Author's Note: Thank you all so, so, so much for the wonderful response to the previous chapters. Without further adieu, here is the unexpected third and DEFINITELY final chapter. You're welcome. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO SEE A HAPPY ENDING!

Details in the Fabric

Anne lay in her bed, blissfully content to rest for a few more minutes after hitting her snooze button. She rolled on her side, away from the bright window, and then suddenly stilled her movements. After listening carefully for a moment, she quickly got out of bed and rushed into Noah's room. As she entered, a look of concern immediately crossed her features. She shuffled her slippers over to the bed and sat gently, trying to nudge her son awake. A second later, Noah flailed his arm so violently that she was almost knocked off of the bed. He whimpered and rolled onto his side, a frown etched on his face.

"Noah, wake up. Noah. Bubbie!" Anne started out calling his name softly and patting his cheek, but soon found herself gripping his arms tightly and shouting in his face.

"NOAH, WAKE UP!" Finally, he jerked up from the pillow with a start, his eyes darting around the room wildly.

"Honey, calm down, it's Mommy. It was just a nightmare, it's okay now. The boogey man is gone, baby. Calm down," she murmured as she ran her fingers through his hair. He continued panting as he gained his bearings, Puck relaxed against the pillow and took a deep breath. His mom eyed him warily.

"Do you want to talk about it, bubbeleh?"

He immediately rolled his eyes at her nickname. His heart was still pounding in his chest but he was slowly calming down. "I'm fine, Ma. I'm going to go back to sleep."

"Do you really think that's a good idea, hon? It's already 7:15; shouldn't you just get up and shower? You don't want to miss the bus for Sectionals."

Puck's mouth dropped open in shock.

"What did you just say?"

His mother laughed and patted his head affectionately. "You told me you have to be at school by 8, right? That's when everyone is meeting to get on the bus? So you might as well just get up and shower now, at least that way you can get a full breakfast instead of grabbing a pop tart on your way out, yeah?"

Without realizing the impact her words had made, she kissed him on the forehead and left the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. He lay back on his pillow and stared up at his ceiling in shock. A second passed before he flung himself out of bed and ripped open his closet door. He looked at Carmen Electra in shock. Her calendar stated, clear as day, that Sectionals was today. Which meant...

"Rachel is okay. It never happened. She never..." His voice trailed off. He glanced at his clock and then barreled into the bathroom.

-G-

Hiram Berry eyed his husband curiously as there was a sudden, frantic knocking at their front door.

"Do you know who that is?"

"I have no idea," Leroy answered, placing his newspaper aside as he stood up and stretched. He quickly exited the office made his way into the foyer and pulled open the front door, shocked to see a panic stricken Noah Puckerman on his doorstep.

"What's the matter?" Leroy asked, alarmed.

"Where's Rachel? Did she leave yet?"

"I thought she did, but..." He didn't finish his sentence as Puck pushed passed him and rushed up the stairs. He threw open Rachel's door and nearly cried out in relief. There, frantically shoving a pair of black flats into a gym bag stood a disheveled Rachel Berry. At the sound of her door banging open, Rachel's head whipped around and her mouth dropped open in shock at the sight of her ex- boyfriend practically hyperventilating in her doorway.

"Wha-"

She didn't have a chance to finish her sentence as Puck crossed her room in about three seconds flat, took her face gently in his hands, and began to kiss her senseless. After a moment of blissful kissing, she finally unwrapped her hands from around his neck and gently pulled away from him.

"Hello, Noah." He smiled at her, genuine joy pouring off of him in waves. He released his hold on her and walked over to her desk, his eyes instantly landing on the object he was looking for. He dumped out the pens and coins and turned to Rachel, slushie cup in hand.

"Would you like to explain this?" He asked, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. Rachel grasped her hands in front of her and began knotting and unknotting her fingers.

"Well, it was just such a romantic gesture, you see, and one can really never have too many pens or pencils at their disposal and I just thought that it made a cute addition to the decor on my desk and..." Her voice trailed off as he twirled the cup so that the 'Rachel and Noah' was facing her.

"And this?" She huffed indignantly at the way his was looking at her, pure amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I wrote it when we were dating!" She squeaked out defensively. He smiled as her face slowly turned the shade of a tomato. He put the cup down and slowly walked towards her.

"I'm going to make this easy on you, Berry. I'll tell you why you kept the cup. You think I'm gooooorgeous. You want to daaaateee me. Love me and marryyy me." He sang the words, holding the notes at the end of each sentence just like he'd seen Sandra Bullock do.

"I'm going to regret making you watch that movie with me back when we were dating, aren't I?" She asked.

"Berry, if you say you'll be mine again, I'll watch that movie with you every day for the rest of our lives," he answered, his voice light but at the same time very serious.

Rachel was about to pull Puck to her for a much wanted kiss when suddenly her eyes shot open.

"What are we doing?" She exclaimed, "We're going to miss the bus for Sectionals. It's already 8:33 we're never going to make it, they'll leave without us!"

"Hey, hey calm down. I called them when I was on my way over and told them that we are on our way, just running late. Relax, we have time," he said soothingly, brushing her crazy bed head hair out of her face.

"Wait a minute...I'm Rachel Berry. How did you know that I was going to be running so late? You should be running late," she said accusingly. Puck's stomach seemed to drop to the floor as he remembered his dream from this morning.

"I just had a feeling," he finally answered. With that, he gathered her many bags and slung them over his shoulder. He held out his other hand and looked at her, his face serious.

"You never answered me, Rach. Can we give this another shot?"

She wrapped her tiny hand in his and smiled up at him.

"I've been dreaming about you saying that for weeks, Noah."

He placed a soft kiss on her lips, and then they headed out the door.

Sectionals went off without a hitch. Finn showed up, Rachel wowed the crowd, and everything was right in the world of Noah Puckerman.

THE END! I MEAN IT THIS TIME!

Author's Note: Well, everyone was SO MAD at me for killing Rachel that I felt really bad and decided to bribe you all into liking me again with this. You can consider THIS the final chapter, or you can consider Chapter 2 the final chapter if you don't want a happy ending. If you don't consider this the final chapter then...pretend you never read it. But thanks for reading it. Ha.