Rachel's pov
I can hear the first notes of Faithfully playing, and then I hear him sing. This is all very sweet, even though I know at least three of the guys in glee club are better singers. I wonder what today is, maybe our one month anniversary or something?
Oh no, oh no, oh god no. Finn, stand up! What are you doing? Why are you getting on one knee, no, no don't do that! "Rachel, will you marry me?" He says, standing alone in the center of the stage in the auditorium as the music dies out. "Um..." Luckily Santana barges in. "Idiot face! Put that dollar store ring down!" Finn glowers at her. "I am in the middle of proposing! Rachel was just about to accept!" I feel furious. How does he know I would do that? Santana drags me away by the arm, as she shouts back at him, "well, she can't do that now, the bell rang and we have HONORS CLASSES to be at!" Yeah, Santana decided that senior year she would use her smarts for school as well as plotting revenge. I really needed to ask her some things, though. "First of all, how did you know I was in there?"
"Locker room talk. He really needs to be more careful to whom he says proposal plans to." she shrugged. "Second, idiot face? Really?"
"It's the morning, and I haven't had coffee yet. Good insults come from arabica beans." She said defensively. I laugh, and we continue down the halls to chemistry.
"Hi!" I say to Noah, sitting down in the comfy Lima bean chair. "Peppermint mocha with soy milk, one sugar." He recites, looking at the coffee he bought for me. I glow inside, happy he remembered my order. Finn barely remembers my middle name. Noah looks down, clutching his coffee nervously, black coffee with two sugars. "Santana told me Finn proposed."
"I haven't said anything yet."
"You can't marry him." He says, suddenly desperate.
"Why?" I challenge.
Finn stomps in."Rachel!" I inwardly sigh. Talk about clingy. "Yeah?"
"WHAT are you doing?"
"Having coffee."
"With Puck? You told me you guys are just friends!"
"We are just friends, Finn. I have coffee with Kurt, Santana, Brittany, Tina, Mercedes, and Mike. You want to suggest I'm more then friends with them too?"
Finn... Well, Finn puts on his constipated monkey face. And then, Santana barges in. Thank goodness. "Lumps the clown!" Now that is more like it.
While Finn whines at Santana about her insults, I look back at Noah. "Why was it, again?"
"Never mind. It's not important." He says. Clutching his mug like his life depended on it.
At home, I go through the numerous reasons why he would think I shouldn't get married to Finn. I can think of a couple, myself.
I'm still in high school.
Broadway.
Broadway.
Santana HAS to be my Maid of Honor, and she would never agree to it if I was marrying Finn.
Broadway.
What if Noah actually is my true love/knight in shining armor?
Eeeeep! I haven't updated in soooooo long. Sorry! I know, it's short, and after so long, I should put in more, but i've kinda lost my muse. Looking forward to next chapter, though, Santana Pov! YES! I love insulting Finn.
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