Hello my dearies!
Thank you so much for your support and feedbacks! I'm so happy to read your reviews; they means so much to me! I want to thank specifically those who pointed out some grammatical mistakes I've made in the previous chapters because they helped me improve my English and, from now on, I'll make sure to use the right form!:) I'm sure that there are PLENTY of other mistakes (even if I re-read the chapters at least a dozen of times before posting them) so thank you for being patient and not giving up on my story because of that.
I'm super elated because yesterday I went to the movies and saw "Les Miserables"! Good Lord, What. A. Movie! Breathtaking! If you haven't seen it yet, please, make sure you'll go because it will blow you away! Seriously! (I fell in love with Eddie Redmayne's voice! So perfect!)
I'll leave you beautiful people to the new chapter! Hope you'll like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Magic Mike or any other thing mentioned in the chapter. *Sob*
The weeks between their little gateway and the graduation definitely weren't the greatest in Rachel and Puck's relationship: between her job, his job, the rehearsals and the last finals, they barely saw each other and, when they finally saw one another, they would end up arguing about trivial matters, taking out their exhaustion and nervousness on the other.
But, one evening, all blew up in their face.
Rachel arrived at Puck's place with a big smile on her face. The excitement made her eyes all shiny and she let a happy squeak when she found her boyfriend in the living room, on the couch while strumming the guitar away on lazily.
She sat down next to Noah and extended him a colourful flier, which the man took cautiously after setting the guitar on the coffee table. The flier advertised an open mic night in a club downtown but Puck couldn't really figure why Rachel seemed so ecstatic about that. So he turned to her and asked with a raised eyebrow "Why did you give me this, babe?".
She beamed at him and exclaimed "Because I signed you up for tomorrow night!" but frowned when she saw him shake his head and say "Not a way in hell I'm doing this". She was speechless: she thought he would had loved the idea to try to make his childhood dream come true. She knew that it was only an open mic night but the club often called some talent scouts in and some guys who played there had became successful musician and singers.
"But…" she tried to rebut but he looked at her right in the eyes and stated "I'm not going. End of discussion, Rachel" before getting up. However, Rachel didn't think the topic was over so she stood up as well and grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to turn and look at her, while asking "Why are you doing this? Why are you so afraid to follow your dreams?".
A dry laugh left his lips before he answered harshly "Dreams don't come real for people like me", which made her reply hotly "Dreams don't come real for people who aren't brave enough to fight for them and that settle for something easier!". He took a step forward and narrowed his eyes at her, growling "Are you calling me a coward?".
Rachel crossed her arms and kept her eyes glued at his while saying "If the hat fits! You are better than a stripper and I'm tired to be the only one here to think that! I'm tired, Noah! Because even if you're extremely confident in yourself, sometimes you're your worst enemy. You are the one who think that you're good for nothing and who whine because you're going to stay in that club for the rest of your life. But you do nothing to change that! And every time I try to push you to follow your dreams, you laugh at me as if I'm the crazy one!". She was basically yelling right now but she was so angry at him that she couldn't stop herself.
He raised his hands and yelled back "That's because you are! You just want me to leave my job so Miss Goodie Two-Shoes Rachel Berry can say that she's not dating a goddamn stripper!". At that, Rachel saw red and pushed him on the chest several times with all the force she had in herself and hissed "Don't you dare say that! You know it's not true! You know that! Don't blame me if you're too scared to follow your dreams. I've done nothing but support you and I don't deserve to be spoken to like that".
She turned and grabbed all her things while he asked angrily "Where the hell you're going now?". Without looking at him, she said with a quivery voice "I'm going home before one of us can say something we might regret. It's better for us not to speak to each other for a day or so since it seems like the only thing we do recently is arguing", making his eyes grew bigger. "Rachel, don't…" he started but she was already at the door. Before exiting the apartment, she said "Tomorrow, I'll go to that club. If you change your mind, address and time are on the flier. Bye".
And, with that, she was out.
He breathed deeply but that didn't made him calm down and, without thinking, he threw violently against the wall the first thing that his hand reached. The bottle of beer shattered when made contact with the hard surface but even the sound of glass didn't push a little bit of his anger away.
Sam appeared from the hallway and leaned on the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Dude…" the blonde tried to speak but the mohawked man shoot him a glare and growled "Not a word, Evans. I'm not in the mood for your shit" but Sam decided to keep going "You know she's right, right? You're taking all your insecurities about you two being together and the fact the you're so different from one another out on her and this shit is not fair for her. Do you remember when I told you to become the man she deserves to be with? To be that man, you have to start working on yourself and on what you want! Everything will fall into place after that. She loves you so fucking much that she's putting up with your job every single time even if it pains her to see you go! Do you see how her face fall every time we have to go?".
Noah clenched his jaw tightly and looked away from the blonde, knowing how right he was. He saw how Rachel's face fell a little every time he had to go to work; even if she tried to hide it and put a smile on her face, her eyes were the mirror of her soul and they showed how sad she was.
But he wasn't ready to hear that he was wrong so he just shove his roommate and marched to his bedroom, slamming the door violently.
Rachel was staring sadly at her drink while stirring it with the pink straw. All her friends were there, except for Sam and Noah. She really hoped that he had changed his mind on the open mic night and that he would show up but the day before he seemed so serious about not going.
It hurt a lot that he didn't understand that she really did that because she loved him, because she wanted to help him be happy and achieve his dream. He didn't even had to leave his job; he could perform when he had free nights so the accusation he threw at her wasn't true at all.
She was so mesmerized by the vortex that she created in the glass that she didn't even noticed that Sam arrived and took a seat next to her. It was only when he poked her with one of his shoulders that she raised her face and saw him giving her a tight smile. She looked around the table but she didn't see the person that she wanted to see. Noah didn't come.
She wanted to cry but she shoot him a sad smile at him before refocusing her attention on her drink. She was so disappointed by him. Why can't he notice how amazing he really was? But she couldn't force him to come; it really was Noah's choice and, more than telling him that she believed in him and in his talent, she couldn't do much more.
She was taken away from her trance from Sam (again) who told her "You really want to see this". She frowned but looked in the direction that was pointing the blonde man and sat up straighter when she saw what was on the stage… more precisely, who was on the stage.
Puck was sitting on the stool, guitar perched on his tight and was setting the microphone so that it was right in front of his mouth. He tugged lightly the strings of the guitar and looked directly into Rachel's big doe eyes, which were getting misty.
He cleared his throat and said in the mic, not stopping the light melody that came from his instrument "Hi, everybody. This is my first time here and I hope you'll like it so that you won't throw things at me. Before I start with my performance, I just want to say to my amazing girlfriend that I was a prick and that I'm sorry for the things I said yesterday. Hope that these songs explain it all".
She almost sobbed when she recognized the first chords of "Waiting for a girl like you". After that he sang "You and me" by Lifehouse and ended his gig with their song, "Sweet Caroline".
The crowd loved his performance, giving him a standing ovation, and Rachel was clapping more enthusiastically than anyone in the club while she was obvious of the tears that was streaking her cheeks.
Noah waved at the audience and passed the guitar to the next performer before stepping out of stage. He didn't even take two steps that Rachel was already hugging him tight, sniffing against his chest. He rested his lips on her forehead and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and loving the feeling of his girlfriend's body against his.
"You were marvellous, Noah. I'm so proud of you" she said with a broken voice. Then she raised her head to look into his eyes and added "I really thought that you wouldn't come here and…" but Noah's lips on hers stopped her. They kissed briefly and then he took her head in his hands, telling her "I meant every single word I said on the stage. I was a prick yesterday and you didn't deserve the shit I threw at you. Forgive me?". Rachel fisted his shirt and nodded but asked with a small voice "Why do you think that I signed you up for this because I'm ashamed of you and of what your job is?".
Puck took her hand and dragged her to the quietest corner of the club to talk. He boxed her between his body and the wall, saying seriously "Babe, you didn't do anything to make me think that you were ashamed of me and of what I do but… I am, so I thought that you were as well. And I still don't know why the hell you're with me when you can have all those others theatre pricks that have aspirations as big as yours and that don't have to strip every night".
It was so difficult for him to tell her that; even if he was really trying to communicate her his feelings (something that Rachel begged him to do, since she wanted their relationship to be completely sincere), it was still hard for him to talk about how he felt and not go back to the guy he was before he met her.
She caressed his face sweetly and replied "First of all: don't presume what my feeling are. If you have doubts about them, you can talk to me and clear the air. Because I could never be ashamed of you. Never. And neither should you because you're doing anything illegal or whatsoever. Second: I don't want those guys because none of those guys – or, at least, the ones that I know – have your kind heart, your confidence or make me laugh the way you do. And, sincerely, a diva in the couple is more than enough". This last sentence made him chuckle and Rachel smiled broadly and got closer to him, hugging him tight.
As he slide his hand down her spine, he told her "Yeah, you're right. You would just burst into flames because of your egos. At least, I keep it yours at bay" but she rebutted "Shut up. Your ego is colossal too; you're just lucky that I'm fine with it". His head got closer to hers and when theirs lips were almost touching, he said lasciviously "I know another thing of mine that is colossal and you're fine with it, too". She managed to say "Pig" before he pushed his tongue in her mouth to meet hers.
They kissed passionately, their bodies brushing up against the other. When she moaned loudly, Rachel pushed him away a little and, trying to catch her breath, said "Not here, Noah. I'm not going to made a spectacle of ourselves in a public club". He smirked at her and dived his hand in the sea of chocolate curls, bringing her close again and giving her a last kiss before putting an arm around her shoulders and walking towards the table where all their friends were waiting for them.
Suddenly a hand on Puck's shoulder stopped their walk. He turned to see who the hell was and he was met by the sight of a man around his fifties, with dark hair that were turning grey. He was wearing a T-Shirt with the club's logo so Puck thought that the other man must have been an employee there.
The older man shoot a smirk at Noah and said "You're really good with the guitar, kid. What's your name again?". The two introduced each other and the greyish-haired man explained that he was Joel Harris, owner of the club. Mr. Harris said to him "I'm quite straight-forward so here's the deal: it was a while since the last time I saw someone as talented as you. Are you interest in performing here once a week? I know some talent scouts and producers that really can help you with your career… So, you're in?".
Puck was completely shocked by his proposal: so he really was that good! It wasn't just Rachel saying that because she was biased. This man thought it as well and could help him make his childhood dream come true so he said enthusiastically "Hell yeah, I'm in!".
The owner laughed at his reaction and at the way his girlfriend was almost shaking excitement; she was looking at the young man with the brightest and largest smile he had ever seen and he was afraid that she might have a paresis.
"Perfect" Mr Harris said and than asked "So, what do you say about performing on Friday?", which made Puck cringe and say sadly "I can't on Fridays. I have to work on from Thursday to Sunday" but the man shook his hand and replied "Don't worry, I totally understand. So, what about Wednesday? Would it be good for you?". Puck nodded and took the card the owner extended to him with all his contacts. He wrote down his phone number as well and the two men shook hands while Mr. Harris said that he would call the day after for the final detail.
As soon as the man disappeared from their sight, Rachel started to squeal in front of him. "Oh my God, Noah! This is huge! Such an important step in your career! I knew that they would have loved you, you're amazing! And Mr. Harris said he can help to get in touch with some producers! Oh, Noah, I'm so happy and proud of you! You're going to shine and take your well-deserved place in the world of music. There's so many things to do! First of all, personal cards. You can't go around without a stash of them. I'll print them out tomorrow first thing and then…" but Noah shut her up kissing her hungrily. When they broke the kiss, she asked with a bright smile "What was that for?" but he just said with an equally bright smile "Thank you".
She grabbed his face and stated "You did it all by yourself, honey. All. By. Yourself. And I can't be prouder of you". She pecked his lips and dragged him to the table where their friends first congratulated for the performance (and teased him about it… Well, only Santana teased him because of the songs' choice and joked again about his set of balls hidden in Rachel's nightstand) and than celebrated for the most recent news.
Kurt, Rachel and Mercedes immediately started to talk about new clothes for him and some shit like this but he immediately put a stop on it and kissed away the pout that appeared on Rachel's face after he spoke.
She sighed and got more comfortable on his lap, sliding her arm around his should and leaning her forehead against his. "I can't wait a couple more days for graduation so, after that, I can focus my attention just on you and on the show. I'm sorry I was so tense recently but…" she said before being shushed (again!) by him, who pinched her lips together with his fingers. She slapped his hand away and then told him "It's the third time you shut me up in a mere hour! Stop it! I was saying something serious!" but he smirked at her and said "As if you have anything to complain with the way I interrupt you", grinning widely when he saw her blush and smile coyly. Then he added "I know you're nervous. I get it; you've go so many things in hands that it's normal for you to freak the fuck out. And I wasn't smooth as well, so let's call it even. Alright?".
She sighed and replied "Only if you're sure". Noah nodded before kissing her, gaining the complaints of Finn who was begging them to keep it PG and the catcalls from the others. The rest of the night was spend celebrating and having good time, dreaming about how life could turn in the future.
Puck was pacing in the great hall of the NYADA building and was tugging at his tie, cursing under his breath at his tuxedo and his shirt. He felt like a penguin! Sure, he was damn hot with his suit but he really missed his comfy shirt and jeans right now.
Tonight was the night of Rachel and Kurt's graduation. It was a really big event and only the best students were invited to perform in it so it was a huge deal for Rachel and Kurt to be up to their reputation and sing perfectly. Tuxedos, cocktail dresses and evening dress were a must and it seemed more like a show than a graduation ceremony. From what Rachel told him, the dean of NYADA invited some important theatre and musical producers and choreographers in order to help the graduates and, at the same time, make them sign some big ass checks for the academy.
The group of friends along with Burt and his wife (Rachel and Finn's parents were running a little bit late but Finn didn't seem shocked at all) arrived there almost an hour in advance to take some decent seat. The more time passed, the more people entered the auditorium and the more Puck grew anxious for her girlfriend, even if she would kick asses for sure. So, he excused himself and this is why he found himself in the great hall.
He was looking at the few people that were there as well, killing time until the show start, when the doors burst open and two men went in.
They were both quite tall and seemed really in hurry. They looked around alarmed and the one with a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose and perfectly styled grey hair said to the other "Oh my God, Leroy, we're so late! Where did Finn tell you that they are seated? Oh, for the love of God, why must this place be so big? What if they already started and we missed our bunny's performance? I think I would die!".
Puck didn't need any further information to know who those men were: Rachel totally took her drama flair from that man! The mohawked man walked towards them and, when he was closed enough, he said "Mr. and Mr. Berry, right?"
The men's attention was all on him as they looked at him with bright eyes. The other man, with curly brunette short hair that were turning gray on the side and mocha complexion, shoot him a gentle smile and replied "Yes, we are Hiram and Leroy Berry", indicating first his husband and then himself, "And you are…?". Puck took out of the pocket his right hand and extended it to them (hoping that it wasn't too much sweaty… This was the first time in a very fucking long time that he would meet his girlfriend's parents. And dads usually hated him; of course, he had to fell in love with the one girl who has two of them. Of-fucking-course.) before saying "I'm Noah Puckerman, Rachel's boyfriend. It's a pleasure meeting you".
Immediately, Leroy took his hand firmly shook it, stating "It's a pleasure meeting you too, Noah. Rachel said some wonderful things about you. Thank you for making our bunny so happy". Puck shoot him a smirk and he really hoped that he didn't notice the blush that crept on his neck after the statement. Oh, for fuck's sake, badasses don't blush! What the hell was doing this family to him?!
He extended his hand to Hiram too and the fancy man took him still looking at him with dreamy eyes. He say with the most serious voice "Well, our Rachel told us that you were absolutely handsome but we thought she was just exaggerating. Never thought you were actually that good-looking. You even manage to pull off that strange and ridiculous haircut of yours!".
Noah passed a hand on his hair and chuckled at what Hiram just said. Leroy laughed out loud, patted his shoulder and told him "Your hair are rather nice, Noah. Don't listen to him. Now, what about we go inside? We don't really want to miss anything, do we?", following Rachel's boyfriend in the big auditorium when he started to walk away.
"Dad! Daddy!" Finn greeted them enthusiastically, getting up and hugging them tight. The two men fawned over their 'Finnie boy' and whined about how much they missed him while trying to style his light brown hair according to their liking, making him blush and mutter "Stop it, please!", which made Puck and Santana laugh out loud and draw a smile on everyone else's faces. Hiram looked at the Latina and smiled widely, putting his hands on his heart and saying "Tana, darling, you're just as stunning as I remember… Come here and give me a hug". The brunette beauty got up and jumped in his embrace, whispering something in his ear and laughing when he hugged her even tighter. After Hiram, she went to Leroy, who welcomed her in his arms as well and kissed her on the forehead, caressing her long black hair with tenderness.
After a brief round of introductions where Finn introduced the other guys and Marley (who, now, was his girlfriend), the two men greeted Brittany and Quinn and hugged Burt and his wife, exchanging some pleasantries.
Suddenly some of the lights went out, signalling that the show was about to begin so everyone took their seats and got comfortable in them while Artie got ready to film the whole showcase and graduation ceremony with his camera. Puck ended up between Hiram and Santana and started to tap nervously on his knee until Santana grabbed his hand and hissed "Puckerman, if you don't cut the tapping, I'm going to cut the damn hand. Just relax, for fuck's sake!". Hiram quietly chastised her with a firm "Santana, watch that pretty mouth of yours or I'm going to wash it with soap", making her mumble "Sorry, H" and sit a little further in her seat while Puck chuckled at the scene. It was hilarious to watch Satan become a obedient little lamb with Rachel and Finn's parents.
When all the light went out completely and the curtains opened on the stage, a small black woman with a strange turban on her head and large clothes stepped on the stage, taking the centre of it. "Holy hell, she's the feminine version of Professor Quirell. Now she will take the turban off and Voldemort will appeared!", which made Puck snort loudly, forcing him to hide his head in his hands and try to muffle his laughter while Hiram hissed sternly "Santana Diabla Lopez! Stop it!". The young man was thrown into another fit of laughter when he heard Santana's middle name and, as soon as he calmed down a bit, he looked at her and asked in hushed tone "Diabla? Are you f…friggin' kidding me, Lopez?", gaining a punch on his arm and her sharp response "Shut up!".
"Welcome to the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts Graduation, I'm Carmen Tibideux, dean of the academy and I wanted to thank you all for being here tonight" Mrs Tibideux started with a solemn voice and continued "While this is a graduation ceremony, this is also a celebration. Each year, the faculty chooses ten students who exemplified the best of what we try to achieve here. Our first performers are Alexandra Pletzuchi and Peter Merriweather. They will be doing a Black Swan pas de deux from Tchaikovsky's SwanLake".
The performance lasted about 10 minutes, probably the 10 longest minutes in Puck's life. He definitely wasn't a ballet-kinda-guy and he was worried for the ballerina, like for real: he was sure no one should bend that much or be so flexible. How on earth her legs were still attached to her body was beyond him.
However, he still clapped when it ended but really hoped that the next one wouldn't be another ballet performance or he would fall asleep for sure. He really thanked god when Mrs. Quirell (he already forgot her real name) introduced Kurt. Their row clapped with enthusiasm and hollered at him, making the flamboyant man blush and smile coyly. He sang a slow version of "I want to hold your hand" and the audience, at the end of it, gave him a standing ovation. Their group of friend whistled in appreciation while Burt was jumping ecstatic and was yelling "That's my boy!", pointing at the stage and looking around to make it clear to everyone who surrounded him. Next to him, a very emotional Blaine was clapping with a big smile and, at the same time, trying to wipe away quickly the tears that were falling from his eyes.
After a couple of uneventful performances, the dean of NYADA re-took the stage and thanked the previous performer before saying "The next graduate will sing "Being good isn't good enough", sung by Barbra Straisand. She shone in her own light throughout all her academic life here and we're very proud to announce the she was casted for the role of Éponine in an up-coming off-Broadway adaptation of the musical "Les Miserables". Enjoy the superb voice of Rachel Berry".
Hiram started to dab gently his eyes with his handkerchief as soon as he realised that Rachel was about to perform but, when the two men saw her taking the centre stage, they started to sniff and clap with all they have. They others yelled and whistled at her, trying to let her know that they were there to support her as well.
To Puck, she was a vision. Rachel never made him see the dress she wanted to put on for her graduation and now he knew why: he would probably had ripped it off of her and fucked her senseless on the spot The dress was long, white and strapless and it had some sort of little diamonds all over the bodice and some of them on the skirt too, reflecting the light so that she shone like the star he knew she was. Her chocolate hair were cascading in soft curls on her shoulders and, on the neck, she had a simple necklace (the one that Noah gave her for Christmukkah).
After a gracious nod to the orchestra leader, she started to sing and not a fly could be heard in the whole auditorium. Every single person in there was enraptured by the majesty and immensity of her voice as she sang flawlessly. As soon as the song came to an end, the crowd exploded in an applause and stood up in reverence.
Their row was basically hollering and cheering in approval (Puck, Santana and Finn the loudest of them all) while her dads were clapping and yelling "Bravo! Bravo!". She curtseyed all cute before exiting from the stage.
Hiram fell heavily on his seat, crying his eyes out and clinging on his husband saying "Oh my God, Leroy. Our bunny. It seems like yesterday that she was babbling in rhythm with the 'Funny Girl' soundtrack in her ladybug onesie and now she's a woman. She's a star". Leroy held him just as tight and cooed sweetly "I know, love. I know" while passing a hand up and down his spine, hoping to comfort him.
Finn and Santana squeezed Hiram's shoulder and the foursome exchanged emotional smile with Puck being awkwardly blocked in the middle of it. Hiram looked at their children and stated "We're so proud of you three, babies. Nothing makes us happier than see you spread your wings and conquer the world. We love you so much".
The light turned on again and Puck was more than happy to free himself from the Berry sappy fest to stretch his legs, joining Mike who was standing in the hallway, talking to a still seated Tina. The two joked and laughed at some of the performances that they just saw that were too over-the-top for their liking.
The pause didn't last for long so, in no time, Puck had to go back to his seat. The Berries seemed to had calmed down in the meantime and they were laughing at something that Finn just said but their gazes immediately were on her daughter's boyfriend as he sat down. Leroy asked him with a smile "So, Noah, did you like our bunny? Wasn't she great?". Noah smiled fondly and answered "She was perfect… She's perfect", which made the two parents share a knowing glance and a soft smile. Hiram agreed and, patting lightly the mohawked man's shoulder, said "Yes, Noah. You're right. She's perfect".
The second part of the showcase ended fairly early and the dean of the academy, along with all the faculty members, walked on stage, announcing the beginning of the graduation ceremony. The students were called in alphabetical order and everyone had a bright red gown on and an equally red mortarboard on their heads.
Rachel smiled brightly when Mrs. Tibideux gave her the well-deserved diploma and shook her hand, saying with a sincere smile "I expect great things from you, Miss Berry. Congratulations". "Thank you" replied the petite woman with a bright mile before turning on her heels, facing the crowd, and moving the gold tassel from one side of the mortarboard to the other.
She waved at her family and friends, watching as they were cheering for her: everyone was clapping furiously and her parents, hugged together, were blowing her kisses. Santana and Finn were whistling and hollering while Puck was yelling "You rock, babe!", which made her laugh. The same enthusiasm was shown when was Kurt's turn to receive his diploma as well. The blue-eyed man turned and bowed at the crowd, waving his hand as if he was a member of the English royal family.
As soon as he joined the group of graduates that already received their certificate, he ran to Rachel and hugged her tight, saying excitedly "We made it, Rachel Barbra Berry. We made it!". Rachel returned happily the hug and, with eyes full of happy tears, replied "I know, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. The only thing left to do is taking Broadway by storm one show at the time!", making him laugh.
Rachel turned to see her loved ones and she immediately met her boyfriend's eyes. He was looking at her with a proud grin and mouthed "I'm proud of you"; she smiled at him and blew him kiss before mouthing back "Love you", laughing when she saw Santana making fun of him because of that and him frowning at the Latina in return.
After the NYADA graduates' tossed the mortarboard in the air, just to catch it back (Rachel wanted to keep it safe and sound… of course, the thought of what a beautiful piece it would make in a future exhibition about her and her career crossed her mind), the ceremony was over and the young men and women were free to join their families and friends.
Rachel took Kurt's hand and ran to their support group, leaving it when she was close enough to jump into her dads' embrace.
"Dad! Daddy! I'm so happy to see you! I missed you so much; it seems like forever since the last time I saw you!" said without missing a beat, barely breathing while saying that, which made the two men chuckle and hold her tighter. When they broke the hug, Hiram took her head in his hands and squeezed her cheeks gently, whispering with an emotional tone "Bunny, we're so proud of you. You were absolutely stunning tonight. Barbra would be absolutely proud of you too".
Leroy hugged her a little more once his husband released his hold on her and kissed her temple, telling her "You are a star, baby girl. I'm so happy to see your dreams coming true. Your destiny is written in the starts and it has written 'Broadway' all over it", drawing a warm smile on her face. She hugged him tight and breathed his scent: it had always been the same and it made her remember of protection, happiness and morning breakfasts. She definitely loved her dads immensely.
She had barely detached herself from her dad that Finn and Santana already were on her, squeezing her in a three-way hug while congratulating with her. Other hugs were shared with her others friends until she felt a familiar set of arms slide on her collarbone and hug her gently.
"May I congratulate to you too?" Noah's deep voice whispered in her ear, making her turning, still wrapped contently in his embrace. She smiled at him and her arms went around his torso. "Only if you mean it" she teased him jokingly, making him chuckle while he stroked the back of her neck lazily. He got closer until their lips were almost touching and whispered "I'm so fucking proud of you, B. You don't even know just how much I wanted to yell to all the auditorium that my girl was the fucking shit", before pecking her lips sweetly (What? Her dads were right fucking there… he had to keep it PG).
"Oh, you're just too cute for your own sake!" Hiram gushed over them, hitting Leroy right on the chest affectionately and asking him "Don't you think they're just the cutest, Leroy? Really… Our babies are adorable in their relationships!". That made the group laugh out loud while Puck tried to hid the grunt that came out of him: this family was turning his badass self into a pink marsh-fucking-mallow, he could definitely feeling it.
The group left the auditorium after Kurt and Rachel received some well-earned praise from some producers and theatrical luminaries (even Rachel's director, Mr. Cole, and Mr. Herwig, the producer of the show, came to support her – she found the gesture really sweet and invited the two at the celebration party at her best friend's house, but they politely decline, saying that she should have fun with her loved ones and that they would see her in a couple of days).
Once at Santana and Brittany's place, the group shared a light meal together, talking, laughing and taking lots of pictures. Rachel demanded that a photo of her and Noah should be absolutely taken, since Rebecca asked for it. When she received Becca's answer to the photo she sent her, Rachel laughed out loud and Noah leaned on her shoulder so he could read what his crazy sister wrote to his girlfriend.
From: Rebecca "Rach, u'r stunning and my bro seems a penguin, bu nice couple. I just have 2 hide this picture from my ma – c u in white could give her a heart attack and she would go 2 book the temple 4 a summer wedding. Congrats B!"
Noah whined loudly and rested his head on her shoulder, making her giggle and pat his cheek fondly while cooing "Oh, come on, Noah. She said she wouldn't show the picture to your mother. We're safe". But he whined a little more "Babe, you know her. She will find it anyway and she will start to beg for grandchildren and to talk about bonbonnière and flower girls". She took his chin and raised it until she managed to kiss him lightly on the lips and said him brightly "Don't worry. I'll protect you!", which made everyone in the room laugh out loud, even Puck.
Tah-dah! What do you guys think? Please, let me know by writing a review!:D I'm really curious to know what you guys think about this chapter!
See you soon, dearies!
