I decided to be nice and update twice today. I've been super busy, y'all. Like, seriously. BUT I GRADUATE ON SATURDAY AND THEN I WILL BE FREEEEEE! Anyway, this one is short, but I think it's my fave.

DISCLAIMER: No Glee ownage happening here.

Moments like these reminded Puck why he was in love with Rachel Berry, not like he ever forgot. But with body pressed against his and hearing her soft sighs made it seem so easy.

It had never been easy for Puck to love Rachel Berry. It wasn't something he planned on, either. It just kind of happened. It was even harder being with Rachel, harder than Puck would have ever thought possible. They had been together two years now, were both grown up and relatively mature adults.

Against all odds, they stayed in touch after high school. She went to New York, he went to junior college in Lima before packing up all of his stuff and moving to Columbus. She always had time to stop in and visit when she came home. Naturally, she drove him insane with all her talk about New York and classes and Broadway, but he always found that he was sad when she would go.

They had been out of high school for five years when it all changed. Puck had long since stopped denying to himself that he was in love with Rachel. She had stopped in on one of her usual visits and they were sitting at his kitchen table as she talked. Her phone rang during a monologue. It was the airline calling to tell her that her flight had been pushed back for the next afternoon, meaning she needed a place to crash for the night. Puck hardly needed to puppy eyes she gave him when she asked for the couch, but he pretended like he did anyway.

That night was when the dam broke. One minute they were watching a movie, one minute they weren't. He had his arms tight around her waist and hers were underneath his shirt, sending goosebumps all down his spine. He kissed her neck and whispered "I love you's" against her skin. She cancelled her flight the next morning and spent the whole day in his arms.

It didn't take long for him to move out to New York and into her apartment. It also didn't take long for her dads and teachers and friends to have something to say about it. It took even less time for his mother and friends to jump into it.

They all said the same thing. She was too good for him, he would hurt her, she was throwing her life away, she was settling, he was an idiot, it wouldn't last. Their voices played overtime in both of their heads, loud and aggressive.

"Why can't they just leave us be?" she would ask him, tears in her eyes. "We're old enough to make our own decisions! I can't call home anymore without someone jumping down my throat!"

But all they had to do was touch or kiss, and the rest of the world would fade away. When he was with her, Puck never had a doubt that they would make it. He saw it sometimes in her eyes, but moments like this, when he held her in his arms with the lights dimmed and they swayed to the music in their living room, he knew that she knew it was all going to be okay.

"Everybody's been a-talkin'.
They say our love wasn't real, that it would soon be over.
That's not the way that I feel.
But I don't worry, honey.
Let them say what they may."

He pulled her closer to his chest, inhaling deeply the scent of her shampoo. Vanilla, always vanilla. Sometimes, late at night, music would drift in through their open window from God-knew-where. It drove Rachel crazy, but Puck liked it. He liked feeling connected to a random stranger, even if for a little while. To get Rachel to stop complaining, Puck would grab her hand, and with a "May I have this dance?" her irritation would dissolve into a soft smile. They would sway back and forth in their living room, sometimes for up to an hour. It never got old for them, and no matter how mad they would get at each other (and boy did they ever get mad at each other), they would always set it aside and dance.

Puck leaned his head down to sing quietly in her ear. "Com on and stick with me, baby. We'll find a way." He liked seeing her skin flush when he did that. He kissed her shoulder softly and moved to spin her. She giggled when she came back into his arms.

Puck always knew they were going to make it. He never had any doubts in his mind. Especially not in moments like these.

"Noah," she whispered into his chest, "let's stay like this always, ok?" He nodded and leaned down to kiss her.

"Come on and stick with me, baby.
We'll find a way.
Yes, we'll find a way."

Puck was sure that he would never love anyone as much as he loved her. As long as they had each other, they were always going to be ok, even if times were hard. The thought that maybe she wanted to spend forever with him, too, was enough to make him lean down and whisper a certain question in her ear.

He felt her start to cry against his shirt as she pressed herself closer to him. She nodded into him, and he pulled her as close as he could to him.

Yeah, they were going to be just fine.