Mia had been fine, or as fine as she could be considering that she was six months pregnant, single and mending a broken heart - again. It seemed that all people people wanted to do was hurt her. This time, it was worse, Noah had left her a little parting gift, one that he didn’t even know about. Five months ago, he’d grown distant and it turned out that yet again someone was having trouble choosing her, so she made the choice for him. She refused to be that person that was thrown aside like trash again. She would not be that broken doll again, except that she was. She still cried, still felt her heart breaking over this man. It was full force sadness when she’d started getting sick, thinking that she had the flu, but in reality Mia had been pregnant, but she’d made the decision then and there to keep this to herself, since she told him to leave her be, to never speak to her again.
That decision was one that she was fine with, had lived with as she’d gotten more sparse on social media and in the public eye. She’d eventually dropped from the spotlight at all, staying more so a homebody than anything. She wore low hats, and baggy clothes and sunglasses when she had to go to her doctor’s appointments and most of the time she wasn’t recognized. People never put together that Mia Clarke was this whale of a woman that she was now. As she flipped through the channels once again, on hand lovingly rubbing her protruding belly, she smiled. Her heart filling with love for the little nugget that was growing inside her. That was until she started to see the news, gossip rather. Her hand stopped moving, and her face contorted, anger flashing within her fast and hot at the news of Noah possibly seeing and Laurena had been breaking all over gossip shows. She was already hormonal, but to see it, to see that he’d chosen her, after all, was something that made her want to kick someone’s ass.
Mia got up, getting dressed in a form fitting dress, leather jacket and heels, because fuck if she couldn’t still rock them, swollen ankles and all. Oz and Jace were in the house, but neither had noticed Mia’s behavior until she strutted out of her room with a bat. “Mia, where the fuck are you going with a bat?” Jace asked, as Mia strutted by him.
“To play baseball,” She answered in a tone that was less than pleasant. Oz tried to block her way, but she gave him one look and he slid aside, pulling out his phone to call her agent. She didn’t hear anything as she kept walking, or well waddling toward her car. The boys trailed behind her, as she got in and sped off toward the gym, where she knew Noah would be. It was where she knew the bike would be too. She would be damned if he had that bitch riding on something she’d bought, something that she’d gotten him with her hard earned money. She wouldn’t reap that benefit. She might get Noah, but she wouldn’t get this.
Once she’d parked, Jace an Oz got out, trying to reason with her as her bat raised and she struck the mirror. It felt so good. She struck it again, harder this time, channeling the hurt and the anger. She struck it again and again until she’d done some considerable damage. She’d instructed Oz to push the bike over, but he refused. “Fine,” she relented, at this point gathering a crowd at her antics but she didn’t care. She had to catch her breath, she also had to pee. Her eyes started daggers at Noah when he joined the crowd of onlookers. Mia walked toward him, shoving the bat into his hand as she passed. “Happy early Hanukkah, bastard.” She walked by him, heading to the bathroom this baby had really bad timing for her dramatics.
Mia was super nervous about this song that came straight from her diary and that it was also the first time she was singing, like actual legit singing. She also was nervous about the fact that this beach picnic seemed like a date, but well hell a candle lit picnic with all of his favorite foods, and her serenading her all night. As of late, Mia had been very daring in telling @puckersaurusrex exactly how she felt. But there was about “singing” him the words from her diary that made her feel even more vulnerable.
She’d gone all out for this day for some reason. Talking a limo ride to a beach in Malibu that’s known for it’s seclusion. Why was she being so fancy, and so extra? She didn’t know. She also picked a beach that was more secluded because her and singing wasn’t something she wanted many people to hear. As the Limo stopped, she led him out to their spot where their picnic had been set up. The guitar he’d given her resting against the pillows. “Before I lose my nerve, and before we eat I want to sing you this song. It came from the words in my diary, and Emi and Jake helped me to put it together. We’ve been working on this for…a long time. I’m talking guitar lessons, singing lessons, only for this moment. So, have a seat and let me serenade you?”
Mia took a seat in front of him, planning to play her song for him. “It’s called Hold Me.”
Baby don't let me down
Got a lot goin on right now
And I need you to hold me (need you to hold me)
Baby don't let me down
Got a lot goin on right now
And I need you beside me (need you beside me)
And when it gets cold
And I'm feelin kinda lonely
I'm hopin that you're gonna put a cover on me
When it gets cold
And I'm feelin kinda lonely
I'm hopin that you're gonna put a cover on meeee (oooooo)
Baby if I break down
Will you catch my tears before they hit the ground (the grooouunnd)
Oh baby if I open my mouth
And let my darkest memories come ooouut
I need you to stick around (need you to stick aroound)
And when it gets cold
And I'm feelin kinda lonely
I'm hopin that you're gonna put cover on me
When it gets cold
And I'm feeling kinda lonely
I'm hopin that you're gonna put a cover on meeee
(Meeee)
(Meeee, ohhhh)
Oh give me something good to feel
Touch me so I know it's real
Make it so I won't forget
And take me far from my regret
Oh give me something good to feel
Touch me so I know it's real
Never want to ask for help
But I'm asking this time
Baby don't let me down
Got a lot goin on right now
And I need you to hold me
Oh, baby don't let me down
I got a lot goin on right now
And I need you beside meeeee
When she finished she grinned at him, but it faltered the more she talked. “So…did you like it? Sorry it’s mushy, and I know I’m not a singer, so it’s not that great...But…” She simply shrugged, hoping he liked the song, but also nervous that he didn’t like any of what she’d done today.
Mia lay in Noah’s bed, cover strewn over the two of them haphazardly while he slept, and lay there thinking of her busy schedule. All she had the motivation for was thinking as a couple of hours ago, they’d just fallen into an exhaustive post shower sleep. She awoke well before him with the sun rising, and the sound of Noah’s even breathing soothing her. Her leg was thrown across his midsection and her fingers lazily caressed his skin in random places as he slept. A light smile took up residence on her lips as she watched him sleep. He was so damn handsome, so cute. Just so everything to her and she’d missed him terribly. A thought occurred to her that maybe she missed him more than a best friend should, and maybe best friends didn’t lay in bed, cuddled up next to their fellow naked bestie, thinking of how cute he was, but she waved off the thought. Instead, she touched her lips to his chest. Spending almost two months away from Los Angeles, her pups and Noah made her elated to be home. Mia wore a frown as she thought that she soon had to be in Milan to present an award for the EMA’s soon. She wanted to ask Noah if he’d come with, and she wanted to do it before she lost her nerve.
Mia poked him in the shoulder and whispered “Noah,” but he hadn’t woken. She’d tried it a few more times, but instead opted for a different method, one that made her smile wickedly. It started with a kiss to his chest. That kiss turned into another, and then another traveling down his abs. As her lips touched each ridge of his abs, her fingers wrapped around his length lightly stroking him. Mia maneuvered herself so that she was comfortably situated between his legs, her lips placing light kisses along his length, working to make him hard for her. The actress found herself smirking as his thick member grew in her hold. Her tongue glided up the underside of his hardness, circling the head. One of her hands roamed up his thigh, cupping and caressing his balls. Her lips brushed along his length, her and giving a tighter grip as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking each of his balls into her mouth in turn. Her delicate tongue slide back up his length before her lips wrapped around his length, descending onto his hardness once, then twice. The third time she took his length into the warm cavern of his mouth, she took him all in. As her lips ascended, her hands took over, gripping his length tightly, stroking steadily. “Good morning, Noah,” she husked before her mouth went right back to work once more.
What: A non-sick sick Rachel has No Chicken Chicken Noodle Soup. Just hanging out, comfort.
Warning: None
Rachel sat quietly on her couch with her blanket draped over her shoulders willing herself not to be sick. This was the worse time possible to get sick, so she just decided she wouldn't be. As she began to sneeze repeatedly she felt on the verge of crying. This could not be happening. She curled up in a ball wrapping her blanket tightly around herself. "Do not give in to this Rachel Berry. You are completely fine" It took another twenty minutes before Rachel got up from the couch and moved to the kitchen to make herself some tea. Norah would be there soon and things would start to look up once she had soup and good company and Audrey.
It was still funny to her sometimes that Norah could be so crude and so sweet to her at the same time. The woman was much better a person than she gave herself credit for and Rachel wished there was some way to convey that to her. She would have to settle for the mooning Rachel was unfortunately prone to do when Norah was around. She really couldn’t help herself. The thought just made her giggle.
The hunt for vegan chicken noodle soup, surprisingly, turned up prosperous. Norah was slightly worried that she'd have to make something up herself which would prove disastrous for anyone involved, really. With a few cans of soup, box of crackers, and bottle of Sprite in tow, Puck climbed the last few stairs to Rachel's apartment. Despite the fact that she'd probably get sick herself, Norah knew Rachel would run herself into the ground with denial. And instead of allowing the small brunette the chance to land herself in the hospital, Puck stepped into lend a helping hand. The handles of the plastic bag were stretching thin as Puck finally reached Rachel's door. She rapped her knuckles on the wood and called out to the woman who could very possibly have fallen asleep. "Rach, it's me. Open up."
Rachel heard the door and softly groaned as she forced herself up from the couch. "Oh, alright. One moment." She was actually very achy but she insisted on it being soreness from working on new dances with Brittany. She had an audition coming up, a very big audition and the thought of being less than 100% for that made her want to cry. In spite of all of that a tiny smile touched Rachel's lips as she reached out to open the door, as she thought about who and what was on the other side. "Well hello." Once the door was opened that small smile turned into a very bright one at the sight. Her gaze moved from the bag up to Norah's face and she bit down on her bottom lip. "You actually got it?... I am not admitting to being sick but I am admitting to really needing soup." And as if on queue Rachel sneezed a ridiculous sneeze and then stepped back to let her in. "Excuse me. Please, come in." She reached for the bag and smiled again as she sniffled. "I can make that for us."
Puck's brows furrowed the slightest bit. "You doubt me?" she asked playfully, a lopsided smile in place. "I told you I'd get you non-chicken chicken noodle soup and that's what I did." Puck took a step back at the sneeze, her brows arching dramatically over copper eyes. "Yeah...not sick at all," she commented, following Rachel into the apartment. Puck closed the door behind herself, throwing the lock into place. When Rachel reached for the bag, she pulled back. "No way, Germy. You can, however, go sit your tucas down on the couch and catch a nap while I heat this up for you." She shooed Rachel towards the couch before turning back to the kitchen to heat up the stove. "I got you some Sprite and crackers too. They're really good for allergies," she quipped.
"Oh I would never truly doubt you I was just unsure if you'd be able to find it... I suppose that may be a tiny bit of doubt but it was unintentional." A pout fell onto Rachel's lips and she folded her arms loosely across her chest. "Germy? I would have to be sick to have germs, but if you insist I will not turn down a beautiful woman making me soup, so there." She laughed softly before heading over to the couch and wrapping herself back up in her blanket. She curled up in the corner and looked over the back into the kitchen. "I am not sleepy but since you agreed to stay with me, for at least a little while and agreed to let me pick the movies we watch on Netflix, I am going to start Sabrina." She nodded and smiled before turning to the television.
After fumbling around the kitchen for a few minutes Puck managed to find a pot and the can opener. "I've seen it before anyway. With you, come to think of it." Puck smiled as she emptied the cans of soup into the pot and stirred the contents while they warmed. Once wisps of steam started to curl from the surface, Puck flipped off the stove and divided the soup into two bowl. "Now, I've never had non-chicken chicken noodle soup, so if it tastes terrible then it's not my fault." She tucked a sleeve of crackers under one arm and the bottle of soda under the other before picking up the bowls and carrying them to the couch. "It's hot," she warned, handing one to Rachel before taking a seat next to her.
It made Rachel oddly proud that she was the reason Norah had seen Sabrina before, she'd made just the teeniest pop cultural impacts on the woman's life. In hind sight that was very small compared to the impact the woman had on her in all those years. "Well, I am glad you are gracing me with you presence for another viewing." She giggled and shivered pulling her blanket a little tighter around herself. Rachel watched as the woman walked over with her hands and arms full and she felt warm, not sick warm... because she wasn't sick, but cared for warm. "I am sure I am going to love it and you will at the very least like it. Now sit and admire the wonderful Audrey and the very old Humphrey fall madly in love with me." She reached for the bowl and the crackers attempted to give Norah a bit of relief. "How are things with you? Are you good?" She spooned up a bit of soup and pursed her lips as she blew the steam away, attempting to cool the forewarned hot soup.
After toeing off her shoes, Puck lifted her legs and rested them on the coffee table. "You and all this lovey dovey stuff. Doesn't it get old?" She stirred the contents of her bowl, still skeptical about chicken soup that didn't actually have any chicken in it. "Me? You know me. Nothing can get me down," she hummed, tossing a wink at Rachel. "I'm better now that I'm here with you." Puck was always a smooth talker, but flirting also tended to come easy when she was around Rachel. She watched Rachel's lips purse and her own lips tugged into a sideways smile. "And aside from these awful allergies, how are you?" Puck mimicked Rachel by lifting up her spoon and blowing the steam away before taking a bite.
Took a careful sip of her soup and hummed softly. "It's good. You made a very good choice Norah." She refilled her spoon before looking to Norah with a half open mouth. "Tired of lovey dovey? Me? Never." Rachel giggled and lightly shook her head. "It gives me hope. I have slept with woman and I have loved woman but I have not had that forever... thing. Lovey dovey, no matter how silly they may be gives me hope that before I am old and grey I will have that too. Mind you I am not on some desperate search for it, just knowing it is out there is enough. So don't you make fun of my lovey dovey things" She stuck her tongue out before taking in a spoonful of soup. "Oh yes I know you. I know that you do not necessarily like to talk about what gets you down. Which is fine because I talk enough for the both of us but just know that I am here for you, always, Soldier." Rachel saluted and returned the wink. "Other than these... allergies. I have an audition in a week Velma Kelly in Chicago. It is a dream role and I have to be perfect. I have to be... perfect. Which is another reason why these are just allergies."
Copper eyes rolled playfully before Puck returned the silly salute. "I appreciate that, Rach. But honest, I'm fine." Really Puck had a lot on her mind lately, but she was more the time to bury her emotions into the pit of her stomach until they erupted in a messy explosion of anger and regret. Not exactly healthy, but it was how she worked. "You know, these movies are full of crap though. Love isn't singing and laughing and sunshine and rainbows. Love is grit and fighting and... commitment." Puck took a bite of soup. "Not like I'd really know though, right?" She teased, turned her head to listen about Rachel's upcoming audition. "Rachel, I've never met anyone who loves theater and musicals the way you do. You're gonna be perfect because you want it the most. If you can show those directors even a tenth of what I see when I look at you...well then the part is as good as yours."
"Mmhm, sure you are. You are just fine." She winked knowingly. They were not each others closest friends, she knew that, but she had cared for this woman since she was eighteen years old she felt as though she knew her better than she knew most people so that 'I'm fine' was not one she took as fact. Rachel shrugged her shoulders lightly and ate a bit more of her soup before setting it down next to the lamp on the side table. "I know that people do not break out in song randomly, I mean other people who are not me... and I know love is hard and it hurts, believe me I have been broken and I have wanted things that were not mine. I have wanted things I know were not good for me, things I could never have. Love is all those things but it is also happy and warm and care and laughter and kisses and mind blowing sex because while sex is in it self amazing, something I know you know very well, when you love the person it is ... wow, something else I feel you know. You are afraid of commitment, but commitment does not scare me. Fighting doesn't scare me either. I have a mean pout that is a master weapon and I also have very special very skilled ... yummy ways of apologizing when I am... very rarely wrong. Getting my heart broken again does scare me, that is scary. I am not ready to risk that right this moment. So I am good with sitting here watching lovey dovey movies and having amazing noncommittal sex and knowing that one day I will risk my heart for love." Rachel smiled dreamily and picked up her soup. "You cannot talk the romantic out of me, Norah Puckerman." She leaned over and kissed the girl's temple before raising her hand to gently wipe off any remnants from her lips with her thumb. "And there are a few germs for you just for trying." Rachel stuck her tongue out playful and then turned her head away to cough. "Okay so maybe I am a tiny bit sick." She rolled her eyes and then went still as she listened to the flattering words coming from Norah's mouth. She hated that Norah so easily put her at ease sometimes she hated how her cheeks burned. "Thank you. Thank you for saying that. Thank you for believing in me and knowing how bad I want this. Thank you for seeing that." She smiled softly before scrunching her nose happily and eating more soup.
Despite labeling Rachel the motor mouth of their ragtag group of friends, more often than not she made a valid point. Puck felt the heat rush to her cheeks when Rachel pressed a kiss to her temple. Germs or not, she enjoyed the gesture. "Wow, finally admitting defeat? I never thought I'd see the day," Puck teased. Forgoing her spoon, Puck took a sip of soup right from the bowl, Rachel's mantra of 'thank yous' making her feel like she actually did something right for a change. "You don't need to thank me. It's the truth." Puck set her half-eaten bowl of soup on the coffee table before pulling Rachel close and cuddling them up in the blanket together. "You're gonna kill it," she assured, pressing a kiss to the crown of Rachel's head.
Rachel set her bowl back down on the table before leaning into the warmth of Norah. "In this place with you I am admitting defeat outside of this place I am not admitting anything so do not say anything. This never happened, because Rachel Berry does not get sick." She nodded before snuggling in a bit closer and wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist. "I do need to thank you. I thank whomever I like." She giggled and looked toward the television screen. " You believing in me deserves a thank you, you being you and being her deserves a thank you." Another soft smile danced across her lips. "I am going to kill it. You are right. You can pick the next one, if you stay for another movie and promise more snuggling you can pick the next one."
Alden hopped up from the couch after messaging puckersaurusrex about finally going to get his hedgehog. It was sad it’d taken this long to finally get the man his pet, but Alden wasn’t going to judge, maybe mumble and joke but never judge how long this decision took for the man to make. He walked into Aly’s room, stopping in the doorway to smile at his daughter, singing and dancing around her room, not hearing her father when his knuckles made contact against the door a few times. “Aly,” he called her name loud, causing her to almost jump out of her skin. Piercing blue eyes trained themselves on him and her lips formed into a smile, causing the seven year old to laugh. “Daddy, you scared me!” she exclaimed. “What’s up?” she asked, taking the earbuds out of her ear and flopping down onto her bed. The action caused her to bounce a little and Alden repeated something mother always told him. “You break those springs and you’re sleeping on the floor. I’m not joking, little doll.” Blue eyes rolled in their sockets in disbelief of what she thought was an idle threat from her father. “But anyways, we’re going down to the pet store to get Puck a hedgehog, and he wants you to come too. You down for this?” Alden asked. All he had to say was pet store and she was up and putting on her shoes before the rest of the question was out of his mouth. “Let’s go! Am I getting a puppy?!” Alden’s brows knit together at the question, not sure how the words Puck getting a hedgehog could translate into her getting a puppy. “No. No you aren’t, Aly cat. We aren’t getting another pet. We can share Norman with Giselle. Okay?” After having lost a dog that he’d loved for years to a bad break up, Alden was hesitant about bringing another pet into the fold. “Let’s hit it and unless you have money, no you can’t get anything.” He smirked just as he heard her whine; knowing that she’d spent all of her allowance as soon as she got it. The pair headed for his SUV and drove out to Oceanfront Condominiums to pick up Puck. He shot him a text, to let him know he was in the lot and to head on out when he was ready and also to hurry the fuck up. Alden knew the man would have something smart to say about that last part.
GENERAL NOTES → Rachel and Noah go out on a little outing in an attempt to plan out his date with Santana.
In retrospect, maybe agreeing to be alone with someone who looked like he wanted to devour you in one go wasn't the brightest of ideas but this was all for a good cause! There was a valid excuse for her to be out of the comfort of her apartment and for her to be using her legs that burned if she stretched a certain way, and that was Santana Lopez. Dating wasn't something Rachel's dearest roommate was known for so imagine her surprise when that's what she told her. A date with Puck! Santana was a surprise, adding Noah into the mix had Rachel in complete awe. Of course when he asked for her assistance, Rachel couldn't very well back down and say no. This was sort of a monumental step. Making sure that it wasn't a premeditated disaster was Rachel's duty as roommate and friend.
An hour, he said, and Rachel found herself knocking at his door precisely on time looking none too spectacular. No need to impress, really, Noah's probably seen her in her lazy clothes more often than she's even aware of, probably. He's made his interest about her clear before but this isn't even about her so why even bother to look anything but comfortable? She knocked out a little trill of a song on his door and stood leaning against the opposite wall as she waited for the Greek God incarnate to make his appearance.
Notes: Kurt has some choice words to tell Noah after avoiding him for the few days that him and Blaine have been in Lima.
He parks in front of Puck's house and slams the car door after he exits. Once he reaches the front door, Kurt bangs on the wood loud and hard. "Noah! Open the damn door. Now!" He clenches his fists at his side before crossing his arms and tapping his right foot.
