

Then live the rest of our life,

But not together."

Noah shifted in his seat. Except when I listen to the words. He rubbed a hand over his mouth.

"Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life

Can't get no love without sacrifice

If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well -

A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell..."

Rachel caught his fidgeting out of the corner of her eye. Good, damn it. I hope you finally understand.

"This is the hardest story that I've ever told

No hope, or love, or glory

Happy endings gone forever more

I feel as if I'm wastin'

And I'm wastin' everyday..."

She let her gaze meet his, her eyes flashing.

"This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending.

No hope, no love, no glory,

No happy ending.

This is the way that we love,

Like it's forever.

Then live the rest of our life,

But not together..."

Noah swallowed hard. Fuck, Rach...

"2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind

Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around

If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep

I can think that we just carried on...

This is the hardest story that I've ever told

No hope, or love, or glory

Happy endings gone forever more

I feel as if I'm wastin'

And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending.

No hope, no love, no glory,

No happy ending.

This is the way that we love,

Like it's forever.

Then live the rest of our life,

But not together..."

Rachel let her voice fade as the piano dropped away, breaking her gaze from his as the class applauded. You want an answer, Noah? There's your answer.

Noah clapped, taking a deep breath. Damn it, Rach...it's still that raw?

Professor Greene stood, grinning. "So, what does everyone think? Are we looking at a happy ending or sad one?"

Noah raised his hand, glancing at Rachel quickly. "I say happy." I have to. "The lyrics don't rule it out, it just is the story of someone fu- screwing up, but even then it says you love like it's forever. Doesn't mean it can't be fixed."

She nodded. "I like that assessment. Anyone else?" She looked around at the silent throng. "Come on, guys, no one?"

Rachel raised a brow. "Or you could take the lyrics on their face, and realize that the song is about a missed opportunity, that they'll always be almost but not quite. Live the rest of our lives, but not together."

Professor Greene nodded. "That too. I suppose it's all subjective, isn't it?"

Rachel nodded. As a song? Surely. But in my life? I'm going with literal. She took her seat.

Noah glanced at her. "I hear you, Rach. That's why I'm here for a fresh start between us," he said quietly.

She shot him a hard look. "Good luck with that." Especially changing sections.

He opened his mouth to continue, closing it when Rachel turned away. Not the time, Puckerman.

"So let's talk about your assignment for Friday. I want you to try your hand at writing a piece using major and minor to set the mood. Whoever thinks they've got it, we'll have a mini-recital."

Well shit. Have the chance to sing to her or have the chance to ask her out? Noah blew out a breath and looked down at the syllabus. Decisions, decisions...

Rachel frowned at him surreptitiously. I don't trust that look. But I trust myself and I trust my heart to know what's right. She bit back a snort.

This time around, anyway...

A.N.: I love this story, so, so much. Coming up? The Puckermans take Manhattan, and Noah's decision. More music, more fun!

Edited 1/27/11 A.N. 2: I understand that there is some displeasure with them dancing around each other again, but keep in mind that this is the first time the two of them have been in the same state, let alone city! And Rachel doesn't have the benefit of knowing, as we do, how much Noah has worked to be a better person. Fear not! He aims to prove it to her.

Thanks for sticking with me, y'all. I love you more than you know.