AN- Noah Puckerman's POV it is! Enjoy!

Rachel Freakin' Berry. Of course Berry was the one to save the freakin' day. Everyone gives Hudson the credit for showing up and telling everyone what to do, but it was Berry who got us in that room and took care of everything after.

After Mr. Perfect showed up, Berry got her laptop out and found background music for "You Can't Always Get What You Want." She downloaded it, then put it on a USB drive with the music for her ballad. Then, she played the songs and took notes for the lighting dudes.

When the second song started, I had to laugh. "Barbra Streisand?" Of course she's been working on this song since she was four.

"Noah, you know this song? You know who Barbra Streisand is?"

"Hell, yes, I know who that is. I know my Jewish musical icons. Badass or not, if you're a Jew, someone in your family is obsessed with her: your mom, your Bubbe, whatever. It's like a law. Funny Girl is Mom's favorite. She won't stop watching the damn thing."

"Noah, language!"

"I'm just glad my mom isn't here to hear you sing this. She'd never forgive me for breaking up with you."

Rachel raised an eyebrow at me. I knew what she was thinking: I broke up with you, Noah.

"Whatever, Berry. You know what I mean."

She laughed. "Okay," she suddenly yelled at everyone, "I need someone to talk to the lighting technicians. I would do it myself, but I need to focus on mentally preparing for my ballad. Also, I must admit that I'm a tad high-strung right now…"

Peoples' eyes rolled. Right now? Her forehead wrinkled up for a second, but she pasted the smile back on. She'd noticed how everyone reacted, but pretended not to. Huh.

"…so I might be a bit too aggressive to be effective. We need someone who can appeal to their sympathy. Tina!"

"Wh-what?" Tina said. Artie looked at her funny. "That one was real! Rachel startled me."

"You would be perfect. Your meek nature makes people want to help and protect you. Your alternative appearance will appeal to their artistic side."

The chick looked scared to death. The more Rachel talked, the smaller Tina seemed to get. I sighed.

"I'll come with you," I said. Tina looked relieved. Rachel gave me this huge smile, the kind she usually just gives Finn. My stomach felt weird. Where did that come from?

"Oh, Noah, that's perfect! Let Tina give them this paper and explain the situation. Tina, tell them the notes on the paper are merely suggestions, that we defer to their artistic talents, and we'd appreciate any help they can give us in achieving a fair competition. Finish with your face-to-the-floor-looking-up-through-the-lashes shy smile."

"My what?"

Rachel demonstrated. For a second, she looked just like Tina. It freaked everyone out. "Noah, you'll probably just be moral support, but if they don't respond to Tina, try appealing to them as craftsmen. And if that doesn't work…well, I don't approve of violence, but an intimidating glare may be helpful."

"No problem, Berry. Come on, Chang."

"Um, Cohen-Chang."

So we went up to the booth, and Tina did what Rachel had said. The second Tina did the smile thing, the guys got all mushy or whatever and one of them promised, "We'll come up with something great for your team." Then she gave them a bigger smile, and they looked like they were five and Tina had just given them a puppy. Berry's a freakin' genius. It's a good thing she's such a goody-goody, because if she wasn't, she could take over the world or something.

So, I know some people think Berry told Finn about the baby as part of some plan, but I don't think she did. They think I told her. I wish. If I'd told her, she would have told him months ago. Maybe he'd even be over it by now. Who knows how different things might have turned out. All I know is, someone needed to tell Hudson the truth. I couldn't do it, or my chances with Quinn and the baby would have been shot to Hell, but Berry stepped up and saved the day. It's, like, what she does.

So she went out into the auditorium singing "Don't Rain on My Parade." She sounded just like Barbra…only prettier. When we walked in, I saw my mom and sister in the audience. She must have gotten the day off after all. Mom gave me a look that told me two things: she was in love with Rachel Berry and she was pissed at me for letting Berry go.

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