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Rachel stepped in the limo rented by Mona and Mercedes' cousins Eve and Wendy for the party dressed with a nice pair of black shorts, a nice silver top and her favourite pair of pumps. Santana looked around and whistled in appreciation, saying with a smirk "Well, well, well… This is classy, girls. Good job! So, are we ready to get this party started?" and taking out of her bag some bottles of flavoured vodka, tonic water, Jack Daniel's, gin and tequila to add to the several bottle of sparkling wine that were already in the vehicle's mini fridge.
As she passed the bottle of tequila to Mona, the Latina winked at Rachel, who shook her head: the petite girl knew that that night was not going to end well: nothing never ended up good when tequila was involved in Rachel and Santana's night. The petite woman was still trying to move on from the great fiasco of her 21st birthday: that day she swore that she would never drink tequila again in her life (yet, every time Santana was involved, they kept ending having shots).
Mona grabbed the bottles and put them in the mini fridge before picking up a bottle of wine and extending the stem glasses to the other women. As she poured the liquid in their glasses, she stated "We have to make a toast before dinner! To my little sister Mercedes, ladies… and gentleman, who decided to be chained for life to Artie. Enjoy this last night with your friends as a unmarried woman and good luck, baby sis! Cheers!" and rose her glass at the curvy woman while the girls and Kurt repeated happily "To Mercedes!", making the black woman blush and beam at them.
They had dinner in a lovely bistro in downtown San Jose with a wide wine selection which meant that, by the end of the supper, most of them were definitely tipsy, giggling and snorting at silly things. The giggling just doubled when they arrived at their next destination.
The limo parked in front of a building which had a glass shopfront and, on it, with a loopy font, there was the name of the activity. In a smaller and more regular font, the writing "Pole Dance Studio". Rachel gasped at him while Santana was dragging her inside by one arm, following the others who were carefully taking in the environment. The entrance had pink walls and, behind a black receptionist's desk, a beautiful woman was talking with Mona and checking the reservation on a white binder.
The girl smiled and directed them in the other wing of the studio where they were greeted by the sight of a counter where their driver was leaving all their alcohol to a very-well built man who just wink at them. Santana glared at Mona and asked "Why the hell Hoke Colburn right here is giving our booze to Hawaii Ken?", rolling when she noticed the proud smile on her best friend's face: all those time that the petite brunette forced the Latina to see "Driving Miss Daisy" finally paid off!
The black woman replied calmly "Don't worry, Santana. They let us drink only if we take our own alcohol" and then turned to the guy ordering "Vodka sunrise aplenty for me and the girls… and keep them coming. Thank you" while Santana butted in "Daniel's. On the rocks".
After the secretary told Brittany, Quinn and Marley (who were wearing dresses) to follow her in the changing room so they could put on some work-out shorts, Rachel tried to sneak a peak at the rehearsal room and then asked in disbelieve "Are we seriously about to doing this?". Mercedes took the drink and stated "Hell to the yeah we're doing this. You all need some lessons in sexiness from the queen right here. What better occasion?", making Rachel giggle while sipping at the drink and Santana gasp in disbelieve. "You did not say that you're sexier than me, Wheezy!" said Santana, creating a little squabble between the two while the others could only watch it amused.
When the threesome appeared with some yoga-pants under their dresses (which made laugh everybody because they were pretty hilarious to look at), they entered in the work-out room. The room were quite large: dark wooden floor, dark red walls with mirrors all around and soft light gave the room a very sexy and cosy vibe. In the centre, at least six golden poles were only waiting to be danced around and some individual lights were illuminating each pole singularly.
A very friendly girl smiled at them and introduced herself "Hello girls… and boy", winking at Kurt, "my name is Alex and I'm here to teach you some sexy lap dance routine. You're ready to have fun?". The girls all yelled and hollered in approval, some of them taking their place next to a pole while some others had to sit through the first round because there weren't enough poles for everyone.
After explaining to them the basics of pole dancing, Alex started to teach them a simple routine on the tune of "Maneater". As Rachel twirled and slid around the pole, she couldn't help the feeling of freedom that overtook her: maybe it was the sexy vibe of the location, maybe the two vodka sunrise (added to all the wine she drank before it) but she felt like she stopped caring about being proper and just being…Sexy! And apparently she was very good at pole-dancing because the teacher told her and Brittany that she had never seen beginners that good on the first try and that she could teach them some hardest position while the others kept rehearsing the basic choreography.
She was laughing with Kurt who was trying to do every single movement correctly, exaggerating each movement and sending her friend in a fit of laughter. "Diva, let me tell you something" he stated semi-seriously as he dipped while one leg and one hand of his were wrapping the pole "As soon as we come back to the city, we're going to audition for 'Rock of Ages'. There's no way in hell that they don't take us as Sherrie Christian. I mean, no one is better than us in working the pole".
He tried to twirl and slide gracefully but he just fell awkwardly on the floor, laughing at himself and crawling to where he left his drink so he could take another gulp at it. He sat down on the floor, sipping at his drink and watching as Quinn stole his pole. "Pole stealer!...Remember me to not leave you alone with Blaine!" he yelled half-heartedly but laughed right after, followed quickly by everybody else in the room.
Rachel told him excitedly "Kurt! Take a sexy picture of me!" but the effeminate man asked with a raised eyebrow "And why would I do that? You're really not my type. You don't have a pole in the right place", snorting at his own pun. God, those Vodka sunrise were strong… and he was a lightweight.
"Not for you, dumb-dumb! I want to send it to Noah" she trilled, twirling gracefully around the pole. He immediately dug into Rachel's bag and giggled happily when he finally found her phone. He was all in to make Puckerman squirm!
Rachel took the advanced position that Alex taught her before and tried to keep it until she heard the click of her phone go off. Rachel rushed next to the blue-eyed man and grabbed her phone, praising his photographic skills. She lost no time and immediately sent it to her boyfriend with a little text attached that made her giggle.
Waiting for an answer, she sat next to Kurt (since Wendy was using her pole now) and laughed with him, watching their friends having fun and singing "Sexy Back". Finally her phone buzzed and she smiled at what he wrote her.
From: Noah "Fuck, b! Hot as hell! Remember me 2 buy u a pole 4 ur bday, def nee dance around it live. Where r u?! Pls, tell me there r no fuckers around or I'll have 2 kill em all"
To: Noah "Don't worry, honey. We're in a studio and the only men around are Kurt and a bartender so there's no reason to shed any blood. The teacher says I'm very gifted… I should quit Les Mis and start working in a night club ;)"
From: Noah "Over my dead body, berry. Over my dead body"
Rachel was still smiling at her phone when Santana yelled "No phones and no men, Berry! Put it away and drag your ass here or, I swear to God, I'm going to smash it on the wall!". The petite woman shook her head but put it away nonetheless and joined her. The night was still young, after all!
The group of friends walked through the lobby, pretending to be perfectly sober and waving cutely at the concierge, but when Quinn met a sofa in her way and fell on it unceremoniously, the rest of them couldn't help but laugh out loud, catching the attention of the receptionist, who glared at them.
Kurt helped the blonde to get on her feet again and they made their way to the elevator basically swaying. Rachel and Brittany were leaned on one another, trying to appear as normal and sober as possible.
As the group entered the elevator, silence settled among them until the petite woman said "My nana had a cane and used to try to beat my zayde with it every time he had a sherry too many… It was very funny to watch her chase him in my yard at every family reunion". The group was blinking at Rachel confused and silent until Brittany told her "My grandma had a fish", making the brown-eyed woman reply "She used to beat your grandpa in the head with that too?". The blond thought about it before answering "No. He lived in the fishbowl. His name was Herbert".
Santana, leaned on the elevator door, frowned in concentration, staring at her girlfriend and her best friend, and tried to find a logical connection to what they had said but, when she found none, she said loudly "The fuck did I just hear? You two are fucking cray cray!". However, her laughter stopped when the door opened and Santana fell on her ass, screeching. The girls and Kurt started to laugh loudly, barely keeping the tear at bay. Rachel and Tina tried to help the Latina, who was basically yelling by now because her friends were a bunch of idiots for laughing at her and because the petite woman and the Asian beauty were having some problems with helping her up. In fact, a mere seconds later, the two women tried to pull their friends up but they fall on the floor too because Santana wasn't collaborating.
The laughter from the small group of friend increased and even the girls on the floor was laughing uncontrollably, with tears rolling down their cheeks. They were laughing so hard that they didn't even realize that they woke up someone.
Puck opened the door in just a pair of sweats and, as soon as he saw what the girls were doing and where his girlfriend and friends were, he leaned on the door frame with his arms crossed and chuckled uttering "I take you girls had fun tonight?". Rachel rolled on her back until she was looking at him with a huge smile on her face and extended her arms to him.
He laughed and walked towards her, glancing down with a smirk when he was next to her. She pouted when he didn't pick her up; she wiggled her fingers a little bit more… maybe he didn't understand that she wanted to be picked up from the floor?
But he shook his head and stated "I'm not picking you up just so you could fall again. I'm going to ask for a back up and than I'm going to help you out", leaping over his girlfriend and the other two girls and knocking on Mike and Tina's door (the other guys were absolutely wasted so he didn't think they could help anyway).
Rachel whined "Don't be such a bitch with your babe, Noah!" just as Mike opened the door. The Asian's eyes grew big as saucers (he had never ever heard Rachel talk with such words) while Puck cracked up. The lean mean slowly sneaked a peak at the situation and muttered "Why the heck are our girlfriends and Santana on the floor?! Oh shit…!".
Mike tried to move as fast as possible but he couldn't save Marley from her destiny. The blue-eyed girl was laughing and swaying so hard that stumbled backwards into Tina's leg and fell on her ass. "God, they're wasted" Mike whispered at his friend while the other, who calmed down a little and was walking towards the group, stated "No shit, Asian Sherlock. Now, help me out so we can go to sleep".
With some efforts, the guys managed to sent each girl and boy into their respective rooms, leaving just Tina and Rachel still on the floor, laid one next to the other while taking about the grandiosity of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream and moving their arms in the air as they talked. "Do you think we should leave them there? They seem pretty okay there, if you ask me"Noah said.
Mike chuckled at his friend's idea and nodded but the two kept walking until thy were next to their respective girlfriends. Mike crutched down and gently asked his girlfriend "T, what about going to sleep?", caressing her cheek and smiling sweetly.
Puck, on the other hand, picked Rachel bridal style; she snuggled against his hard, warm chest and nuzzled her nose against his skin, making him kiss her head affectionately. He said goodbye to his friend and walked to his room, closing the door behind them not before hearing Tina's voice saying loud and clear "I want to eat Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream off of your abs, Mikey. Where do you think we can find it right now?" and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Rachel frowned and looked around, asking "Noah, why you're carrying me around? I know how to driv… walk! Walk, not drive!". "Yeah, babe. I know. Just wanted to hold your drunk self" he chuckled as he entered the bathroom and sat her on the toilet, turning on the shower and settling it so to reach the coldest water possible.
He turned when he felt her hands basically groping his ass and cocked an eyebrow at her with a very amused smile on his face. She just beamed at him and stated "You have a really great ass, Noah. I just want to bite it half of the time. It's so round and perfect and it's really… It's just ask for your attention, you know?".
He snorted and started to undress her, saying "God, whatever the fuck you drank was fucking strong, wasn't it babe? Come on, off with the clothes so you can go under the shower" and laughing even harder when she shot him a wicked grin and tried to take off his pants too, stating "I like this game. Let's see who can get the other out of his clothes faster". He rolled his eyes amused and explained her "The shower is only for you. You're gonna hate me for this right now but tomorrow you will be grateful for it. And, if you still feel a little feisty after it, I'm game for all the filthy ideas you have in that cute head of yours".
She frowned a little and stood still while he kept taking off her clothes; from her face you could see that she was deep in concentration, trying to figure out what her boyfriend was saying in that moment. She totally got it when he basically shove her under the shower spray and she gasped in surprise as the ice-cold water hit her skin. She tried to avoid it but Noah kept her in place for a couple of minutes (the time for her to sober up a little bit) and then he turned the shower off and wrapped her in the fluffy hotel towel, rubbing her strongly.
She glared at him and screeched "What is wrong with you?! Are you out of your mind?". He pecked her wet nose and stated "You already sound more like your usual self. Now you're gonna drink a bottle of water so tomorrow you won't feel completely like an extra from 'The walking dead'", watching as her expression softened as he spoke. With a small smile, she asked dreamily "Are you taking care of me?" and leaned on her boyfriend with a huge smile when he stated "Isn't it what boyfriends do?".
They went out of the bathroom and Puck told her to put on her pyjama while he quickly grabbed one bottle of water from the refrigerator and looked in her trolley for her little case with all the medical shit (she always had it with her), looking for the vitamin can and taking a couple of pills. When he turned around, Rachel was laying on her back with her arms and legs wide open. He could see that she was totally lost in her thoughts. He chuckled at the sight and walked the short distance, sitting on the bed and poking her side with a bottle until she looked at him and he said "Drink it up and take these".
After taking the vitamin pills and drinking half bottle, she looked at him with big shiny eyes, trying to stifle a yawn, and asked all cute "Can we cuddle a bit? I really like to be held in your arms", which made him snicker and, even if he was a little disappointed that he wouldn't enjoy the wild drunk sex he expected (after the picture she send her, could you really lame the guy?!), nod at her as he laid down and welcomed her in his embrace.
She smiled and snuggled against his side, passing one hand under the elastic band of his sweats from one hip to the other slowly. "Babe, don't start shit you won't finish" he warned, making her giggle while her hand rested on his bare hip and her thumb stroked sweetly his skin.
The two stayed silent for awhile until she asked "Do you ever think about the future, Noah?". He hummed before replying "Sometimes… Why you asking?" which was met by another question "Aren't you afraid that this is too perfect to be true? I mean, you and I. Is it really that simple to be with someone? With my other relationships, I felt like I needed to be always perfect and up to their expectations but with you… For the first time, I feel like it's alright for me to be… Unflawless". He chuckled at her made-up word and squeezed her a little bit tighter in his arms, resting his lips on her head and pecking her lightly.
She sighed deeply and kept talking "I feel like it cannot be this perfect. I'm living with the fear that sooner or later this will change and we would not be together anymore. And I don't want not to be with you. I want to be with you forever; I want to have your babies. I'm thinking about it since your birthday, you know? They would be beautiful, with your hazel eyes, your nose and my hair. You would teach them how to play guitar and I would sing them to sleep. You could teach them how to play football even if I would not be very happy about it because it's a violent sport and I don't really want to see my children hurt so I would try to push them into dancing. And I don't even know why I'm telling you this because I know that this will freak you out but Santana brought tequila even if she knows that we always end up very drunk when there's tequila around and I'm a very talkative drunk but I just feel that I have to tell you this because you have to know just how much I love you. I wish we have a boy first and then a girl because I liked having Finn looking out for me, even if it didn't help much with the bullying back in high school, but, at least, he was always there to picking up the pieces and he's my best friend and I want that for our little girl. I like the name Aaron, it's Jewish, it means 'mountain of strength' and I think it has a nice ring. Aaron Puckerman. And I still don't know what name could fit perfectly for our baby girl but, then, if I choose the boy's name, it's only fair for you to choose the girl's. You would be a great father; you would love them like crazy. So, I'm like freaking out that one day you will wake up and decide that I'm just too much for you to handle and just walk away from me. I don't want you to walk away".
Puck was absolutely frozen on the spot. He really couldn't believe at what he just heard; he knew that Rachel loved him and God knew just how much he loved her back but he never imagined that she put so much thought about a future and a family with him. He actually never thought about their babies since the day of his birthday: he knew they weren't there yet but it really shocked him knowing that she thought about all that stuff and, apparently, she really thought about it an awful lot! But he couldn't help the smile that spread on his face as she told him about how she imagined their future and their family. The more she talked, the more he found himself excited about what it could be.
After a couple of minutes in complete silence, he stated "I like the name Abigail". He heard her taking a sharp sigh and continued "And it's bullshit the thing about football being a violent sport. It's gonna give him confidence and team spirit. And it's gonna give him a body threatening enough to scare the shit out of all the guys who would dare to get near our baby girl because she would be fucking beautiful; I mean, look at who her parents will be".
She giggled and nuzzled her nose against his side, pecking it. He grabbed her chin gently and directed her face, so she could see his face, before telling her "But… I think we should have this conversation when you're not drunk as skunk and we're so not ready for babies yet. Just know that… I'm not going anywhere, babe. Wild fucking horses couldn't drag me away from you so don't worry about losing me. You're the best fucking thing that ever happen to me. I'm not so stupid to let you go that easily. Okay, B?".
She straddled him and, after putting her hands on his cheeks, she kissed him deeply. Their tongues met, stroking and teasing the hell out of the other; a faint flavour of tequila in their mouth. She broke the kiss and, with heavy breath, looked right in his eyes and said "God, I love you so much, Noah", closing her eyes and sighing at the feeling of his hands sliding down her tights pressing her toned flesh, from her ass and down to the back of her knees.
Her hands slid down his face to his neck, her nails scraping lightly at it while she whispered hotly against his mouth "I love you so fucking much" and smirked when he groaned and grabbed a fistful of her dump hair, leading her lips to his so they could kiss again. Her cursing was definitely one of the hottest thing ever, according to Puck. She didn't do that often, but when she did, Puck was all over it, like a monkey on a cupcake.
She grounded her hips, moaning when she felt the contact with Puck's semi-erected member. He licked his way to her neck and started to suck it, doing it even harder when she told him in his ear (before licking the shell of it) "Did you really think that I wouldn't put it out tonight, Noah? Even after the picture I sent you? I thought about you all night, wishing you were there with me, watching me, touching me. Did you like the picture, honey?" and slid one hand under her sweats and boxers until she reached his hard shaft and started to stroke it slowly.
He growled at the sensation and murmured "Hell yeah, babe. You're so fucking hot" while, with his hands, started to take off her tank top, caressing the full length of her smooth back. When she raised her arm so he could take it off completely, one of his arms slid around her waist and managed to lay her down on her back.
"Shit, you're fucking perfect" he told her as he made his way down her torso, leaving a trail of wet open kisses in his wake and brushing her sides before taking off her shorts (smart girl wasn't wearing panties… Did he already tell that she was perfect?!). After taking off his pants and boxers, he crawled on the bed, kissing the inside of her calves and knees, setting her legs over his back. He spend an awful time kissing languidly her tights and, from his position, he could see just how much ready she was for him. Rachel's heels were pushing against his lower back, wanting to feel him on her throbbing centre as soon as possible. She really couldn't wait any longer; she felt like she could burst into flames if he didn't do something really soon.
He looked at her from his position between her tights and smirked: her chest was moving quickly, her eyes wide shut and her hands were fisting the sheets so tightly that her knuckles were completely white. She was fucking beautiful. A vision.
Her hips buckled a bit so he stabilised her and chuckled, teasing her a bit for it with an "Easy there, tiger. Impatient much, uh?", which was met by the petite woman's cries "Noah, please, I just…" but she couldn't finish talking because he took a good lick of her, making her moan loudly. He circled a couple of times the bundle of nerves with his tongue and bit it lightly, glancing at her arching her back and sliding her hand down her chest and on his mohawk so that she could keep him in place.
"Oh, God, Noah, yes" he heard her mutter almost desperate as he lap her folds quickly and his nose bumped into her clit. Her free hand went over his hand on her hip, intertwining the fingers, and whimpered desperately: she was really close to her release.
But Noah already knew that so he put his tongue into her and move it quickly until she was a total crying mess, with her back arched to an extreme angle and her hand holding his so tight that he was sure the blood in it stopped running. He lazily kept licking her until she was down from her high before sliding up her body, wrapping his arms around her and taking her with him as he sat down.
Her breath was still heavy but she welcomed his mouth on her, kissing him and tasting herself in him as her arms went around him; strong the necessity of feeling his body against her. His arms were around her as well, holding her just as tight, as he slid her down his member and he murmured against her collarbone "I love you so much, babe. So fucking much".
He groaned at the sensation of being inside her and looked at her, mouth slightly open and her eyes still closed. He caressed her cheek and told her "B, look at me. Rach…", going with her movements when her deep brown eyes met his hazel ones. A smirk appeared on his face as she groaned in pleasure but tried to keep her eyes on him, their sweaty foreheads in touch.
Hot breaths mixed, nails scratching and their moaning in the air; it only took a slight change of position for him to hit the right spot, sending her in another mind-blowing orgasm, with him following right after. He let himself fall behind until his back hit the soft mattress, still with her in his arms.
When she recovered a bit, she pecked his lips sweetly and, caressing his neck, asked with a small voice "You're not going anywhere?", looking at his face until they eyes met. His hand slid slowly up and down her back as he assured her "I'm not going anywhere", kissing her slowly and languidly.
When they broke the kiss, she yawned against his shoulder, making him snicker and say "B, you're tired and drunk. Sleep it off" but she shook her head and told him "I'm not drunk anymore. Must have been the mind-blowing orgasm you just gave me by fucking me", which made him laugh dryly before kissing her hungrily.
But hen, he stated "Just you talking about "fucking" instead of making love and some shit like that means that you're still drunk as fuck. So sleep, Rach" and held her tighter when she rested her head on his chest and her hand on his abs, murmuring a sweet "Okay. Sleep tight, honey. I love you".
The last thing he remembered is kissing her head and saying "Love you too, crazyface. Love you too" before falling into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, Rachel woke up with a terrific headache and an awfully dry mouth.
But it was none of that that woke her up: she felt like something tickling her left nipple that interrupted her sleep. She moved, trying to make it stop and so did it… for a couple of seconds. Then it just kept going. So, the only thing left to do was open her eyes, see what it was and make it stop before going back to sleep. Now… that sounded pretty easy, didn't it? Well, it was most definitely not.
She tried to open one eye but her eyelids were very heavy and, even when she managed to open one eye just a tiny bit, the bright light from the balcony door blinded her. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, trying to ease the discomfort.
The tickling at her nipple stopped but she felt the bed dip under some sort of weight and a scent that was completely Noah filled her nostrils. "'Morning, babe. Come one, finish your bottle and take some more vitamins. Then, I'm taking you to breakfast. You have to fill your stomach with some good ol' greasy food" his voice said as she felt some pills being put in one hand and something cylindrical in the other. "Leave me here to die" she rasped as he took again his place on her side, chuckling and whispering "God, you're such a drama queen".
As she took the first sips at the bottle, the tickling at the nipple started anew and, this time, she was able to see Noah's finger playing with her areola as he watched absent-mindedly his own movement. It wasn't even anything sexual; it was just like he was bored out of his mind and the only thing he had found to entertain himself with was her nipple.
"What are you doing with my nipple?" she said with a crocked voice, a small smirk on her face as she kept sipping at her bottle of water. He smiled as he told her "This is my nipple so I can do whatever I want with it". She laughed but it echoed furiously in her head, making her groan lowly. She glared at him "Don't make me laugh, Noah. I don't think I can handle it properly. Now, what is with this nonsense?", making him chuckle and say "You're mine. So all this…", waving his hand all over her body while she was trying not to smile, "is mine and I can play with this nipple as long as I want. You just have to go with the flow".
She shook her head lightly and assed a hand on his mohawk since he was now resting his head on her other boob. "That was one of the most misogynistic thing I have ever heard. A woman's body is just hers, not of her boyfriend" she stated weakly and heard him hummed in response while saying "Well, my awesome body is yours too so it's only fair…". She smiled but shook her head, scraping his scalp with her nails.
Rachel was really close to fall asleep again, lulled by his (now) delicate brushes and his hot breath on her skin, when he decided to speak "Do you remember anything that you told me last night?", glancing up at her only to see her frowning.
"Did I ridiculed myself last night, Noah?" she asked him, a hint of panic in her voice, but he simply reply "When you'll remember, I think we're gonna talk about that more seriously", moving his fingers from her side-boob to her stomach.
That simple gesture immediately made her remember how she told him about their future with their children in detail and she couldn't help but cover her face with her hands: how embarrassing! There was a reason if she always swore off tequila: it made her do stupid things like that! What was he thinking of her now? God, she didn't want to pass for the crazy girl who wanted to force his boyfriend to settle down and have children… She knew that Noah hated that kind of girls! And even if she really hoped that the two of them would create their own family one day, she should definitely not talk about it that early in their relationship!
She was blushing furiously as she muttered "Oh my God. I'm so sorry, Noah. I know that you're thinking I'm crazy but I swear that.." but than something popped up in her head. A name, more precisely.
"Abigail?".
Her voice was even but her heart was pounding against her ribcage. He moved himself so they were looking into each other's eyes, sharing a pillow, and then he started "Yes. I think you're bat-shit crazy. But, believe me, that has nothing to do with your future plan for us. I'm not going to lie and say that I thought about kids 'cause I didn't, except for that on time at Brighton beach with the guys, and we're so not ready to have them yet. But… I fucking want that. I want that with you too. So, when the time is right, we will be the most kickass parents ever!".
A little tear fell from her eyes and, if se wasn't smiling so brightly, he would definitely be worried. But he smiled back at her, brushed the tear off with his thumb and pecked the tip of her nose, whispering "It would be great if they would have your nose. You know I love it".
"You, Noah Puckerman are such an amazing man" Rachel chocked, getting a little bit emotional but was promptly interrupted by her boyfriend, who got up and, after pecking her forehead, stated "Yeah. You're pretty lucky, I know. Now get dressed. We're going to eat our weight in food so the remains of the hungover will go away. And remember me to make you drink tequila more often. Next time you'll dance around a pole I want to be the only spectator and the pole have to be…". He didn't manage to finish that sentence because his girlfriend threw a pillow right in his face.
However, she could help but laugh at him, grimacing at the rumbling that that caused in her head, but then she got up nonetheless and got ready (very slowly and with some difficulties).
(When they came back from their breakfast and stroll around the city, Puck gave to a very confused and still hungover Tina a pint of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream and, when she asked the reason beyond it, he tried to stifle a laugh and simply said "Why don't you ask Chang?". As he walked away, he laughed out loud when he heard Mike's laughter in background)
That's it for chapter 23! What did you guys think about it? Let me know by writing a review! It will make me really, really happy!:)
Up next: Artcedes' Wedding!
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