If anyone's confused, I just combined the former chapter 2 with chapter 1. If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask, I'll try my best to answer them~~

It's been awhile since she's seen any of them. She hadn't found the courage to face Finn nor the energy to face Santana's i-told-you-so's.

Noah.

She had ignored the constant urge to contact Noah and pretended if she didn't think about it, it wasn't happening.

There was only so long she could hide.

As luck with have it, all three of them were in the lift, staring back at her.

The itch to run was so tempting but instead she smiled at all three and stepped inside.

The tension was so thick, she could have cut it with her knife.

Santana, the first one to recover, nudges her. She nods. They were going to talk whether Rachel wanted it or not.

She chances a glance at Finn in the mirror, he keeps his eyes focused on his phone. She's surprisingly doesn't really care. She likes to think that she's spent all her tears for him already.

She feels more than sees Noah's probing stare. She meets his gaze in the mirror of the elevator doors. They stay that way until the doors open. It's only then, she realizes Noah was the only thing that kept her sane during the entire elevator ride.

Before the doors could fully open, she's quickly yanked away.

He sets her down in his chair before he locks the door behind him.

"Did you tell him?"

She looks around his room, it wasn't the first time she sat in his office, in his chair. She's tempted to spin the chair so the back would hide her completely from his view.

Maybe it was the look in her eye or the fact that he could read her like an open book, he quickly braces both hands against the armrests, trapping her there.

"Did you?"

There was no escaping it. "I did."

"I'm guessing he said no?"

She laughs, "What did you think?" She tries to laugh it off, but he knows her like she knows Finn.

"He doesn't deserve you."

"I know." But it still hurts, that remains unspoken but understood.

Before she can let the tears out, he's already pushing her out of the office. He throws a 'We're going out' at his secretary before snagging her purse and shutting the door behind him.

It's only when they reach his car before she speaks. "Where are we going?"

He grins boyishly at her, "The auditorium." He knows it's her favorite.

"You can drive, since you're taking me to the bookstore." she offers with a grin.

"I never knew m'lady was so generous." He shoots right back at her.

"I always was." She flicks her hair jokingly and slips into the car.

She doesn't know how it happens but they end up going out, just the two of them, every Wednesday. Sometimes they went to his house, sometimes they went to movies, and sometimes they went to the auditorium just to sit and chat. It didn't really matter where they went, it always lasted until near midnight when they unwillingly trudged home.

She sets time away for him, even when Santana asks her out, she just shrugs it away and says she's busy.

Soon, everyone around them knows better than to make plans with them on Wednesday.

"No," she shrieks and shakes her head vehemently, "I'm not watching that."

"You said you'd watch a movie with me!"

"I said I'd watch a movie, but not this one!" she collapses into his couch, "You know I hate horror movies."

"You pinky promised!" He pouts childishly. "I watched Tangled with you, you can at least watch Insidious with me." he latches onto her arm and swings it from side to side, "Let me regain my manliness."

"But…"

"Please?" He doesn't stop with the arm swinging and stares up at her, his eyes wide and innocent.

She knows she's fighting a battle she can't win. "Fine."

It's not long before her hand is in his, her grip tightening as each minute ticked by.

Noah turns to Rachel and sees her other hand covers her eyes. He gives up on watching the movie and watches her instead, her reactions and little squeals she let out. She was too cute for her own good.

Rachel begins to burrow herself into Noah. She never said she was a brave woman.

It's only when she's practically on his lap before he comments on it. "Scared?"

She hears the humor in his voice and wants to head butt him. She settles on poking him in the ribs after he finally bursts out laughing just as she cowers as another particular scary scene comes on.

"You're evil," she emphasizes it with a jab into the chest, "The devil's spawn."

"I know." Even in the dark, Rachel could tell he was grinning at her, unrepentant. "You could have said no."

"How could I?" Her hands absently began to trace shapes across his chest, "I pinky promised."

"Do you want to stop?" She hears his voice laced with slight worry.

She shakes her head but says it aloud as well in case he doesn't see it, "No, it's okay."

He's glad she doesn't want to stop the movie, he likes the way she seems to fit so well in his arms. He likes how she clung to him when she tried to hide her face in his shoulder.

For now, he didn't have to worry about Rachel's feelings for Finn or the looks Santana gave him when she saw him ogling Rachel, they could just stay like this.