AN: So I was thinking about this story and thought I'd update it, even though it's been so long since the last one. Also, this chapter is different than the others because I've actually put a few episodes in it because I didn't feel like writing a chapter for each of them since I didn't think there was a lot for Rachel or Puck to do in either of them. If any of you are still reading, I hope you enjoy it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Glee.
Chapter 15: Finding Their Voice
("Home" week)
After the pep rally last week, Rachel was determined to make Coach realize that she was the best, no matter how good a singer Mercedes or Kurt were. Neither of them was the entire package the way she was. And that sounded conceited, but it was the truth and she refused to let them take over another part of her life.
She'd already relaxed her grip on Glee club, allowing for others to shine just as much as herself, but coming onto the squad was just too much. Mercedes and Kurt had both had more solos in the club lately, so the diva didn't understand why they insisted on trying to overtake the Cheerios as well. Not that she was going to let that happen. Hell to the no.
But instead of throwing a 'diva fit' and storming out of practices the way she would have done before her personal growth, Rachel gritted her teeth and used her anger at the others to deliver crisp, clean routines that had Sue actually not criticizing her too much.
And Santana and Brittany were quick to keep her from lashing out at the other divas, reminding her that they probably wouldn't last, since neither of them were great dancers or very flexible. Coach Sylvester wasn't likely to risk her championship on them and would most likely kick them off in a few weeks.
In addition to the squad, Rachel was now even more driven to take back the lead in Glee club. They picked the wrong girl to mess with and now she was going to take back her spot in both forums; she was going to prove once and for all that she was the best and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. If that made her conceited, then so be it; Rachel wasn't worried about what others thought of her anymore.
Not now when she had an amazing boyfriend and friends that had her back and didn't think less of her when she let her "crazy" out. Not that she was crazy. She was just driven and passionate. But the mere fact that they still supported her meant a lot to her, especially since they never allowed her spirits to dip for very long.
In fact, any time one of them would see a frown on her face or slumped shoulders, Rachel'd be pulled into a dance number or kissing (Puck's favorite method of cheering her up), until she couldn't help but laugh. It was still so bizarre and exciting that she was surrounded by a group of people that, while still finding her dramatics amusing, accepted who she was and actually liked those parts of her that before they'd found strange and unappealing. It really proved how much they'd all changed since the beginning of the year.
For Rachel, she was no longer a friendless drama queen that got slushie facials every day. Now she was a confident young woman who'd developed strong relationships with the people who'd once tormented her, someone who'd realized life wasn't a fairytale and they'd needed to grow up to really appreciate what they had.
Puck'd grown from a bully into an attentive, if crass, boyfriend that could make her see the stars she always dreamed of. He'd finally started to live up to his potential and to realize that there was more out there for him besides being a Lima Loser like his dad. Puck actually wanted to get out of this hellhole of a town and make something of himself; and if good grades would do that for him, then he was game, no matter what anyone thought. He could still kick everyone's ass, so he wasn't worried about what they said about him.
Matt and Mike had also come out of the shell, bonding with the short girl more than either had thought possible. Rachel just seemed to see the best in people and it drove them to wanting to be their best, which made them actually work harder in Glee club. They usually only sang in group numbers or in harmonies still, but both of them were amazed at the progression their voices had taken since beginning their training with the short girl. Especially Mike, who'd not been able to hold a note before.
Santana and Brittany were the biggest changes with regards to Rachel. While Puck had been responsible for the slushies, he'd had a history with the diva the others didn't know about; and Mika and Matt just hadn't really interacted with her at all. But the two cheerleaders had always picked on the brunette, as they'd found her loud and obnoxious, even if they really didn't know her. Now, they were her best friends and would defend her against anyone who'd even think about bullying her, rather physically or mentally.
The last semester had certainly changed them in ways they'd never even imagined, all for the better. They'd all taken steps into adulthood and out of adolescence that others had yet to take. They'd grown closer as a group and the club had benefited as well, as besides the actions of Kurt and Mercedes, they'd all grown warmer to each other. It was a nice change to how they'd been at the beginning of the year.
So Rachel concentrated on perfecting the routine for the Splitts! magazine pep rally, determined to shine as bright as possible, while also keeping her vocals prepped and ready. They'd lost the use of the auditorium for the week to the squad, as Coach claimed they needed it to practice in since it was cold outside, so Rachel practiced at home after finishing her homework.
Which meant Puck wasn't getting as much alone time with her as he'd like, but he knew better than to get between prima donna and her microphone, so he just gave his feedback when asked. Otherwise, he wisely kept his lips sealed unless they were practicing together, something Rachel'd really started to demand since she was determined he was her leading man and would be taking more solos in the Glee club.
Besides, he liked getting her naked too much to put up much of a fight, even if he found her obsessiveness a tad bit annoying. She was Rachel Berry and that was just who she was and he loved her. Fuck off, he was still a badass. And a real man wasn't afraid to please his girl, especially not when she was as hot as Rachel Berry. So fuck off.
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"You know starving yourself is the worst way to try and lose weight." Rachel said as she sat down in front of Mercedes, who'd been brought to the nurse's office after fainting at lunch.
"What would you know of it?" The black Cheerio demanded angrily, glaring at the short girl. Rachel pulled a granola bar from her lunch box and held it out for Mercedes, who refused to take it.
"I work hard to remain healthy, Mercedes. And while I might not struggle with my weight in the same way you do, I do have to make sure I only put certain things in my body. Because I have conditioned myself a certain way, I get sick if I go off that diet."
"At least you're skinny." Mercedes grumbled, eyes dropping down to the floor. Rachel reached out and squeezed her hand.
"I've always admired how confident you are, Mercedes. You've never let anyone tell you who you are or how you should look. Don't let Coach Sylvester take that from you." The fashioniesta looked up, meeting the brunette's eyes.
"She said she'll kick me off if I don't lose the weight."
"If you really want to lose weight, to get healthy, not to stay on the Cheerios, than all you have to do is be smart about it. Eat the right portions of food for every meal, and eat six to eight small meals a day instead of three large ones. But I don't think you should do anything you don't want to. I know we haven't been on the best of terms, but I don't want to see you starving yourself just to please a woman that will never be pleased. You know she'll always find something to pick at, no matter what."
"I just…I'm finally popular and I don't want to lose that."
"I've been a Cheerio since September and being 'popular' really hasn't done anything for me. Of course, I was shunned until Santana and Brittany decided to be my friends, but still. But if popularity means that much to you, then I'd suggest going to the doctor and getting a proper, healthy diet and exercise plan. But you won't lose your real friends if you're not on the Cheerios; you'll always have the Glee club, no matter how much we might fight for the spotlight."
"I'm so embarrassed. This isn't me. How did I become this person?" Mercedes asked sadly, a tear leaving a streak down her cheek.
"You're beautiful, Mercedes. And no one can take that from you; not unless you let them." Rachel said softly, giving the hand in hers another squeeze before she placed the bar in Mercedes's hand.
"Eat it slowly and drink some water. You don't want to get sick. I'll stay with you until your mom comes." Rachel instructed, standing to fill a paper cup with water and handing it to the other Cheerio.
"Thanks Rachel." The two shared a small smile as the brunette retook her seat.
"You're welcome." Rachel smiled again as the other girl slowly opened the snack, glad she'd decided to come make sure Mercedes was okay.
She might still be ticked off her and Kurt had become Cheerios, but that didn't mean she wanted either of them to become unhealthy and put their very lives at risk. The Cheerios was not worth that, no matter what the other cheerleaders might claim. And they couldn't afford to lose any of their members in the Glee club, as Regionals was only a few weeks away and they didn't have the time to try and find replacements.
What? She was still Rachel Berry and Glee club came first.
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"Good luck." Rachel whispered as she walked past Mercedes with the other cheerleaders, giving the nervous girl a reassuring smile. She might not like that she wasn't the one about to be the star, but she knew this was important for not only Mercedes, but for the entire audience. Everyone needed to hear what the other diva had to say and hopefully their own opinions of themselves and each other would be changed, even if just a little.
"Thanks." Mercedes whispered back as she watched the Cheerios walk onto the floor and get into formation, their backs to the semi-circle of students sitting on the floor. She took a deep breath before she followed, looking around nervously before she stepped in front of the mic.
"Hey, guys. I'm Mercedes Jones. So most of you know Cheerios is about perfections and winning, looking hot and being popular. Well, I think that it should be about something different. How many of you at this school feel fat?" She questioned, waiting until a couple girls raised their hands.
"How many of you feel like maybe you're not worth very much?" More people's hands made it into the air.
"Or you're ugly, or you have too many pimples and not enough friends?"
"Well, I felt all of those things about myself at one time or another. Hell, I felt most of those things about myself today. And that just ain't right. And we've got something to say about it. And if you like what we have to say, come down here and sing it with us." Mercedes signaled for the music to start, the light diming and a spotlight coming down onto her as the intro began.
Rachel reached over and took Brittany's hand, the blonde giving her a smile as "Beautiful" began to play. She was so proud of what Mercedes was doing, despite the fact that Coach Sylvester might be royally pissed off about it when it was over. It didn't matter in this moment; the only thing that mattered was that they all come together to realize how much they torment each other over superficial things that had nothing to do with who they were as people.
The Glee club came up to join her, Rachel's arm linking with hers as Puck's wrapped around the brunette's waist. The two divas shared a smile as they sang, both of them amazed the entire school had actually responded better than either of them had imagined. It was remarkable.
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So it turns out that Sue Sylvester was more than happy to allow Mercedes to remain on the team just as she was after discovering the writer from Splitts! magazine thought she was a visionary. Mercedes was just glad that she didn't have to try and starve herself anymore and everyone else was thankful she wasn't going to be putting her health in danger.
All in all, it turned out to be a pretty good week.
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("Bad Reputation" week)
The next week was all about the 'Glist', which ranked the glee club members based on how hot they were. Of course, Rachel'd been rather upset that she'd been at the bottom with -5 points, but Puck'd soothed her ruffled feathers with reassurances of her hotness. And when everyone'd accused him of making the glist, she'd come to his defense, knowing he wouldn't waste his time doing something like that. Not when he could be feeling her up in a janitor's closet instead.
Kurt, Artie, Mercedes, Tina and Brittany, all of whom, except Brittany, weren't even on the glist, tried to be 'rebels' and do a number in the library. But it turned out not to work as the librarian had been impressed instead of angry, dashing their hopes of making the cut.
Ms. Pillsbury yelled at Mr. Schuester in the teacher's lounge, accusing him of being a manwhore. Puck found the entire incident hilarious; and while Rachel tried to scold him for it, she couldn't help but laugh along, the image of the awkward guidance counselor raving at Mr. Schue too funny to resist.
And Sue's personal video of "Physical" was broadcast to the web by Kurt, which actually seemed to be a blessing for the cheerleading coach as Olive Newton-John actually contacted her to make a new video for her failed one.
It wasn't really that interesting of a week, but it got them one step closer to Regionals. The best part of it was on Sunday, Valentine's Day, as Puck had given her a pretty set of earrings and she'd given him a new army jacket that he'd been thrilled about. Besides that it'd been pretty boring.
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("Laryngitis" week)
"Hello?"
"Hello Rachel, it's Leah. I was hoping you might swing by tonight. Noah is…he's in a mood has locked himself in his room. I think it'd do him some good if you came by." Rachel's eyes widened a little at the sound of Mrs. Puckerman's voice, as she had not been expecting it. Her boyfriend's mom didn't make a habit of calling her cell, so she knew something was definitely up.
"Of course, Leah; I'll be over in a little while."
"Thank you so much! I'm taking Eli to a sleep over and might go see a movie. I haven't had a Friday off in a long time and a movie sounds like just the thing I need." Rachel's cheeks flushed a little at the hidden message; that Puck's mom was giving them time alone together in her own house. It was mortifyingly embarrassing, but it was also a token of how much Leah trusted them.
"Alright. I'll just get ready and head over."
"I'll leave the key under the flower pot." Leah said, a smile in her voice, before she disconnected.
Shaking her head, Rachel closed her bedazzled pink phone and stood from her desk, where she'd been researching possible songs for Regionals, as she hadn't felt up to going to the party Santana had wanted to drag her to. For the last few weeks she'd started to feel overly tired, as if no amount of sleep was enough to let her body fully recuperate from exhaustion.
Standing, the short starlet quickly changed into some jeans and a sweater and sneakers, brushing her hair out before grabbing her jacket. It was late February and had certainly warmed up as they headed towards spring, but it was still cold enough to warrant the layers. Pulling her wallet out of her book bag, she slid it and her cell into her pockets before grabbing her keys and heading out.
When she got to Puck's, Rachel was a little concerned that there didn't seem to be any lights on in the windows. Shrugging, she grabbed the key from its hiding place and unlocked the door, relocking it behind her and setting the key on the small table that had the only lit lamp. Unzipping her jacket, she hung it on the hook next to Puck's before she headed upstairs, her mind whirling with possibilities about what could possibly have upset Puck to such a degree.
Rising her fist, Rachel knocked on Puck's door, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep while he'd been holed up in his room.
"Go away ma. I said I was fine." Puck's gruff voice replied, the irritation and anger clear in his tone and making her eye brow quirk in wonder.
"Noah, it's me. Can I come in?" She heard a muttered curse and some movement before the door opened a fraction, not allowing her to get a clear view of him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Your mother called me, Noah. She sounded very concerned. Is everything alright?" Puck rolled his eyes and shook his head, knowing he shouldn't have figured his mom would call her. It was annoying how close they were sometimes.
"I'm fine, babe. But I'm not up for hanging tonight."
"Noah, what's the matter?" Rachel demanded, her spidey senses on high alert at the very unPuckish behavior. He'd never refuse her company unless something was seriously the matter.
"Seriously, Rach, I'm fine." He tried again, but she narrowed her eyes at him and pushed against the door, her small figure holding a lot more strength then it should. Puck groaned as he stepped back, not wanting to get hit in the face by the door and the low light of his bedside lamp spilling into the hallway.
"Wh—oh Noah." Rachel's hands covered her mouth when she was finally able to get a good look at him. Shoulders slumping, Puck went back to his bed and sat down heavily, fingers unconsciously running over his scalp, searching for the strip of hair that'd become such a part of him.
"What happened?" The brunette asked softly as she followed him into the room, closing his door behind her before sitting next to him, legs tucked under her. She reached out and took one of his hands, squeeze it tightly as her doe eyes implored him to tell her the truth.
"Ma was trimming the hawk when she found a mole. You know how paranoid she is and she—"
"She made you go to the doctor?"
"Yeah. The dermatologist had to shave my head to get a better look. It was a freaking freckle! I got maimed over a freckle." He said in despair, mouth pulled down into a deep frown. Rachel bit her lip, a little amused at his behavior even while she knew how precious his hair had been to the basketballer.
"I'm so sorry, Noah. But at least you know it's not skin cancer, right?" She tried to get a smile, but only succeeded in getting a huff of annoyance.
"I feel like that guy who lost all his hair, then lost all his strength." He whined, making the diva roll her eyes.
"Really Noah. And you accuse me of being a drama queen. It's just hair. It'll grow back."
"You're supposed to be on my side." Puck grumbled, pulling his hand from hers and crossing his arms over his chest, looking like an overgrown child.
"I am on your side. But you're overreacting. I don't see what the big deal is."
"No one's going to fear me. Dweebs think they can actually look me in the eye."
"You've already taken steps so that the student body actually respecting you instead of fearing you, Noah. I don't think this will have as much of an impact as you believe it will."
"That was when I had the hawk. Now…"
"Now you'll be just as threatening as ever. A haircut does not diminish your capacity for violence, even though I do not condone your go-to method of solving problems. If you're that worried about your reputation, which I didn't think you were, I'm sure we can find a way to reassert your 'badassness' without landing you in detention." Rachel said with a firm nod, making Puck's lips twitch in amusement. His girl was too cute sometimes.
"You're right. I'm still Puckasaurus." She rolled her eyes at that, thinking he was ridiculous, but loving him anyway. She let out a squeak and a laugh as Puck dived at her, pushing her to her back and settling over her, his large frame keeping her in place.
"I still cannot believe you actually call yourself that, Noah." Rachel gave a small shake of her head as her hands came up to rub at his biceps, her legs automatically cradling him against her. Puck arched a brow and smirked as he pressed his lips to her throat, moving his way up until he got to the sensitive spot under her chin.
"You know you love it." The starlet rolled her eyes and let one of her hands rise up to rub against the stubble on his head, finding she actually missed the Mohawk for the simple reason of having something to grab on to. Well…and it did add a little something to his bad boy image, if she was being honest.
"Nope. You're ju—haaugh—" She couldn't stop the yawn, her eyes watering with its intensity.
"So I'm a drag now?" Puck questioned with a quirk of the eyebrow, rising back up on his elbows to peer down at her, fighting against the instinct to follow with his own yawn.
"Don't be ridiculous, Noah. I'm—haaugh—simply tired." She wiped at her eyes and tried to smile, but she could already feel another one coming.
"Don't you, like, have a strict sleeping schedule or something?" He questioned, moving to the side so that he was resting against his pillows and he could pull the small girl up until her head was resting against his broad chest.
"Of course. It is essential for a young—haaugh—ingénue like myself to get the proper amount of rest, both for my vocals and body." Puck smirked up at his ceiling at her answer, finding it endearing how even while tired, she could still turn a one word answer into a mini speech.
"So why're you so tired?" Rachel snuggled closer to him as his hand stroked through her hair, making her eyelids grow in weight with the soothing caress.
"While I do make it a point to get a good night's sleep, eight hours is not enough time to fully recharge myself any longer. I was managing to cope very well with having—haaugh—to split my time in ways I'd never imagined before, what with having a boyfriend and friends; but now I also have to carry the weight of most of the Glee club on top of it. It's exhausting, Noah. I even felt a tickle in my throat today. I cannot get sick. I never get sick."
"Why're you havin' to carry the Gleeks?" Rachel rolled her eyes at his use of that word but didn't comment on it, knowing it was just him.
"Because several of them aren't actually partaking in our rehearsals. I don't have any proof, but I have perfect pitch, as you know, and can tell they're not singing. I deserve more solos than the others due to my years of experience and range, but that doesn't mean I want to be singing them ever sing day. My voice should really be cultivated so to be at its best on performance day." Puck chuckled quietly, the sound vibrating in his chest and against her cheek, making Rachel blush.
"So what're you—haaugh—damn now I'm doing it. So what're you gonna do about it?" He asked, trying to fight against the sleepiness that was now taking him over as well. Rachel smiled up at him, leaning forward to give him a light kiss before settling more comfortably against his side. Puck reached down with his other hand and tugged on his covers until he could pull it over them, Rachel quickly kicking off her shoes before curling up.
"I don't know. I have to have proof before—haaugh—I approach Mr. Schuester or else he won't believe me. Although how he hasn't noticed is rather ridiculous; it really does just show how much he isn't truly invested in the club. I mean, Regionals are in a month and we still don't have a set list. What is he thinking?" She asked angrily, fingers twisting in his shirt.
"So get proof."
"How?" Rachel demanded.
"I dunno, bug the choir room or something. Or tell him to actually do his job and pay attention and see for himself." Puck shrugged, eyes growing heavy as they laid there. Even though getting her naked had clearly been removed from the table, the basketballer still found himself thankful she was there. He was more at peace when he was with her, as girlie as that sounded. He couldn't help it, so fuck off. You'd be the same way if you had a girl as awesome as Berry.
"Hmm. Maybe there is a way. I'll have to speak with Lauren Zizes, as she's the president of the AV club and will undoubtedly know how to handle this situation."
"Just be careful, babe. I don't think you'd survive if you mad her angry."
"Noah, really." Rachel rolled her eyes at him before turning over, pulling his arm with her, making him turn with her until he was pressed up against her back and his arm was wrapped around her, fingers laced with hers.
"Hey, I just don't want you to be a Berry pancake, even if that does sound delicious." She gave a light laugh before leaning over and clicking his bedside lamp off, darkness settling over them.
Puck pulled her back against him and let the smell of her shampoo fill his head as his eyes closed, thankful his girl hadn't been bothered by his lack of hair. It certainly was a confidence boost; she also reminded him that he really didn't give a shit what others thought of him anymore and that he could still kick anyone's ass if they questioned his badassness. He was still Puckasaurus and he'd be damned if he let anyone forget it.
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(Monday)
When Monday came, Puck's self-confidence was put to the test as everyone was staring at him from the minute they recognized him in the parking lot, pointing and whispering about the mohawkless teen as if the shaving of his head was the biggest news to hit Lima all year. Well, it was Lima, so that was probably an accurate description.
Thankfully, Rachel stood tall (as tall as a 5'3 girl can) next to him, walking proudly next to him, hand intertwined with his and staring the gawkers down. And if she looked the other way when he slammed Jacob Ben-Israel into a locker for daring to look him in the eye, then she just reasoned it was that or an actual fight that might lead him to detention or suspension.
And it was further confirmed that his girl was the best when she let him mack on her in the middle of the hallway before pulling her into a supply closet for some heavy petting. She still wasn't letting him go full base as she was even more worried about being sick as she'd only gotten worse over the weekend, but he would take what he could. And it wasn't his fault she looked so smoking in her Cheerios uniform, even with the heavy coat over her top half. He was only a mere man, after all.
The fact that Puck seemed unconcerned and still made good on his threats, as a former basketballer witnessed when he'd tried to intimidate him, had the school's gossipers quickly realizing that if they wanted to remain as undamaged as possible, they should just leave him be. Having a Mohawk or having a shaved head had absolutely no effect on his arms and the punches they were able to deliver.
Rachel hadn't been thrilled about the scuffle he'd gotten into, but she'd been distracted with getting the recording Lauren was able to collect to be properly angry. She'd discovered who wasn't pulling their weight and she'd put a stop to that immediately.
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"Yo Berry." Rachel and Puck turned their heads at the voice, spotting Lauren Zizes motioning for the diva. Quickly closing her locker, Rachel took her bag from Puck's hands and slung it over her shoulder.
"I'll see you later, Noah. Have a good day at work." She said with a bright smile, leaning up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. Not one to miss an opportunity, the basketballer grasped her by the arms and held her tightly to him, his mouth moving passionately against hers. Releasing her, he smirked down at the dazed eyes and flushed face, giving her nose a light kiss.
"I'll call you when I get home." Rachel just nodded, mind still a little muddled. Puck's smirk grew as he sauntered away, feeling her gaze following him until he exited through the doors and into the parking lot.
"Look pipsqueak, I got places to be; so if you want to hear the recording we need to get this shit done." The short brunette shook her head and blushed before scurrying after the wrestler, not wanting to give the larger girl any reason to threaten her. She might have more of a standing in the school now, but she highly doubted Zizes cared about any of that.
"I'm sorry for the delay. Thank you for sharing the recording with me today instead of waiting for tomorrow. The sooner I figure out who's not participating, the sooner the problem can be resolved."
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Lauren led her into the classroom that was connected to the computer lab, where an old fashion tape recorder sat. Rachel was momentarily surprised, as she'd thought it would've been digital, before shrugging and taking the seat Lauren indicated and pulled out a notebook and pen.
"Here. Tell me when to stop." Rachel took the headphones and put them on, nodding to the other girl to start the tape. As she let her very sensitive ears pick up on who wasn't doing anything, her mood quickly soured. She couldn't believe it. What she found was absolutely not okay.
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"What up, chica?" Santana asked as she opened her door for the small diva, stepping back to let her into the house. Rachel bit down on her anger as she marched into the house, spotting Brittany sitting on the couch, the television on mute.
"Ray!" The blonde bounced up in excitement, swooping down to give her friend a hug. The brunette tried to remain stoic, but Brittany was too bubbly; she gave in and hugged her back, laughing lightly at the childlike glee on her friend's face. It still amazed her how Brittany saw the world; how she could gain so much joy out of the simplest of things.
"Hello Brittany." Rachel squeezed her back before stepping away, her spine straightening when the Latina came into the room and threw herself down on the couch. The diva noticed the smudged lipstick on Brittany's face and the mused hair and clothes, telling her she'd interrupted the two's time alone.
"So what's up, diva?" Santana questioned, arching a perfectly manicured brow as Brittany sat back down, happily snuggling against her bestie's side. Rachel's hands planted themselves on her hips and her gaze turned icy, staring the two down as she planted her feet and got ready to set into them.
"Did you really think I would not figure out that neither of you were participating in our Glee rehearsals?" She demanded angrily, making the two look at each other in surprise.
"Look diva—"
"No, it's my time to talk. I've fought for both of you so you had more solos, so that Mr. Schuester no longer only focused on Finn and myself. I've given up solos because I believe we all deserve to have our moments; because I've realized that I do not always possess the right vocals for every song and that others should have a chance to realize their potential. And you've thrown that all back in my face by not even caring!"
"Ray—"
"We have a month before Regionals. A month! And we're going up against the national champions. How do you expect us to win when you're not actually trying? Every single one of us has to be able to perform at our very best; and not putting the effort into practicing is not going to allow for that.
"Do you think I became this amazing of a singer by raw talent alone? No! I've been going to vocal lessons since I was four years old, knowing that if I wanted to make it on Broadway I would need more than just what I was born with. And now you are both spitting in the face of all my hard work." Rachel nearly growled, her normally kind doe eyes ablaze with anger.
Brittany's face dropped with sadness while Santana started to feel a tad bit guilty, even though she hated that the small girl could make her feel guilty in the first place. But after she'd actually befriended the loud drama queen, she'd learned that no one could guilt trip like Rachel Barbra Berry. She could make the devil herself feel remorse.
"Well?" Rachel demanded after a moment of silence, her small foot nearly stomping in impatience before she reined the impulse in.
"Look B, we're sorry, okay. Didn't think it really matter, what with us all knowing Mr. Schue's gonna give the duet to you and Finn and us the harmonies." Santana said with a shrug.
"There are so many words; I forget them sometimes." Brittany admitted with a sad look, her blue eyes begging Rachel to forgive her. She did not like her friend being mad at her. She wanted everyone to be happy.
"Oh Britt." Rachel's face softened and she relaxed, sitting down on the coffee table so she could squeeze the blonde's hand.
"Why didn't you just ask for help? I mean, we've gotten you up to a C average in your classes; why wouldn't you ask for my help in Glee?" She questioned, Brittany's hand still held in hers.
"I dunno. I just…you're so busy I didn't want to bother you."
"You're never a bother, Britt; not ever. You're my friend and I'm always happy to help you in any way I can." Rachel said with a smile, making the ditzy blonde grin in response.
"So you're not angry with me?" Brittany asked with a hopeful look.
"No, I'm not angry. I just wish you'd have come to me."
"I promise I will." The two smiled at each other before brown eyes turned to the Latina, brow arched in question.
"Chica, I don't see the point when we both know I'm merely there to look pretty." Santana shrugged.
"That's not true San and you know it. While I agree that Mr. Schuester does not appreciate the variety of talent we have among the group, I know how amazing your voice is and what you're capable of. While a part of me is jealous of the raspiness of your vocals, I know I do not have the undeniable sultriness you do to do certain songs justice. We simply have to make sure you're not stifled within the group while also allowing me to shine." Rachel replied, making the other girl shake her head and smirk, knowing that was as close to Berry saying she was better than her at something as she was going to get.
"You make it sound so easy. Schue's head is so far up Hudson's ass it'll take a miracle to get him to let anyone else on stage at a competition."
"Then we'll make him. We won't win if Finn and I do all the work. We need to show the assortment we have to offer. Jesse St. James does all the singing in Vocal Adrenaline, which doesn't give the judges a variety, something we can offer them. It'll surely give us a leg up on our competition, which we will surely need if we have any hope of beating them."
"Sure diva, whatever. So can we get back to the show?" Rachel rolled her eyes at her prickly friend and stood up, smoothing out her skirt and leggings.
"I've got to get back home and finish my algebra homework. I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Sure, B." The Latina waved.
"Bye Ray!" Brittany bounced up off the couch to give the short girl a hug. Rachel hugged her back before waving and letting herself out, knowing Santana wanted to get back to her alone time with the blonde. It made her sad Puck had to work that night and both her dads were home, which meant there was no way for them to have their own alone time.
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(Tuesday)
"How're you feelin'?" Puck asked once he'd pulled out of the Berry driveway, hand coming down to rest on her knee, once more thankful Coach Sylvester demanded the girls wear skirts year round.
"Very poorly, if I'm honest. I've continued my vitamin regiment as normal, but I cannot seem to shake whatever I am coming down with. This could not have come at a worse time. How am I supposed to practice for Regionals when I'm sick?" Rachel couldn't help but pout, her full lips pulled down as she crossed her arms. Puck thought she looked adorable but knew better than to say anything.
"Are you gonna go see the doctor?" He questioned instead, arching a brow at her before refocusing on the road, knowing she'd throw a hissy fit if he didn't. And the roads were icy this morning, and since he didn't want to wreck his baby, he was going below the speed limit to make sure they arrived at the school in one piece.
"Yes, daddy called in an appointment for this afternoon after school." The diva nodded, reaching forward to point another vent towards her, as she couldn't seem to stay warm.
Puck frowned at that, as the heat was cranked up completely and he was starting to sweat; it was definitely a high probability that his girl had a fever. And that never boded well. (Seriously, boded well? What the fuck was wrong with him? He'd definitely let the diva influence him way too much.)
"Eli's got a playdate or somethin' after school so I can take you, if you want." He said a little gruffly, not comfortable with the small part of him that wanted to be the one to take her to the doctor. Why the hell does it matter who takes her? God he was such a pussy.
"Really?" Rachel's eyes sparkled at him happily, making the basketballer shrug uncomfortably.
It seemed that the minute he confessed he actually loved the drama queen, he wasn't in control of himself anymore; like his body and mind just automatically veered towards her like metal to a magnet, no matter what he had to say about it. And if taking her to the doctor made her happy, than he was all over that shit; it wasn't as if he had much a choice in the matter anyways.
Not that he minded or anything. Rachel was his girl and he wanted her healthy; he really didn't want to lose out on naked time due to illness and the sooner they got her well, the quicker they could get back to sexing. Yeah, that sounded way more badass.
"Yeah." Rachel let out a little sound that he'd learned signified she was happy; only this time it made her give a small wince and her hand went to her throat, which had been sore when she'd woken this morning.
"Thank you, Noah. Daddy would've had to cancel his last client to take me, but now I can tell him he doesn't have to, which he'll be happy about. Not that he's not willing, mind you; it's just that this client, who I can't reveal due to confidentiality contracts, is very important and it would have hurt his practice if he'd had to cancel. I'll text him and let him know that you'll be taking me.
"And you can come over for dinner if you want? I know we have to complete our World History project, so we can work on that before dinner and maybe watch a movie or something afterwards? What time is Eli's playdate over? She's more than welcome to come over as well, as you know.
"Dad was mentioning wanting to make brisket, and with both of you over, it would give him more of a reason to cook it. I'm sure he'd be delighted, as he hasn't been able to have real meat since the last time you and the boys stayed for dinner. He was very sad they couldn't make it on Sunday due to the weather, so I'm sure he'll be very thankful for you and Eli coming for dinner." Puck couldn't help but smile as he pulled into the parking lot, finding it adorable and slightly ridiculous that someone with a sore throat could still talk so much and so quickly. It really shouldn't be possible.
"Sounds like a plan, babe. I'll pick Eli up after we finish our project so the demon doesn't destroy it before it's done." Rachel rolled her eyes at him, knowing he loved his sister unconditionally, no matter what he might try to project. He was a big softy on the inside.
"Great." She beamed a 1000 watt smile at him as she pulled her phone out to quickly send the text to her daddy as Puck cut the car off and got out, moving around the truck to open her door. She quickly shoved her phone into her jacket pocket and unbuckled her seatbelt, smiling when Puck's large hands wrapped around her hips to help her down, her feet barely touching the foot rail before they settled on the cold ground.
Puck smirked down at her and leaned down to press his lips to hers, Rachel giving a little mewl and she pressed into him, momentarily distracted from the scratchiness of her throat. She let him wrap his large arms around her, almost burrowing into him, relishing in the immense heat he gave off.
When they pulled away, her cheeks were flushed and he took the moment to press a light kiss to her forehead, his hunch being slightly confirmed, as he forehead was warmer than it should have been. But thankfully it wasn't blazing hot, so he figured as long as she felt up for school that he wouldn't mention it. Girl did not like for her school to be interrupted. Like at all. Girl was crazy.
"We really shouldn't do that. I don't want you getting sick as well."
"We'll be sick together. C'mon, let's get outta the cold." Rachel bobbed her head, even though she highly disagreed with him, and reached back into the truck to grab her bag before Puck closed and locked the door, slinging his arm over her shoulders and keeping her tucked into his body as they walked. He was more than happy to share body heat, even if they weren't getting naked. He was a generous guy that way.
"So you found out who's not workin' in glee?" He asked as they made their way to her locker first, nodding at several friends as they moved down the hallway. People might have thought he'd be a mess after his Mohawk was gone, but after his talk with Rachel and realizing that he was still the shiznit in this school, he got over it and the student body seemed to realize that. Which was good for them, as he had no qualms about letting his fists do the talking, no matter how much Rachel lectured him on how violence didn't solve anything.
"Yes and it is very disconcerting the amount of people that have not been participating. Finn, Quinn, Brittany, Santana and Michael of all people! I mean, I know Michael is still very shy about performing in front of people as his vocals are not the best, at least not yet, but I'd thought he'd gotten more into actually partaking in rehearsals." She shook her head, making her ponytail swish around her as she pulled the proper books out of her locker before closing it, Puck's arm going back around her shoulders.
"I'm sure he just had an off day, babe. You know Mike's too scared of you to not do his best." Rachel huffed and sent him a glare that just had him smirking and tickling her side.
"I am not scary, Noah! Really." The diva rolled her eyes and twisted so that her front was pressed into his side and she could link their fingers, stopping him from tickling her again.
"Please. You're terrifying. 'Specially when you got your crazy on."
"Noah!" She jabbed him in the side with her elbow, making the boy chuckle and bringing attention to them as they stopped at his locker so he could get his books.
"S'true, Rach. No one can do 'diva crazy' like you can, so just own that shit." Rolling her eyes, Rachel tried not to smile at him, knowing it was futile. Noah Puckerman was really too charming sometimes, especially when he wasn't trying.
"Since you're attempting to give me a compliment, even though you know very well I detest being called crazy, I will overlook the insulting part of your words." Puck chuckled again and gave her another kiss before she pulled away.
"And as much as I would like to keep kissing you, as you are a marvelous kisser, I must see Mr. Schuester before class begins so that the perpetrators' horrendous behavior can be addressed in today's rehearsal. I'll see you at lunch." She gave him another kiss before hurrying away, making the basketballer frown and sigh, knowing he wasn't going to get anymore macking time now. His girl really was too focused sometimes.
/*/
"What's up?" Mike asked as he and Matt came into the empty choir room, the club meeting not having started yet. Puck and Rachel were sitting in the front row, the short Cheerio drinking what looked like a kale smoothie while the basketballer's large hands messaged her calves, which were draped over his lap.
"Sup." Puck nodded his head to them both, eyes darting over to his girl to see her getting ready to set into the Asian.
"We are doing very well Michael, Mathew, thank you. But I would like to address something before the others arrive, as Mr. Schuester will be taking the lead in this matter, even though he was so preoccupied that he never even noticed." The two boys exchanged confused looks.
"What'd we do?" Matt asked as he dropped his bag on the chair behind Puck.
"Not you Mathew, but Michael. It seems that in our last few rehearsals you have not been partaking in the warm ups or vocals. I know it must be frustrating that you are still only doing background harmonies, but everyone still needs to pull their own weight if we have a hope of winning Regionals. I'd like to know why you've decided to stop trying." Rachel said after a moment, setting the bottle down and removing her legs from Puck's lap, standing so she could face her friend.
"Oh, uh, sorry Rach. I just…I've been dealing with some stuff at home with my dad and haven't really felt like singing, I guess." Mike gave a small shrug, knowing if she was really determined to yell at him, there was nothing he could do. He'd just been overwhelmed with the pressure his dad was putting on him now that he'd found out he was in glee; he had to make sure he was constantly at the top of every class with straight A's.
"I'm sorry to hear that, and I'm also sorry you didn't feel like you could come to me to talk about your problems. But I understand that sometimes you just need to keep some things to yourself, to remain private about stuff that is too personal. And while I would like to be able to be the best friend to you that I can, I get it and I'm not hurt by your keeping your family issues to yourself.
"However, the fact that you're letting it interfere in your performance is very troubling. As artists we have to keep the show going, no matter what our personal lives may be like. It's very difficult and none of us have truly succeeded at that, seeing as we're all still just teenagers, but it's very important that we start to develop that ability. We want to use our lives and troubles as inspiration to draw upon, but we cannot allow it to interfere with our performance.
"As one of the team captains, I'm disappointed you haven't been practicing; as your friend, I get it. But from this point forward, you must come to one of us if you're having problems so that you can get it off your chest and it does not become a problem for the groups. Alright?" Rachel asked, having to clear her throat several times as she spoke, as it kept feeling itchy and was becoming more difficult to swallow.
"Sure, no problem Rach. Sorry." Mike gave a small smile, which Rachel returned before she sat back down, picking up her smoothie, determined to get whatever was going on in her throat under control. Mike and Puck fist bumped as the basketballers all started discussing the basketball game that'd been on that weekend.
It wasn't too long before the room began to fill up, the Gleeks all separating into conversations as they waited for their director to get there. Rachel glanced around the room, taking in the state they seemed to be in.
After the last week, Rachel had withdrawn her claws (Puck's words) from Mercedes and Kurt, figuring they'd just burn out from being on the squad and in Glee soon; the dark chocolate diva (Mercedes' words) was already starting to, so Rachel didn't think it'd be that much longer before she just quit. Some people just didn't have the drive it took to be the starlet in more than one arena.
Artie and Tina seemed to be on good terms, or at least Rachel thought so; they didn't really ever look any different. She did know that he was treating the quiet girl better, as Tina'd been all smiles after the Madonna week. So that was good. Although Rachel didn't know if they were a couple meant to be long lasting, as they didn't seem to have a lot of passion between them. Maybe they were better off as friends.
Kurt, bless him, was still making moon-eyes at Finn, which she knew was a lost cause. There was no way the dopey giant had any curiosity when it came to which sex he preferred; she just hoped that the male fashioniesta realized that before he got too hurt. They might not always be on the same terms and were always competing to be the best, but that didn't mean Rachel wanted him to get hurt, which she was afraid was exactly what was going to happen. Kurt really needed to realize that no matter how much he wanted him, Finn just was not going to ever be attracted to him or any guy.
As proof, Finn had taken Santana's words to heart and was now enjoying being single and the heartthrob of McKinley (Puck still didn't understand who that happened); he'd been seen hanging out with and getting rather friendly with several different Cheerios.
Quinn ignored them all and seemed completely consumed with trying to get back to the top of the school and the squad, not going to be happy until she was the HBIC again. Not that Santana was making it easy for her friend.
Both Santana and Brittany seemed to be in good place, even though Rachel knew that neither of them was ready to label just what was going on between them. But she didn't judge, having two gay dads and all, and just hoped that they figured out what they were to each other before either of them got hurt, as she really didn't want either of them to be sad. It still amazed her that the two Cheerios were now her best friends, but she was determined to make sure they both were happy and content, as they deserved it.
"Alright guys, there's something serious that needs to be addressed before we get started." Rachel focused back on the present, seeing Mr. Schuester stride into the room from his office, face pinched into a frown as he came to stand in front of the group.
"What's up Mr. Schue?" Mercedes asked with a smile.
"It has come to my attention that some of you have been faking it when we do our warm ups and rehearsals. I'm very disappointed in you guys." The teacher said seriously, frowning at them.
"I can't believe you narced on us." Finn said to Rachel, making her jaw drop.
"What it Finnessa."
"Don't get mad at me for exposing your laziness. I'm tired of carrying all of your weight. Regionals is in a month, guys." Rachel said, looking at the gathered group before facing straight, refusing to apologize. She'd already spoken to those that really mattered, so she wasn't bothered by the glares the others sent her. Served them right.
"I'm just trying to understand what's going on here. Finn, why did you stop singing?" Will questioned.
"'Cause you started giving all the male leads to Puck. It kinda shook my confidence, ya know?" Finn shrugged.
"Get over it dude. Seriously." Puck rolled his eyes, making Rachel give a small smile.
"What difference does it make? Everyone knows our job is to look hot." Quinn spoke up, motioning towards the other Cheerios (minus Rachel, of course), with a disinterested shrug.
"A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. A glee club is about a myriad of voices coming together as one. All right? This ends now." Will waited until he got nods from them all before continuing.
"Which is why your assignment for the week is for each of you to come up with a song that best represents how you see yourself—where you are in your lives right now. Your voice. Then…you're gonna stand up here and sing your hearts out. All of you."
"Solos? In front of everyone?" Kurt asked breathlessly, eyes gleaming at the possibilities.
"The Glee Club has lost its voice. It's time for us to get it back." Will said with a smile.
"Great. I have the perfect song." Rachel said, standing. The teacher held back an eye roll, trying to remember that the girl was just passionate about her art and didn't try to be as irritating as he found her.
"Alright. Let's hear it." He motioned her forward and went to sit on the stool placed next to the piano, where Brad waited with a bored expression. It must really suck to be him sometimes.
"I've chosen "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift as I believe it sums up my feelings perfectly. Noah, if you'd be so kind." Rachel pointed to a guitar, making the guys chuckle that the 'badass' would actually know the song. Puck flipped them off as he got up to grab the instrument, sending a heated glare at his friends, who just snickered more.
"If you're quite done." Rachel's voice whipped at them, the look the short diva sent them making the guys all straighten before they nodded sheepishly.
"Thank you." Rachel cleared her throat before nodding, Brad and Puck both beginning to play. She closed her eyes for a moment before they popped back open and met Puck's, smiling brightly at him before she started.
"There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired lonely place."
Rachel's face twisted into confusion as she pressed against her ear, wondering why in the world she sounded so strange. Because there was no way she was hearing correctly.
"Walls of insincerity,
shifting eyes and vacancy
vanished when I saw your face."
"Baby…" Rachel trailed off as Puck's hand settled on her arm, wondering why he was giving her that look. Why was everyone giving her that look.
"What is it Noah? You know you should never interrupt a performer while they're singing. It's just rude." The basketballer gave a small smile at her, but his eyes were sad.
"I think you lost your voice."
"Excuse me?"
"Listen, you know I love you, but that was terrible, babe. I think whatever's got you sick is makin' you not be able to sing." Puck replied.
"What? This can't be happening!" Rachel said, her eyes going large as panic began to build within her. If she didn't have her voice, then what did she have? She was her voice.
"I'm sure it'll pass, Rachel. But maybe you should see a doctor." Mr. Schue said as he rose from his seat.
"She's got an appointment today. If we're done, we'll head there now." Puck said, getting a nod from the teacher.
"C'mon babe." Brittany came forward with their bags, wrapping her arms around her small friend when Puck took them from her.
"I'm sure you'll be okay Ray. Lord Tubbington didn't say anything about you staying sick, and he'd know." Rachel nodded against the blonde's shoulder, even though she didn't believe that for a second. It was just better to agree with the ditzy cheerleader than to crush the innocence she still possessed. Even when crushing something was exactly what the diva felt like doing.
"I'll see you later, Britt." Rachel pulled back with a tight smile and took the hand Puck held out, trying to fight down the panic. She waved at the others before she was swept from the room, neither of them wanting to be around the rest of them, as they weren't doing a good job of hiding their thoughts about her losing her voice (cough Kurt cough).
"It'll all be okay." Puck said quietly as he lead her out of the school, his arm wrapped around her, keeping her close to his side.
"I hope so, Noah. I really hope so."
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"What if he says I'll never sing again? I mean, who am I without my voice? I-I'm just this spoiled, annoying only child…"
"Hey, don't start with that. You're awesome, babe, with or without your voice." Puck interrupted as he sat next to her on a rolling stool, large hand wrapped around her much smaller one.
"Like what?"
"You're a Cheerio, you can dance, and you're super smart. I mean, really babe, I don't think there's anything you can't do if you put your mind to it." He reassured her, getting a small smile in answer.
"You'll still love me if I can't sing?"
"Course I will. I might even enjoy it, you not being able to yell quite so loudly at me when I fuck things up." Rachel gave a small laugh and shook her head, which was exactly what he'd wanted. They both looked up as the doctor came back into the room.
"Bad news, Rachel, you'll probably never sing again." Her jaw dropped in shock and her nails bit into his hand.
"W-What?"
"I'm kidding. You have severe tonsillitis, which has resulted in an inner ear infection. From the looks of things, it's not the first time. You should have had them out years ago."
"Dude, you're so not funny." Puck said with a glare as her grip loosed just a tad, getting a shrug from the man.
"Why should I let you butcher my throat, when just resting my voice for a week and chugging down herbal tea will do the same job?" Rachel demanded.
"This is a very serious infection."
"Look, Rachel's our Glee club's superstar. So I think she's worried about the surgery affecting her singing voice." Puck interrupted before Rachel could start ranting.
"At least start by taking these antibiotics. Unless you think they're going to adversely affect your dance moves." Puck rolled his eyes.
"Fine." Rachel said primly, making her boyfriend smirk before he stood.
"Is this thing contagious?" Rachel glanced at him before remembering that they hadn't exactly kept their distance.
"In the early stages, yes. Have you two been—"
"Yeah. So do I need to do anythin'?" The doctor rolled his eyes and wrote out another prescription.
"Take these. If we've caught it early enough then they should clear anything up." He handed Puck the paper before striding out, thankful his shift was almost over.
"I'm sorry if I've infected you Noah." Rachel said softly, staring down at her lap.
"Hey, I was the one that kept kissing you, remember. 'Sides, I'm sure these drugs'll work." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"What do you think I should do?" She asked, titling her head back so she could meet his eyes as he stood in front of her.
"Whatever you think's best, Rach. It's your voice and your throat, so you should decide." Rachel bit her lip and nodded, thankful he was there with her.
"I'll take the antibiotics, even though I don't like taking prescriptions. Hopefully that plus voice rest and tea will clear things up."
"You think you can be quiet?" He arched a brow and smirked down at her, getting an eye roll and a light push as she stepped down from the examination chair.
"Yes, I'm sure I can manage." Rachel lightly elbowed him in the side, making him chuckle before she moved over to change back into her clothes.
"This'll be an interestin' week." Puck chuckled as he watched her, hating that he couldn't be all up on that. This throat shit needed to clear up soon or else he was gonna go crazy. No lie.
"It will certainly help with Mr. Schuster's assignment, as I won't be able to back anyone up and they'll have to rely on their own talents. I might actually enjoy it." The two shared a look of doubt before they both laughed, Rachel straightening out her jacket before linking hands with him.
"Let's get these filled. You mom insisted we be at your house by seven for dinner."
Puck bobbed his head as he guided her out of the room and through the clinic until they got to the desk to get a receipt of the visit. Rachel didn't have copay as her health insurance was amazing, her dad being a doctor and all, so they just needed to receipt for their records before the teens headed to the nearest pharmacy. Leah had promised her famous knishes and Rachel was anxious to get there.
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Rachel Berry, as it turned out, was not a very good patient. Puck knew she rarely, if ever, got sick, but the girl was seriously about to drive him up a wall. Which was impressive, considering she barely spoke for the rest of the week. He'd been to her house ever night that week to help he as best he could, but he was relieved when her voice came back after some "heroic dose of antibiotics and a mysterious blend of herbal remedies" (Rachel's words).
Thankfully he didn't develop any symptoms himself, so he was just peachy once the week was over. He'd had to endure some ridiculous songs from the Gleeks and the drama of Brittany and Kurt dating; drama because Rachel wouldn't stop talking about it, saving up all her speaking moments to discuss it. He couldn't really care less, but just shrugged and agreed with her, knowing she wouldn't let it go until she had figured everything out.
He was just glad that they could finally get naked again, as he'd had to go way too long without her. He'd make a point to try and keep Rachel from getting sick as much as possible, as he really didn't want to relive the hellish week. Like ever.
AN: I know it was shorter than normal, but like I said, I wasn't really sure why I even started this when I have two other stories that really need to be updated. But I hope you liked this chapter if you came back to read and feel free to leave reviews, as I still love them. I don't know when the next update will be, so I'm not going to make any promises. Sorry. And sorry for any errors.