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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍.

[KELLI BERGLUND, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] who’s that? oh it’s [NOAH PUCKERMAN]. i hear they’re [NINETEEN] and are known as [THE MIRRORBALL] around [NEW YORK]. they’re also a [FRESHMAN] at [COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY], have a voice like [ALICE KRISTENSEN] and are part of [BIOMEDICAL ENGINEERING SOCIETY & INTERFAITH COLLECTIVE]. they’re known to be [PRACTICAL & HONEST] and [STUBBORN & JEALOUS]. some people say they remind them of [CHUGGING COFFEE TO STAY UP PAST MIDNIGHT, COZY WINTER NIGHTS, & THE SCENT OF HAIR DYE ALWAYS LINGERING]. only one way to find out!

possible triggers: mentions of death and sex work

#crhq:intro #intro.

𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘.

Spending time in New York City with Zoe had been a great buffer for Rocky as he descended back into the United States. It was a nice pre-game to the wedding, a way to ease back into his old life without getting overwhelmed by seeing everyone all at once. His first day home wasn’t too bad. He spent it catching up with the Remington men and mentally preparing for the festivities ahead. Friday night came quickly and as expected, Rocky was bombarded by family members and close friends about his gap year. It was kind of annoying, but not too terrible. He’d been stuck with his step-grandma for way too long when finally, respite came in the form of Noah Puckerman. “Hey,” Rocky said with as much as excitement as one could expect from him. Pulling Noah in for a half-hug, he gave her shoulder a squeeze before turning away from his Karen of a grandma and focusing on her. “New York was chill. And we did go to that bagel place,” he shrugged, clearing his throat as he inched away from his grandma and whatever captive audience she’d started complaining to in his absence. “Sucked that we didn’t get to hang, but I’ll be around now so I’ll come visit and shit,” Rocky stated with a sigh. When Noah started firing away questions about his travels and his disappearance, he chuckled halfheartedly. “To be honest? Ohio kind of…fucking sucks,” he admitted flatly, “Brazil is sick. Chile too.” At the mention of his girlfriend, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I wish, but no…we weren’t able to swing it. Hopefully you guys meet her soon though.” Rocky took a hefty sip of his drink after that and made a mental note to call Julianna when she was awake on the other side of the world. “How about you though, ivy League? How the fuck is Columbia?” Rocky asked, happy to turn the attention to her.

💊

Noah may have been too quick in all of her questions, but she was curious! Rocky had gone completely AWOL and while she had gotten small tidbits on info from Brock, she wanted to get it all from the source himself especially since backpacking across South America wasn’t what Noah ever expected Rocky to do post-graduation. “Wasn’t it amazing?” Noah asked with glee. It was one of her favorite hot spots although she was sure one day the gluten would come back to bite her in the ass. “Agreed,” while Noah enjoyed coming home to visit her mom and old friends, there was nothing pulling her back to Ohio other than that. Even though she hadn’t gone around the world in 80 days, living in New York was enough to confirm that Ohio was not peak living and it baffled her that her parents had decided to start a family there. Living in Los Angeles or New Haven would have been so much cooler. “I hope so too, but she’s nice, right? I won’t have to kick her ass or anything?” She asked, knowing fully well that she wasn’t capable of kicking anyone’s ass. “Columbia’s alright,” Noah did enjoy her college, but it was hard realizing that she wasn’t the smartest in the room anymore and on some days, that was totally fine because she knew there were far more intelligent people, but when she had excelled at McKinley she had definitely grown quite the ego when it came to academics. “Ruby and I study a lot and that’s basically the best part of it all, but it’s exactly how you’d expect it.”

#rocky.#interactions.#family is family.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄.

despite trying to get the tracy laurence train running for the past couple of years, only a handful of people actually called him that. one being kaden fabray forever and always, the owners of the venues he managed to book gigs at, and another being noah puckerman. turning around, following the distant sound of the voice, trace eyed the blonde over the brim of his cup. he took a sip and let his hand fall back to his side. he dropped his hand and indulged in a side hug for a moment before pulling her into a full embrace.

grin wide, he pulled away, one hand still on her shoulder, “me? no, i’m definitely not cool enough to directly have been invited.” trace explained, playfully grimacing. holding up one finger, he continued, “however, i did hear about it, and got in touch with two of the most well connected gays in the city.” a beat. “link and candy.” he explained, now removing his hand from her shoulder, “wanna go smoke? do you do that? who am i kidding of course you do. there’s no way you’d be getting through an ivy if you didn’t.” trace chuckled, gesturing for her to follow him outside. settled outside of the thumping of the rave and against the cold of the night, he lit up a joint for them to share and casually inquired, “how’s school?”

💊

There was a long list of people that Noah never really expected to consider friends. She had her small group of buddies; Sterling, Sammy, Ivy (at least until junior year), and that was how she liked it, but when she got to New York she realized how cool other people from her school were. Although there was no chance she would say Trace was the epitome of cool, but he was a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy chemistry majors she had to deal with. “I should have known,” Noah chuckled, her nose scrunching in response, but her ears perked up at the mention of Candy’s name. “Is Candy like actually in New York? Because I kinda thought that wasn’t fully true,” if anyone had a bit of intel on the Candy situation, she knew Trace would probably know. At Trace’s question, Noah gave a definite nod. “I don’t do it super often,” she admitted. Anyone who was in the science field knew that drug screenings were always happening so it wasn’t often that Noah got to indulge herself, but it wasn’t like she had anything coming up that would require that. Once outside, Noah let herself rest against the brick, watching as Trace lit up the joint. “School’s... school. Exams are in a couple of weeks so it’ll be nice to have a break and I’m out a roommate which is kind of annoying but,” she clicked her tongue, “can’t stay mad at Angel.” With the joint making its round to her, she inhaled, and passed it back to Trace. “How’s that fancy schmancy school you go to? Honestly, I don’t know how you do it. I don’t think I could go to school with anyone from high school.”

#trace.#interactions.#what a coincidence.

𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍.

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austin was already on his way to the fridge and cracking open a cold one for noah. “don’t snitch.” he warned, setting the drink on the table for her, then grabbing his own. sipping on it, his brows first furrowed, then he laughed, “clothes? from winnie? who the fuck are you?” he asked. “i didn’t know you were all girly and shit now.” austin prodded, genuinely curious where this change of character had come from. pulling a chair out from the table with his foot, austin slid into it. he thought if he stood on his feet for another moment, he might literally collapse. “of course i’m coming to the wedding, i wouldn’t miss it for the world.” austin assured. “plus i see your mom all the fucking time. i’m here when the three of you are off…doing whatever the fuck.” he gestured vaguely. “and not to be that guy, but what middle aged woman doesn’t love a baby as cute as mine?”

💊

Noah tilted her head in agreement and sat down at the table, grabbing the beer almost immediately and taking a sip. Every time she hung out with someone from high school’s past, she constantly felt like she had some weird spurt of deja vu because everything was so routine. How’s school? How’s work? It was all the same. “I am not girly,” Noah sputtered. It had been true that since graduation she had taken to dressing up more and was curling her hair more, but that was just New York in Noah’s opinion. Looking good was just a given. “But jeans just don’t cut it at clubs,” she said. “You know, if you ever get a break from all of this,” she motioned around them, taking another sip. “You should come up to New York. Winnie, too,” those were words she never expected to come out of her mouth, but if the two seemed to be sticking it out together, Noah assumed that Winnie would have to pop up at more things. “Of course, I always forget you’re like always here,” it wasn’t a jab, but knowing that Austin was a permanent face in Lima always shocked her. Maybe it was because she knew he should have been in Columbus or in one of those Northern towns where he could play hockey all year round. “She is a cute baby,” she agreed. Noah had seen photos of Cara and she was definitely the product of Winnie and Austin when it came to looks. “It’s so weird to think you’re a literal parent. Like, how do you do that? I can barely hold a baby, let alone care for one.”

#austin.#interactions.#come on in.

𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘.

WHO : @crhqstarters & Ziggy Gilbert. WHERE : Callbacks, over the bar. WHEN : Tuesday, 21/04. Near closing.

Tuesdays were not the strong suit of Callbacks as a venue. It was, like most bars, the kind of place that lived at the weekend and clawed its way through the rest of the week. Similarly, Ziggy was clawing his way through the last hour-and-change of his shift. It was the slowest part of an already slow night; the customers were few and far between, and performers even less so. The few that did take to the stage were... trying. He was nowhere near the calibre of a professional himself, but he knew a thing or two about music. He liked to think he had a right to critique them in his head, at the very least.

With a wince, he endured the current singer's loud, blaring, mic-clipping belt. He needed something more distracting than wiping down glasses. Flopping the rag over his shoulder Ziggy strode across the bar, stopping just short of one of his few remaining patrons. "Can I get you another one of those?" he asked, with a silent plea of please say yes. "Or maybe something different? Like a cocktail that means I have to use the blender?"

💊

Noah thrived at a place like Callbacks. Drinks, karaoke? The bitch could live there if it were a possibility. She had stayed away from the singing for tonight and that seemed to be the best choice since most of the patrons didn’t seem to be the most gifted. Noah would have probably just sounded about the same since she hadn’t sang in years. Not for real, at least. Instead, she allowed herself to sip on various drinks throughout the night and cheer on the subpar singers that dared to grace the stage. As time seemed to go on, she was pushing being one of those people that stayed during closing. Damn, she really should have been studying, but that didn’t seem to be a realistic choice at this point.

Not clocking Ziggy coming up to her, she turned her head in shock. “Oh, you were talking to me? Nice to see you over here,” glancing down at her measly jack and coke, she pondered if she needed another drink. The answer was always yes. “Just make me whatever, I’ll trust your vision, one hundred percent,” she stated, patting her hands on the bar, “and... how much do I have to tip to make you bust out some karaoke? Because I think that’d be hella fun.”

#ziggy.#interactions.

𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍.

COME ON IN

WHO @puckermanoah and austin nelson. WHEN thursday, 4/22. WHERE winnie and austin’s apartment.

working was kinda fucking hard. in high school, austin thought playing three sports was strenuous, but as it turned out, working at the gas station, local motel, and taking some courses online was worse. today when he got back from his shift, winnie was out at the park with cara doing one of those mommy groups she would come home and complain about the other woman in. fine by him, though. he didn’t mind laying on the couch with a beer and unwinding for a while till they got home. then a knock. “who is it?” he called with a groan, rising from the couch as he near stomped to the door. throwing it open, he found noah, and his attitude instantly changed. “hey! i didn’t know you were back in town already, come in, come in.” he urged, moving out of the way so she could make her entrance, “what the fuck brings you over here? can i get you anything? a beer? dinner?”

💊

As soon as Noah landed in Lima, she had to make her very first pit stop. Winnie and Austin’s apartment. Turns out one of Noah’s favorite hobbies was stalking her former classmates like hell, especially Winnie’s, because it seemed like the girl was constantly sizing down her closet and Noah was one to load up on every pink mini skirt she saw. It wasn’t her style, but it was always something nice to hold onto for shows. With Austin opening the door, Noah would admit she was happy it was him and not Winnie. “Got in last night,” she said, walking into the apartment. She quickly clocked that Austin looked exhausted, assuming he had a long day at work or caring for a toddler. Both seemed exhausting. “I have to pick up some clothes, actually, but a beer sounds nice,” the blonde stated, “You are coming to the wedding, right? Better yet, the rehearsal dinner? Zoe would probably die if you weren’t there.”

#austin.#interactions.#come on in.

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @rockyremington

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, April 23rd. Dinner time.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Quinn & Brock’s Rehearsal Dinner.

Some things were always certain to Noah when it came to family. She was always certain that her parents loved each other, they never needed anyone but each other, but things didn’t always stay that way. It was a tough conclusion to come to, especially with her mother’s sudden engagement to her principal, but the last two years of engagement had actually been nice. Noah didn’t ever expect to get along with Brock Remington and she never expected to have or want a brother, but it certainly came in the strange form of Rocky and she weirdly... missed him while he was away. She knew he was with Zoe, but Noah still unfortunately had a habit of sticking her nose in the books and if she didn’t catch up on schoolwork before the wedding, then she’d never get it done. Spotting Rocky just a few centimeters away, she excused herself from her grandma, who she had spent most of the time mingling with, to walk over to Rocky. “Hey you,” she said with a smile, nudging his shoulder. “Nice seeing your face here,” she teased, “did you enjoy New York? Did Zo take you to that cool bagel place?” She asked quickly. “Oh! Also, tell me about all the crazy shit you’ve been up to, Invisible Man. Like, is your totally hot Spanish girlfriend here?”

#rocky.#interactions.#family is family.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @tracehummelanderson

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, April 16th. Nighttime.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Brooklyn Warehouse Rave

As if her best habits were inherited by her namesake, Noah never shied away from a party, let alone a New York party. It had taken a while to get used to, but once Noah conditioned herself to get all of her work done before the weekend, she knew she could always manage at least one fun night out on the town and given the bummer that would be going to Lima the next week, she needed to get out. Of course once news got around about some mysterious rave in Brooklyn, she decided she had to figure out the address which ended up being a bit easier than she had initially thought. With the address saved in her phone, come Friday night, Noah Puckerman was ready to blackout and have her head in a toilet on Saturday morning.

Getting to the location, she went into the warehouse which was already full of people, music blaring, and drinks strewn around everywhere. Just how she liked it. Once she got her own drink, she began maneuvering around the place, either looking for someone she knew or someone she could just strike up a conversation with for the night. Noah had gotten slightly better at doing that since moving to New York. Before she would just hug a wall or keep to just following Zoe or Sterling around a house party, but now, walking up to strangers was a piece of cake. After a few drinks and a few conversations, some with classmates of hers, some with random people who’s names she didn’t even know, her eyes began scanning for someone new and her peepers settled on a familiar face. “As I live and breathe, is that Tracy Laurence?” she called out, approaching him. Trace and Noah were never best friends and their interactions were always limited in high school due to the similar circle they ran in, but since living in New York the pair had become slightly closer. Noah was sure Trace would always be an annoyance for as long as he lived, but now there was a bit of fondness for him that wasn’t there in high school. “How the fuck did you end up here?” She asked, bringing him in for a side hug. “I didn’t think you were cool enough to get into this place,” Noah said in a teasing manner.

#what a coincidence.#interactions.#trace.

𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @dumbofassjoey

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Monday, April 12th. Evening.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Spotlight Diner.

There was no doubt that Joey Hummel-Anderson and Noah Puckerman always had an odd relationship. At one point, they were friends. With a Cheerios uniform clung to her body, it was never shocking to see Noah interacting with Ivy and Joey, planning what songs they were going to sing the next week in glee club. But then, they were borderline enemies after Noah’s own tumultuous falling out with Ivy. Then, as if it were clockwork, Angel had brought Joey to dinner and introduced him as his boyfriend. That’s when things started to get better. For a while, it was easy for Noah to ignore their relationship, acting as if it would eventually because.... well, most high school relationships did, but when it became far more evident that Joey would be sticking around, Noah waved her white flag and considering Joey’s friendly exterior, they were able to put the past, and more importantly, high school behind them.

That’s why it was days like these when Noah would pop into the Spotlight Diner, order some food, enjoy the atmosphere, and wait for either Angel or Joey to go on break so she could catch up a little bit. “Hey, Jojo!” She called out, waving him over. “This food sucks,” she stated plainly before letting out a laugh. “Kidding. When are you going on break? I look like a total loser sitting here along and that weird dude in that booth,” she pointed over to a table, “keeps staring at me and I’m not ready to get charged for murder quite yet.”

#live and forget.#interactions.#joey.

𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @zoepuckerman

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Tuesday, April 13th. Midday.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Fun little NYC coffeeshop

There were many things Noah had become grateful for since moving to New York. She felt revitalized. Living in a small town had never bothered her, or so she thought, never one to believe that a big city could make her happier and considering her own family-oriented nature being close to her family and living in a small town seemed to make sense, but then she got to New York and it was amazing. Her sister and cousins were here so she had family, she was at the school of her dreams, and now she finally felt like she was fully coming into her skin. Perhaps it was because she was baring a little less skin online and that had given her an ounce more of confidence, but in a weird turn of events, she felt like New York was where she belonged.

School was always rough on Noah to no surprise. She always had exams or homework or some meeting to attend and when she wasn’t doing that she was either preoccupying herself at a party or she was “at work” and that meant she more often than not abandoned Zoe at certain points. It wasn’t like her sister wasn’t aware considering they led similar lives, although Noah was sure she could argue hers was more stressful, but for the last couple of weeks her avoidance had been purely out of selfish motives. Noah was aware that her sister more than likely needed a shoulder to cry on, but Noah wasn’t particularly the person to get boy help from and she didn’t want to overdo it with Zoe. They had worked well for the last couple of years living separately from each other, only hanging out when they truly wanted to, that the last thing Noah wanted to do was poke and prod at her but with their mother’s impending wedding, Noah decided to reach out and get coffee.

Once the pair ordered their drinks, Noah slide in a booth next to where the windows were located. “How are you?” She asked, her eyes shifting back and forth from Zoe and the barista who was slaving away on their drinks. “By the way, you have to come with me to Austin and Winnie’s apartment next week. Winnie was selling a bunch of her shit and I’m not going the Lima Heights alone and I’m especially not handling those two by myself.”

#i'm not gonna coddle you.#interactions.#zoe.

amazingyoungwomen

#visage.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄.

“If workin’ my ass off all week means getting into cray shit,” Frankie began before she was taking a sip from her cup. “Then I was so ridiculously crazy.” New York City had been nothing but kind to Frankie, and she would even go as far to say it had been kind to the entire Puckerman clan. With all of the younger generation of the family being in the big city, Frankie was starting to feel more at home every single day that passed. Especially with Noah. Sure, the two had always been a certain shade of close to one another, but with the move up North? The shade was absolutely darker and more prominent. Zoe was always her go to, but Noah was starting to climb the ranks. She would always be up for their coffee dates, even if the coffee tasted like shit most of the time. “Is Auntie Q freaking out?” She asked before she was squinting her eyes slightly with a laugh. “Sorry, clarification - is she freaking out more about the wedding or T and Z’s big break up?” Frankie was a fucking fool for gossip - especially of the family variety.

After a couple moments and a lot of anxious sips taken from her cup, Frankie cleared her throat before she was locking eyes with Noah across the table. “Can I speak freely for a sec? No judgements.” With Zoe being gone, Frankie was severely missing her sounding board. Things had been… boring in Frankie’s world, until yesterday. “Candy is back in town. Like, moving here.” It was no surprise in the Puckerman family that Candy Motta had all but ripped Frankie’s heart out of her chest right before she left for college. Frankie hadn’t been an obvious wreck, but to the people who knew her best, it was obvious that the excessive partying wasn’t just simply something Frankie was doing for fun. “She came by the Hard Rock yesterday. Looking for Tracy, of course but,” Frankie spoke, allowing her words to fall off as she shrugged her shoulders. This shit sucked.

💊

New York was a city Noah had never expected herself to enjoy, especially considering her entire family had also moved up north for college but it was fine. It seemed like it was what all the Puckerman kids needed to be their truest and most authentic selves. “Hey, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Hard Rock got up to some crazy shit,” she commented. If there was something Noah always looked forward to, it was her and Frankie’s random little coffee dates. That was the fun about New York. She could go days or even weeks without seeing her family and it somehow made their connection even more meaningful even if she did share an apartment with Angel or was only a mere 15 or so minutes away from Frankie and Zoe. “Yes and both,” Noah answered with a roll of her eyes. “I think she was fully convinced Theo would propose this year,” another eye roll. “And if it wasn’t that it was her freaking out about the wedding colors or the seating chart just,” Noah let out an exasperated sigh from the reminiscing on the weekend she had. She had a great time but there was no doubt that Quinn Fabray-Puckerman-soon-to-be-Remington could tend to be too much.

At the tonal shift from Frankie, Noah raised her eyebrows and nodded slowly. “No judgements, go,” she said, bringing both of her hands up as if they were a white flag. As soon as Candy’s name dropped from Frankie’s mouth, Noah’s eyes widened and this time she took a sip from her coffee, waving Frankie to go on about Candy. “Wait, hold up, back up,” she tilted her head. “What do you mean she’s moving here? Didn’t she like dip to Los Angeles or something? Like, why is she here?” Noah was unsure if Frankie even knew the answer to that question, but she was certainly curious. “How do you feel? I mean, like are you two back on? Are we pissed at her?”

#frankie.#interactions.

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀.

Oh my god, did they just order the two of them….long island iced tea’s? That was not the kind of sweet drink she had growing up in Georgia. Those were the real deal and if she even drank one of those, she would be on her ass wasted. Oh the curses of being such a light weight. Turning around to face Noah, she chuckled. “Oh yes, I’ve been meaning to make my way over there but I was well…busy,” she spoke, referring to the stupid boy. Ugh.

“Well, I was trying to look for some of my co-workers. They totally ran off somewhere else, probably doing some drunk karaoke or something. Thanks for saving me there, I owe you one.”

💊

Aurora was always sweet and while New York hadn’t been exactly the best place for her and Noah’s friendship to thrive. Big city, different schools, the such, it was nice to bump into her albeit the reason why. It was reminiscent of her own failing friendship with Sterling. Maybe she just wasn’t meant for long lasting friendships. “Right,” a nod. “Well, your super cool and super sexy fairy godmother is here to save the day,” the blonde laughed, grabbing their drinks and holding out the drink to her.

“Oh wait, shit,” a chuckle. “Are you like still not super into drinking or are we past that point?” Noah asked, waving the drinks back and forth in her hands as she eyed the other with a tilted smile. “Because I totally don’t mind taking both and getting myself shitfaced.”

#aurora.#interactions.

𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @frankiepucker

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sunday, March 21st. Afternoonish

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Generic coffeeshop idk

The last week had been an interesting one to say the least. Perhaps not much was happening to Noah directly, but with spring break coming to an end so did other things. Such as her sister’s relationship with her longtime beau. Two years ago, Noah would have said a bleak I told you so, citing that Theo had never stayed around for long in her book, but with the way they managed the handle long distance and a long term relationship, Noah had finally come around to the idea that sure, Theo Beiste would stick around. Until he didn’t. It came as a shocking blow, but the person that mattered wasn’t Noah, it was Zoe. Unfortunately, Zoe had already jumped on a plane down to Florida. There were texts and there were calls, but Noah knew that her older sister just needed time and alcohol. It mended all trauma in the youngest Puckerman’s life.

Now that Spring Break was coming to a close, she made a mental note to visit Zoe and check in on her, but for now, she’d leave things be. If Zoe wanted her little sister, she’d say something. Right now was the time for the Eli’s and Frankie’s of Zoe’s world to be with her. Instead of coddling her older sister, Noah found herself at a coffee shop, sipping on cups of joe with Frankie. “How was spring break? You get up to any cray shit?” The blonde inquired, wrapping her lips around the straw of her cold brew, taking a slow sip. “My mom just talked to me about wedding shit all weekend and,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m excited but damn. It was all wedding this, Theo and Zoe that, the whole nine yards.”

#frankie.#interactions.#p is for pucking up.

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀.

location: Ace of Spades

open starter!

Somehow, by the grit of her teeth, one of Aurora’s co-workers had convinced the young girl to go out for some drinks after their shifts. She was still trying to work on being a more social drinker, so she said yes. After her first year in college, she had managed to find someone to make her a legitimate looking fake ID. It wasn’t going to be a huge night out, only just one or two drinks….tops. It was pretty packed at Ace of Spades and somehow, she had lost her friend in the crowd. While trying to find them, a stranger had came up to her to spark up a conversation. Naturally being too nice of a person, she talked to them. A few minutes went by, and the man had different motivates.

Trying to be flirty and sneak his hand around her waist, she shakes her head. “Uh, oh, I’m not interested,” she speaks nervously to the stranger. God, he just smelt like booze. So gross. Turning to the next person she could find, she smiles. “Oh my gosh, there you are. I totally lost you there for a second, what drink were you thinking of having?”

Aurora hoped that the other person could see what she was trying to do because she needed this dude away from her.

💊

Noah was never a stranger to hanging out around bars and using her fake ID. Hell, it was essentially practice common in New York. If none of her 21+ friends were able to attend to any alcohol related gathering, she could count on Daisy Ripley, a 22 year old Arizonian, to get her through the night and if she could get really lucky? No one would card her at all. Tonight was one of those nights and already a few drinks in, Noah was starting to feel that giddy affect alcohol had on her. Her cheeks were reddening and if she used the same brain she did to get into Columbia, she’d cut herself off, but that was never an option in Noah’s book.

Hearing the person next to her grab for her attention, the blonde pivoted her head to look at the culprit to come face to face with Aurora. “Holy shitballs, Batman!” She exclaimed with a laugh. “Was not expecting to see you here,” that much seemed fairly obvious since to Noah, drinking was never Rora’s thing and as her gaze shifted from Rora to the guy who was trying to make a pass on her, she rolled her eyes. Guys sucked. That much was obvious, but guys that tried to pick up girls at bars when they clearly weren’t interesting? Fucking ick.

At Aurora’s question, Noah just smiled at her and turned to the bartender making his rounds. “Two long island iced teas. And throw a few extra lemons in,” she spoke before turning to the guy who was still hovering like a freak. “Look, I’m totally into your vibes, but I think they should be on the other side of the bar. How are we supposed to gal chat if you’re around. So sorry,” and with that, the guy seemed decently annoyed by the girl who wasn’t giving in and her tipsy friend. “Men,” she chuckled, grabbing the drink the bartender had set next to her. Swirling her straw around, she took a sip. “What’s up with you, babes?”

#aurora.#interactions.

SMS / 𝐧𝐨𝐚𝐡 & 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲 !

NOAH: babycakes!

NOAH: so sorry i didn't visit while i was in lima, i didn't even get to see sterling :/

NOAH: how's sweet osu?

#sammy.#texts.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐲𝐜 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @angel-alexanderr

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sunday, March 21st.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Noah and Xan’s Angel’s apartment.

Noah was never one for school breaks, surprisingly even in college, with the added promise of the beach and booze. To her, it was just a reason to become unfocused so while everyone was off visiting home, lounging in Florida, or even visiting New York, Noah spent her week cooped up in her apartment catching up on work (when she wasn’t even behind) and studying. However, about half a week into this endeavor with Angel in Mexico and Zoe mending her heart in Florida with Eli, she was starting to get a mad case of cabin fever and she wasn’t about to reach out to any of Zoe’s New York contacts for a fun night, so she booked a plane ride to Lima and made a four day weekend out of seeing her mom and Brock. They were surprised, but they were never going to deny seeing Noah with Zoe presumably off enjoying her spring break and Rocky off with his Spanish girlfriend in whatever European town they were in that week.

After getting off her flight Sunday morning she went directly to her apartment in need of a fresh shower and some food. Once both were acquired, she abandoned the idea of unpacking and instead went into Angel’s room. Plopping down on his bed, holding onto the towel on her head so it wouldn’t fall off her, she let out a sigh. “God, is New York water better than Lima? Or do we just have better water pressure here than at my house?” She rhetorically asked. If anything, New York water was probably shittier. “So,” she drawled out with a bourgeoning smile, “how was méxico?” The blonde questioned. She didn’t get to go to some fun new town or country so she was ready to hear everyone’s crazy stories. “Did that sound legit? I’m scared Rocky’s gonna bring his girlfriend home,” if he came home at all, “for the wedding and I want to be prepared to talk to her and not look like some dummy who only knows English.”

#back to nyc.#angel.

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