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That Dweam Wifin a Dweam ☁ Ramri

Involved: Omri Puckerman & Rachel Berry

Location: Omri's dorm room → Rachel's dorm room

Time Frame: This Wednesday, mid-afternoon

Description: Omri meets up with Rachel at her dorm room for a "not-date" and the two watch The Princess Bride together.

Notes: a Chatzy para~

Omri

To say that Omri wasn’t nervous would probably be the biggest understatement of the year. But he had good reason to be nervous. His “not-date” with Rachel was this afternoon. Sure, he and Rachel agreed that it was just a friendly get-together and not at all anything related to a date. But how else could he excuse his sweaty palms and his now-stubby, bitten fingernails? Omri sighed. He wanted to make a good impression on Rachel, but his nerves were getting the best of him. He needed to calm down. Letting out a long breath, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror one more time. He had just gone down to the barber and gotten his head shaved so his hair was extra stubbly. His clothes smelt clean and weren’t that wrinkled, and most importantly – free of food stains. He looked decent. Perfect for a not-date… Right? Omri scoffed lightly. This was dumb. He needed to stop thinking like that. He was just going to Rachel’s to hang out and watch a movie. That’s it. Why did he have to make things so technical?

Snatching his keys and wallet from his dresser, he made his way out of his dorm, and when he was almost to the exit door, he paused. There had been this phantom feeling nagging at him ever since he had locked his dorm door. But what was it? What had he forgotten? … Omri’s heart dropped. He forgot the popcorn! Scratching at his forehead, his thoughts scrambled around as he tried to think of something to do about the lack of movie snack food. The boy glanced down at his watch. Yeah, he still had time. But just barely. He’d have to haul it if he didn’t want to arrive late. Even though he was sure that Rachel wouldn’t care if he arrived after the time they agreed to meet at, he knew that she was still really critical about promptness. Bounding up the stairs as quick as he could, he dashed into his room, grabbed the shopping bag of vegan-friendly, lightly salted microwave popcorn and dashed back. Five minutes later, he was breathing a little heavily as he came to a stop outside of the room he remembered Rachel living in. Wiping the thin layer of sweat that had developed on his forehead, he patted his chest and took in a deep breath. This was it. Quirking up a smile, he raised a closed fist to the wood door and knocked a few times. Satisfied that he’d knocked enough times, he took a step back away from the door and leaned against the opposite wall to wait.

Rachel

Rachel had spent the better part of a half hour pacing around her room mumbling inaudible statements and picking at the hemline of her dress. Omri was going to be here soon, in 5 minutes to be exact, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready. Was she overdressed? Under dressed? The girl couldn’t even muster words up to explain how lost she was; and she had to blame the way that Omri made her feel. She needed this purely platonic (of course) get together to run smoothly, if not perfectly. At least, at that point, Rachel had most things ready. She had prepared some snacks, her famous sugar baked cookies, and had the disc already inserted in the player and her bed was fluffed with cushions and pillows of all shapes, colours and sizes – but wait, were they going to be sitting on the bed? Another bundle of questions raced through her mind, and it was enough to occupy her for the minute leading up to the sound of Omri knocking on her door. “Forget that,” Rachel whispered as she opened the bedroom door that lead to the slight ‘living room area’ that her roommate instructed that she would be dominating for the better part of the day, and headed towards the door. “Hi” she smiled when it was opened, revealing a very attractive male on the other side. “Come on in, I have everything ready for today” said Rachel, opening the door wider so that the boy could walk inside and she could lead him to the bedroom.

Omri

Omri’s eyes brightened when he saw the girl on the other side of the door, and his smile grew a little bigger. “Hey,” he said with a small laugh. Rachel looked pretty. Omri hadn’t seen that dress she was wearing before. Or at least he didn’t think he did. (He wasn’t gay or anything. But he did at least try to pay attention to what Rachel wore.) Would it be too much if he told her that she looked pretty? ’Probably…’ Shaking his head, he accepted Rachel’s invitation to come inside. He glanced around the room at the bright, Rachel-esque decor. “It looks different – being in here during the daytime, I mean,” Omri said, referring to the time he brought Rachel home late that night after that catastrophe of a party. “But it looks, uh nice…” His words trailed off and Omri scolded himself. ‘Way to sound like a friggin derpy idiot.’ Wanting to change the topic, Omri held out the bag with the popcorn in it. “I brought the popcorn, just like I promised! It’s vegan… or at least vegan-friendly, I think.” He spotted some treats that Rachel must have prepared and he licked his lips. This movie thing was going to be fun. Omri just knew it.

Rachel

Stopping herself from waving, Rachel closed the door once Omri had entered and stood against it for a second as she took the moment in. She still couldn’t believe that he was actually in her room, and Rachel didn’t think she’d ever have boys in her room (excluding the time Omri brought her here before.) “Oh yes, I have made a few changes here and there since your last visit--” she began; only she stopped when she heard the end of his sentence. “Oh right. Well yes, things definitely aren’t as bright when it’s light outside; the sun tends to reflect off of the shiny surfaces. At least, that’s what my roommate complains about” she said with a slight roll of her eyes, though her features changed when she heard Omri’s response. She blushed, glancing at her surroundings as if saying ‘this?’ before she replied, “Thank you.. And thank you for that.” Taking the popcorn from his hands, Rachel nodded at his words and began the journey to her room, stopping when she was a few centimetres away. “Do you mind making yourself comfortable for a second? I’m going to put these down in my room but I have to get something from the fridge, which as you can see is over there.”

Omri

Omri patted at the sides of his thighs and nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He watched Rachel, his eyes lingering on her butt for the last few moments before she disappeared into another room. Omri shut his eyes tight and shook his head. He needed to stop doing that. He may be a Puckerman, but he could control himself. He actually prided himself on the better control he had over his body compared to the control Puck had. Glancing around the room, he looked at the bed and all the pillows that were thrown and arranged there. Him plus Rachel, sitting on a bed? Not the smartest thing for him to do right now. He knew that nothing would really happen. But he didn’t want to get into a situation that could make Rachel feel uncomfortable. This wasn’t a date. They were friends. But what if he moved to hold her hand, or she buried her face into his sleeve during the scary parts? (The movie had the word Princessin it and he doubted that there’d be any scary parts… but you never know.) What was he supposed to do? Wrap his arm around her shoulders? Omri didn’t know, so he decided to just avoid that situation altogether. By sitting on the floor. With a huff, he flopped down to the floor, his back against the side of Rachel’s bed and his legs stretched out leisurely on the floor. He reached up and grabbed one of the pillows and arranged it behind his back. He was comfortable. He could totally do this. “Hey Rach,” he said when Rachel came back from whatever she was doing. “You ready to watch that movie now?”

Rachel

Rachel quickly placed the popcorn down on her bed before she left the room, oblivious to whatever Omri decided to do since her departure. When in the other room, Rachel picked up the plate she had placed her baked goods on, poured out two glasses of water (was that even Omri’s preferred choice of drink?) and rejoined the boy in her bedroom. “Sorry about that” she excused herself, placing the glasses down on her desk table quietly. Frowning slightly when she noticed where he was sitting, Rachel held the plate near Omri’s face and smiled, “Of course, I have it all set up.” With that said and done, the brunette took a firm hold of the television remote and pressed the on button, a bright light illuminating the teenagers’ faces when the main menu appeared. “This is one of my favourite movies. I really, really hope you enjoy it. It may not be anything special but I’m sure you’ll see the magic of it soon” she started, smiling dreamingly as she pressed play, the screen changing again. “Oh, wait” she pressed pause, “Are you comfortable there? Do you need pillows or perhaps something else?” she questioned, pulling herself up onto the bed so she was within reaching distance of the pillows that sat against the headboard.

Omri

Omri reached up and slyly stole one of the cookies that Rachel had put on the desk by his head. Biting into the frosted sugar cookie, he smiled to himself. That shit was good. Almost as good as his Gran’am’s Hanukah sugar cookies. He took another bite and glanced over at the television screen as the movie started. He wasn’t really sure what Princess Bride was about... but he was pretty sure that it was going to be one of those chick flicks. But if it was one of Rachel’s favorite movies, then he was going to sit down and watch it – even if his eyes bled and burned from the romantic cheesiness. Stuffing the rest of the cookie in his mouth, he glanced up at Rachel and shook his head. “Nopfh, Imf fine. Fank you!” he said over a mouthful of half-chewed sugar cookie. Laughing, he quickly chewed and swallowed what he had in his mouth before trying to talk again. “I’m okay, Rach. This pillow’s okay,” he said with a smile, crossing his legs at the ankles and moving his body around to show her that he was comfortable… even though he really wasn’t. Even though he had only been sitting on the floor for a few minutes, his butt was already starting to ache. But whatever. He was fine. Being comfortable didn’t matter to him.

As the movie went on, the pain in Omri but intensified. But Omri didn’t say anything. He just kept rearranging himself on the carpeted floor every couple minutes and doing his best to pay attention to the movie. He glanced back at Rachel once, and looked down at all the cushions that were arranged all around her, and thought how easy it would be to just ask her to toss one of them to him so he could sit on it, but stopped. Omri was sure that Rachel wouldn’t want her pillows smelling like ass or something.

Rachel

Now comfortable in her seat on the bed, Rachel resumed the movie and watched in awe as the action began. Whatever it was about The Princess Bride that captivated her from the very beginning, drew her eyes to the screen and successfully distracted her from the fact that Omri was sitting just a few feet away. She could hear movement from his place on the floor but her concentration was elsewhere, focused on the budding romance between Westley and Buttercup. What she wouldn’t give for a romance like that... The movie continued to interest Rachel, her eyes wide open with enjoyment as she watched scene and scene play out, each more exciting than the last. It wasn’t until Omri started fidgeting again that she noticed something was wrong; and so she asked “Is everything alright?” from her spot on the bed. At that point, she was half lying on the bed and gazing up at the screen but when she directed her attention to Omri, she was titled towards the floor. “If you’re uncomfortable, you know there’s plenty of space up here. And if you are worried about crumbs, pelase don’t be. I clean very often, I’m sure you can tell” she laughed, gesturing to her surroundings and momentarily forgetting about the fact she hadn’t pressed pause.

Omri

Omri glanced back at Rachel, surprised that she had caught onto his body’s actions. “Yeah, no,” he assured her with a small wave of his hand. “I’m fine. Promise” He turned his head and gave her a smile, hoping that it was enough to evade from her caring attention. He fidgeted on the floor for a few more minutes, and furrowed his eyebrows. Maybe going up on Rachel’s bed wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. His butt would be pain-free, that’s for sure. But it would be sort of hard to avoid getting close and snuggly with Rachel on her twin-sized bed. “Alright…” he muttered after a few moments. “Screw this.” He pushed himself up off the floor, grabbing the plate of half-eaten cookies he had cavaliered for himself and circled around to where Rachel was lounging on her bed. “Scootch over,” he said in a playful tone, urging Rachel to make some space on the bed for him. He wasn’t exactly sure how they were both going to fit, and he was sure that it was going to be tight. Hopefully it wouldn’t turn into something awkward.

Rachel

“Are you sure?” she questioned him for the last time, shrugging when he refused to join her on the bed. Rachel sent a smile back, even though she could tell that he was lying, and hoped he’d cave soon enough and join her – not only for her own, selfish reasons but for his comfort too. Hearing him say something, the girl looked away from the screen once more and noticed him moving, towards her with a plate of almost finished cookies. She laughed, did as he asked and made space for him, knowing that it was a tight squeeze as her bed wasn’t the biggest. “I know this isn’t exactly ideal but we’ll make this work” she said and then she moved, hoping that he’d be more comfortable in this new position. With that, she turned back to the television and continued watching, acting as if nothing had happened.

Omri

It was a tight fit, but Omri was somehow able to manage squeeze himself onto Rachel’s twin-sized bed. There was a fairly moderate-sized gap in between their bodies – Omri didn’t want to get too close to the girl and make her feel uncomfortable or something. With his butt practically hanging off the edge of the mattress, he tried to scoot closer just a little bit, so he wouldn’t fall over if he fell asleep and lost his balance. Feeling more comfortable than he was on the floor, Omri settled back and leaned against the bed’s headboard and went back to watching the movie. He could see Rachel actively paying attention to the movie out of the corner of his eye. She really must like this movie because her attention hasn’t really faltered away from the television screen very much. Omri thought the movie was decent; it was definitely still something that he’d consider a chick’s movie… but it had action and it was funny, so he enjoyed it. As the minutes ticked by, Omri found it harder and harder to be able to concentrate on the movie; it was almost as if Rachel’s breathing pattern had been amplified by 26 or something and Omri sometimes just zoned out of the movie and just listened to Rachel’s breathing. And every now and then, Rachel’s sleeve would brush against the bare skin of Omri’s arm. It was really weird. He figured this is what Spider-man felt like with his super-human senses… Was Omri like Spider-man? Did he get bit somewhere by a scientifically-mutated spider? Omri scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t feel a bump there or anything. And he doesn’t really ever remember getting bit by anything in the last few days – minus that mosquito bite he has on his leg. (And he’s for sure knows that he’s not going to mutate into the next ‘skeeter boy.) 

Omri tried not to let his shoulders drop when he realized that maybe he really didn’t have super-human senses -- which was a big bummer. What’d he do to have super-human senses… Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to concentrate on what was going on in the movie. Wesley’s body had just been numbed by that weird torture device or whatever and Fezznik and Inigo Montoya got him and were carrying him around. Every few minutes, he’d glance over and look at the reaction of Rachel’s face. Yeah, maybe it was creepy that he was doing that. But Rachel was so engrossed in the movie that she probably didn’t even notice. And even if she caught him, he was sure that he could come up with stellar non-creepy reason for staring at her.

Rachel

She was comfortable where she was sat. She could still feel Omri’s presence beside her, but they weren’t exactly squished together or sat uncomfortably which was odd considering how small Rachel’s bed looked. Though, they were both comfortable – she could tell in the way that Omri had stopped fidgeting and the way she was still engrossed in the action playing out in front of her, she smiled at the thought. After a few minutes, Rachel had almost forgotten where she was. In her mind, she was standing beside Wesley (or at least, her version of him who appeared to be strikingly similar to Omri) and they were pursuing their own fairy-tale love story. It was more of a daydream – she was dressed in a long flowing gown and the Puckerman doppelganger was suited all in black, similar to the movie costume. Unconsciously, Rachel moved in her seat and felt her arm brush against Omri’s, causing her to jump out of her daydream and notice the fact that the movie was playing further ahead that she had realized and that Omri appeared to be in a little trance himself. She had only noticed that she was half-watching him, half-watching the movie when her eyes caught his, and her cheeks instantly blossomed into a slight pinkish colour, her embarrassment as apparent as the sun in the sky. “...Are you enjoying the movie?” she finally asked, her voice quieter than she had intended it to be. Thankfully, it wasn’t a noticeable change of neither pitch nor volume so Rachel assumed she was okay for the meantime. What had bought her to ask that question though, she didn’t know.

Omri

He was half-paying attention to the movie, wondering where all the cookies he was munching on went. Did he really eat them all? Omri let out a little huff and was about to reach over for the popcorn when he heard Rachel ask him something. Leaning back against the headboard, he glanced over at Rachel. His eyes searched her face for a few quick moments as a Cheshire Cat-worthy grin grew on his face. Maybe his smile was a little bit too much… but he wanted her to know that he really did like spending time with her. Even if he had to watch a movie to do it. “Yeah…” he muttered, matching Rachel’s tone. He had no idea why she was talking so softly. It wasn’t like they would disturb anyone else’s movie-watching experience if they talked loudly. But he kept Rachel’s tone just in case there was a reason. “Wesley is pretty badass,” he added with a small laugh.

Rachel 

Rachel really couldn't help but smile at Omri as she watched him. As weird and as odd as she felt for staring, she couldn't bring herself to stop -- he had a fascinating way of doing things, she thought. Though, she wasn't sure what set his actions apart from anyone else's. "I wouldn't go as far as saying that," Rachel laughed, shaking her head at his descriptions, "but Wesley is definitely a strong male. I don't think I'll ever be able to explain how much I adore him because of everything he does for Buttercup. I want that love some day" she continued, pausing abruptly due to her last sentence. ...Oh god. Omri definitely didn't need to hear that -- had she just made the afternoon awkward? She remained silent, eyes glued back onto the television screen as she secretly hoped Omri said nothing and that she hadn't ruined their day together like she thought she had.

Omri

Omri chuckled for a few moments, humoring Rachel and her comment about Wesley being a "strong male". Sure, saying that Wesley was a strong male made him sound like the character was part of a ballet production or something, which really wouldn't amuse him very much. And Omri half-expected Rachel to continue on about Wesley's fighting style being masculine or something... But the boy almost did a double-take. Did Rachel really say that? Omri watched Rachel turn away from him, as if she was ashamed, and the boy suddenly felt something grasp at his gut. He studied the side of her head, and pondered on what she had said. Rachel seemed so sure on what she wanted in life. Love being one of them... The thought of being in love sort of scared Omri. It wasn't the commitment that made him afraid. It was the whole feeling of love. Being in love. What if Omri never found it? What if he thought it was one thing, but it really wasn't? The whole mystery of love -- of what it was, what if felt like -- was unsettling.

Not wanting Rachel to feel uncomfortable or ashamed at what she had undoubtedly subconsciously confessed, he inched closer to her and debated on whether he should wrap his arm around her. But after a few moments, he decided not to. If he did that, he'd probably make Rachel feel even more uncomfortable... All the boy was trying to do was to assure her that what she had confessed was okay and that things didn't need to be awkward between them.

Rachel

Embarrassed by her own statement, Rachel let her cheeks turn red as she averted her attention to anywhere that wasn’t the boy who sat beside her. Why she had announced what she did, she didn’t know. She thought that she shouldn’t be ashamed with what she said, it was the truth after all, but she couldn’t help but notice the awkward mood that had settled over the two and she was definitely to blame for it. Perhaps if she learnt how to keep her opinions to herself Rachel wouldn’t have created this mess – but after 18 years of trying to do so, she knew that goal was impossible to achieve. A momentary lapse in thought allowed Rachel to notice that Omri had somehow gotten closer. She shifted herself and closed the gap, cheeks still red as her head ducked down so he couldn’t see, though there was only so much the movement could hide. Besides, it was fairly obvious that she was embarrassed so Rachel even questioned her own actions – though, she definitely didn’t want Omri to see her like that. “I---” Rachel started to talk but stopped herself due to her confusion when it came to what to say. Instead, she let her head fall on Omri’s shoulder, her skin tingling from the contact, and let out a deep sigh. She was content with him, she finally realized. Enough that she allowed herself to get over the awkward times to make way for the better ones; to make memories with him that she would be sure not to forget. Closing her eyes, Rachel drew in a breath, her nose inhaling the scent that was Omri Puckerman, and smiled. The silence was bliss; Rachel felt as if she was in paradise. Which opposed greatly to what she felt only a few minutes ago.

Omri

Omri kept a watch on Rachel out of the corner of his eye, just to see if she wasn’t beating herself up the confession she let slip out. He wasn’t much of a romantic, but he was awed by the fact that Rachel believed in something like that so strongly for herself. When he heard Rachel start to speak, he held his breath, waiting to listen to what the girl wanted to share with him. And was slightly disappointed when she didn’t say anything further. But when he felt Rachel lean her shoulder, he almost laughed to himself. Rachel Berry – the girl that he’s had growing feelings for – is actually leaning her head on his shoulder. Was this real life? The whole situation was sort of unbelievable to comprehend to begin with. It was unreal. Just a few months ago, Rachel Berry hated him for the way he stood her up. Then… he wasn’t even sure how they got to where they were now – lounging in Rachel’s room, watching this dopey, almost corny chick-flick. But he knew that he didn’t want to go back to the way things were. He liked the present, and really to continue on from there. Things could only get better, right? Letting out a content sigh, Omri leaned back further to the wall and slowly brought his arm around Rachel to drape it over her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Hopefully Omri wasn’t crossing any lines. He wasn’t sure how Rachel felt about the limit to what friends could do. But all he hoped was that Rachel didn’t read more into this. He wasn’t trying to cop a feel or get her to have sex with him. It was just a friendly reassurance that he was there for her. Totally friendly and not sexual at all.

Rachel

Now comfortable in her new position, Rachel concentrated on the television screen once more, watching her favourite movie with wide eyes; watching as if she had never seen the film before when it all actuality, she watched it more than she watched Funny Girl (and that was a lot.) A happy, comforting silence settled in the room, the sound of the actors’ voice echoing as Rachel watched in amusement – she could only hope Omri was enjoying this just as much as she was. It was then that her mind travelled back to all things Omri Puckerman and thus reminded her just how lucky she was to have him here. If she had suggested this before, she doubted she would be able to get him to even agree to coming to her room, much less to watch a film that she knew most boys wouldn’t enjoy. Or, with the way that Omri tended to act, should she call him a man? It was hard to differentiate between the two – that and the word gentleman – and Omri had characteristics that made him a bit of everything. He made her smile and his jokes and pranks weren’t always mature; but he was kind, brave when he needed to be and somehow, she was clueless when it came to this, he made her feel better about herself. She supposed it was unintentional, but it tremendously meant something to the girl. She was shaken back to reality by the soft arm that wrapped itself around her and Rachel inhaled softly, letting her eyes fall close for a second to savour and relish in the way her arms and body tingled with delight. If it were possible, Rachel shuffled herself a little bit closer to his body and leant herself against him, taking in the warmth that was radiating off of him. Mumbling something, Rachel opened her eyes wide and snuck a glance at Omri – a smile spreading its way across her features before she ducked her head down and returned her gaze back to the movie, noticing that it was nearing its end.

Omri

Omri was really starting to get into the movie now. The dude that was wanting marry Princess Buttercup – Prince whatever-his-name-was -- was standing before a priest dude, along with the Princess, and the way the priest talked, really made Omri chuckle. “Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...” the priest said in his goofy as fuck accent. Omri glanced down at Rachel and wondered if she was finding the scene as funny as he did. But pretty much froze when Rachel moved closer to him. She was right there. Leaning against him. Using his body as support. Her head was on his shoulder and her hair was right there. And it – Omri moved his head over as inconspicuously as he could, and inhaled. Yup. Her shampoo smelt like apples. Omri smiled to himself, proud of that little bit of information that he just confirmed about Rachel. Settling back into the bed even more, he squeezed Rachel lightly – a silent code word for “I really like that I’m spending time with you watching this movie and thanks for inviting me.” Hopefully Rachel would understand what he meant. And if she didn’t, he’d have to make sure to tell her that after the movie ended.

Rachel

The sound of Omri’s laughter caused a bright grin to work its way onto Rachel’s face as she snuggled against him; chuckling alongside him even if she wasn’t finding the scene all too funny. Sure, it was amusing but scenes tend to lose the effects of their jokes after the billionth time of watching them. She tried hard to sit still in her new position so that she wouldn’t be grinding herself right against Omri’s side; it was wise to assume that it would only cause a distraction so Rachel tried as hard as she could to remain still. It was impossible, almost. She had been concentrating so hard on her seating arrangement for a minute or so that when she felt Omri squeeze her – Rachel almost jumped out of her skin in shock, and then almost fainted with surprise and half-joy. She didn’t know what a squeeze translated to in body language terms. There were thousands of interpretations Rachel could make. Was it a friendly ‘you’re a good friend’ kind of gesture? Or was it romantic? Or… accidental? Gosh, all this thinking was giving her a headache. ‘Shut up mind,’ Rachel said to herself as she closed her eyes – hiding her face slightly so that she could figure it out in peace. Her eyes remained closed for a few minutes; she had successfully settled her racing thoughts. However, what she didn't expect was to feel an unsettling wave of tiredness wash over her, and no matter how hard Rachel tried to open her eyes and look back at the screen, they shut themselves in response to the flickering TV light. It wasn't long before Rachel was asleep, her breaths even as she nestled herself against Omri contently.

Omri

A stupid goofy smile started to grow on Omri’s face as the final few minutes of the movie went by and it started to come to a close. He was glad he came. As the credits started to roll, he yawned and stretched a little, cognizant of the weight of Rachel’s body at his side. “It was a good movie, Rach. Thanks for—“ His words died in his throat as he glanced down and realized that the girl cuddled up next to him was asleep. He stayed looking at her for a few moments, studying the smooth plane of her nose, cheeks and the way the corners of her mouth were sort of curved up into a smile, even though she was totally asleep. Unless she was faking it. But he really didn’t want to do anything to disturb her just in case she really was sleeping. So instead, he carefully reached over Rachel for the remote control, turned the DVD player off and mindlessly channel surfed until he came to a stop at a documentary about space on the Discovery Channel. He had no idea if Rachel was a light sleeper or not, but kept the volume on low so he wouldn’t disturb Rachel just in case she did get startled by loud noises. Leaning forward a little, he pushed another pillow behind him to support his back a little bit before he leaned back against the wall, making sure that Rachel was still propped against him.

Resting his cheek against her soft, brown hair he tried to immerse himself into the computer-generated graphic world of the space documentary… but soon enough, his eyes started to droop and he was instead being hurdled out into space like one of the comets from the documentary. It felt relaxing, and he soon lost himself in his star-filled dreams.

Rachel

Rolling over, Rachel felt her nose rub against something soft and smiled as a reflex. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she realized where she was... In Omri's arms, no less. How did this happen? Despite her confusion, Rachel wasn't unhappy with her current situation, no. If anything, even if she had only been asleep what -- less than an hour? -- she felt like she had experienced one of the most blissful naps she had ever had in her life. Sitting upright, Rachel stretched her arms out wide as her mouth did the same, and she quickly glanced at the sleeping form next to her as a little noise escaped her lips. Phew. He was still sleeping. She silently rose from her seat on the bed and quickly glanced around the room -- where was that remote? Hm. Though she only looked around for a second, Rachel gave up and longed to be back in her spot on the bed, so she ran over to the television, switched it off by pressing the big, black button, and slowly approached Omri's sleeping form. She couldn't help but smile at him, the way he was positioned on her tiny bed... The way his eyes were shut tight; Rachel wondered if he was dreaming or not. Without knowing what she was doing, the girl leant a knee on the mattress and hovered over Omri for a second, letting her lips slowly press against his warm cheek as her eyes closed for a second. She took the moment in; blushing almost as she positioned herself beside him. She wriggled towards him, getting as close as she could without being on him, and shut her eyes again. They should really sleep like this more often.

---- END OF PARA ----

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I'm Not Calling You A Liar ✶ Omri & Rachel

Involved: Omri Puckerman and Rachel Berry Location: Blackwell House’s dorm party! (We started working on this before we found out that it was going to take place on the roof... so, yeah.) Time Frame: Saturday, April 14th Notes: ~ from Chatzy

Omri Puckerman

Omri sighed as he neared the lawn of the address where the house party was supposed to be at. He was pretty sure that he was at the right address because some shitty pop song was being blasted through the speakers set up inside the house. He stuffed his hands into his pockets before hopping up the steps and peering through the open front door. The party sure was ... hopping. Half-drunk teenagers with red Solo cups clasped in their hands were dancing all around the house. There were a few jocks attempting to do a keg stand further in the hallway, right by the kitchen. Sighing, he pushed his way into the house and kitchen, looking around for a clean, empty Solo cup so he could pour himself a drink. Omri poured a good amount of vodka before filling the rest of the cup to the brim with Mountain Dew. He took a small sip and smiled. It tasted perfect. With curious eyes, the youngest Puckerman walked around, searching through the rooms for someone that he could talk to... and stopped when he spotted a familiar head of long brown hair. With a small smile on his face, he took a small sip of his drink-- for courage-- and strode up to the girl. "Hey Rachel," he said with a smile.

Rachel Berry 

Rachel had arrived at the party almost thirty minutes ago, and she was already bored. The music was absolutely abysmal and their was a strong smell of both sweat and alcohol mixed together. The girl sighed as she continued to linger around by the dance floor, or the two mats that had been set up prior to her arrive that were supposed to resemble a dance floor, and watched as her peers proceeded to get drunk. Raising her drink to her pink lips, Rachel took a sip of whatever had been given to her by one of her drama club friends and pouted, the bitter taste of an alcohol and some sort of juice burning her throat. At the sound of a very familiar voice, Rachel turned around and felt a slight grin appear, "Hello Omri, how are you?" she asked, bobbing slightly and in time with the music. "Enjoying the party?"

Omri Puckerman

Omri smiled when his name left the girl's lips. At least she remembered his name. Omri couldn't even count all the times that people had forgotten his name -- or said it wrong -- since he had arrived at Dayton. He took another sip of his drink and nodded. "Yeah," he said softly, before clearing his throat, leaning forward and talking closer to Rachel's ear. He was afraid that the girl couldn't hear him. "Yeah, I'm enjoying the party now... what about you?"

Rachel Berry 

Rachel looked over at the taller boy, unsure what to think about his presence. She had been having an internal debate about her feelings for him to the point where she honestly couldn't think. She was mad at him but at the same time, she just wanted to be there with him. "That's good, and yeah, you could say that" Rachel replied, her eyes drifting down to the floor as she continued to try and sort herself out. She remained silent, a rather awkward feeling rising in her chest as she took another small sip of her drink. Hopefully Omri would have something to say that would ease Rachel's nerves.

Omri Puckerman

Omri watched Rachel look down at the floor and his eyebrows furrowed. He sensed that something might wrong with Rachel-- a disturbance in the Force if you will... but he didn't know exactly what to say. He wasn't the best at conversing with girls he liked. It seemed like he'd always stutter or say a bunch of word vomit. It was embarrassing really... Omri shook his head. He could do this. It was Rachel Berry. He could totally talk to Rachel Berry-- even though it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest when he did. "Hey..." Omri said, scratching the nape of his neck. "Do you wanna... I dunno... go out back a-and t-talk... or something? O-or not! I mean-- we could just stay in here. Or I could leave if I'm bothering you or something..." He took another nervous sip of his drink and struggled to keep it down.

Rachel Berry 

Rachel sat down on the smaller swing, holding a breath in as she watched Omri struggle to do the same. It was moments like this, or even any moment she had with the boy, that she forgot about how mad she was. He was just one of the sweetest boys she had ever met, if you excluded the fact that she had been stood up by him before. Just the thought of that day made Rachel's eyes sting and her blood boil. Her rage instantly stopped at the sound of his soothing voice, the brunette turning to look up at the sky to see what he was talking about. "It really is, I wish all nights were as beautiful as this" she replied back, her voice calm compared to the thoughts she had just seconds ago. Then, Rachel went back into silence, the only noise being the slight creak of the swings as she moved back and forth. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say, or even what to do. She remained there, just innocently swining as she tried to form a nice way of saying what she was thinking and feeling. No matter what she did though, it always sounded harsher than intended... She let out a little sigh and glanced at Omri, watching him attempt to copy her; it was funny, but she just wouldn't laugh. She just wasn't in the mood to giggle right now.

Omri Puckerman

Omri nodded at Rachel's response, not really trusting himself to say anything at the moment. His nerves were back and he was sure that he he opened his mouth, a peep or some odd sound would come out. His sneakers scuffed on the dirt as he gave up trying to swing. It felt too uncomfortable. He would sit on the floor in front of Rachel-- but the girl was wearing a skirt, and Omri didn't want Rachel to feel uncomfortable and think that he was sitting on the ground so he could look up her skirt or something. So he sat on the small swing, swaying in a small circle. After a few silent minutes between the two of them, Omri looked over at Rachel and studied her profile for a moments. "Are you doing okay, Rachel? You're... I dunno... quiet. Are you cold or something?" he asked, as he started to unzip the hoodie he had on. "I can give you my jacket if you're cold..."

Rachel Berry 

Rachel continued to swing, her eyes fixed on the doorway they had previously come through. She had contemplated just running through it to get away from him in order to avoid her feelings, but she wanted to stay and talk it out too. Omri did, after all, deserve to know just what she thought about everything that had happened between them, but she hated the think that it could make matters worse. Lifting her head, Rachel looked over to Omri as he spoke, shaking her head as she summed up all her thoughts. Oh gosh, here goes... "Thanks, but no thanks Omri. Can we talk about something? I'm really tired of pretending that nothing happened when it did" she blurted out. Rachel drew in a deep breath, scared of his reaction. Oh god, she should've just kept her mouth shut.

Omri Puckerman

Omri was about to start pulling his arms out of his sleeves when Rachel stopped him. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to what Rachel was saying. "Y-yeah..." he said quietly, pulling his hoodie back on and slowly zipping up the zipper. Omri could definitely feel a disturbance in the Force now. Something was definitely bothering Rachel, and Omri wasn't exactly sure of what it was... "Yeah, Rachel... w-what is it? What's wrong? What happened?" The boy turned in the swing until he was facing the girl and gave her his complete attention.

Rachel Berry 

Rachel just wanted to assure him that she didn't hate him, that it was just a little pent up frustration she needed to let out, but she knew that he probably wouldn't understand why she was angry in the first place. To her, it seemed that the boy was completely oblivious to her feelings for him and it soon became clear that he didn't have feelings for her back. But she wouldn't give up, she was Rachel Berry after all. "You can't just play nice now, Omri. You're a lovely boy but you really hurt me. I don't know if you meant to and honestly I don't think I want to" she started, sighing loudly as her hands rubbed against her temples. "I just don't want to act like we're friends if you don't want us to be."

Omri Puckerman

Omri's jaw almost dropped when he listened to what was bothering Rachel. He hurt her? But how? He's never even really touched her before... unless. His mind reeled as he thought back to all the times that he and Rachel spoke. They had spoken plenty of times over Tumblr-- and he couldn't remember a time where he actually spoke to her personally, face-to-face -- if you didn't count the Algebra II class that they both shared. Omri really didn't. He sat in the near back of the class, while Rachel sat up in the front... He sighed softly as he tried to find words to say. He did want to be friends with Rachel-- very much so. He wouldn't be talking to her this much if he didn't enjoy their friendship. Omri just felt confused. He wasn't sure what he did. But he obviously did something... he just wished that he knew what it was so he could help mend the problem. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you, Rachel," he said carefully, looking down at his hands. Offending Rachel was one of the things that he didn't want to do right now. "But I'm not sure exactly what I did to offend you like this."

Rachel Berry 

Rachel really had no idea what to say next. She knew it was going to be a bad idea, yet she felt a sudden urge to say it. It was confusing to say the least, her emotions were up and down like a rollecoaster and she just wanted it to stop. Honestly, at his reply Rachel was flabbergasted. How could he have not know what was confusing her? What he had done to hurt her? "You left me waiting for you for almost an hour Omri. An hour!" she screeched, suddenly feeling childish for sitting in a swing with him whilst having this discussion. "You didn't call, you didn't text, I was just waiting. Do you know what that feels like?" she added, her face red hot with anger. She just wanted to know why he had done such a thing, what she had done to deserve it too. She thought things had been going so well between them, their friendship had been one of the best she had ever had. "I can tell you now, it's not very nice. And the worst part of it all, is I just sat back and I waited for an apology or something too" she added, frustrated with both him and herself. Rachel just wanted everything to go back to five minute prior when they weren't arguing - or at least when she wasn't shouting. It was certainly happier then.

Omri Puckerman

Omri's head turned to the side in confusion. An hour? When had he ever left Rachel waiting for an hour? He'd never really-- and that's when it donned on him. A few weeks ago, Omri had promised to meet up with Rachel and teach her the art of photography... He waiting for her when school security came and took him to the Headmaster's office. He was sentenced two weeks of detention for saying a false announcement over the PA system and pulling what he thought was an innocent prank. He returned his attention back to the seething girl next to him and shrugged. "Rachel-- I... I didn't mean to! I-- something came up, and I wasn't able to meet up with you." Omri didn't want to tell Rachel the real reason for him not being there waiting at the courtyard water fountain for Rachel that day because he was sure that Rachel would never talk to a "criminal" again. "I didn't mean to not text you or anything... I just... I forgot! Okay? I forgot..."

Rachel Berry 

Rachel was livid. He still hadn't given her the explanation she needed and wanted to hear. All she hoped he tell her was an actually reason, what had actually come up, because without that she was free to assume anything. Now, her mind had been going crazy with pictures of Omri and other girls, Omri being kidnapped (for the day) or him even just deciding not to show up. "How am I supposed to know that if you don't tell me? I'm not a mind reader you know" Rachel said with a strained voice, a tear teasing her brown orbs as she looked at him. She bit her lower lip as she thought about it, planning her next move and her next words. "I just don't want to act like it didn't happen anymore. I just want you to tell me what happened. But if you can't, fine." Rachel turned her back to him and huffed. He was just so... difficult.

Omri Puckerman

Omri watched Rachel go from angry to furious in only a matter of seconds. What Omri had done to Rachel was really making her angry... or wait. Omri looked into Rachel's eyes. Did her eyes look a little glassy-- almost like she was-- Omri's stomach dropped. She wasn't angry. Rachel was hurt-- so hurt that she was almost crying by what he had done... But she was right. Omri owed her a proper explanation... but the possibility of Rachel never talking to Omri again because of his small-- but still prominent-- criminal record, won over telling Rachel the truth. "I... I know you're not a mind-reader... I just. My reason doesn't really matter anyway... What matters is that I'm sorry of what I did. I didn't mean to, alright?" His hand outreached and he tried to put a comforting hand on Rachel's back or shoulder... or something. He wanted to let her know that he was sorry-- and maybe it could be transferred by touch... but no. She probably didn't want that right now. So his hand tightened into a fist and he lowered his hand to his lap. He let out a long, drawn-out sigh and stood up from the small swing. It was starting to get too uncomfortable to sit in anyway. He moved and crouched down in front of Rachel so he was at eye-level with the girl. "I'm sorry okay? And that's all I can say about it right now, okay?" He hoped that his apology would be enough.

Rachel Berry 

Rachel stood and waited for a reply, her foot tapping on the grass without her knowledge. She had been going through emotions like they were sticks of gum and was honestly tormenting her. She didn't want to appear to be this vulnerable, not yet, not ever. "So you're not going to tell me?" Rachel asked, sniffing a little as she forced the tears to stay in her eyes. She was not going to cry. "Fine, Omri" she said simply, her top lip thin as she looked at him with eyes wide open. The girl flinched at his touch and moved herself away, Rachel just couldn't do this. "I don't need the apologies now. They're a little late Omri, and honestly I don't want to think about this anymore" she told him and with that, began to walk away. She could cry now, she could do anything without his knowledge because honestly, she was just going to avoid him. If this is how she was going to feel whenever they talked, it wasn't worth it. Sure, she may still like him just the same but he didn't trust her enough to tell her the truth and that fact broke her heart.

Omri Puckerman

Omri sighed and watched Rachel walk away with a lost, forlorn look on his face. He didn't want to chase after her right now-- not when she was so mad like this... or was he supposed to chase after women when they were mad and emotional like this? He couldn't remember what men did in the movies-- well, usually when men chased after the woman, they got a slap in face and the woman ended up storming away anyway. So Omri figured that he'd wait and talk to her again-- and explain what happened, because really, the more he thought about it, the more foolish it was that he didn't tell Rachel why he accidentally stood her up like he did. After a few minutes of picking at blades of grass, Omri stood up and started trooping back up to the house to look for Rachel. A few minutes was enough to let Rachel cool down-- right?

Rachel Berry 

Rachel wondered back into the full house that had only seemed to get louder and more crowded as time went by. Trying to find herself a seat, Rachel looked all around the area that was now littered with red cups and all sorts of clothing items and sighed, there was literally nothing to rest on. And that's when a completely new thought entered the brunettes mind. No, she couldn't do that... Could she? Rachel interrupted her own train of thought as she barged into the kitchen and created a mixture of one peculiar looking liquid and cranberry juice. The girl tilted the cup and sipped for a while, coughing slight as she finished with her first full drink, which had tasted almost like a medicine. She made the same mixture and wondered out onto the dance floor to forget about everything, forget about Omri and forget about the fact she was making a huge mistake by drinking away her feelings. But she had got the idea it from a movie though and that meant that it would at least work... At least, she hoped it did.

Omri Puckerman

Omri slowly made his way through all the rooms, searching over heads for a certain small, brunette. Teenagers, and even a couple college kids, were grinding up against each other with the beat of the music blasting through the speakers. Red cups were littered everywhere and he swore that he could hear the sharp crunch of him stepping on a potato chip everywhere he walked. He finally spotted Rachel tipping whatever liquid she had in the red cup she had, into her mouth. Omri sighed. What was she getting herself into? He watched her for a few moments across the room before he leaned up against the wall. Who knew what Rachel was capable of when she had a bit of alcohol in her system. Which is why Omri promised himself that he'd keep a watch over the girl-- making sure that she didn't drink too much or get herself into trouble.

Rachel Berry 

Rachel could feel the room turning as she stumbled her way out of the kitchen, the sound of the music was lower than she remembered. It was odd, all of her senses had been affected by the one drink, and she could already feel her eyes started to close. But she couldn't go to sleep, mainly because she had no idea what would happen if she did, and because she was standing beside some stranger who was looking at her suspiciously. She moved away and danced a little besides the speakers, unsure what she looked like as she moved wildly, her hands waving in every which way. "Wooo!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, unsure where that idea had come from after the words left her mouth. Hm, Rachel could tell that this night was going downhill. Suddenly, she felt the floor dip under the slight heel of her shoes and collapsed, her head hitting the floor as the world around her filtered into black and white. "Ouch" the girl somehow managed to mumble, her eyes closing as she began to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Omri Puckerman

Omri continued to watch Rachel from afar, leaning up against the far wall, and nursing a red cup of Mountain Dew. He didn't want to drink-- not when he realized that Rachel was drinking herself. Someone needed to make sure that nothing happened to her... and Omri had nominated himself for the job. He had downed the last of the light-green carbonated soda when he saw the girl drop down out of his peripheral vision. Omri everything but threw the glass down and stood up on his tippy-toes, searching over heads to see what had happened to Rachel. When he couldn't see her, he pushed past people and rushed to where he had last seen Rachel. He found her, moments later, crashed out on the floor. A small crowd had gathered around, and Omri did his best to distribute them back to their previous activities. He crouched down by Rachel and felt her wrist for a pulse-- which she had, thankfully. "Rachel," he said, gently shaking her shoulder. "Rachel, wake up..."

Rachel Berry

Rachel opened her eyes slightly, making out a male figure however she was unable to make out who it was. She let out a soft moan, turning around slightly as he gently touched her, unable to move any further. She suddenly felt a need to fall asleep, she wasn't sure whether to blame the alcohol or the slight hit on the head for the sudden need for a nap. Her eyes flickered open once more, scanning the room as her head span and caused a sickness to rise from the pit of Rachel's stomach. The woman muttered something unintelligent before she turned back to face who she had assumed was her savior. "Hmmm" she said moments after, her arms moving to take a firm grasp of the nearest thing on the floor. Whatever her hands had found were hard and rubbery, perhaps it was this persons shoe? "I'm tired" Rachel tried to say, but to the person leaning beside her it probably sounded like a group of vowels and consonants linked together. Slowly, Rachel shut her eyes again, her stomach slowly rising and falling as she tried to drift off. She didn't want to feel that strange churning in her stomach or the banging in her head for a minute longer.

Omri Puckerman

Omri sighed softly and shook his head when he heard some sort of sound come from Rachel. She'd obviously had drunken too much alcohol-- even though Omri had only noticed that she had drunk about one full cup. But then, Omri had arrived after Rachel, she she could have had some alcohol in her system beforehand. He watched Rachel grasp his sneaker and his eyebrows furrowed at Rachel slurred words that sounded something like she was tired. Omri didn't doubt that. Rachel had probably had a big, busy day... "Come on, Rachel," he said softly as he scooped Rachel up into his arms, cradling her to his chest. With her this close to him, Omri could smell the sharp, strong scent of the alcohol on Rachel. Standing up with the girl in his arms, he started to push his way through the throng of people to the door. Once outside, he took a deep breath and smiled. Gone was the pungent smell of sweat, weed and alcohol. Omri glanced down at Rachel and sighed. Hopefully she didn't try and throw up while she was in his arms... he wasn't sure if he could handle getting vomit on himself. "Come on, Rachel... let's get you home."

Rachel Berry

Rachel had almost drifted off until she felt herself being picked up, her eyes getting a clearer view of her carrier. Was it... Was it Omri? She asked herself questions, her temples pulsing due to the horrible headache that had already began to plague her. She would be paying for tonight's events tomorrow morning. Rachel gave in to his touch, her head gently resting on his muscled arms as the scent of alcohol had began to slowly stop lingering around her. That's when she noticed that she was outside. Her mind barely had anytime to register what was happening as she looked around cluelessly, everything topsy turvy in her minds eye. If it was Omri who had just offered to carry her home, which she doubted, should Rachel really be feeling so lucky to be in his arms? Shouldn't she still be mad at him and vice versa? Rachel murdered against his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. "Hmm" she whispered, another unintelligent mumble peeping out through her lips. "S-sounds good" she managed to add, her arms slowly moving up to wrap around his neck. She said a quiet thank you before leaning back and closing her eyes, hoping that she could finally get some rest.

Omri Puckerman

Omri glanced down at the babbling girl in his arms and let out a soft chuckle. He held Rachel closer to his chest when her arms wrapped around his neck, and he started the moderately short walk to the girl's dorm rooms. It was a beautiful night outside and it wasn't too cold out-- and hopefully Omri's own body warmth was enough to keep Rachel warm. Walking down the quiet, peaceful street gave him a little time to think about a few things... but whatever he tired to distract his mind with-- his thoughts always ended up circling back to the woman in his arms. As he neared the steps of the girls dorms, Omri did his best to shuffle Rachel's weight onto one arm so that he would be able to open the main door. When he stepped into the building, a warm wave of heat washed over them, enveloping them both into blanket of warmth. A few steps into the building, Omri stopped. He had no idea what room Rachel was in-- and he didn't feel like waking the girl up. But it had to be done if he wanted to help and put Rachel in to bed. "Rachel... Rachel, what dorm room are you in?"

Rachel Berry

Rachel hadn't registered nor realized that they had entered the dorm buildings until she heard a door close. She could only assume that it meant they were in the Blackwell building, if it was actually the Puckerman she liked that was carrying her. Of course, if it wasn't then Rachel would've been in a bit of a mess since she had no energy to open her eyes, let alone stop the person who was carrying her into the unknown. Thankfully, the small amount of slumber that Rachel had gotten from a few minutes silence reduced the effect of the volume of the alcoholic beverage she had consumed before now. Her lips were a little dry, but other than that now the brunette had no trouble with speaking softly to Omri without sounding like she had no teeth. "Uh..." she began, her mind still working slower than usual. "102" the girl finally drawled out, making no efforts to even look up and show him where it was. Rachel honestly couldn't think about anything other than the fact she urgently needed a rest. She blinked before looking up, her eyes suddenly able to make out more than they had before. "Omri" she quietly said, her hands clutching on to the shirt he was wearing. She was so glad that it was him taking her home and not some stranger. It only made her like him more.

Omri Puckerman

Omri listened carefully to Rachel as she slowly drawled out what room number the Berry triplets lived in before nodding to himself and setting off. The youngest Puckerman had a habit of being really clumsy, so he made sure to walk slowly and calmly, so he didn't wake Rachel. He had almost made it to Rachel's dorm apartment when he heard her whisper his name. His eyebrows furrowed as he felt her clutch at his shirt and he slowed to a stop just outside the Berry's door. "What is it Rachel?" he asked quietly, matching Rachel's reverent tone.

Rachel Berry

Rachel leaned against Omri peacefully, a calm sort of silence resting over the two as he took her to her dorm room. She couldn't keep herself from holding onto him as tight as she could, afraid to let go. She didn't want to seem clingy but at that moment, despite her drunken state, Rachel realized that perhaps she had been to harsh on the boy. He may have had a perfectly fine reason not to tell her why he was... Wait. She didn't want to think about that any longer. The girl shook her head and refused to say another word, pretending that she was still half-asleep. But somehow, now that she was fully aware of the fact that it was her crush who was carrying her home, she wasn't able to easily drift off. She peeked out of one eye, admiring the boy who had sort of been nothing but kind to her, and she noticed that they were just about to go in. She clung onto him tighter, still in silence, and hoped he wouldn't leave her just yet.

Omri Puckerman

Omri let out a small huff when Rachel didn't answer him. He wanted to know what the reason was for calling his name out like she did, but he wasn't going to prod her to answer his question. It didn't really matter to him, although, he really liked the sound of his name coming from the girl in his arms... and he wanted to do everything he could so he could have her call out his name again. But to be honest though, he was really liking everything about the current moment. He really loved the feel of Rachel cradled in his arms; the feeling of her clinging to her. He loved the way that if he leaned forward, just a tad-- he could smell the type of shampoo Rachel used... The girl was doing something to him, that was for sure. Omri knocked lightly on the Berry's door, and sighed when no one answered. Rachel's sisters must all be at the party. He shifted Rachel into one arm and tried the handle, checking if it was unlocked-- which is was, thankfully. Omri went back to holding Rachel in both arms and pushed the door open with his foot. As he slowly wondered into the Berry dormroom, he peered at all the bedroom doors, and tried to figure out which bedroom belonged to Rachel. It wasn't until he spotted the door with shiny gold stars placed all over it did he figure out that that room must be Rachel's. He slowly pushed the gold star-covered door and peered inside, half afraid that he had chosen the wrong room. Thankfully there was Broadway posters and things that just screamed Rachel all over the room-- so he must have chosen right. Omri strode over to the bed and peered down at Rachel. Honestly, he didn't want to let her go. If he had his way, he would carry Rachel like this for forever... but he didn't, and it wasn't late-- but he was sure that Rachel would be more comfortable in her own bed. Omri tried to loosen the death grip that Rachel's arms had around his neck, but he couldn't loosen them. "Rachel," he said quietly. "You're home. I brought you to your bed... you need to let go..."

Rachel Berry

Rachel smiled to herself as Omri huffed, secretly laughing at him and also at the fact she could do that to him. She would never purposefully push his buttons, but the slightly frustrated look her had on his face only made him look cuter; giving Rachel another reason why her interest in the boy had peeked over the last few weeks - or days even. She hands loosened their grip on his shirt as they entered her bedroom. She had suddenly gotten self conscious over all the Broadway and other items she possessed that were scattered around her room. If she had known that Omri would be in here, she would've made her room look spotless, even if everything was sorted out, Rachel could still find something to clean. Suddenly, all those irrelevant thoughts stopped as Rachel felt his hands began to release their grip on her, and instantly a frown appeared. She didn't want him to leave her, not yet. "No" she whispered and hoped he didn't hear her, regretting the fact that her thoughts had just popped out of her mouth. She wriggled a little in his arms, her hands moving back from his neck ever so softly, trailing down his shirt before they landed on her rising chest. At that moment, Rachel felt her mattress beneath her and sighed. She knew that as soon as she shut her eyes Omri would leave, and as much as Rachel didn't want that to happen, she knew it was probably for the best. "Night" she yawned, opening her eyes slowly as she looked up at Omri. She didn't know what she was waiting for but all of a sudden Rachel's breath was hitched in her throat and she didn't know how to get it out.

Omri Puckerman

Omri chuckled softly when he heard Rachel whisper a little no, and his heart beat faster at the same time. He honestly didn't really want to leave either... but if the rest of the Berry clan came into Rachel's room and saw Omri sleeping-- wherever he figured out was a good place to sleep that wasn't the bed-- things might get a bit awkward for Rachel. Or at least that's what he thought... As Omri lowered Rachel down to her bed, he was thankful that the grip her arms had around his neck loosened and he was able to lay the girl down on her covers. He bent down and started working on picking at the knots at Rachel's shoelaces and pulled her shoes off. Once the girl's shoes were off, Omri quickly went to work at pulling the covers out from under Rachel and laying them on her nearly-unconscious-with-sleep body. Omri chuckled lightheartedly at Rachel's yawn-talk that sounded something like "night". "Laila tov, Rachel Berry," he said, after tucking the blankets around Rachel. He caught her gaze and held it for a few moments, fighting back the urge to leave a feather-light kiss on her forehead or cheek or something. No, he couldn't do that. He hadn't even ever hugged the girl before and he wanted to leave a kiss on her forehead? ... Well, he did carry her. But no. That wasn't a very good basis on wanting to leave a kiss. Swallowing loudly, Omri muttered another goodnight, before standing up and walking out the door of her room and closing it shut with a quiet click.

Rachel Berry

Rachel wished that she could think of something to say in order to persuade him to stay here with her. However, the brunette couldn't sum up her feelings in any way. Perhaps it was because she was tired and her brain felt as if it had been fried, but Rachel knew it was something bigger than that. It was just easier to blame on her drunken, tired state. Her eyes drifted together as she began to dream, a little surprised when she felt her feet being exposed to the air. With her eyes shut, Omri's kind actions felt more surprising than she could've ever imagined but they did still manage to make her all warm and bubbly inside. Once under the sheets, Rachel leaned her head against the pillow and murmured to herself, finally getting comfortable enough so she could get a good nights sleep and hopefully feel a whole lot better in the morning. She barely registered what Omri said before he left, but the last sound she heard, the one that actually got through to her, hurt her. Not that she was expecting Omri to jump into bed with her at this moment or anything; but still. She at least would've liked a peck on the cheek, or something... Was that too much to ask? The brunette huffed and rolled herself over, finally giving in to the drowsiness that had been plaguing her, a dreamless sleep falling over her still body as a silence filled her bedroom.