Puck came in and sat on her couch. He noticed she had a big TV and a stereo. In the next room he could see a giant mirror. He smiled and waited for her to get them the Pepsis she promised. As soon as she sat down Puck cleared his throat. He pretended to have dropped a penny on the floor, then went to pick it up. He got on one knee and dug around like he found it, but instead of pulling out a penny to show her, he showed her a ring case. He opened it slowly, "Will you marry me?"

Rachel started crying and covered her mouth with her right hand, extending her left hand out and nodding insanely. He stood up and picked her up from the couch and kissed her more passionately then he ever had before. "This is the best decision I think you've ever made Rachel."

She hugged him and the two sat on the couch again, snuggling. "So when do you go on tour?"

Rachel looked at him sadly, "Two months. I'll turn nineteen next month though, we can celebrate."

"Trust me, we will. When should we get married?"

"How about we have the wedding after the tour, it's only four months, and if you come with on tour, we can plan the whole time."

Puck grimaced. It did sound better then letting her character's love interest be alone with her for four months. He had to admit, it wasn't ideal, but he would get over it, "Yeah, that works. As long as I get you to myself." He winked. She giggled a little. He was finally able to let the old Puck back out. He'd been trying to set a 'good' example as a teacher for so long, that he'd forgotten how much fun it was to be him.

"We, well, I need to get some sleep. I'm guessing you don't have anywhere to stay?" Puck nodded. She grabbed his hand and led him to her room, "No touching, no nudity, and no sex."

He sighed, "Fine." She rolled her eyes and went to the bathroom to get ready. He pulled of his shirt leaving his pants intact. She came back a little gasp escaped her mouth before she pulled herself together.

She laid in her bed and pulled up the covers, "I said no nudity."

"This isn't nudity, it's called no shirt. Have you ever been swimming?" Rachel nodded, "Then this isn't anything you haven't seen, unless you have?"

Rachel gasped, "I can't believe you would have such assumptions about me."

Puck scoffed, "You haven't met the real Noah Puckerman. Did you know I got a chick pregnant in high school? And she still went out with me again later!"

"Well you must be one heck of a guy, huh?"

He smirked, "You could say that." He laid in bed next her and she bit her lip. His body heat made her warm. She pecked his lips then turned the other way, pretending to fall asleep immediately. He hugged her waist, and a small smile spread across her lips.

In the morning she woke him up explaining that if he wanted to come with her to work, he had to get up now. He slowly pulled himself up and pulled his shirt back on. He mumbled something about needing new clothes later today. She frowned at him. He said he hadn't brought any. They got in her car and drove to Broadway. They walked in and her love-interest put his hand on his hip, "Who's that? Paparazzi, crazed fan, or just a bad bad mistake?"

Puck rolled his eyes, "Shut up! I'm a close friend, k? Got a problem?"

Rachel sighed, "He is my fiance."

The director stared at her, "Since when?"

She blushed, "Last night."

Her love-interest scoffed, "Pop a cherry, 'fiance?'"

"None of your fucking business 'actor.' But if it was, no, I didn't pop any cherries. Not recently anyways." He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "If you know what I mean?" The Broadway star looked away upset that he wasn't the one Rachel loved, or that anyone loved. Puck leaned over to Rachel and whispered in her ear, "I will be the one to pop your cherry, right?"

She slapped his chest. "I'm sorry, Noah is annoying at times. Can we get to rehearsal, I hear very important people are going to be here tonight!"

Puck took a seat and got ready to watch them practice. He watched, and then they paused, the director yelled, and they started and stopped again. It was interesting. At one point he stopped and walked on the stage, telling them that when you sleep with a girl, you gotta do it right. They almost kicked him out. He went back and sat down, waiting again. About two hours later they got to leave.

Puck wrapped an arm around her, "Window shopping?"

"How do you know me so well?" she smiled and walked with him down the street, instead of walking to her car. They walked and window shopped for hours and eventually had several bags of clothes for him, and gifts for her.

He went home and showered, with her, and then changed into his new clothes. Together they got ready, and she dressed in a fancy dress, dark blue with elegant sparkles, and they went to her show so she would do her job once again. They walked through the doors, paparazzi asking who she was wearing on her shoulder this afternoon. She smiled and said her fiance, and continued inside. They kissed and he told her to break a leg, and went to take a seat.

The show was great. The went home and passed out on the couch together watching Funny Girl. He new he was making the right decision with her.

A/N: Sorry this chapter isn't great. I'm trying to end the story, and I'm sorta running dry on ideas (: Hope you like it anyways!