It had been days since Puck had last seen Rachel and he missed her. Like hell. Like he’d never missed anything else before in his life. And he’d been fucking scared that the Leaders wouldn’t let her come to stay with him again and make him request another recruit. In a way, it was weird for him to be so attached to a girl. That had never happened to him before but honestly? He loved it. Puck just hoped that the Leaders wouldn’t destroy what he and Rachel had with their authority. Walking down to the holdings, he couldn’t help but smile a little because he’d gotten Rachel to promise to try and sing for him during the seven days that she would stay with him. He could remember the first time she’d told him that before the world as they knew it had ended that she’d wanted to be a singer on Broadway and in his eyes that only meant one thing. That she was damn good.
Nodding to the guard at the door, he waited for him to open it. Puck immediately saw Rachel and he could feel his heart constrict lightly because he could still see a couple of scrapes and bruises from when she’d fallen in a hole. Making his way over to her, he gave her the biggest grin he could muster and as soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, his face burrowed in her neck. “I missed you, baby,” he whispered, careful that no one heard what they were saying. The Leaders didn’t really need to know more than they already did.
Okay, I can try. :)
Thanks, baby. :)
Well maybe I’ve just lost my confidence…..I haven’t even hummed a tune. I don’t even know if I remember the lyrics to any song.
Then we’ll have to build it up again. Make up your own words. Please, baby.
No, they just lose the motivation but not the talent.
You want to hear me sing? I haven’t done that in a very long time - I may not have the talent anymore….
Yes.Babe, nobody loses their talent.
Like what? What do you want to do,Noah?
I don’t know. Maybe you could finally sing something for me?
I can’t wait to see you, Noah.
Me neither, baby. We can do anything you want.
Hey, babe. I’m gonna pick you up in an hour or so, okay?
Thanks for your support of Quinn and me. I appreciate it so much and I know Quinn does as well. So thanks for being our friends in this screwed up world. It looks like I’m finding my happy ending after all, and want you all to know you’ll find yours too. Any of you need anything, I’m here to lend a hand.
Also, the proud father-to-be will not be able to send out celebratory cigars when the time comes, but can offer celebratory jars of peanut butter(if Quinn doesn’t eat it all).
Exactly what Artie said— I appreciate you all, and I honestly don’t think I could handle this place without not only Artie, but all of my friends here, so thank you. I remember coming to this place scared out of my mind and no longer desiring to live. Now, despite our conditions, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Love and all of those things you think have been lost - they’re still there, you just have to find them.
And I promise to try and cut down on my peanut butter intake… I don’t want to eat the gifts for all of you!
Dude, don’t eat all the peanut butter!
Yes, we are aware. Tragic as what happened is, our goal is still for offspring. We are not denying the request but very well could. Remember that next time you wish to give us feedback.
I was just pointing out that you shouldn’t put that much pressure on us.