Rachel Berry || 18 || Senior || Dating Noah Puckerman

"I've been called many names, like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good."- Barbra Streisand
Text || Harmony
  • Rachel: I AM SO, SO SORRY! I went shopping with Britt and I was going to text you when I got home, but I fell asleep on the couch.
  • Rachel: I am never this forgetful or anything. Please forgive me.

(Source: shonnia21)


lonewolf-puck:

Exactly, that’s what I was thinking. I am too, for that same reason. And I know it’s something you will never complain about. You don’t say, I guess we’ve got something to look forward to besides being parents. Very, very busy. I might stay home with you some of those days just for that reason. It’s not your fault, I’m fine now. I’m just happy that that’s the only bruise visible for anyone to see. I don’t know how many times I’ve marked you. I’m looking forward to this, way more than I thought I would.

I love how we think so much alike now. It makes things easier. I never complain about the things you do to make me relax. Speaking of which, could you rub my back? We really do have something to look forward to then. Now, now, I will not have you sacrifice your education to sedate my sexual needs. I’ll just use a toy or my hands when you aren’t home. I can’t believe your mother is trying to make me go on bed rest that early, though. Are you sure? Oh goodness. It was the only spot I couldn’t reach with my make-up. Some days I wonder if you are part vampire with the way you mark me! Same here. You’re going to be the best dad ever. I know it.

(Source: kurtsies)


Next person to insult my girlfriend, dead.

lonewolf-puck:


Here We Go Again || Puckleberry

lonewolf-puck:

It’s been a month since he’s sung this too her, but it was always his go-to song now. Sometimes even more so than Sweet Caroline, but he had a feeling that would change as soon as they found out whether or not their baby was a boy or a girl. Either way, it will always still symbolic. It was just that, this song was more personal. It was about Rachel, about them. All of his feelings for her wrapped up into one, it was a good way to let her know how he felt when he couldn’t find the words. When he felt her shift a bit, he pulled away and looked down at her and then he looked down at her stomach where her hand was sitting. He looked back up at her while he continued, smiling at her and then brushing the tip of his nose against hers. “I love you too,” He said, right after finishing the last line together. He smiled as he listened to Rachel talking to their baby, still in disbelief that it was possible for him to be this happy. Really. He couldn’t full grasp it. They both looked back at each other, bringing hand up to brush the hair out of her face and comb through her hair. “She’s going to be perfect, no matter what. But I want her to have your everything, seriously. Hair, eyes, mouth, nose,” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of it. And then he reluctantly slid himself out from inside her with a small groan, laying down next to her on his side and splaying his own hand on her stomach while nuzzling her neck with his nose.

She scrunched her nose up as he kissed it, whimpering as he pulled out. She hated when he left her body. It felt wrong. She laid her head on his, putting her hands on his. “If it’s a boy, I want him to look like you. Eyes, hair, mouth, personality.” She smiled, sighing happily. “He’ll be a mommy’s boy. I’ll make him be one,” she said, chuckling. She knew her children would have favorites. All kids did. She preferred her daddy over her papa, even if daddy scared Noah. “I want a girl though. And I want her to have a better life than I did. I don’t want her to be bullied for her dreams or clothes or because her parents had her as such a young age. I want her to be motivated, but not naive. Tell her that there is a guy you can write up on paper that may seem perfect, but that the perfect guy could be her best friend.” She looked at Noah, sighing. “And I want her to know that her parents love her more than anything in the world. That she’ll always have both of us.” She lifted his hand, kissing his palm before setting it back on her stomach. “And she’ll never know that I put off Broadway for her. I don’t want to be Shelby, putting my career before my family. Broadway will always be there, but she comes first. You come first. We are going to be happy whether I go to Broadway now, or wait until she’s older. And I am excited of our plan to move to Texas. I never thought I would be, but I am.”


lonewolf-puck:

It won’t be that long, I know it won’t. I know, let’s hope neither of us panic so we can avoid that situation. Well, I know ways I can help you relax, you know that. I love you both too, a lot. She would. Yeah, well, I get it in the weight room after school lifting with the guys and I have to go easy after one of our long nights. I hope she does. Daddy’s little girl, you have no idea how fucking awesome that sounds.

It’ll probably go by fast with everything else we have to do. I am praying for it on a daily basis. We really can’t afford more stress. I do know that. I also know your go-to thing to make me relax. Did you know that a woman’s libido increases in her second trimester? Combine that with our sex life… we are going to be very busy people. I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want you hurting. She will. If she’s anything like me, she love you just as much as I do. I have some idea. And she will be one.

(Source: kurtsies)


Next person to insult my girlfriend, dead.

lonewolf-puck:



tell me you don’t want my kiss that you’re needing distance

tell me you don’t want my kiss
that you’re needing distance

(Source: mermaidblues)


Next person to insult my girlfriend, dead.

lonewolf-puck:


lonewolf-puck:

We’ve got seven months, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed that I don’t. Nah, you’ll be relaxed all the time if I have anything to do about it. She is, you and her. I don’t even know how we did that, it still surprises me. My back still hurts too. I think she will, I really do. Especially you.

Seven months. When you say that, it makes it seem so much longer. My fingers are crossed as well. When you panic, I panic and then no one is happy. You know I have issues relaxing. We love you, lots. You know how embarrassing it is to change for gym and Santana points it out each time? Oy vey. I think she love you as well. Daddy’s little girl.

(Source: kurtsies)