We've reached the end of my first story. Thank you so much for all of your feedback through it and please let me know how you like this wrap-up! I still love the "You have a new review" e-mails! Enjoy!

Also, if you're interested this is the kind of dress I had in mind for the one I described on Rachel:

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Puck was standing with Hiram at the bottom of the Berry staircase, looking up every so often. He knew that upstairs Rachel was probably freaking out as she got ready, probably mentally going over all of the things that could go wrong tonight. He certainly could have helped alleviate some of her tension (and in more than just the dirty ways), but as cool as Rachel's fathers were, sending him up to their daughter's room while they knew she was changing was probably not on their to-do list for the evening.

"Noah, Rachel tells us the Ohio State University coach has been very interested in getting you to attend next year." Hiram brought up, and Noah nodded. It felt like all any parent could talk about lately was colleges. It was January, so applications had gone in for most schools already, but it was still a hot topic on everyone's mind. Puck was extremely glad that Rachel had applied early decision to her dream school (NYU obviously) and had therefore already gotten her acceptance letter. He loved the girl more than anyone else in his life, but a nervous, anxiety-filled Rachel was probably the least fun version of her. He'd had trouble keeping her calm this week even and that was just her worrying about the big winter ball they were throwing for the temple kids.

"Yeah, I'm used to people being impressed by my guns and skills." Puck added with a smirk when he noticed Hiram seemed to waiting for a verbal response. Rachel's father just chuckled, used to his sense of humor.

"Do you think you'll take him up on an offer if he makes one?" Hiram asked, and from the direct look he was giving Puck, Puck knew it was a loaded question. It wasn't just a school. It was a school far too many states from Rachel to keep either of them happy. Puck subconsciously reached down to play with the piece of paper in his pants pocket nervously while trying to think of the best way to respond, when his girlfriend, there when needed as always, saved him with a call down the stairs.

"Ok, Daddy, get the camera, I'm about to make my grand entrance. Is everyone adequately prepared?" Her sing song voice carried down.

"All set for package Berry to arrive." Puck called back up playfully. Who else would need to make sure there was an adoring crowd waiting for her just to walk down the stairs? She was so her that he was smiling before he even saw her.

However, his smile definitely grew when she came into view. Her silver dress was beaded on the top and tight on her waist before becoming a more poofy skirt type thing on the bottom. (For whatever the fuck reason, he thought the skirt material thingy was called taffeta from something Rachel had mentioned, but he'd rather pretend he didn't know that.) She sparkled and glowed and her hair was all pulled in a loose tie on one side of her head where the curls cascaded on to her shoulder. She looked beautiful.

"Woah," was all he could manage by the time she got to him, but she smiled like she understood, because she always did. Did he mention how much he loved this girl? Yeah, no way was he letting some asshole in New York get his hands on her. No way was he leaving her behind.

Rachel knew her hair-do was coming undone and her makeup was probably smeared from all the sweating she'd done while dancing, but she couldn't care less. She had been having too much fun spending the evening with her amazing boyfriend and new temple friends to worry about the way she looked.

Puck had left her side once to get them drinks and when he came back and found her being hit on by a tall blonde boy who was in her Spanish class, he had almost punched the guy in the face and hadn't left her alone for a minute since. If there was anyone else there she would rather have spent time with, she might have been annoyed, but there wasn't, so she just felt loved and protected.

The DJ was just breaking down his equipment as she cleaned up some empty cups lying around while Puck held the trash bag for her when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to be faced with the rabbi.

"Good evening, rabbi." She greeted him.

"Good evening, Rachel." He smiled at her and then looked over her shoulder at Puck. "Good evening, Noah."
"Sup?" He nodded and Rachel gave him a dirty look. Apparently the hour-long workshop on manners that they had engaged in before he had dinner with her fathers for the first time needed a refresher course. The rabbi didn't seem to mind.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on the success of this evening." He said. "To be honest, Puck, when you first suggested an event of this size, I wasn't so sure it could be pulled off, but you said Rachel could do it, and you were right." Rachel beamed at her boyfriend, the manner-slip of a minute ago instantly forgotten.

"Thank you very much." Rachel replied and Noah echoed her with a "Thanks."

"In the short five months since the two of you began this program, it is most impressive how well it has managed to bring teenagers in and bring them…together." He gave them a knowing smile and Rachel looked down to hide her blush. "Keep up the great work and Rachel, I'll take a look at the upcoming event idea list you gave me on Monday. Good night." He turned and walked away, the two teenagers calling out their farewells behind him.

After he walked away, Rachel gave Puck a quick kiss (It was awfully sweet the amount of faith in her he had conveyed to the rabbi.) before continuing her clean-up duties. After a moment, Puck cleared his throat in a nervous manner. She instantly looked up and gave him a concerned look.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"I uh need to tell you something." Rachel instantly froze. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she got into NYU.

"It's ok." She said quietly, slowly unfreezing and sitting down in a chair. "The fact that you loved me enough to stay in a monogamous relationship this long is truly heartwarming. I expected that with us being several states away, you'd want to have your college life free to-" His laughter interrupted her, and for a moment, she was reminded of that moment several months ago in the temple parking lot when he had interrupted to laugh at her thinking he would leave her if she didn't have sex with him immediately. (That was taken care of at this point, by the way)

"Star, do you think I'm breaking up with you?" He asked seriously after he had calmed down. "It's cute that you never get less crazy." He smirked, all his unease seemingly gone.

"You're not?" Rachel clarified, immensely relieved. She wasn't sure how long she would last now without Puck to balance out her crazy.

"Do you want me to?" He replied, his unease back. She could tell he was really scared all of a sudden that she might.

"Of course not!" She quickly calmed his fears. "I love you, and I love us, but I just assumed with you in Ohio and me in New York…." She trailed off.

"Uh yeah…that's actually what I needed to talk about." He began again, and this time, she waited for him to continue. "So uh I know you think the right place for me is OSU because of the money I'm being offered and football and stuff and I know you don't want to hold me back just like I don't want to hold you back, but I think you're wrong, which is crazy rare I know, but I think with this, you are, because the right place for me isn't in Ohio or with football. It's with music and it's with you." Rachel couldn't help the water currently gathering in the corner of her eyes at how sweet he was as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a piece of a paper. "Uh this actually came yesterday, but I didn't want to distract you from the party thing, so don't get scary mad that I didn't show you sooner, but…." He held the paper out to her and she eagerly took it and unfolded it to read.

Dear Noah Puckerman,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been granted an early decision acceptence to The New School for Jazz and Contemporary Music. The selection process was filled with

Rachel only got through the first two lines before she squealed and lunged at her boyfriend.

"Noah, this is amazing!" She cried, planting kisses all over his face. "This is such a great school and it's ten minutes away from NYU and I just can't believe it! Why didn't you tell me you were applying?"

He grabbed her around the waist, so she was stuck (happily stuck) in his lap and buried his face in her hair.

"I didn't want to get your hopes up if I wasn't good enough to get in." He mumbled sheepishly and Rachel had to strain to here him. Once she did though, she promptly smacked him on the arm.

"Noah Puckerman! If I had known, I never would have doubted for a moment that you weren't going to get into a school like this that would surely appreciate your talents!" She couldn't believe he didn't see how amazing he was. She twisted her body so she could look in his eyes. "So this is real? We'll really be together next year?" She couldn't quite believe it yet.

"As long as you can stand me, yeah." He responded teasingly and she instantly pressed her lips to his. She had never quite been able to imagine what would happen if he was so far away next year, but she could definitely imagine him being so close. She was so glad he was going with her. No way was she ever going to leave him behind.