66Summary: "She slowly waved the can between the pair, daring them to follow her, before turning on her heel and sprinting towards the port-a-potties outside." Had Rachel been the one to find Puck. AU from Special Education
Beginnings
The Sectionals Trophy looked beautiful in their choir room. Part of Rachel wanted to believe that it was even more stunning than their Nationals Trophy.
"I know we gave that corny speech about their hard work and how we knew they could do this," Kurt began. "But…"
Rachel nodded, understanding exactly what he was trying to say. "But we did this too."
And they had. After months of struggling, endless confrontations with Sue Sylvester, and the doubts and insecurities of their new New Directions, they were Sectionals winners once again. Two college students had somehow turned Sue's regime upside down and steered McKinley's glee club back on track. Maybe that was why she loved the purple trophy so much. In all her life, she had never felt so damn accomplished than standing on a small stage in Ohio and hearing her team win.
"God, this feels almost as good as getting Fanny."
"Tibideaux's gonna give us an amazing grade for our third year project." Rachel grinned at him. They both knew even an F wouldn't get their spirits down. "This experience. I'm thinking about going for a master in teaching once we're done at NYADA. It just feels right. I loved it, Rach… and I'd be finishing Finn's dreams for him."
She threw an arm around his waist and dropped her head onto his shoulder as they walked out of the room and down to the auditorium. "Oh no. Should you really do that?"
He frowned. "Why?"
"I mean, is it a good idea to make you a teacher? No one else will stand a chance! Every school in the country will be fighting to have you as part of their staff."
Kurt rolled his eyes and laughed. "Tough. Look out, world. Here comes, Professor Hummel." She hummed happily in agreement. "So… ready for this?"
"God no. I've been dreading this."
"Kitty's going to throw a fit," he warned her. Rachel smirked. Somehow, in their time back in Lima, Kitty Wilde had become quite a close friend. Kitty was all ambition, cut throat in getting what she wanted, and when she saw the same spirit in Rachel, could not help but fall for the Berry charm herself. In no time at all, Kitty was defending Rachel's opinions, siding with her over Kurt when it came to song choices and choreography, and inviting herself to visit her in New York once they had to return to school. "I don't get how you do it. Quinn, Kitty, Puck. It's like you wave a magic wand and all the assholes and bitches suddenly turn from the dark side."
Rachel clicked her tongue. "Kitty was always nice. Deep inside… very deep. World's biggest sinkhole deep."
"Nonetheless she'll freak. Do you think she'll cry? I heard she bawled when Quinn left after that first Thanksgiving break we had."
"Probably not. They already know something's up. It's never a normal glee meeting when it's at the auditorium. Kitty's probably set herself up for bad news."
The sarcastic remark Kitty called out when they walked into the auditorium proved her right. The New Directions were all sitting scattered around the stage, the former Warblers occupying most of the available seats so as not to dirty their trousers. The blonde cheerleader, however, was standing at attention, her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised. "So, can I guess the dramatic speech you're gonna give us this time?" she asked. "Has our choir room burned down and now we have to crawl to Carmel with our tails between or legs, begging them to let us join Vocal Adrenaline?"
The uniformed boys sent her dirty looks, not that she noticed. "We didn't beg for anything," one of them grumbled.
Rachel gave her a disapproving shake of her head but Kitty just grinned at her. "Well? What is it, teach?"
Mr. Schue rushed down the opposite auditorium entrance, panting when he reached them at the stage. "Sorry. Am I late?" he questioned the two mentors, who shook their head and took a spot on either side of him. "Good… good. Alright, guys. Rachel and Kurt have something they have to say to you."
Kurt nodded. "As you know, Rachel and I were supposed to stay for another month or so to start preparations for Regionals."
"Supposed to?" Jane said immediately. Her lips turned downwards and she began to look sadder by the second. "You aren't staying?"
Everyone erupted into loud protests and questions. Rachel held her hands up and waved them in the air, motioning for them to settle down. Although some listened, most were still throwing in their two cents about the revelation. "But you promised!" Kitty whined. "What are we going to do without you?"
The brunette smiled at Mr. Schuester and placed her hand on his shoulder as a response to Kitty's question. "I think you guys are forgetting that we're leaving you with the man that brought us to Nationals. It's not that we want to leave, but exam schedules have been pushed up two weeks earlier."
"Which means, the whole schedule had to be fixed," Kurt explained. "Our project presentations have been moved to the end of this month and we have to go back to discuss everything with our advisor."
"We'll be back in time to watch you guys for Regionals," Rachel swore. "And we'll be there when you guys make it to Nationals."
"This sucks," Mason pouted. "We've been with you guys from the start. It'll be so weird without you." Jane patted his thigh, but the downtrodden expression on her face said she felt the same way.
"Please, two weeks with Mr. Schue and you'll be glad to be rid of us," Kurt snorted. "He's the best. Kitty can back us up on that. Not only will he be like your favorite uncle, but believe you me, you'll be getting another Nationals win with him."
Rachel tried not to snicker when she noticed the man getting misty-eyed. She cleared her throat and brought her attention back to the group in front of her. "The point is that Kurt and I, as much as we hate it, are going back earlier than we thought we would but we're so proud of you guys. We'll miss you all so much." Kitty shoved Rod and Spencer out of her way when they moved forward with Madison to hug their mentors. Rachel let out a startled "oomph" when the girl threw herself at her, hugging her tightly around the waist. She laughed into Kitty's shoulders and rubbed her back comfortingly. "Oh, come on. I give you full permission to hate me again. Would that make it easier to let me leave?"
"Shut up, Berry," Kitty mumbled embarrassedly. "Don't forget us small people when you get back to New York and all those Broadway producers are begging you to dropout of NYADA again."
"You're acting like you wont see me in a few months at Regionals," she teased. "But I promise you'll be the first name I drop in my 'thank you' speech when I get my first Tony. After my director and producer… and my dads and Noah. And Mr. Schue. And Kurt and Blaine-"
"Oh, just shut up," she repeated with mock anger.
Kurt pulled Rachel away from Kitty, much to the cheerleader's annoyance. "Anyway, guys. To say sorry, Rachel and I decided we'd throw you all a party at her house."
Rachel grinned with a nod. "Dad and Daddy are away on vacation, something about taking time to rekindle the romance," she told them with a roll of her eyes and a gag. "So, my house is free and we can party all night, but we don't want it to be our goodbye party, because this isn't a goodbye. This is a celebration of New Directions' comeback!"
Once the last bell rang, everyone was headed towards Rachel's house. True to her suggestion, they stayed until very late, singing karaoke and munching on all the food their hosts had got for them. At the end of the night, Rachel and Kurt were sitting in the corner, watching their mentees with tiny smiles on their faces.
"I'm gonna miss being with them every day," Kurt confessed.
She sighed and nodded in agreement. "We did good, didn't we?"
"I can't imagine how Blaine is going to top this for his project next year."
Noah tore the last page off of the "Puckleberry" Countdown Calendar with a smile. It was decorated with bright colors, balloons and confetti drawn around the words "Moving Day!" His heart leapt as he traced his fingers over the letters.
"Noah! Where are you?! If you think I'm going to carry your things up these stairs-"
Puck rolled his eyes and jogged out of their bedroom. Rachel was standing in the middle of their living room, her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently. Boxes and furniture lay askew around their empty space, surrounding her irritable form. He ignored her glare and waved the page in her face.
"We finally made it, mama."
Rachel bit her lip through a smile and took the paper from him. She read the words over then pressed it against her heart. Their parents and friends were downstairs, helping them take the rest of their things out of the moving van. They were alone for the first time in twenty-four hours, and though they knew someone would be up to interrupt them soon, she was euphoric enough not to care. Noah caught her in a hug when she lunged forward and smashed their lips together. He stumbled back into the wall with a bark of laughter. Unable to stop himself, he picked her up and flung them both onto the couch a few feet away. His hands were just about to tear her shirt off when they heard someone clear their throat at the door.
"Can't you wait until we're gone to christen the apartment?" Blaine snorted.
Mrs. Puckerman stood behind him, glowering at her son. "Noah Puckerman, you get off poor Rachel and come downstairs to help with the heavy lifting."
Puck gaped at them, then scowled. "She jumped me!" Mrs. Puckerman clicked her tongue, marched in, and twisted his ear. "Ow! O-ow, shit, ma! Let go!" She pulled him up by his lobe, pinching him harder despite his pleas. "Jesus Christ! What the hell?!"
"You would blame your libido on poor Rachel?!" she spat.
"Why do you always call her that?! She's worse than I am!"
"Noah," Rachel gasped. He turned to her and saw the mischief in her eyes. She wouldn't dare… "I understand you're a bit frustrated right now, but to make me look like I was keeping you from helping everyone out?"
It was all the woman needed to hear. She shrieked and shoved Noah into the hallway. "Why she puts up with you, I'll never know!"
"Ma!"
Rachel giggled cheekily when the Puckermans disappeared while Kurt came in through the door. "That was so mean, Rachel," Blaine scolded, though he couldn't hide his amusement.
She waved it off dismissively. "He knows I'll make up for it tonight with wild, freaky sex. Is everything out of the van?"
Kurt gave her a thumbs up. "Your dads are already heading back to U-Haul to drop the truck off. Jake and Sam are coming up with some more of your stuff. So, what'd you do to Puck this time?"
"Let his mom think he tried to molest me instead of carry boxes up," she said casually.
He scoffed, bending down in front of the mirror leaning against the wall. "I don't understand Mama Puckerman. How can she be so blind to how evil and lascivious you are?"
"I made her 'whore of a son' settle down," Rachel stated flatly. "I could kill a man in front of her and she'd still swear I did no wrong. And I'm not evil!"
"I don't know, Rachie," said Blaine over Kurt's mutterings of how she didn't deny her lecherousness towards Puck. "That was pretty horrible what you did. He's gonna get an earful from her now."
"And again, I'll more than make up for it tonight," she answered brightly. Just then, Jake and Sam came into the apartment, panting as they carried her armoire in. "Careful!" she shouted when they dropped it with a thud. Jake gave her a disbelieving yelp and Sam huffed indignantly.
"I'd like to see you carry that up five flights of stairs!" the blond argued. "We could barely hold it up anymore!"
"Seriously," Jake groaned. "Of all the apartment buildings in New York, you two decided on the one that didn't have an elevator."
Rachel turned her nose up at them and went to Blaine, who threw a supportive arm around her waist. "I'm going to ignore your negativity because nothing can get me down today. We just graduated. Noah and I are finally moving in together. I've been called to audition for three different shows-"
"Wicked," Sam interrupted.
Jake rolled his eyes. "And the Guys and Dolls revival."
"And Wicked," Sam said again.
"And The Fantasticks!" Kurt squealed excitedly, missing the sarcasm in Sam and Jake's tones.
"And did she tell you guys about Wicked?"
Rachel slapped the both of them when they neared her. "Jerks," she grumbled. Noah walked in next with a box in his arms, his mother behind him with a much smaller one in hers. "Noah! Jake and Sam are making fun of my auditions!"
He narrowed his gaze at her, ready to spit an annoyed retort but a kick to the ankle from his mother stopped him immediately. "Knock it off, assholes. And go back down before someone steals the rest of our shit," he said instead, still glaring at his beaming girlfriend. Mrs. Puckerman brushed passed him and set the box on the couch. After Puck had done the same, he pulled Rachel out of Blaine's embrace and into his own. "I hate you, you know that?" he whispered furiously.
"Now that's not true," she sniggered. "Why would you be moving in with me if you hated me?"
"She spent the entire way down the stairs and up telling me how I need to be a better boyfriend. 'How would you like it if someone treated your sister like this?'" He hissed, mimicking his mother's voice. Noah rolled his eyes, thinking of the girl who had insisted on going with the Berrys to drop the moving van off, knowing they'd get her some sort of present on the way back. "Like Jake would ever let Rebecca out his sight long enough for her to get a boyfriend."
Rachel glanced at Jake, who just disappeared down the hall once more with Sam and Blaine. Whenever Puck's mom was working a double shift, Jake would pick his sister up from school to babysit her. It didn't take long at all for him to grow to love her as much as Noah did and soon enough, he was taking his brotherly duties very seriously. Not that loving Rebecca was such a hard task. Rachel's dads absolutely adored her and were the first to spoil her with gifts. Even Jake's mom would insist on joining her son when he took her out.
"She's reaching that age, you know?" Rachel warned. "Rebecca's a teenager. You two won't be the only men in her life anymore."
"Like hell," he said immediately. "Bex is too good for this world. There's no doucher out there that Jake and I will ever approve of."
She tried to hide her chuckle. The irony of the situation was too much for her to handle. Jake and Noah, the biggest womanizers of their teen years, were trying to shield their sister from sex-hungry boys. "Speaking of Bex, I hope her and daddies come home soon. Looks like your mom is already putting our kitchen to use."
Puck looked over his shoulder and saw his mom taking pots and pans out of their boxes and washing them at the sink. He had noticed the grocery bags lying on their counter, but had assumed Rachel was already trying to stock their fridge and pantry. "So, she's the one that went food shopping."
"She said she wanted to cook for us as her housewarming present. Something about her baby boy missing her homemade dishes now that you aren't living with her," Rachel teased.
Puck could've blushed. He poked her side and looked around to make sure no one had heard her. "Would you lower your voice? No one knows she calls me that!"
"Oh don't be embarrassed, baby boy!" she exclaimed. "I think it's so cute! I mean, I know you certainly love it when she calls you baby boy, right baby boy?"
He shoved her away irritably. "Rach, would you-"
"Baby boy?" They whirled around to look at Jake, who had dropped the boxes he was holding onto the floor. The boy stared at them before falling against the doorway and laughing hysterically. "B-baby boy?!"
"Jake," Puck growled. "Shut your fucking mouth right now or I'll-"
"You'll what, baby boy?" Jake mocked.
Before Puck could answer, Mrs. Puckerman appeared at his side with a large smile on her face. She reached up and patted Jake's cheek lovingly. "I hope you're hungry, Jakey bear." The smirk melted off of Jake's face and reappeared on his brother's. "You boys have been working so hard, I'm cooking dinner for you all tonight. Go on and help your brother move some stuff around, and then I'll call you guys when dinner is ready. Sounds good, Jakey sweetums?"
Jake swallowed roughly and forced a smile. "S-sure, Mrs. P."
She winked as she passed Noah, showing she had overheard the way Jake was making fun of him. Noah kissed his mother's cheek gratefully. "Well? You heard my mom," Noah snickered. "Let's at least set the table up so we have something to eat on, Jakey sweetums."
"Shut up, Puck," Jake griped, humiliated.
Soon enough, the table was set up, Rebecca and Rachel's fathers were home, and dinner was nearly done. Most of the boxes were moved to the side and the furniture in their living room was moved to exactly where Rachel wanted them. The rest would be done once everyone was gone and Puck and Rachel were alone to debate where everything should be placed. "Well?" Mrs. Puckerman called from the kitchen. "Go on and sit at the table!" Everyone wrestled for the remaining spots at the four-chaired table after Noah and Rachel sat down. In the end, Puck got up so that Leroy and Hiram could sit and Jake shoved everyone aside to give Rebecca the remaining chair.
"Take the stool," Blaine told Puck's mother, bringing the stool over and setting it between Rachel and Rebecca. "It's only right that you get the seat since you cooked. The rest of us can eat on the couch."
She smiled, appreciating the gesture as she grabbed paper plates and served the boys. "Just don't get any stains on the upholstery, dear." When Noah came up for his, she eyed him approvingly, proud of the way he gave his seat up to Rachel's fathers. Understanding the look she was giving him, Puck rolled his eyes, snatched his plate and went back to the table. He forced Rachel out of her seat, sat down on it, and then pulled her onto his lap. Mrs. Puckerman clicked her tongue loudly, scowling at her son.
"Noah!" Rachel whined as she shifted on his lap uncomfortably. "How are we supposed to eat dinner like this?"
"Why you stay with him, I'll never know," Mrs. Puckerman sighed then loudly called, "Noah, you stand up right now!"
He shrugged in response. "I'm comfortable here."
"Well I'm not," Rachel laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly. "What the heck is in your pocket? It hurts to sit on!" The corners of his lips pulled into a wide smirk and snorted into her shoulder when she realized how poorly worded her question was. She looked at their parents, horrified, and yelled at the others when they began to cackle at her expense. "Th-that's not what I meant! There really is something hard in his pocket!"
"You're telling me," he quipped, bouncing her slightly. Rachel screeched and slapped her hands over her face. Even her fathers were laughing at her. Mrs. Puckerman came up behind him and slapped the back of his head lightly. "Ma! Keep hurting me and everyone will think I was abused as a child!"
"Oh, you no good little- Noah Puckerman, did our talk about being a better boyfriend not get through to your thick head? And your poor sister is sitting there, having to listen to your filth!"
Rebecca blushed, looking as if she wanted to argue that she'd already heard most of these jokes before, but thought better of it and turned her attention back to her food.
"Yeah, Puck," Jake said pityingly. "Even I wouldn't make a sex joke in front of my girl's dads. That's like, asking to be killed."
"Are you gonna come sit with us or not?" Blaine asked, hoping to sway the conversation in a direction that would no longer embarrass Rachel.
Puck shook his head firmly. "If she's so uncomfortable, she can reach into my pocket and get it out herself." The boys roared with laughter once more.
Rachel leapt off his lap with a growl. "Oh honestly!" Puck stared at her with a brow raised. "Well?! Are you gonna get up or what?"
He stood from the seat and jutted his hip out at her. "Be gentle."
"Puck, would you just shut up already?" She was too annoyed to see Leroy and Hiram give each other excited glances. Rachel glared at his pocket as though offended by it, looked around at everyone who was watching her, then shoved her hand inside, ignoring the way Noah was snickering. "Shut it you," she groused. "Of all the childish things to make me do, on our moving day of all days, you childish, inconsiderate-"
Her words caught in her throat and she let out a strangled breath, whipping her hand away from him. She held it to her chest like it had been burnt. Noah gave her a teasing smile. "What's wrong, bud?"
Rachel shook her head disbelievingly. She had to be mistaken. It must have been her imagination, her mind playing tricks on her.
There was no way she had felt a square, velvet box sitting in his jean pocket.
"Noah," she squeaked, tears instantly springing to her eyes. "Wh-what? Was that a…" He placed his plate on the table and took the box out of his pocket. Mrs. Puckerman gasped behind her and Rebecca squealed excitedly. Somewhere in the direction of their living room, Rachel heard Kurt and Blaine asking each other if they knew he had planned this. "Noah…"
Noah kneeled in front of her. As if realizing there was a chance she could deny him, he felt all his confidence drain from his body while he brought the box up and opened it in front of her. There, inside, sat a very simple but beautiful diamond ring. "Rachel." His hand shook nervously as he watched a tear stray down her face. "I know a girl like you deserves a proposal on a Broadway stage or in the middle of Central Park with a huge flash mob, something huge like that… But I'm asking you right here in our new home where we're about to start another part of our life together, here in front of our friends and family… I'm asking you right after I may have humiliated you in front of our friends and family." Rachel let out a teary laugh. "Would you… I mean will you…"
Mrs. Puckerman was crying behind them, hugging Rebecca to her chest. The others chuckled quietly at Puck's attempts at proposing to her.
Finally, after another few tries at getting the words out, Rachel took pity on him, leaned down and pulled him up by his forearms. She didn't reach for the ring or hold her hand out so he could slide it onto her finger. Instead, she cupped Noah's cheek, stood on her toes and gave him a gentle, passionate kiss.
"Yes," she whispered against his lips. "Of course I will."
Jake shook his head at Santana when they noticed Puck fiddling with his tie again.
"Dude. It's centered," he drawled. "Leave it alone already."
His brother glared at him. "It wasn't straight. You'd have seen that if you weren't staring at yourself in the mirror. Christ, maybe I should've worn my uniform. I look so stupid with this tux on."
"You look great," Blaine chimed in cheerfully from behind him.
"I look like a jackass!"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You've worn a tux before, I don't know why you're suddenly freaking out about it now."
Puck growled with frustration. "Because it's my wedding! I have to look perfect! Rachel's gonna come down the aisle looking like a damn goddess while I'm standing in the front looking like a jackass!"
Sam frowned. "Quit saying you look like a jackass. Jeez, Puck, would you stop already? You're being ridiculous."
He and the others went ignored as Puck went into a full-blown rant about how they "didn't understand" and were "being insensitive on today of all days." They glanced at each other, hoping they didn't look as exasperated as they felt. When Tina came in, asking Artie to take a picture with her, they jealously watched him roll out of the room, having escaped Puck's ridiculous behavior even for a few minutes.
Had anyone said Rachel was going to be the flexible one during wedding planning, they all would have laughed as though hearing the funniest joke in a century. Rachel Barbra Berry was the one woman who would want everything done her way or not at all. So, of course, everyone was rather shell-shocked when Puck had suddenly taken the crown of Bridezilla while Rachel frantically tried her best to accommodate him and add her own ideas into the wedding at the same time. The girl herself didn't mind at all, just happy to be marrying her high school sweetheart, but their family and friends were concerned by the way Noah was turning into, well, a diva. This was a Puck none of them had ever seen. Demanding and absolute in his desires, the word "chill" no longer seemed to be in his dictionary.
"Won't you be glad once this is over and he's like, Puck again?" Quinn had asked Rachel.
The Broadway star merely smiled euphorically and shook her head. "I think it's cute. He's just acting this way because he wants the ceremony to be perfect for us. He wouldn't be like this if it wasn't important to him."
Unfortunately for Noah, Rachel's unwavering patience with her him was now wearing thin. The enclosed canopies that the bridal and groom parties were waiting in were obviously not sound proof and Rachel could hear Noah screaming from her own tent.
"What. Is. Happening?" The bride seethed. Mercedes and Quinn stepped away from her wearily. Brittany's brows popped up as she leaned n the direction of Puck's shouting to hear what he was saying. "Is he losing his damn mind? Our guests are less than fifty feet away from us! They're probably wondering if he's trying to run away right now! You boys promised you'd keep him calm today!"
Artie, who had just finished taking a selfie with Tina, bit his lip and shrugged. "We're trying Rachel, but he's still flipping out over every little thing!"
Rachel gritted her teeth and hoisted her dress up around her calves. "Wait, where are you going?" Quinn asked, rushing to follow her as she stormed towards the canopy's opening. She gripped the layers of fabric in one hand and shoved the canvas away with the other. The guests gasped when they saw her angrily marching towards the groom's tent, all her bridesmaids hurrying behind her. "Rachel!" Quinn cried desperately. "He can't see you in your dress! Just come back, we'll-"
"NOAH. PUCKERMAN."
The furious bride damn near brought the entire canopy down as she shoved herself through the entrance and pushed Noah's groomsmen out of the way.
Puck's rant finally died down and his livid features softened when he saw her. "Rachel… Oh my god, Rach, you look-"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed at him.
Blaine pressed his lips together tightly, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't laugh at the sudden fear that had taken over Puck's face. He glanced at Rachel's maid of honor and saw that Kurt was in the same position as him. In an effort to save his friend from embarrassment, he stepped beside Puck and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now, Rachel, Noah was just getting a little jittery about-"
"A little jittery?" Rachel snarled. Kurt, seeing she was about to attack the two men standing in front of her, wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against him. "Half of Ohio can hear him yelling!"
"Mama," Puck began pleadingly. "It's just- the tie looked… and the guys were being-!"
"I don't care what the guys were being or whatever the hell was wrong with your tie," she fumed. "I don't care that you wanted my bridesmaids to wear a shade of blue that matched your uniform, which you aren't even wearing. I don't care that you insisted a cascading bouquet would look better for me than the round one I wanted. I don't care that you've been keeping Kurt with you even though he's my maid of honor! What I care about is that you're still going insane when we're getting married in less than five minutes!"
"Rach, just-"
"Don't you Rach me!" she cut in, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Now you listen to me, Noah Puckerman. It doesn't matter if there's something wrong with your tie, or someone is sitting in the wrong seat, or the flowers aren't the right color-"
Noah's jaw dropped. "The flowers aren't the right-?!" One look from Rachel silenced him once more.
"You could be standing up there naked, you imbecile and I'd still want to marry you! Now would you calm the fuck down and just be happy that I still want to be your wife after the nonsense you've put us all through for the past year and half?!"
"Holy shit," Jake breathed. "Rachel just dropped an f-bomb."
Puck stared at Rachel for a moment before shooing her away with a smile. "Get out of here, Rachel. Don't you know it's bad luck to see the groom in his tux?"
She laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll see you up there."
"I love you," he whispered against her ear then watched her walk away. When Kurt and the bridesmaids were finally gone, Noah looked around at his remaining crew. Blaine, Jake, Sam, Artie and Santana were all waiting for his cue. "Alright guys… let's do this."
He led them out, made sure they lined up in the right order with the bridal party, then waited for the music to start before heading down the aisle with a beaming grin on his face, which only grew wider when he saw Rachel staring at him as though she saw her world in his eyes.