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

Tiny Little Feet || Puckleberry 

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This is exactly the reaction he was getting, well, sort of. He knew she would be happy and shit about him buying her dream furniture set and he had a feeling there would be tears, but this was a hell of a lot more dramatic than he thought it would be. He watched her look at the boxes with awe, as if they were the greatest things ever. He rubbed at the back of his neck with one of his hands, the other dug deep into the front pocket of his jeans. Fuck, he was actually slightly embarrassed about this and he didn’t know why. Maybe because it felt good to see the look on her face and know that he’s the one that put it there, only him, with his own money. So, yeah, that smile was only because of him. And he was looking forward to seeing that more often. Especially if he got kisses like this one too, he loved it when she kissed him like this. Way more than he should. His hands settled on either side of her stomach, thumbs brushing along the curve like they always do. He smiled down at her, “I’m an idiot that loves you so fucking much I don’t believe it’s real sometimes.” It was true though, sometimes he thought he was going to wake up and this was all going to be a dream. That would be the worst, seriously. He nodded in agreement, putting the box into the back with the rest and making sure it’s secure before moving to her side of the truck. He does the usual, scoop her up and put her in the front. He then gets in on his side, starts the truck and opens his arm for her, “Where to, baby?”

“It’s real,” she whispered, her forehead pressing against his. “It would be a very cruel dream if it wasn’t.” She smiled at him, watching him lift the box. She bit her lip, getting slightly turned on by him doing that. It was the way his muscles moved that had her fanning herself a bit. She really needed to get her hormones under control. She smiled as he lifted her into the truck and crawled right into his arm. “Babies want Chinese.” She rubbed her belly, laying her head on his shoulder. She let out a yawn, closing her eyes a bit. All she was planning on doing was resting them, but she ended up falling asleep. It wasn’t until the truck turned off that she woke up. She looked up at the house, stretching a bit. She looked over to find him smiling softly at her and she smiled back, kissing him. “You took everything in already?” She saw him nod and she let him lift her out of the truck. Taking his hand, she grabbed the bag of food and lead him into the house. “I want to assemble things while we eat.” She got a second wind from her short nap, enough where they could eat and get the room ready for their babies. She went up the stairs and into the nursery, seeing that his mother was already painting the room the color she had envisioned. “How…” She looked behind her, seeing Noah smirking. Tearing up, she walked over to him, burying her head into his chest. “What did I do to deserve someone as great as you?”