That's it, my friends. This is the last chapter of my first multi-chaptered fan fiction.
It was quite a journey and I really wanted to thank every single one of you who stuck with it, waiting patiently for the uploads. I know that I said it in each chapter's introduction but you really were the best part of this journey and I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I would never had the guts to write (and finish) it if it wasn't for your amazing support. So thank you for putting my story in your favourite's and alert's lists but, most of all, for reviewing it. Thank you to all those amazing souls who helped me become a better writer. (And thank you for overlooking to some cringe-worthy grammar mistakes! I apologize!)
As right now, I'm working on a one-shot and I really hope to post it by the end of the week. I'll start the sequel as soon as I can! I already have so many ideas for that! Hope you'll stick around to read it as well!
So, here we are. I leave you to the last chapter! Hope you'll like it!
The more time passed, the more excruciating Rachel's rehearsals were.
Early morning practice. Quick lunch. Afternoon rehearsal (that would turn into a late evening one almost everyday). Passing out as soon as her head hit her pillow. Repeat.
She barely talked to Noah in that period of time. She only saw him when he slept over (she really wanted to sleep in her very comfortable bed and her place was closer to the theatre than his anyway) and they really didn't talk very much since she was exhausted at the end of the day.
The last time Rachel saw her friends was at Mercedes and Artie's wedding, with the exception of Santana, who, after a couple of days of Rachel not picking up her phone calls, camped outside the theatre and forced her into a semi-decent lunch in a lovely deli, talking her ears out about how much of a crappy friend she was for letting that much time without talking to her.
And Finn? Finn was an angel to Rachel: he did all the chores, he (along with Noah) made sure that she was well fed and she had nothing to worry about, even taking care of their fathers' accommodation during their stay in the city. He even organized all the congratulation cards that all their relatives, her friends and teachers from NYADA and their former Glee Club mates were sending her so the only thing she had to do was reading them right before bed (he would even take note of what she said and would send out 'Thank you' cards to each single person who wrote her or sent her flowers).
And, after every thoughtful act from him, Rachel felt a pang of pain at the mere thought that she still didn't talk to him about the fact that she and Noah wanted to move together. So, one day, she decided that the day to talk to her brother about the moving had come.
She texted to Noah and told him her intention and that it was for the better if he stayed at his place and leave them time to speak. Puck was absolutely understanding and he immediately texted back:
From: Noah "Ok babe. Remember that I luv u and if he acts like a prick , call me. I'll kick his ass. C u 2morrow, B"
She came home from the rehearsal a little earlier than usual (the director had to attend a press conference so he called an early evening and let the cast go their own way, much to everyone's relief). Finn was watching a movie and was surprised to see his sister at home that early.
He shot her a cute goofy grin and greeted her "Hi Rachie! Already home today? I didn't prepare you dinner yet! What do you want to eat tonight? We still have some zucchini rolls that Mar sent yesterday – thank God, Puck didn't eat them all! He's like Pac-man, chewing everything that happens to be in front of him… it's not healthy, you should talk to him about that! Speaking of him, do you know why isn't he already here? Usually, he's here by now…".
Rachel put a stop at his stream of words saying "I told him not to come tonight", which made the tall man frown and reply seriously "What did the idiot do? Should I kick his ass?". The woman rolled her eyes but smiled at Finn's protectiveness towards her. He really was a fantastic brother.
She sat next to him on the couch and started "Everything's alright and he didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to talk to you about something very important. Have a sincere brother-sister conversation and talk about our feelings because I think that what I will say to you will cause some sadness and distress and probably you will have many questions after my confession. I just want to clear the air and come clean to you, because you're my brother and I love you deeply. I hope that what I will say won't change what there's between us. If that will be the case, I will be devastated". She took a deep, shaky breath and continued "But it's time to have this talk".
Finn looked at her warily and nodded slowly. "Okay… Whatever you have to say, I'm listening" he said, worry in his voice. He turned his body so that he was now facing his sister, who had a very tense smile on her face.
She was preparing herself for this conversation from the moment their plane landed at the JFK but looking at him right now, his brown eyes looking right into hers and a encouraging dimpled smile on his face, all the words seemed wrong and her mind went black. How could she break his heart like that, abandoning him? However, she really loved Noah with all of her being and she knew that she had taken the right decision by accepting his proposal.
"Finn, you do know that I love Noah very much, right?" she watched him nod in agreement (probably wondering what that had to do with him – 'Oh, poor Finn, he doesn't know yet that I'm about to break his heart' she thought) "I love him like I've never loved anyone before. None of my previous boyfriends made me feel as loved and cherished as Noah makes me feel. He's like my missing puzzle piece. I think our love is the type of love that makes people write sonnets about. It's as if every single love song was written just for the two of us and it feels so right to love him just as strongly and passionately as he loves me. I know that you will probably be disoriented after what I will say to you but, please, don't hate me because of that. I can't stand the idea of you being mad at me. I love you so much and you were my very first best friend. I just can't…".
Finn looked very confused as he said "Rach, is there a point? Because, seriously, I can't see it and you're freaking me out".
"Noah and I decided to live together on our own" she blurted out quickly.
Immediately she covered her mouth with both her hands: that was really not the way she wanted to tell Finn. It was so indelicate! (Guessed that Puck was rubbing off of her after all!).
Finn's eyes lit up and exclaimed "Really? I'm so happy for you Rachie!", launching himself at her to hug her properly while Rachel stayed still, stunned by his reaction. Where were the tears? The loathing? The pain? The pleas 'Don't leave me, Rachel!', 'I'm lost without you, Rachel'? Where the heck was the dramatic and cathartic conversation that she had imagined up until that moment?
The tall man detached himself to see the reason behind her lack of response so he asked "What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy about that?".
Rachel stated confidently "Of course I'm happy about that. You know that I really think about every aspect of every decision I make so it's clear that I'm really ecstatic about this new adventure with Noah. It's just…". She studied her brother's features a little more but found nothing but happiness for her. "Are you sure you're okay with this? Don't you feel like I'm abandoning you? Leave you on your own to deal with bills, rent and whatsoever?".
Finn slid an arm around her shoulder and dragged her next to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder as he replied "Rachie, I'm a grown up and I can deal with the costs of the house just fine. Between my savings, the money of the gigs with band and my salary, I have no problem at all. If you feel better, I could ask Sam if he wants to move in since, apparently, his roommate is going to move out pretty soon".
He poked playfully her side, making her squirm and giggle, which made him smile. The he added "I'm just happy to see you happy. And, strangely enough, I have to thank Puck for that. So don't you worry about me, Rachel. You have my blessing".
Rachel looked up at him and, sliding her arms around him, she murmured "Thank you Finnie. It really means a lot to me knowing that you're okay with that".
Comfortable silence settled among them as the siblings watched the TV absent-mindedly. That was until Finn decided to speak again, amusement in his voice "Dad and daddy will pee in their pants in happiness when you'll tell them. They already wanted to adopt him after five minutes they knew him; this will just set them in the state of mind of a future Puckleberry wedding. And think about Brittany! Oh my God, she will probably cry happy tears like the time Lord Tubbington told her the magic ingredient of Otter Pops! Not to forget Mrs Puckerman. You ready to start sending wedding invitation out? By the way, I talked to Puck and he said that his mother and sister will drive here a couple of days before the opening and are staying at his place. When I told daddy there they will be at the opening as well, he demanded to have a family dinner with the Puckermans so we can get to know each other better. Brace yourself, lil' sis", which made her growl.
But then, after a while and with a small voice, she asked him "Are you going to be there by my side?".
"Always, Rachie. I'm always going to be by your side" he stated, kissing her head and holding her a little tighter.
The day of the opening night, Puck woke up at the crack-ass of dawn and that really pissed him off at first (he took the day off and really hoped to sleep till noon!) but his stomach was turning and he definitely slept like shit.
He totally blamed the fact that he was sleeping on the couch because his ma and sister were currently occupying his bed… definitely not the fact that he couldn't sleep without his Jewish American princess cuddled next to him and the fact that was freaking the fuck out for the show opening.
Don't get him wrong: he was damn sure that his girl would bring the house down and blew everyone away but there was a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach that would not go the fuck away.
He checked his phone. 6:30 a.m.. He growled and got up from the couch and padded in the kitchen, looking out for anything to eat. He had his head in the fridge when a voice startled him, making him hit the back of his head when he jumped at the sound.
"What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?" the voice said.
Puck straightened up, massaging the back of his head and glaring at the fucktard that was his best friend. "The hell do you think I'm doing? This is my kitchen too. And keep your voice down, moron. My ma and Becca are still sleeping" Puck hissed, rolling his eyes when Sam crossed his arms and stated sadly (and in a lower tone) "No, it's not since you've told me that you're moving out".
Puck chuckled at his attitude and, as he picked the pizza leftovers to put them in the microwave, he uttered "Jeez, Evans. Turn down your jealousy a peg or two, would you? I know you have a crush on me but, seriously, Fabray might get jealous".
Sam punched his friend's arm and frowned before saying "I'm not jealous. I'm just… sad! You were my first friend in the city. You're my bro. It's gonna be weird to live here without you". Puck cocked an eyebrow at him and muttered "Fuck, Sam, seriously! Finn took it better than you did and the guy had lived with Rach his whole fucking life! Nothing's gonna change. You're still my bro, we're still in the same band and we're still going to see each other – even too much for my fucking liking since Rachel is already talking my ears off about dinners with all of you misfits at our new place. Not to forget: we haven't found a place yet so I'm going to stay here till we find it. Seriously, stop with that Eeyore's attitude or I'm going to punch the crap out of you".
Sam smiled at him in amusement but Noah immediately shot back, reading into his friend's mind "Hey, I have a little sister. I had to know who Eeyore is. I'm not like you who had the Winnie The Pooh's secret diary since you were a little girl". The mohawked man faked a little girl's voice "Dear diary. Today I hoped that Puck would give me a kiss but he didn't so I just drooled and stared at him the whole time. He's so hot!" which made the blonde man laugh out loud (he had to cover his massive mouth with his hands to muffle his laugh) and then Sam added "You're a complete asshole. And definitely not my type".
Puck laughed as well and replied "Not what you said before. But for real man, calm the fuck down. And, dude, if you even try to give Rachel a hard time about that, I will kill you. Best bud or not, I don't give a shit. I will kick your ass".
Sam watched him with amusement and tried to steal from him one slice of pizza but Puck shot him a murderous glare that made him change his mind. Instead, he picked up one apple and, after biting it once, he said "It's nice to see you go all protective on Rachel. I've seen you act like that only for Becca, your mum and your Nana… oh, and for Beth. Never for a girlfriend".
Puck chuckled and went to the living room, sitting on the couch (immediately followed by the southern man). "That's because I didn't do girlfriends before Rach. Because no one was as fucking awesome as Rach is. She's pretty perfect. Bat-shit crazy… but I really dig it. Do you know she's not talking to anyone until tonight? Like, at all! She writes what she wants to say in a fucking portable blackboard 'cause she wants to save her voice for tonight. You see what I have to go through? But shit, she's… She's great. So just be happy for me and stop busting my balls because we want to live together".
Sam sighed deeply before saying "I'm happy for you two. I really am. I know she's great. I mean, she's able to keep up with your bullshit. Just for that she deserves the title of 'saint' in my book". The blond was interrupted by the other man who glared at him and stated "We're Jewish, asshole".
The blonde scoffed but kept talking "Anyway, you two are a great couple but I'm going to miss you around the house. Our COD tournaments, our movie nights, our 'free burps' Fridays… It's like breaking up with a long-term girlfriend but still remaining friend with her. It's freaking strange!".
At that, Puck got up, grabbed his friend by the collar of his T-shirt and shove him towards his room, down the hallway, while muttering "Get the fuck out of this room and come back when you're not on your rag anymore because, seriously, it's too fucking early for me to deal with your shit and I'm not down with being called your 'long-term girlfriend'. And in the meantime, try to remember where the fuck you lost your balls 'cause, I'm sure as hell, you have a vagina down there right now", which made Sam laugh.
When the blonde was about to get in his bedroom, he turned around and stated loud enough for Puck to hear "Say what you want but I know you're going to miss me too". He closed the door to get ready to work, leaving the hazel-eyed man chuckling in the hallway.
Very quietly, he opened his bedroom's door and, trying not to wake her ma and Becca up, he grabbed his laptop and padded his way back to the living room. He turned it on and typed on the Google search bar "Real estate listings New York City".
Rachel and Noah already started a list of all the apartment that they liked so far based on the pictures they saw on the different agencies' websites, cataloguing every single apartment by position, square footage, cost, neighbourhood crime rate, proximity to their friends' houses and workplaces. (Yeah… Guess who came up with the idea of the list?)
It wasn't a very long list… Something like five apartments so far but, at least, it was a start. They decided to start calling the different agencies and check the apartments themselves after a couple of weeks from the opening so Rachel could focus just on being amazing on the show and let the hype of the first shows dim.
He told his mother his plan of living with Rachel a couple of days before, when she arrived from Massachusetts. She cried. A lot. Like, real fat tears rolling down her cheeks while she squealed and talked very fast. Something in Yiddish were threw in just for good measure… He tried to tune her out but he caught some random words like "my boy", "dress", "rabbi Cohen", "spring", "babies" and "Jewish" (that one being repeated every two words).
After ten minutes of non-stop rant, Puck just went out of his house, leaving the woman crying and freaking out on his couch as she dialled his Bubbe's phone number while Becca was cursing at him for leaving her to deal with their crazy mother.
He clicked on a picture of a pretty nice apartment in Williamsburg with a kickass view of the city. He smiled as he imagined himself and Rach living there so he grabbed his phone and typed
To: Rachel* "Found a pretty kickass apt in Williamsburg. Adding that 2 da list. Can't wait 2 live w/ u, babe. C u 2nite. Luv ya"
He put down the phone and focused back on his laptop, not expecting to hear his phone go off. Checking the caller, he frowned and, picking up the call, he whispered "The hell are you doing up, babe? And why are you calling me? Shouldn't you save that pretty voice of yours for tonight?".
"Don't make fun of me, Noah. I decided that I can still talk if I talk really quietly. And I can't sleep. I suppose the nerves are getting the best of me. But the real question is what are you doing awake? You should enjoy your day off and sleep a little bit more" Rachel's voice whispered sweetly.
Puck smiled while strolling down the web page, looking absent-mindedly at more picture and answering "The couch is fucking uncomfortable and, when I decided to go to the kitchen and eat something, Sam cried over the fact that I'm moving out so there's no way I can sleep after that. Seriously, the dude is crushing on me so hard is unbelievable. We should really tell Quinn that she's wasting her time with him".
He heard Rachel giggle from the other side of the phone. Then she quieted down a little and said "I didn't want to upset him that much. Is he angry with me?".
He sat up a little straighter and clarified "No, he's not, babe. And you should really not worry about his crazy ass. Especially not today. So stop that crazy train of thoughts right now. You should not get stress today".
He heard her giggle and say "It's endearing the way you worry about me, Noah. You really are the sweetest", which made him whine something like "Babe, why do you hate me so much? I am not sweet. I'm badass". It only served to make her coo at him even more because his voice was absolutely adorable.
Then she sighed deeply before telling him "However, I'm really nervous and, as right now, everything is making me anxious, honey. I barely slept tonight and every time I managed to fall asleep I dreamed that the audience would throw tomatoes at me. It was terrible. Only in the last hour, I checked my weight at least 5 times because I was afraid that I had gained weight in the last 48 hours and the dresses wouldn't fit anymore".
He quickly replied "Babe, you ain't gained shit. You're fit as fuck. Believe me, I'm an expert about your body. I know every single inch of it perfectly" but she just chuckled and continued "I feel like I'm losing my mind. So, since I needed something that would take my mind away from the opening and you're awake, I called you".
He said, his voice all low and sexy "Oh, I have a couple of very, very, very interesting way to blow your mind away and make you stop worrying" but he was promptly stopped by his girlfriend who giggled and stated "Stop that, Noah! You're in the living room and someone could walk in on you so we're are not engaging in phone sex right now".
He muttered something like "Party popper" but she just laughed a little more, making him smile fondly (fuck, she was freaking adorable. Like, seriously, how could she be real? He was one lucky bastard).
He was nodding goodbye to Sam who was leaving to go to work when he heard her muttered softly "I can't sleep without you here" and fuck… Her voice was so small and sad that he was this close to get the fuck out of his place to go to hers. He was about to say that to her when Rachel added "But I don't want to keep you away from your family. I know how much Sarah and Rebecca miss you and I know that, no matter how hard you try to deny it, you miss them too so I'm happy that you can spend some time with them. And Teddy is a very cute substitute".
Puck chuckled when he heard his recorded voice say "I love you, babe".
"B, you better tell me you don't prefer a fucking stuffed toy over my hot body" Noah joked, faking offense. The girl laughed and answered "Never, honey. You're still my favourite".
The couple talked a little more about the place that he found on the site and then about some other buildings, arguing about the neighbourhood they should focus on. That until he heard her yawned quietly. "Aaaaaand that's it, babe. You're going to sleep right fucking now. I'll write to Finn not to wake you up so you could sleep a little more", he stated, shushing every single attempt from her part to say that she was not tired.
Eventually, Rachel gave up and the two shared their 'I love you's. He smiled as he hung up the phone. Even if he was nervous as fuck, he couldn't wait to see his girl kick some off-Broadway ass on that stage that evening.
As predicted, Rachel blew everyone away.
All the reviews said that she was 'absolutely breathtaking' and 'perfect in her portrayal of a legendary character, showing the strength and vulnerability of Eponine in an exquisite way".
Puck couldn't be prouder of her. Seriously. His girl was born to be a freakin' huge star and he felt privileged to see her shine so bright, doing something she really loved (and he did not cry when she died. It was just the theatre was full of dust and he was allergic… Oh, shut the fuck up!).
And, after almost a month after the opening night, they finally found the perfect place. It was a two-bedroom apartment in a six-floor brownstone house in Greenwich Village and, as soon as Rachel saw it, she fell completely in love with that ("Oh my God, Noah. It's so beautiful. It looks like Holly Golightly's house!" she squealed when they stepped down the cab – and just because of that, Puck didn't want to rent it but then they went in and it turned out to be a pretty kickass place!). The rent was lower that they predicted and it was fairly close to both their workplaces so the only reasonable thing to do was sign the papers right away!
It only took a couple of weeks to make it 'homey'. Even if the place was already furnished, Rachel and Kurt decided that the living room was in need of a makeover so they decided, after the green light from the original owner, to store the old furniture of the room in a storehouse that the tenant owned just outside the city and then the wonder twins (as Santana called them) had fun going to every single flea market ever known to man, picking up the most absurd things. At some point, Noah had to put down his foot down and remind them that he was going to live there too so "no, Kurt, I don't want pink chairs nor plum curtains!". And, come on! Plum? Isn't it something you eat? Why can't the guy just say 'purple', for fuck's sake?
But when it was finally ready, damn. It was fucking beautiful (And he didn't say that only to make Rachel happy… even if seeing her beaming at him after he said that made his stomach do some flips and he couldn't help but kiss her silly).
The living room had the most comfortable couch he had ever sat on and a set of pretty classy vintage recliners and they were settled around a small coffee table, right in front of his bigass TV, which had his console games and all their DVDs and CDs all around it, neatly put in the open shelf. A 6-seater table was not very far from the sofa. In the whole room, Rachel and Kurt used 'warm' colours (which meant absolutely shit to Noah): caramel, cream (again, isn't it something that you eat?!), beige, brown and ochre.
But, of course, his favourite room was the bedroom, with a walk-in closet big enough for the both of them, what it was probably the fluffiest carpet on earth and a super comfortable, soft and bouncy bed (they already test it out several time and Puck was totally satisfied with it!). Hanging on the wall of their bedroom, Rachel hung up a bigger copy of the picture of the two of them that the photographer shot them at their friends' wedding, a house-warming gift from Mercedes and Artie.
That was his favourite thing in the room, hands down. They were just… so perfectly happy in that phone: their noses nuzzling against one another, a satisfied, serene smile gracing both their faces and they were lost in their own little bubble.
That was the expression that he wanted to see on Rachel's face everyday and he would do anything to make it happen.
Rachel was absolutely ecstatic to live with her boyfriend. She loved everything about it.
She loved their place and she really thought that they did a terrific job with it (well… actually Kurt and herself did the majority of the work, looking for the perfect items, but Noah helped them by giving his opinion and lifting all the heavy furniture, with the help of their friends).
She loved their lazy days, when they would just forget the world outside and spend their days on the couch, cuddled next to each other, watching movies or just being silly, playing like little kids.
She loved organising small gatherings with all their friends, having dinner together and spending the rest of the evening, talking and joking while drinking a glass of wine or a beer.
She loved that their place was halfway Finn (and now Sam)'s place and Santana and Brittany's so that it would be easy for her to pay visit easily and frequently, spending some quality time with the both of them.
But the thing that she loved the most was that she got to share all of it with her Noah. It wasn't perfect but she was the happiest girl on the planet. Just knowing that they have a place to call 'theirs' and that he would be there, at home, waiting for her when she was done with the show, made her heart beat a little bit faster and smile a little bit wider.
After two months of living together, on a Sunday, he decided that, that day, they were having a lazy Sunday. Well… only Puck would have it since Rachel's was out to be interviewed with some of her cast mates (Puck totally pouted when he forgot about it and looked for her tiny body next to him, founding just cold sheets) and he had no intention of leaving their fucking awesome bed… like at all!
He had a gig with the band the night before and he was beaten (and totally hangover).
The crowd was awesome and they were starting to have a pretty large group of diehard fans that were really amazing. They were so elated by the great response that they decided to celebrate by getting outright smashed. And that is the main reason why he still was in bed at midday, with a terrible headache.
He closed his eyes and focused on his breath until he felt the bed dip and Rachel's soft voice whispering "Wake up, honey. I brought you Thai. I know you love Thai when you're hangover", followed by the sensation of her lips leaving sweet, soft pecks all over his face.
He immediately circled her around the waist and dragged her down so that she fell on top of him with a loud "hmph". She wiggled and whined but Noah, still with his eyes closed, murmured "Not letting you go. Today is lazy Sunday", which made her giggle and reply "It's lazy Sunday only because you're hangover and you don't want to get up since the room will probably start spinning".
"That too. But here I have everything I need. Vitamins, Getorade, water – thanks, by the way – and you… though you're way too dressed right now" he said before trying to tug her soft sweater off but she freed herself from the embrace and stated "We are not going to have sex until you eat something. You have to put something in that empty stomach of yours", laughing when he stated confidently "I can always eat you. You know that you're my favourite berry".
She got out of the room shaking her head but still laughing while Puck frowned for not being taken seriously and covered his eyes with his forearms. Shit, he would not get drunk ever again! (Liar, Puckerman. You're a fucking liar!).
Rachel came back ten minutes later and set a plate with his favourite Thai take-out next to him, saying "We can have lunch in bed if that makes you happier", which made him shoot a huge grin at her as he grabbed the plate and then he started to eat with gusto.
He wolfed down his lunch and made obnoxious noises as he licked his fingers clean, feeling so much better already. Rachel shook her head and smiled while eating her own lunch in silence. Suddenly, he stated "You know what will make this room even more awesome? A TV" but the woman promptly replied "Absolutely no, Noah. We're not going to have a TV set in our bedroom".
He pouted as he watched her clean the angles of her mouth with a napkin and asked "And why is that?", appreciating the view of her fine ass as she moved to put the now food-free plates on the ground.
She resumed her position in their bed and started to talk "First of all, I like to think of this room as our little peaceful oasis, where we can read, relax and talk in tranquillity. If you want to watch TV, we have a very comfortable couch and a lovely living room so you can go there and watch TV all you want while I stay here reading without the non-stop idle talk of the TV. Second, it's scientifically proven that having our brains stimulated by electronic devices, such as television, right before bed, do not lead to a serene slumber and you know how important it is for me and for my vocal cords to rest properly. Third, studies report that the couples that have a TV set in their bedroom have less sex than the ones that have a TV-free bedroom".
Noah's smirk appeared immediately and said smugly "Aww… so you afraid to miss some good ol' Puckerone loving? Well, worry not crazycheeks. You will never have to worry about that" as he launched himself on Rachel, dragging her down the mattress until she was on her back, with him on top of her.
As he worked his way down her down, Rachel rolled her eyes and stated, trying to face annoyance "I can't believe that, out of everything I just said, you only heard that. You're unbelievable" but her body betrayed her as her hips rolled against his and a low moan escaped from her throat. But how could she resist at him while his hand was under her sweater and over her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers?
As he peeled off her sweater from her, he smirked against her skin and licked a hot stripe across her toned stomach. She bit her bottom lip hard, trying to suppress another loud moan, while passing her hand on the back of his head, tugging at his mohawk lightly.
"Fuck, babe. You're so hot. You really have nothing to worry about. I'm always ready for you. Fuck, I would take residence between you tights" he stated, grinding his hard member against her jeans-clad centre.
He heard her gasp in his ear and a smirk reappeared on his face: he loved her body's reaction when it came to sex with him. After almost a year of intense activity, he knew where to kiss to drive her insane, what made her moan or gasp, how to touch her to leave her breathless or squirming.
He was caressing her ribcage with feather-like touch while she was leaving open kisses on his shoulder when his phone rang.
He groaned and his head fell on her shoulder but he kept kissing her hotly on the exposed skin while she sighed deeply and squeezed his biceps, whispering "Noah… You have to pick it up. Could be important". "No" he whined "Don't want to" but Rachel pushed him away, moving until she managed to grab his phone and passing it to him. Picking up the phone without even checking who was calling, he growled "What!".
Rachel saw her boyfriend freeze instantly, his scowl changing being substitute by a stunned expression, and say "Yes. It's him. No, no, I can talk right now. Uhm… Yeah, I-I know who you are. How can I help you?" He moved from his position between her tights and sat straight on the edge of the bed.
Rachel mirrored his position, intrigued by his change of demeanour. She watched him nod and hum a couple of times and, as the call went further, she saw him relax and smile widely. He passed a hand on his face, beaming as he kept talking "Really? That's…wow. Well, thank you. Thank you so much. Yeah, yeah. We'll be there for sure. Thank you again. See ya".
As soon as he put his phone down on the bed, he turned towards Rachel and started to laugh. She looked at him, frowning a bit, and cautiously asked "Noah, who was that? Are you okay? Why are you laughing?" but she was cut short by him, who took her in his arms and got up, spinning her around the room and making her laugh as well.
"Noah, tell me!" she told him when he put her down but, instead of replying, he kissed her until they were out of air and they were forced to put an end on it. "Noah?" she uttered against his lips. She studied his features as he breathed in and out heavily.
"They want us, Rach. A real fucking record label wants us to sign a contract with them. They said that they were keeping an eye on us from awhile and, after yesterday's gig, they decided to call. We have a meeting Tuesday afternoon" he stated in disbelieve. Rachel's eyes went wide and she started to squeal in excitement, jumping again in Noah's arm.
"OhmyGod, OhmyGod, OhmyGod! I knew you would make it! This is such an amazing news, honey! I'm so proud of you!" she said, happy tears wetting her cheeks "You have to call Sam and Finn. Right. Now! They will be so excited and happy! And we have to call our families and our friends as well! This is wonderful, Noah! You are going to sign your first record deal! Look how far you've gone since we first met! Not that you weren't successful in your own way in what you did but… Wow, honey. A record deal. The whole world will fall in love with you and your music. This is perfect".
She pushed him on the bed and straddled his tight, taking his face in her hands while he chuckled still shocked. She kissed him soundly and, after sighing dreamily, she whispered against his lips "My boyfriend is going to be famous. How are you feeling, honey?".
He held her tight against him and said "I can't believe this is fucking happening. I mean, I hoped that but now… fuck.. it's true. How is it even possible?". He looked right into her big brown eyes, seeing only happiness and pride, and he had to kiss her. Had to. God, he loved her so fucking much it's insane!
They rested their foreheads against one another and Rachel said "Tonight we're going to celebrate. After my show, I'm going to buy a bottle of champagne. This is something that requires champagne!", making him nod. She caressed his cheeks and pecked his nose before stretching out her hand to grab his phone, stating "First of all, you have to call Finn and Sam, honey!".
She tried to move away from him, to leave him to his phone call but he held her even tighter and murmured "Stay with me?". She beamed at him and, after nuzzling her nose against his, told him "Okay. I'm not going anywhere".
And just as he dialled Finn's number, with Rachel on his lap humming "Sweet Caroline" against his neck, he really thought that it was true. Good times never seemed so good and he had to thank his perfect girl for that.
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