It's been ages since I've even looked at my poor little fictable, but I fancied writing something and didn't know what, so here we are.

This isn't really shippy, in either sense, but I've been really enjoying the whole P/R dynamic this year from a general friendship point of view, because a) it's nice for Rachel to have friends, and b) it's ( Read more... )

She lays there on her bed for almost two hours, watching the shadows lengthen along her wall and up onto the ceiling, until it’s almost dark out and she’s starting to think about putting on a light, but hasn’t decided to do it yet because of the energy that it would take for her to sit up and move from the bed. She’s debating it silently when Noah ( Read more... )

 
( “Noah, I love you. I’m in love with you.” He spins round and his eyes are wide with surprise, and bright with moisture. She knows her own eyes are glistening with freshly formed tears as well, but she’s started now, she has to keep going. )

Noah Puckerman is infuriating. Honestly. He really just gets underneath her skin and tries to strangle the metaphorical goat that lives there and sometimes, when the night is quiet and the air in her bedroom is hot and still and she can’t get to sleep because she’s so annoyed at him and his face and his hair and his, just, himness, she really ( Read more... )

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It’s clear to her in the weeks following that things have changed irrevocably. He’s pulling away from her, and not subtly or slowly, he’s launching a full scale retreat on their friendship and it’s killing her. When they are together he is absent, vacant, reserved, he won’t touch her or meet her eyes really. She feels repulsive and ugly and ( Read more... )

 
( They spot each other at practically the same moment from their opposite sides of the grocery store. She smiles and attempts a little half-wave, he just looks stricken, which makes her falter a little bit on her way over to him. )

 
( She weaves her arm around his back as they go and she feels a little guilty as she thinks about how comfortable this feels, the two of them like this, and how she’s actually kind of glad that Noah’s mystery girl was a no-show. )

“We don’t talk about it after. I know you, Rach, you’re gonna wanna have like, a post-mortem or some shit so that you can-” here he raises his hands to make air-quotes and widens his eyes just so, “‘glean as much from the experience as possible’, and I’m not doing that. You wanna do this, I’ll do it, but you take from it what you will. Got it?”

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