Hello beautiful people!
As usual, thank you so much to every single one of you who faved, followed and REVIEWED my story. It really, really, really, really means the world to me! I know I always start like that but I feel so happy to know that you like my story and I'm still so overwhelmed to feel your support! I'm so grateful for you all!
So, I'm feeling like this story is close to the end but recently I started thinking about doing a sequel, because I feel like there are some more things that can happen to our Puckleberry. I'm thinking setting it around five years after this story. What do you guys think? Should I do it or is it better if I end it all with this one and focus my attention on other ideas? Let me know!
Here's a new chapter of my story... I didn't feel very inspired while writing it but I hope you'll find it enjoyable as well.
The next morning, Puck was woken up by Rachel's sweet pecks all over his face.
God, he could really get used to be woken up like that every day.
He smiled sleepily; a small smirk turned in a big-ass grin when he heard her smooth voice whispered "Hello, honey. I made you a very, very, very late brunch". He frowned a little and asked with a raspy voice "What time is it?", popping his eyes wide open when she said "It's three p.m.".
"Shit, I have to meet Evans at the gym in an hour!" he exclaimed but, as he tried to get up, Rachel's soft hand kept him in place and told him "Finn already called Sam and the guys. They're coming over around five so we can explain to them what happened last night and he told him that you were not going this afternoon at the gym. He didn't tell them anything specific about this morning because we think it's better say to them that they lost their job in person and not through a cold phone device. Santana will come here too if any of them have any sort of question so now you stay there and enjoy your late brunch".
She picked the breakfast tray table and settled it above him before clapping her hands together in satisfaction. On it, she prepared all things she knew he loved: his mother's waffles (one of the perks of being liked by Noah's mother: she'll give you the secret recipe of the famous Sarah Puckerman's waffles that it's still a secret even for Rebecca! Rachel thought that she could asked Sarah for a kidney and she would happily agree. As long as she could give her perfect Jewish grandbabies…), a venti cup of Caramel macchiato, eggs and bacon and some ham and cheese sandwiches, along with orange juice (there was fruit too but that was mostly for her).
Puck licked his lips as he could feel his mouth water at the sight of all that food in front of him and looked at his girlfriend with a huge grin on his face before asking "This is fucking awesome! Thanks babe! But what's that for?".
Rachel passed a hand in his mohawk and sighed, telling him "I wanted to apologise for leaving you alone when we came home last night and going after Finn instead of talking to you about what happened. It's just that every time I look at Finn, I see a 8-year-old boy and I can't help but worry. So, I decided to spoil you a little today".
His arm slid around her waist and dragged her closer to him so he could kiss her slowly and languidly. Against her lips, he then said "B, you don't need to worry. I'm fine. Really" before focusing on the food and squeezing out of its bottle the chocolate syrup on the waffles, after putting some banana slices on them.
As he cut the waffles in smaller parts, he stated "You know what? It can be a good thing all this shit about not working at the club anymore… - Fuck, babe. These are fucking perfect!". He moaned a little when he ate the first piece of waffle. She giggled at his reaction and she told him about the long phone call with his mother and the fact that she gladly gave her the recipe. "However, why do you think it's a positive factor not working at New Directions anymore?" she continued, wondering how she passed from comforting her brother for the lost job to a pretty content Puck who was actually glad not to work there anymore. Don't get her wrong: she was absolutely ecstatic that now she wouldn't have to share her man with hundreds of hungry and horny women but she was curious to hear his motivations.
He popped his fingertips from his mouth, cleaning them from the chocolate syrup, and took a good sip at the macchiato before saying "Well, first of all, I don't have to see you put on your stage smile every time I have to go to work. Babe, you could be an actress but your eyes speak louder than words". She blushed lightly and squirmed a little bit in her place, making Noah chuckle and pecking her lips lightly. Then, he kept explaining "Second, I can focus on my music career. I can ask Joel to put us in the Friday slot so more people can hear us and we'll have more chances of being discovered". He could feel her beaming at him even if his attention was on the delicious stripes of greasy bacon and continued "Besides, I don't have to deal with Schue and his fucking dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit. Most of the time, I just wanted to punch his damn face".
Rachel sat next to him and ate one strawberry before telling him "I'm actually a little bit sorry for Mr. Schuester. Finn told me that, at the beginning, he wasn't like that; that he was a nice person. It's really sad that he took wrong decisions that leaded him into this situation; he isn't a bad person per se". She glances her boyfriend who was now bolted down half sandwich in one morsel and giggled at the sight.
But she continued with her little speech "However, I'm so angry that he had to involve the club and his employees and that's not just because I have a really close relationships with them but also because it's highly inappropriate and unprofessional! But I don't think he deserves all this either. Noah, what do you think of him? As a person, not as your boss… well, former boss".
Noah stopped chewing and looked at her in the eyes "Never had a problem with him until he hired Jewfro. For the first years he barely spoke to JBI so he was still his old self but then they start to get to know each other and the more he got closer to the creep, the strangest he became. I've never liked the prick: it was always strange and creepy and just… Something was off with him, you know? And I wanted to break his face since that time he tried to kiss you". He shrugged his shoulders before keep going "In the last period, Schue was a fucking asshole and my hands itched because I wanted to beat the shit out of him every damn time we were in the same room. Guess he took so much shit that it fried his brain" and gulping down the orange juice, officially finishing his brunch. He put the tray on the floor and smiled wickedly at his girlfriend, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her until she was straddling him. "Noah, don't…" she warned him as she giggled, making him reply "You told me you would spoil me". His hands moved on her smooth and warm tights, sliding under her light dress. She shivered feeling his strong callous hands on her, closing her eyes and licking her lips in anticipation. He had fun teasing her pulse point, sucking it a little, and smirked when he felt her beat increase.
"Honey, we don't have time" she moaned… well, that didn't come out as convinced as she wanted to appear (he knew that she could turn into mush with just one touch of his… he was the shit!); so he chuckled and asked her, as his hands landed on her toned ass "Why's that?".
Her hands were roaming on his bare back, feeling every single muscle moving, and, no matter how loud her brain was yelling them to stop, they would keep having fun on the wonderland that was Noah's body. She almost missed his question but the part of her that was not leaded by her hormones (a very tiny part, that was) got it, so she was able to say in a semi-whimper "Our friends… Will be here soon… You still have to get a shower". She grasped his shoulders and gasped as she felt one of his hands moving into her panties, teasing her clit.
He loved seeing her vulnerable like that; he loved knowing that he made her like that and loved the sounds she did. He was sporting a tend of epic proportion and whispered hotly in her ear "Is Finn here?". She didn't answered. Her whole attention was focus on his hand and on the was she would have lose her mind if she wouldn't come in the next five minutes.
"Noah, please" she begged, tugging at his lobe with her teeth and sucking it a little. She knew that that always did the trick. He closed his eyes tightly but stilled his hand, moaning when he noticed that Rachel had started basically straddled his hand. He took his hand away from her completely and asked with urgency "Is Finn here?".
Rachel whined at the loss of the hand and said "Why do you care about Finn right now? I was so close to…", attaching herself at his neck while her hands were tugging at the end of his mohawk. "Babe…" he pleaded her so she said against his neck "He's out. He's with Marley".
That was all he needed to know. He slanted his lips on hers and got up, keeping her in his arms. She barely noticed they were moving. Actually, she didn't notice that at all! She just found herself seating on the bathtub's edge with Noah taking off her dress and his pants and turning on the how spray of the shower.
She started to kiss his neck again (today, she really wanted to left a hickey on him… She felt inspired; even if she could never top the star-shaped one he gave her once) and pumped his already hard member teasingly. He groaned at the sensation and pushed her under the hot spray, kissing her ferociously while playing with her hard nipples.
She was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his fucking life. Water was cascading flawlessly down her tan body, in the valley between her boobs just to dive from her bellybutton and ending down her long perfect legs.
He was the most beautiful and perfect man she had ever seen. As the water made its way down his neck, she couldn't help but watch the small trails of water moving quickly on his pecs, on his abs and on the perfect and sexy V that lead to the promised land.
Watching him and feeling him on her just reminded her how much Rachel needed her boyfriend inside of her. She stated, as his mouth found his way to her right nipple "Honey, I needed you inside me like ten minues ago. Please, Noah, don't tease me…". He grunted and picked her up before easily sliding her down his length and starting to pounding into her; he started at a dangerously slow pace until his movements were quickly and incoherent: his only goal was leading her into her climax. And in fact, minutes later, she was screaming his name with her eyes closed and muscles were clenching around him, driving into his climax as well.
They didn't know just how much time did they spend into each other's arms, just pecking and whispering sweet words, but they definitely knew it was a while because the water was turning colder. They smiled at each other and started to shower for real. He soaped her body while she had fun putting shampoo on his mohawk and see if she could model it into different shapes (she secretively loved his haircut. It was so… him and he was adorable and hot at the same time with it. No matter how many times she would say that the mohawk was ridiculous: she loved it), laughing at the silliness of the other for the rest of the time.
Ten minutes later, they were finally out of the shower (not entirely their decision. They were kinda force to get out of there because the water turned into ice cold) and, wrapped in fluffy towels, made their way to her room but, as they were in the middle of the hallway, Finn appeared in front of them and stopped in tracks.
"Well" the tall guy murmured "This was a vision I would have gladly done without". Rachel was twelve different shades of red while Puck was laughing out loud and told him between the laughter "Don't act so shocked, dude. You know we fuck! It's not breaking news. You do the same thing with Marley". At that, Rachel put her hands on her ears and started to yell "Lalalalalala! I don't want to hear! Lalalalalalalalalalala!" before disappearing in her room and closing the door behind her soundly.
Finn shook his head with his eyes closed and said "Man, I don't even know how the hell the two of you fell in love. You're, like, completely different". Puck laughed even more but then he replied "We're like bread and jam. I'm a little squared and go… Well, used to go, with everything while Rach is sweet, soft and flexible. We're completely different but together we kick some serious asses".
Rachel's brother laughed at the comparison and simply informed him that the other guys would be there in 20 minutes and to let Rachel know that. When he entered the bedroom, she was already wearing a pair of jeans with the T-shirt she stole from his mother's house, his ex-football uniform shirt. Let's just say that the sight of 'Puckerman' written on her back brought up… well, you know what that brought up!
She smiled sweetly at him and asked "Can I choose the type of jam I get to be?". He laughed out loud and, shaking his head, headed to the closet. He was about to pick up some clothes from the little pile he kept at her place when he felt her body pressed against his body and her arms around his waist.
After enjoying the sensation of her lips between his shoulder's blades, he put his hand on hers and she said "I know you hate it when I call you adorable but you really are. I love you, you big teddy bear".
He rolled his eyes and kept holding her even when she tried to move so she could go to the kitchen and prepare some sandwiches for the guys, making her frown slightly. He dragged her in front of him so that she was facing him, holding her close to his almost naked body. He passed one finger on the side of her face and said in a low voice "I'm like that only with you". She smiled fondly, losing herself in his beautiful hazel eyes, as she whispered "I know".
His thumb brushed against her check as he softly say "So, if any of the others ever find it out, I'm going to deny you my awesome body for a long-ass time". Rachel laughed out loud until tears came out of her eyes. When she calmed down, she looked at him in the eyes and, with a very Puckerman-esque smirk, said "Please, Noah. I know you can't resist me", exiting the room swaying her hips and gathering her hair on one side so that he could read his surname on her.
Let's just say that the growl that came from him was enough for her to know that she was absolutely right: he couldn't resist her at all.
Almost all the guys were seated in Finn and Rachel's living room, waiting for Blaine and joking like old friends do. Rachel ran at the door when the doorbell rang and let a very tired Santana in. She barely slept the night before because of the guy's fun trip at the precinct and then she had to be at the law firm, where they asked to stay a little bit longer for some paperwork.
The Latina entered and made a straight line to the couch, where Finn made place for her. She took her high heels off and wiggled her toes a little, closing her eyes and pinching her nose. She looked as exhausted as she was.
Rachel came in the room with a fuming cup in her hand and sat on the arm of the sofa, smiling apologetically and kindly telling her "Tana, drink this. You'll feel better. I even put a little bit of cinnamon and cream in it… Your favourite". Santana opened one eye and grinned, happily accepting the cup. "You're the shit, B. Thank you. I'm kinda beat".
Rachel squeezed gently her arm and replied "I know. And this is why, after you talk with the guys, you're going straight to my room and sleep. Your change of clothes are already on the bed and I'm going to call Britt so she'll know that you're staying here. I'm not accepting 'no' as answer so you just have to go with it!".
Santana chuckled before saying "Seriously, right now, I don't even have the strength to fight you with this and I'm really fucking tired so your bed seems like heaven. I'm not going to pass it up". Rachel patted the top of the Latina's head and exclaimed "Good girl!". The petite brunette looked at her best friend as she sipped slowly at her cup and then asked "Are you hungry? I'm sure I could fix you something in no time" but Santana laughed amused and patted her tight, assuring her "No, B. I'm not that hungry. I'm just fucking tired and can't wait to sleep a bit. I feel like I could sleep for at least three days".
After Rachel kissed the other's forehead and whispered "Thank you again, Tana", she turned to see Blaine coming in the living room. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek before walking to Puck and snuggling against his body, sighing contently when he kissed her temple while caressing her side tenderly.
The brown-eyed woman decided that it was time to tell the others the news about the club and Schue (and let Santana finally go to sleep. Poor thing was absolutely exhausted and Rachel felt guilty for that) so she raised her voice enough to get the other's attention and started by saying "Okay, gentlemen. It's time to tell you why we asked you to come over this afternoon. You see, it's a very delicate topic and I don't know how to tell you this because I'm sure it will put you into a very confused state of mind and it will probably cause you inner turmoil, which is something I would never want you to go through…".
Puck rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's lack of synthesis so he took the matters in his own hands and simply explained "The police arrested Schue and Jewfro because they used to meet at the club with some sort of mob men so we basically don't have a job anymore. I don't know what will happen to the club but I think it will be closed down. Yesterday, while we were at the party working, they arrested us too and turns out that Beiste was a officer undercover who was sent to investigate on us and on the club".
Sam's, Blaine's and Artie's mouths were hanging open at this point and Rachel hit his chest, hissing "God, Noah, you're like a bull in a china shop! What's wrong with you?!". Puck looked at her right in the eyes as he simply stated "Babe, they're simple men, you have to keep it simple for them to understand! I'm almost sure that Trouty Mouth and Anderson don't even know what 'turmoil' means", before looking back at his shocked friends. After a couple of minutes, they saw Blaine frowned and glared at Noah, stating "Hey, I know what 'turmoil' means!".
Since that was the only thing that came out from the three men, Rachel turned towards Santana and asked her "Tana, have you got any type of information about the progression of the case? Did they keep you informed over the investigations?".
The Latina sighed deeply before starting "I talked earlier with the captain and I know that they had put police tape at the doors so the club is off limits since they did some inspections and found out some blocks of coke in the dressing room and around the club. Of course, the captain tried to come back with the crap of you guys being involved and, of course, I called bullshit, telling him that he could call any of you in for another deposition only if he would have found your fingerprints on the blocks. Otherwise, I'll kick his ass until you can read on it "Leave 'em alone". Trouty Mouth, Abrams and Warbler, I named myself your lawyer as well so you don't have to worry about a damn thing. About Schuester and the creep, they're in jail since the police have evidences that linked them to the Lancini family and the drug cartel and they will stay there until the trial".
Noah was still pretty shocked that Santana was a lawyer but then Finn's words from the night before appeared in his brain so he frowned a little and asked her "Wait a minute, Lopez. You're not an actual lawyer as right now. So how can you be our lawyer?", looking at her until she replied with a tired voice "I'm going to get my degree in a couple of months so it's not like I don't know what I'm doing, you asshat. I'm an apprentice at the firm and my supervisor told me that it's possible to follow you by myself in the early stages of this mess. If your asses should be dragged further in this sea of shit, you'll be follow by him for free so he could fill his pro-bono quote for the year".
Santana yawned soundly as Rachel looked at the guys and asked "Do you have any other questions for Santana?". When the guys shook their heads, the petite brunette gently smiled at her best friend and told her "Tana, you can go to sleep. Tomorrow morning I have to be at the theatre at 8 so, if you have to wake up earlier or later, remember to set your own alarm. Sweet dreams, Tana". "G'Night Rach. See ya later, fuckers" said Santana before getting up and paddling her way to Rachel's room.
Artie, Blaine and Sam were still shocked and the other four people in the room could only watch them as the words sunk in.
"What am I going to do now? Sure, it wasn't an ideal job but it allowed me to have enough time and money to follow my dreams and passions" Blaine finally stated with a sad tone, making Mike, Sam and Finn nod as well while Artie was lost in his thoughts, biting his bottom lip absentmindedly. The woman in the room couldn't help but frown: how happened that all these men were so unhappy about their job but were so desperate right now about losing it?
So, she told them "I don't see how not having this job precludes you from achieving your dreams. And how could the three of you agree with that statement? On the contrary, this will help you focus so much more on them. Mike, you could finally be a part of Brittany's company full-time and help her doing choreographies, earning some money on your own. Blaine, you could start to audition as soon as you want to, without being tired from the night before and not working at the club will greatly help your singing skills since we all know that the lack of proper sleep is very dangerous for vocal cords. Artie, you know you would have left the job anyway in a couple of weeks because you and Mercedes are moving to California and not working could give you more time to organise the last things for the moving. Sam and Finn, you can focus more on your musical career with Noah. Mr. Harris already said that he's willing to pay you too and, like Noah told me earlier, you could move to the Friday slot, which means a bigger crowd and more opportunities to meet someone who believes in your musical project. Seriously, the only one who seems happy right now is Noah!".
Mike looked at his friend and, cautiously, tried to reply "Rachel, everything you said sounds awesome but we need money to live and I don't think that the possibility you just told us will makes us earn enough to support our current way of life".
Rachel closed her eyes and sighed before speaking again "Guys, I don't want to take it too far or cross some sort of line since I don't know how you managed your incomes up until now, but you all worked at the club for at least 4 years so that means that you all have a quite large and comfortable net for the rainy days. Well, those days have arrived and this is your chance to do something that you're really passionate on. Maybe you can't spend as many money as before but I think that the gratification and the satisfaction that will come from what you decide to do will make it all worth it. And, if you didn't save any money for these days? We'll help you. You're like family to me and I believe in you and in your ambition. We'll find a way through it".
The petite brunette shoot her friends a smile and then asked "At least can you promise me that you will think about what I just said?". The other men all nodded and got up to hug her before heading to the door. They had a lot to think about and they needed to talk about all that with their significant others too.
Noah stayed a little bit longer, playing at COD and cursing at Finn, who just laughed it off and kept playing. Rachel sat next to him, her head on his tight and her legs hanging lazily from the arm of the sofa (tuning out the atrocious shenanigans thanks to her iPod and the 'Wicked' Soundtrack). They stayed like this until it was time for dinner which she fixed quickly for the three of them and also prepared something for Santana so, if later that night she got hungry (and, knowing the Latina, she would), she would have something decent to eat.
When it was time for Noah to go to his place, the couple spent at least 20 minutes on the door, whispering their goodbyes and sharing soft sweet kisses. It was the first time in two weeks that Puck and Rachel would spend divided and it wasn't very easy for them. Prove was a text that she received later that night from him:
From: Noah "Fuck, B… Since when my bed is so fucking huge?! Like srsly, not having ur hot bod next 2 me rlly put things into prospective… Didn't realised u were fat ;D"
Rachel rolled her eyes reading at it and settled herself in her bed so that the light from her phone wouldn't disturb her best friend (even if she was dead to the world in that moment) before answering him.
To: Noah "If that was a way for telling me that you miss sleeping next to me, it failed miserably. If you deem me that large, next time you can go sleep with Sam or Finn so I'll have all the mattress for myself. And, please, stop writing as if you don't know how to spell words; you're better than that. P.S.: I miss you too, you big dumb-dumb P.P.S.: I'll see you tomorrow P.P.P.S.: I love you".
She fell asleep with a content smile on her face after she read his reply.
From: Noah "Good lord, woman. Just received 5 fucking texts! U have 2 start talk/write like a norm gal. And like hell I'll sleep w/ those 2: prefer feeling ur tight hot ass all against me. Sweet dreams. I LOVE YOU TOO (happy?)".
It was one of the first days of June and the whole gang was at Artie and Mercedes' place: today would be their last day in New York.
That afternoon they would move out of their place and take off for Silicon Valley. They already took out a mortage in a cute two story house in the suburbs of San Josè and Artie already talked with several firms' managers who were interested in working with him and in developing his projects so the future for the soon-to-be Abrams family seemed quite bright ahead.
After Artie left Rachel and Finn's place that afternoon, he immediately went to Mercedes and told her that they could move right after her graduation and finally getting married so they decided that the wedding would take place in late August. Thank God, the majority of the wedding organisation was already planned perfectly and taken care of (since he proposed a year prior but they both decided to wait until they could move to the West Coast) so they just had to take care of minor things.
They were the happiest people in the whole world for that. The only thing that saddened them was that they had to leave their friends here. They knew that they were just a phone call away but it wouldn't be the same as see them in flesh at least once a day.
However, everyone was helping them out: the girls putting into boxes the last things and the boys carrying boxes upon boxes in the U-Haul that Artie rented. Well, not exactly everyone: Kurt stopped putting sweaters away after stating that his eyes couldn't take anymore bright-coloured zebra print hoodies and threatening to throw them all away and burn them while Santana was just laughing her ass off at his reactions and disgusted squeaks. Brittany was drawing fat cats in every single box, focusing so much that the tip of her tongue was sticking out her mouth.
The guys were hanging in the kitchen, joking around while the girls were packing. Artie entered in the living room, where the girls were, and asked them "So, are you done? Can we load these boxes and leave? You're taking forever just to pack a couple of things". Mercedes glared at her fiancée and told him with a finger in the air "Oh, hell to the no, white boy. You're not bitching at me and my girls because we're still putting away stuff, which is yours too, all by ourselves while you big boys just hang there, drinking beer and doing absolutely anything!".
Artie chuckled a little and went next to his fiancée, hugging her from behind and pecking on shoulder. "Sorry, 'Cedes. You're right. Are there any boxes that we can already load in the truck?" he told her gently, grinning when he saw Mercedes blushing and smiling coyly at his touch.
The room was silent until a voice fake-coughed the word "Whipped!". "Noah!" Rachel chastised him while the others started to laugh out loud. Artie shook his head amused and rebutted "Like you're the one who can talk, Puck!" but the other frowned a little and replied childishly "Am not!", making Santana scoff and say "Please Puckerman, probably the whole east coast knows that Rachel has you wrapped around that tiny midget pinkie finger of hers!".
The outrageous cry from Rachel "Hey! I'm not a midget!" didn't stop the Latina from saying "For crying out loud, Puck, she made you buy her tampons and you don't think you're whipped?!". Noah's mouth fell open and his eyes were big as saucers while all their friends started to laugh again.
"Babe!" he whined "Why did you tell Satan about that?! You know that she can't keep her mouth shut for shit!". Rachel was giggling as she replied "Noah, it's not a big bad secret that should be kept private at all costs. I buy you things all the times". Noah glared at her and told her "But never tampons!", making the brown-eyed woman say back "If you want, I can buy you tampons too so we're even".
The room exploded in an even louder laughter before Noah stomped away in the kitchen, immediately followed by Rachel. He put his hands on the kitchen counter and closed his eyes as he felt those tiny hands he loved so much slide around his waist.
"That was fucking embarrassing, Rach" he mumbled, sighing when he felt her pecking the space between his shoulders' blades. "Would you turn around, please?" she asked gently and lessened her hold on him as he turned and glared at her. She went closer to him, leaning against his chest, and, with her chin on him and her head tilted up, she stated "There's nothing embarrassing in you buying your girlfriend feminine products. And don't start again with all that nonsense that you have to keep your badass façade because those people in the living room know you for who you are and there's no need to pretend with them".
He rolled his eyes and whined a little bit more "B, you don't understand! Dudes are not supposed to buy that crap to their girls but, most of all, if they do, no one has to find it out. Like, fucking never! And I'm not whipped".
He almost pouted as he finished talking. He was adorable. He was like a big baby boy and Rachel really had to fight the urge of showering his face with kisses.
So, she just smiled, rose on her tip toes and whispered against his lips "If it's any consolation to you, I'm wrapped around your finger too".
He finally broke into a smile and dove in the kiss, feeling still goosebumps on his arms as she languidly passed her tongue on the roof of his mouth. They kissed until Brittany came in and, with a big bright smile, said "Puckleberry, it's time to start loading the van so you have to stop kissing, even if you look very hot while doing it". The couple chuckled as they separated themselves from the other and went in the other room.
It was full of brown boxes and the guys listened how Mercedes wanted them to be loaded and which ones should be put in the van first (Guess who wore the pants in that relationship?), starting to carrying the boxes once the got it all. It was girls' time to finally relax while sipping at their beers or soda and enjoying the view. All the guys had an amazing bodies but seeing them lifting boxes and showing off all those perfect contacted muscles were a really turn on. Rachel was sure that she licked her lips more than a couple of times looking at Noah's lovely arms (and she was also more than certain that he noticed that, since he was really showing off his 'guns' more that the movements required) and so did the others (she even saw Brittany a little bit flushed for all the testosterone that the guys were radiating).
In no time, the group was out, on the street, hugging their friends goodbye and telling them to drive safely. Tears were shed especially from Rachel and Kurt, who, admittedly, were the closer with the black beauty. When Rachel left Mercedes' side, wiping away a couple of tears, Puck's arm immediately circled her and dragged her next to him, kissing her head affectionately while she leaned gently on his large frame.
"God, you suck for making me cry!" chuckled sadly the curvy woman, wiping away tears from her own cheeks as well "It's not like we're not going to never see each other. Hell, you're going to be our bridal party! By the way, girls, the saleswoman called me yesterday and told me that your dresses are going to be ready in two weeks so remember to go and pick them up". All the girls nodded with smiles. The couple decided that the girls would be her bridesmaids while the boys his groomsmen (the maid of honour's and best man's spots were already taken by Mercedes' sister and Artie's childhood friend, respectively).
"Well guys, guess it's time for us to go. Thank you so much for your help and… we'll see you soon" said Artie, his voice a little bit broken as well even if you could see that he couldn't wait to start his new life with Mercedes.
Puck nodded to him and told them "Don't be strangers, okay?", making the couple chuckle and nod in response. As they were getting in the truck, Rachel yelled "Drive safely and call us when you'll arrive. Don't make us worry!", which made the others laugh out loud. "Okay, mom! We will!" Artie answered before winking at her and disappear in the cabin of the van.
The small group watched the rented truck leave and laughed when they heard it honk a couple of times happily, turning right and out of sight.
The little group of friends stayed there a couple of seconds, still fixing the point when the vehicle disappeared before slowly starting to walk down the sidewalk, heading for their usual bar. The first round would definitely be in honour of Artie and Mercedes and of the beginning of their life together in Cali.
That's it for chapter 20! What do you guys think of it? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Let me know by reviewing it! :)
See you soon, dearies!