Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
A/N: I am a great admirer of music, but was never properly trained. Please forgive any glaring musical misnomers. Also, prepare yourselves. This is a long one...
Finally, Rachel thought as she walked into glee. Today was a wonderful day so far, but glee was the one place she could be truly free from stress and pressure in school. Although the situation with Finn hadn't improved much, the tension was far less palpable in glee. She felt lighthearted as she sat in the front row, and she mused it was probably because of Noah. He had been such a gentleman all day, despite the few cheerleaders who gave her hateful glances. He opened doors for her, sat with her at lunch, and just generally had a good time with her. Noah always had an easy way of just being around her, and for a Friday, she greatly needed that.
Mr. Shue called attention to the room.
"Actually, Mr. Shue, I just had something I wanted to try for last week's theme, even though I already did one with Finn." Mr. Shue nodded, and for the first time, Noah stood up for a solo without his guitar.
Rachel was stunned. Her heart fluttered a bit as the piano started the intro to Bruno Mars', "When I was Your Man".
Noah swayed a little as he sang the first verse with his hands in his pockets, eyes down. When he got to the first chorus, Rachel could see the pain etched in his beautiful face. She heard Brittany and Santana help as background in the seats behind her.
As he ended the first chorus, he glanced to the captivated crowd. He beat his chest with the line, "My pride, my ego, my selfish ways," and he peeked out of the corner of his eye at Rachel as he continued with the next line: "Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life."
Rachel felt the simmering of Finn's jealous rage next to her. Noah then closed his eyes, placing a fist over his heart for the rest of the song. He continued to sway with the beat, but at the last verse, he stopped and put his hands by his side. He then opened his eyes, looking forward at the rest of the group. He even managed to produce a tear by the end.
When the music stopped, everyone sat in shocked silence. Rachel was the first to stand and applaud. "Wonderful job, Noah," she started. "You got very close to achieving that high B, and I appreciated the vulnerability you conveyed by not hiding behind your guitar, and your minimal movements." Even though it seemed as if she was going to continue, Finn intervened.
"Yeah, great job, man." He stated, standing and grabbing Rachel's arm as the two walked out of the room.
Rachel glanced quizzically up at Finn. "What are you doing? I wasn't done with my evaluation of Noah's performance!"
"Rachel, I just want to talk to you alone. And after that song, I think Puck was really trying to tell me something." He took a deep breath as Rachel leaned against the lockers in the empty hallway. "I'm sorry I'm so jealous. But, its just that sometimes I do notice things. I notice how you are the only person at this school who can get away with calling him Noah. You are the only person who really makes him smile. He makes you laugh, and hard. Sometimes it doesn't feel the same when you are with me." Finn looked defeated at the floor. "He seems like he really cares for you. Loves you, even." Finn turned back to his potential fiancee. "You have to choose Rach. Me or him. I can't keep wondering."
Rachel sighed heavily. She knew this was coming. The Ultimatum. The last chance. What would happen if she chose Noah at this moment? Would Finn throw another tantrum? Would Noah even want her? Rachel sighed again, attempting to relieve her frustration. "Finn, I already made my choice time and time again. I chose to be with you, no matter what happened with Noah." Hope gleamed in Finn's eyes. "But, if this is how you act despite my already choosing you, then I have changed my mind." Finn turned furious. "Finn," she put her hands on his shoulders, "I choose me."
The shock of the ever-present third option appeared on both their faces. "What do you mean, Rach?"
"I mean I don't want to be with you Finn. For once, I am choosing to stay true to myself. If Noah wants me, or wants to woo me, then he can try. If you still feel passionately about me, then you may also attempt to convince me. However, I think right now, I need to focus on me and my future." Rachel felt the sudden impact of her decision, dropping her hands and gazing at the ground. "I need to get ready for after graduation, and I think that you should focus on your career options as well. I'm not saying I will never talk to you again, or that I won't interact with Noah. I am saying that I do not want a romantic relationship right now. Can you handle that?" Her confidence grew as she processed this decision, and it reflected in her voice. Rachel thought to herself that the answer to her last question wouldn't change her choice, but it would aid in future confrontations.
It was Finn's turn to sigh. "Ok, Rach. I get it. You're like obsessed with New York. I'll let you try it, but know that I'll always be here for you, in Lima."
Rachel internally scoffed. Even if her plan A and B both failed, Lima was plan X. Ultimate last resort. Suddenly, she realized that was what Finn became this past year. Her last resort. She knew she would take him back, forgive him. But the question Brittany, Santana, Kurt, and even Noah kept asking her was did she really want to keep Finn in her back pocket. Rachel nodded in understanding. "Thank you, Finn. I appreciate your acceptance. Now, may we return to glee? I believe there are others who wish to perform."
The two walked back into the class, purposely not sitting next to each other again. Finn moved to the back, as Rachel sat once more in the front. Noah moved to take Finn's seat.
"Hey, baby, everything cool?" he whispered to her.
Rachel subconsciously shivered at his warm breath and gravely voice in her ear. She nodded, unsure of herself to speak.
Puck sat in his chair while the rest of glee left the class. He knew what was said out in the hall, due to his sudden impeccable hearing, yet he didn't want to leave Rachel. He still had his part to fulfill. Also, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
MINE. His veela wouldn't stop repeating the word once her heard the official breakup. She was free now, and his veela was as joyful as he was possessive.
Rachel finished packing up her things. Puck turned to her, again whispering in her ear, "Hey, you need a ride home today?" His veela certainly didn't miss her shivering the first time and he rejoiced even more the second time.
"Oh, Noah," she partially jumped back. "Um, I.." she swiveled around, looking for Finn, Puck supposed.
"Finn left already." He provided.
"Just like Christmas all over again." She mumbled to herself, but Puck caught it.
"What? What do you mean, babe? What happened last Christmas?" The veela could sense her frustration and trepidation.
"I.. well," Rachel remembered the sight of Noah throwing Finn against the drums, and couldn't help but hope his reaction a bit more subdued this time. "He and I went together to get a tree for glee, but we were arguing. He left me there. I had to call my dads." She looked down at her clenched hands, missing the look of instant outrage on Puck's face. "It wasn't too bad, but I did have to wait a few hours because you know the tree lot is a little outside of town." She glanced up at him.
"What?" Puck's question was drenched in a silent and barely-contained fury.
Rachel was almost more afraid of how quietly he spoke. "I.. I.. provoked Finn, so it was really my fault. And nothing too bad came of it. I didn't catch, you know hypothermia or anything. Just a small cold. It really wasn't that bad, Noah." She put her hands on him to placate his anger.
Puck took three deep breaths. If he didn't the Veela surely would've broken free and took Finn's head off.
NO MERCY. HARMED MATE. DESERVE TO DIE. Puck closed his eyes, listening to the veela's anger and trying to let it wash over him rather than consume him.
Once he felt her cool hand on his cheek, he opened his eyes to drown in her chocolate pools of concern.
He took another breath. "No worries, princess. It just lately.." He didn't know how to explain it.
"Is everything alright, Noah? Is Becca doing ok? You've seemed really agitated lately."
SWEET MATE. KIND. LOVING. Puck agreed. OBSERVANT. STAY VIGILANT. NOT TIME YET TO REVEAL SELF. Puck agreed again, nodding physically.
"You know how my life is, Rach baby. I just.. want to keep... uhh... being nicer.. you know. To us Jews and all. Its just clearer to me now some of the things that haven't been so nice." He took a deep breath, making the half-truths come of easier. He was feeling much more relaxed with the tiny, cute hand on his face. "And I hate to think that I could've done something about it, before you had to get hurt. Fucking Finn!" He screamed the last two words, unable to hold his veela's rage back.
"Noah!" Rachel removed her hand. "Language, please!"
Puck realized that with those three words, he would never cuss again. He nodded serenely.
"Sure, Rach. Sorry. Just.." he stopped himself. Puck realized he wanted to say, "Anything and everything you tell me to do, and I'll do it. Just tell me what it is." Instead he said, "Just a hard habit to break, you know. If you need somethin, let me know." He flashed her a small smirk, hoping she did indeed tell him to do a multitude of things.
She sighed in resignation. "Well, you are right. I do think I need a ride." She smiled at him, laughing internally at the irony.
Puck couldn't stop the wide grin even if he wanted to. He would do anything to make Rachel smile. "Sure, Rach. I'm ready when you are." He tossed his bag over his shoulder to emphasize his point.
Ten minutes later, the two teens were in Noah's truck driving to Rachel's house.
"Sooo.. Rach," Noah turned down the radio with one hand, keeping one on the steering wheel. "Wanna tell me what happened back there? I mean, the gleeks all figured you and Finn broke up, but what caused it this time? It wasn't me, was it?"
Rachel laughed. It was all she could do. Of course the gleeks would gossip, and of course Noah would ask. She was just too tired of it being "this time." She responded, "I stopped."
Noah turned his confused gaze on the brunette, waiting for her to elaborate.
"I decided to stop the rubber band. If he wants me, he can try to woo me. But, I am swearing off men for the rest of the year." Her voice was determined, making Noah's heart still in his chest.
She eyed the driver, inconspicuously, and was surprised to see a hint of terror in his countenance. "I mean, I'm open to other suitors, if they should appear," she amended. "However, I will not seek them out. I need to focus on my studies and the NYADA audition in a few weeks." She nodded reaffirming her decision.
Noah steered the conversation away from the clearly uncomfortable. "NYADA, yeah! Thats so great Rachel!" He seemed sincerely enthused, and the use of her full first name caught her attention.
"Thank you, Noah. I appreciate the lack of demeaning or objectifying nicknames."
"Huh?"
"You called me Rachel. Not 'babe' or 'princess'"she smirked at his confused as his quipped, "I'm sure those usually work on the cheerio airheads, but I am not one of them. Nor am I one of your pool clients." She crossed her arms defensively, remembering his reputation.
Noah sighed. "Of course not, b-..uhh.. Rachel." He emphasized. "And those nicknames are not objectifying either. It would be objectifying if I called you 'sexy legs', or 'perfect boobs'." He laughed as he sent her the classic Puckerman smirk.
Outraged, Rachel scoffed loudly. "It isn't nice to lie like that, Noah. We both know Quinn is much prettier than I am. And, I can assure you, calling someone babe, princess, or even beautiful is objectifying. You are placing a person's worth on one thing. The outer."
Noah pulled the car over to the curb and turned off the radio. He turned in his seat, a feat considering the seat belt around him. Puzzled, Rachel turned fully to face him as well.
"Rachel Barbra Berry. I NEVER lie to you. I may avoid things, or even tell you half-truths, but I will NEVER outright lie. Especially about how hot you are, even compared to the barbie doll, Q." He paused, staring very seriously at his passenger.
Rachel's heart beat quickly, reminding her of the last time she and Noah had kissed. Her heart only beat this quickly around Noah, which was an enigma she never felt the urge to solve. She swallowed to focus herself.
"Do you believe me?" Noah asked low and slowly as if he was licking an ice cream cone.
Rachel could only nod. She remembered his comments about her sort skirts, his constant requests to make out, and his gazes when he thought she couldn't see.
Noah nodded slowly in return, glancing once at her closed lips, a few inches away. She swallowed once again, the tension in the car oh so palpable.
Noah returned to the steering wheel. "Good," he responded lightheartedly. "And I'm glad you aren't too beat up about Finn. He was always an unobservant jerk to you, once he had you." Noah turned silent and sad, making Rachel's head spin. One moment it felt like he was going to break something, the next, he wanted to kiss her, and then he became somber.
They continued to her house in silence, with only the radio filling the space of the truck.
Once Puck pulled into his driveway after dropping off Rachel, his ire at their conversation was still present. He hit the steering wheel a few times, in a minimal attempt to release his frustration. How could she not realize how hot his girl was? The answer that the veela supplied only increased his anger.
GIANTMAN. NEVER LOVED MATE. MATE FEELS UNLOVED. MUST CORRECT. Puck could sense the veela's split desire to either punch Finn again or go over to Rachel's house to show her how beautiful she was to him. Suddenly a light bulb went off in Puck's head. That was how he was going to "woo" her. Music worked well for him last time. And he had the perfect song. It was a bit of a pussy song, but for his girl, he would make it badass. Maybe a mashup. Yeah. Puck's anger melted away at the thought of how his girl would smile with his serenading her. The question became where. Should he wait til Monday and do it for her in glee? He remembered Kurt said Puck wasn't supposed to speak to Rachel at the party tomorrow, but maybe he could work on his mashup when she was in the same room. Of course she would be drawn to the music and then if she talked to him, that wouldn't break Kurt's rule, right? Yeah. Perfect. It would work.
Rachel was looking in her closet on Saturday morning, debating between her usual outfit choice or something a bit nicer, since it was a party that night. Suddenly, she heard a knock at her front door.
"Oookkay, Man-hands. I am ONLY loaning you my shiz cuz you need help. Like lots of professional help. But, until your head, booty, and wallet get big enough to actually be able to pay for that help, I guess I will do what I can. We both know you and the Juvenile Delinquent needs to gets your horizontal tango on, and I don't mean on the dance floor." Santana stated as she barged in before Kurt. Rachel stood in shock at the pair, not even noticing the large bags Santana was carrying.
"Huh?"
"Oh, deary, we are hair," Kurt pointed to himself, "and make-up," he pointed to Santana. He paused, letting the information sink in. "We knew you might chicken out wearing the dress you bought for the party tonight, especially after what happened yesterday, so we are here to make sure you are absolutely smokin." Kurt smiled at his best friend.
Rachel swallowed her immediate response of indignation. "Well, umm.. I was actually pondering if I should just chicken out of the party all together. I mean, would Finn really want me to come after Friday's unfortunate events?"
Kurt nodded emphatically. "Of course he does! He told me everything that happened and I explained to him that you two are now friends. That is what you wanted, right? To just be friends with Finn?"
Rachel nodded in return as the two walked up the stairs to her room.
Puck pulled his guitar from the back of his truck after parking along the Hudson-Hummel's house. He sighed, hoping desperately that his work last night and this morning would woo his little Jewish-American princess's heart enough to stop this game Hummel was overly enjoying. He walked right through the door, not bothering knocking. He was already thirty minutes late, so the party should be in full swing. The first few rooms and hallways were packed with the red and white jerseys of the football team members who were invited. It was only when he got to the spacious living room (and snack table) did he see any glee members. Santana and Britt were standing together, whispering.
"Hey, do you know if Berry's here yet?" He asked them over the music and conversation in the room.
"Yeah, she's here. But, so is Gigantor, JD. Better stay away unless you want to pummel him to the ER." Santana raised her eyebrow in challenge to accompany her statement.
Puck sighed internally. Of course they would bring up Finn, especially since it was his party. Puck decided to find a quiet space to play. He was sure that even with the music and people, his girl would find him.
He walked around until deciding that the outside pool area was his best bet. He took his strings from the case, and sat on a reclining pool chair. He started strumming the base tune. Only after he got through, in his mind, the intro did he start to sing.
"Lipstick stains, on the front lobe of my left side brains. I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind." His quiet words grew stronger after the first verse as he changed into his second song. "Beautiful girls, I could be chasing but my time would be wasting, ain't got nothin on you, baby. Nothin on you baby." He smiled to himself as he continued interspersing one chorus with another.
"I'm always going to want to blow your mind. They got nothin on you baby. The way you move ain't fair you know. They might say hey, and I might say hi, but you shouldn't worry about what they say. They got nothin on you baby. The way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a thing you do, tonight." Puck lifted his head to see if any short brunette showstopper was around. She wasn't. He sighed. His hope fell apart. Swirling his mind with memories of her short skirts swaying as she danced and sang kept him company until Britt found him.
"Hey Puck, some other gleesters are playing Truth or Dare. Wanna play?" Her innocent and vacant smile spurned him to forget the failure of his plan.
"Sure." He said as he put his instrument away.
"Kurt, look. It's Noah." Rachel stated as she glanced outside hearing the beautiful acoustic mash-up. She smiled brightly to herself as she imagined he was singing about her. After their conversation in the car, Rachel had a hard time thinking about anything else. They stayed standing, listening, and watching until they could tell the song was coming to a close. Her smile only grew towards the end.
Kurt smiled as well, but quickly deterred her away from the boy. "Cute. Come on, we are going to play a game downstairs, away from all these jocks."
Rachel nodded, a little heartbroken at not having the opportunity to congratulate Noah on a wonderful arrangement.
Five minutes later, Noah walked downstairs trailing behind Britt. The group, sitting in a circle, had just decided to play Truth or Dare. Rachel was getting slightly nervous in regards to the dare portion of the game, but she realized that if nothing else, she could always be "classic Berry" and work on practicing her dramatic exists.
The first person to answer was Santana, the woman without fear, as Rachel nicknamed her in her head. "I choose dare." No one in the oval was very surprised.
"Ok," Mercedes started, "I dare you to answer truth from this point on!" She grinned in smug satisfaction at the look of astonishment on the Latina's face. The rest of the glee clubers chuckled, still afraid of being put on Santana's black list.
Santana glared around the group, "Fine. My victim is the walking STD." She pointed to Puck. "Truth or dare?"
Puck rolled his eyes at the nickname. "I am clean by the way, and I haven't even gotten any since.." He stilled his breath. The glee members waited for him to continue in anticipation. He seemed nervous to Rachel, so she was extremely curious. It wasn't like Noah to back down from discuss sex, or at least his own sex life. He sighed. "Since like last year or whatever. Anyway. I pick dare." Rachel relaxed internally. She had a bad feeling that she wouldn't like what would happen if Santana asked him a truth question.
"I dare you to do the most pussy-whipped, domestic thing you can think of for the rest of the game." She smiled in her own sense of smugness. Puck sighed again, standing up.
To everyone's surprise, he sat on Rachel's other side, opposite Kurt, and help her hand.
"There. Kurtzilla. Your turn."
Kurt shook himself from his stupor, "Oh, um, sure. Yeah. I pick truth."
Puck rolled his eyes. "Fine. Do you really think you are a better singer than Rachel?" All eyes turned to Kurt.
He laughed softly. "Umm.. No." His face dropped. "I know she's the best singer out of all of us," he help up a hand in Mercedes direction, "And we all know it."
Rachel gasped lightly. She knew she was talented. A star. She also knew that the others knew she was amazing, but she didn't believe that they thought her the best, truly. She always harbored a bit of doubt of the others' sincerity. Noah squeezed her hand as he held it. Her heart blossomed at his sweetness. She allowed herself a moment to reflect on Noah's actions. The most, domestic, thing he could allow himself to do was to support her, through a thoroughly platonic, friendly action. It was surprising, but highly welcome. She gave him a small smile.
"Ok, Rach," Kurt pressed. "I choose you."
Rachel sighed. They all knew she was going to choose truth. She knew she was going to choose truth. Instead, supported as she was by Noah's gentleness, she felt daring. "Dare."
Kurt looked slightly taken back. "Oh.. umm.. Ok. Uh.. I dare you to... kiss the second most attractive person in the room."
Rachel tilted her head in confusion, missing Noah rolling his eyes. "Second most attractive? Why not most attractive?"
Kurt laughed, "Well no offense, Rach, but I do not want you to kiss me. It would take at least a few more beers to allow that to happen." The group chuckled jointly.
Rachel sighed. She looked at each of the faces in the circle. She knew each person had their own talents, personality, and types of beauty. She didn't want to pick just one of them. Instead, she took Kurt's comment to heart and evaluated who looked as if they wanted her to kiss them. Most looked bored or anxious, until she got to Noah. His hazel orbs were shinning brightly.. with hope? Rachel wondered. He seemed nervous, but a type of nervous excitement. That did it. She took her free hand, placing it on his jaw, making him look forward. Knowing him, even if she clearly intended something innocent he would make it lewd. She leaned up, pecking him on the cheek. "There. Now, who would like to go next." Rachel really had no pleasure wrenching embarrassment from the group, so she would allow volunteers on her turn.
Brittany raised her hand. "Miss Berry I'll go next. I choose truth." Rachel giggled as the girl reminded her of being in school. She thought she heard a rumbling coming from the air around her. Ignoring it, she pressed on.
"Ok, Brittany." She paused, attempting to think of a good question for her. "Britt," a look of confusion came across Rachel's face as she remembered conversations with the blond. "Why do you keep referring to an animal around me? Sometimes its a wolf or a kind of dark beast," she heard Noah suck in air.
Brittany looked contemplative. "It's just how I think of some things. I am a bit psychic."
Rachel nodded. Understanding that maybe there wasn't a good answer to her question.
A few more turns went around the circle to Quinn, Mike and Tina. Finally it landed on Rachel again, courtesy of Santana. "Ok, Man-hands. Lets face it, you are going to say truth this time, right?" Rachel nodded affirmatively. "Alright, here it is. What's the deal-breaker?"
Rachel was confused. "Deal-breaker? I apologize, I am unfamiliar with the terminology."
Sanatana chuckled, "It means what would make you lose your V-card to somebody. You, know let someone pop your berry?"
A look of recognition dawn on Rachel, and immediate afterwards, a deep blush bloomed. "I.." She took a deep breath. "I suppose, it would have to be utter and complete loyalty." At this, Kurt barked a laugh. Rachel glared. "I would want the experience to be pleasurable, of course, but no matter what it was like, I would want to feel safe, secure. Loved." Rachel realized her voice had gotten quieter. She felt Noah shaking next to her. Did he feel guilty it didn't feel so when we were together? Rachel was also half-shocked that Noah was still holding her hand despite the twenty minutes that had gone by. "Alright, Noah. Truth or Dare." She half-turned to face him.
He looked slightly stunned, but mumbled, "Truth."
"What is your biggest regret?" She paused, looking at him.
"I have too many regrets to pick just one, Rach." He sighed.
"Fine, then I change my question, to what is going on with you?" Rachel's curiosity would not back down. "You are acting so odd lately, trembling, laughing, running away from me half the time and the other half beating people up to stay next to me! What happened?"
Panic flooded Noah's gaze. He swallowed. "I... Well, I..."
Kurt suddenly spoke up, "Rach, if he doesn't want to say you can't force him to."
Rachel only grew in frustration. "No. I want him to tell me now. Tell me, Noah, why are you acting so strange?"
Puck was having an internal battle. TELL. No, I can't taint her opinion. MUST. REQUESTED OF US TO TELL. I know, but she's only going to pretend. KISSED US. Well, yes, because she was forced to, and here we are. NO. REAL. MATE. LOVING. CARING. Yes, she's amazing, but that doesn't mean she won't just pity us. ASK. Ask what? ASK IF SHE PITIES. SEE MATE FEELS REAL.
"Rach, I want to tell you so bad, but.. but this will change things. I don't want that. And I don't want you to.. well, to pity me." Puck felt considerably down after his preface to the answer.
Rachel placed her free hand on his forearm. "Oh, Noah, I may sympathize, but I could never pity you. I know you too well," she chuckled slightly.
Puck deeply sighed, heart beating wildly. "I.. I'm.. a veela." He closed his eyes. He wouldn't, couldn't see the look on her face when she found out.
"You're a Veela?"
Puck nodded vertically. "And I think... " This was the worst of it all. "I think you are my mate." He sighed, relieved to have it all out in the open.
He heard Rachel's tiny gasp at his last piece of info. The room was frozen in shock. Kurt gasped, saying, "Plan A!" and looked between the two Jews for any hope of a future between them. Puck finally opened his eyes to glance tentatively at his mate.
She was blinking. A lot. Similar to the first time he gave her a slushie, rather than threw it in her face. Surprise, no fear.
His Veela purred with hope. Rachel must have heard it because she jumped from her seat and bolted to the door. The world was ending, Puck thought to himself. He was going to die. Rachel was going to leave him to die. His veela was slowly accepting his fate.
NO MATE. NOT LIVING. Puck suddenly understood the depth of his feelings. Without Rachel, life wasn't worth living. There was no life without her.
Kurt immediately had jumped up to follow his best friend out the door. Puck knew he was done for anyway. The rest of the glee members hurled question after question, dissecting every one of his actions the past two weeks, explaining away every detail. Britt nodded, confirming all their suspicions. "I'm a bit psychic," she just kept saying over and over again.
Puck felt like his whole body was ready to just crawl into his grave. He got up slowly, not even trying to hide his disappointment on his face. He trudged to his car.
Puck laid in bed for the rest of the weekend. He got up for the bathroom only. His ma came in to bring him food. After seeing his face, she knew only something a veela would understand had happened to him. He didn't come to school for the whole week. What was the point? He was going to die soon anyway? Why waste it in boring classes? He finally got up to play video games when Finn came over to check on him. It figured that after everything that everyone knew. He wasn't keeping his status a secret from anyone. Finn didn't say a word the whole time. Puck was beyond grateful. He was already tortured by his dreams, he didn't need updates to make his imagination worry himself further into depression and death.
After two weeks of this, Noah got a text from Kurt.
She wants to see you - Kurt
A small flicker of hope awoke in him.
Id do anything 4 her, but plez, pleeez tell me if its good or not - Puck
He needed to know if he should squash the lightning bug in his chest.
Well, definitely take a shower/shave - Finn told me you were moping - but dont expect everything to go back to the way it was - Kurt
Well, that doesn't help. Puck couldn't tell if he should or shouldn't be happy about this.
A/N: If you are wondering about my update schedule, it is essentially one a day, unless someone specifically requests more. Sorry to leave this on such a cliff hanger. Also, please note, I'm not officially finished with it yet! Sorry!