Best Kept Secrets
Title: Best Kept Secrets
Author: snuffybaby
Disclaimer: RM and Co. own the Glee Universe
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Pairing: Puckleberry
Word Count: 1,622
Spoilers: up to 210 just in case.
Summary: FF; Based on prompt from puckrachel drabble meme:
15north:
Glee club reunion.
"No one knows we've been married since we graduated."
Author's Note: last unposted drabble I have... another older prompt... probably a little unbelievable... but enjoy...
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"Puck!"
Noah smirked when he heard his old nickname. He hadn't been called that in ages. He looked toward the approaching man and nodded. "Rutherford, what are you doing here? You didn't even graduate from McKinley."
"Came with the missus."
"Who'd you get hitched to?"
"Santana."
"Congratulations, man." Noah shook his hand.
"Almost three years now. We bumped into each other in LA, started dating, and eloped in Vegas."
"Kids?"
"None so far." He shrugged, "We're in no rush."
"Kids are great."
"You've got kids?"
"Three." Noah pulled out his wallet and showed Matt the mini-Puckermans. "My little girl, Caroline is three. The twins, Eli and Jack just turned one."
"Can't believe you're a family man now. We all figured you'd be a bachelor for life."
"Married going on ten years now."
"Out of high school?" He said in surprise.
Noah shrugged, "When it's right."
"Is your wife here?" Matt glanced around trying to spot someone that looked hot enough to be Puck's wife.
"She's here somewhere."
"Who's here somewhere?" Mike Chang popped up beside them.
"Puck's bride. Dude's been married for ten years."
Mike's brows shot up in shock and surprise. "Seriously?"
"You? Married? Kids?" Noah asked to veer the conversation away from him.
"With university, grad school and finding a full time job? Unlikely. Tina and I are still together though. We finally moved in together."
"Totally against Asian parents' wishes too," Matt interjected.
"We've been together for eleven years. We weren't gonna wait any longer. Besides, living in a city ten hours away, our parents don't have much say." He shrugged sheepishly.
"Is Tina here?" Noah asked, glancing around for a grown goth Asian chick.
"She's busy catching up with Kurt and Mercedes. I think she was going to stop to chat with Artie and Brittany too."
"Looks like the original Glee club is all here," Matt remarked with a smile. "I spotted Quinn, Finn and that other dude Sam earlier. The only one unaccounted for is the famous Miss Berry."
"I don't think anyone is really expecting to see her here." Mike commented. "High school wasn't exactly kind to her... Especially not Glee Club. And she's a famous movie star now. I can't imagine her having any reason to show."
"Movie star, music star, Broadway legend," Matt commented "I knew the girl was talented. Didn't think she'd actually get so far."
"I always knew she'd go places. If the douches at McKinley couldn't bring her down, no one could." Noah took a sip of the beer in his hand. "It was only a matter of time for the world to realize it. And look at her now. Laughing at all the idiots that bullied her in high school. Giving them the finger for every twenty million dollar movie she makes and double platinum CD she releases." He shook his head, "No, there really is no reason for her to show up here tonight." He smirked, "Except as a favor to me."
Matt and Mike looked at him curiously.
Noah gave them a slight wave, set down his beer at the nearest table and headed over to the brunette bombshell that sauntered into the hall.
Silence settled over the banquet hall as everyone spotted the famous actress.
Rachel gratefully took Noah's arm. "I still don't understand why you made me come."
"Babe, look around you. See the envy, the jealousy; the blind pandering and starry eyed idolizing? This is where you get to rub their idiotic noses in the fact that you made it... And they're all still the Lima losers that they always were and always going to be."
"Noah, I didn't need to come here for that. I haven't cared about what these people think in ages." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Do you want to know when I stopped caring? As soon as I became Mrs. Rachel Puckerman. Yours is the only opinion I care about. Yours and the kids'."
"So you want to leave now?"
She thought for a moment, looking around at all the faces of her high school tormentors. "Maybe one dance?"
"Your wish is my command." Noah took her hand and guided her to the dance floor.
Rachel sighed with content in the comfort of her husband's arms. "No one knows we've been married since we graduated. Do you think that cat is out of the bag now?"
"Can't keep secrets forever." Noah replied. "Why? You ashamed of me?"
"Not a chance. I always believed in you. And I was right to."
--
Breaking News!
It's been discovered that famous triple threat, Rachel Berry has been secretly married to high school sweetheart, Noah Puckerman for more than ten years. This fact was uncovered when Berry and Puckerman both made a brief appearance at their ten year high school reunion.
Sources close to the couple stated that they shared a quick dance before departing and spending the rest of the evening in their private residence in their home town of Lima, Ohio.
Puckerman, a well known financier, earned his first million while completing his degree at NYU. Now worth a reported five hundred million dollars, he spends the majority of his time working side by side with his wife as a song writer, a guitarist, and a loving father of the couple's three infant children.
The couple can currently be found in New York while Berry prepares for her next run on Broadway.
--
"The fuck is this?" Santana sneered at the latest entertainment report.
Matt looked up from reading the daily news. "What?"
"Says here that Puck is worth half a billion. How did that Lima loser become a millionaire?"
"Hard work and the love of a good woman?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you're a grown up now. You shouldn't be using that kind of language and you really shouldn't be jealous of people you treated like dirt in high school."
"What's THAT supposed to mean?"
"It means that I haven't heard you speak like that since high school. What is it about Puck and Rachel that pisses you off so much?"
Santana bit her lip, barely able to return her husband's gaze. "She was a freak in high school and his future was either as a junkie or in jail."
"That's your opinion."
"And everyone else's!"
"We were stupid teenagers back then and didn't know better."
She looked at him dumbly. "How could we all be so wrong? How did we not see it?"
"What does it matter? We grew up and moved on from high school."
"It matters because we kept in touch with an elementary school teacher (Q), an accountant (M), a firefighter (F) and a couple of run of the mill office workers (S,A,B). We could be best friends with a famous movie star and a millionaire."
Matt put down his newspaper and looked at his wife in disbelief. "Did going to your high school reunion revert you back to the days of high school? Why are you suddenly unsatisfied with your life?"
"Puck and I were close in high school-"
"You mean when you were a slut?"
"We were friends," she argued.
"No. You were fuck buddies. Just like you and Brittany. And you and half the guys at that school. You were a spoiled rich bitch who thought you were entitled to ruin everyone's life. You didn't care about people. You cared that people belonged to you." Matt studied her for a moment. "You regret dumping Puck? Let me tell you something, Santana. If you and Puck had stayed together, he probably would have ended up in jail or as a junkie. You were toxic in high school. You were toxic in college. It wasn't until your father cut you off that you finally learned how to be a decent human being."
He stood slowly from his chair. "Grow up, Santana. There was no way in the world that you would have ended up as Mrs. Noah Puckerman, millionaire housewife."
--
Rachel looked out into the seats and spotted her husband sitting center row, center seat. As soon as the run through was complete and the director called break, she called out, "Noah, what are you doing here?"
"Secret's out, babe. I figured I'd take the opportunity to watch you in your natural habitat," he said cheekily.
She hopped off the stage to join him. "You've seen me perform before."
"Rehearsal is different." He wrapped his arms around her, tugging him into his lap.
"Oh, really. How so?" Her arms went around his neck.
"I get to see your process. See the development of your character... Besides, I just like watching my sexy wife in action."
"Shouldn't you be out making another million dollars somewhere? Maybe start a new charity to spend some of your easily earned money?"
"Easy? I worked hard for that money?"
"So hard," she wiggled in his lap, a not-so-subtle double entendre. "Your finger must be extremely strained from all the mouse clicking."
"Babe," he groaned, her enticing tush driving him crazy, "you're killing me."
"You love it."
"Most definitely." He nuzzled her neck.
"Then it's time to go home for some alone time."
"What about your rehearsal?"
"I'm a Broadway legend. Do you really think I need this much rehearsal? I'm done for the day."
"The kids?"
"With their doting granddaddies for another three hours."
"Then move your tight behind." He shoved her to her feet, grabbing her hand and dragging her out the front door of the theater to the waiting town car.
"My things," she cried in dismay, while laughing at her husband's antics.
"Just tell your PA to get them for you. That's what we pay him for anyway."
--
The End
Author: snuffybaby
Disclaimer: RM and Co. own the Glee Universe
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Pairing: Puckleberry
Word Count: 1,622
Spoilers: up to 210 just in case.
Summary: FF; Based on prompt from puckrachel drabble meme:
15north:
Glee club reunion.
"No one knows we've been married since we graduated."
Author's Note: last unposted drabble I have... another older prompt... probably a little unbelievable... but enjoy...
--
"Puck!"
Noah smirked when he heard his old nickname. He hadn't been called that in ages. He looked toward the approaching man and nodded. "Rutherford, what are you doing here? You didn't even graduate from McKinley."
"Came with the missus."
"Who'd you get hitched to?"
"Santana."
"Congratulations, man." Noah shook his hand.
"Almost three years now. We bumped into each other in LA, started dating, and eloped in Vegas."
"Kids?"
"None so far." He shrugged, "We're in no rush."
"Kids are great."
"You've got kids?"
"Three." Noah pulled out his wallet and showed Matt the mini-Puckermans. "My little girl, Caroline is three. The twins, Eli and Jack just turned one."
"Can't believe you're a family man now. We all figured you'd be a bachelor for life."
"Married going on ten years now."
"Out of high school?" He said in surprise.
Noah shrugged, "When it's right."
"Is your wife here?" Matt glanced around trying to spot someone that looked hot enough to be Puck's wife.
"She's here somewhere."
"Who's here somewhere?" Mike Chang popped up beside them.
"Puck's bride. Dude's been married for ten years."
Mike's brows shot up in shock and surprise. "Seriously?"
"You? Married? Kids?" Noah asked to veer the conversation away from him.
"With university, grad school and finding a full time job? Unlikely. Tina and I are still together though. We finally moved in together."
"Totally against Asian parents' wishes too," Matt interjected.
"We've been together for eleven years. We weren't gonna wait any longer. Besides, living in a city ten hours away, our parents don't have much say." He shrugged sheepishly.
"Is Tina here?" Noah asked, glancing around for a grown goth Asian chick.
"She's busy catching up with Kurt and Mercedes. I think she was going to stop to chat with Artie and Brittany too."
"Looks like the original Glee club is all here," Matt remarked with a smile. "I spotted Quinn, Finn and that other dude Sam earlier. The only one unaccounted for is the famous Miss Berry."
"I don't think anyone is really expecting to see her here." Mike commented. "High school wasn't exactly kind to her... Especially not Glee Club. And she's a famous movie star now. I can't imagine her having any reason to show."
"Movie star, music star, Broadway legend," Matt commented "I knew the girl was talented. Didn't think she'd actually get so far."
"I always knew she'd go places. If the douches at McKinley couldn't bring her down, no one could." Noah took a sip of the beer in his hand. "It was only a matter of time for the world to realize it. And look at her now. Laughing at all the idiots that bullied her in high school. Giving them the finger for every twenty million dollar movie she makes and double platinum CD she releases." He shook his head, "No, there really is no reason for her to show up here tonight." He smirked, "Except as a favor to me."
Matt and Mike looked at him curiously.
Noah gave them a slight wave, set down his beer at the nearest table and headed over to the brunette bombshell that sauntered into the hall.
Silence settled over the banquet hall as everyone spotted the famous actress.
Rachel gratefully took Noah's arm. "I still don't understand why you made me come."
"Babe, look around you. See the envy, the jealousy; the blind pandering and starry eyed idolizing? This is where you get to rub their idiotic noses in the fact that you made it... And they're all still the Lima losers that they always were and always going to be."
"Noah, I didn't need to come here for that. I haven't cared about what these people think in ages." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Do you want to know when I stopped caring? As soon as I became Mrs. Rachel Puckerman. Yours is the only opinion I care about. Yours and the kids'."
"So you want to leave now?"
She thought for a moment, looking around at all the faces of her high school tormentors. "Maybe one dance?"
"Your wish is my command." Noah took her hand and guided her to the dance floor.
Rachel sighed with content in the comfort of her husband's arms. "No one knows we've been married since we graduated. Do you think that cat is out of the bag now?"
"Can't keep secrets forever." Noah replied. "Why? You ashamed of me?"
"Not a chance. I always believed in you. And I was right to."
--
Breaking News!
It's been discovered that famous triple threat, Rachel Berry has been secretly married to high school sweetheart, Noah Puckerman for more than ten years. This fact was uncovered when Berry and Puckerman both made a brief appearance at their ten year high school reunion.
Sources close to the couple stated that they shared a quick dance before departing and spending the rest of the evening in their private residence in their home town of Lima, Ohio.
Puckerman, a well known financier, earned his first million while completing his degree at NYU. Now worth a reported five hundred million dollars, he spends the majority of his time working side by side with his wife as a song writer, a guitarist, and a loving father of the couple's three infant children.
The couple can currently be found in New York while Berry prepares for her next run on Broadway.
--
"The fuck is this?" Santana sneered at the latest entertainment report.
Matt looked up from reading the daily news. "What?"
"Says here that Puck is worth half a billion. How did that Lima loser become a millionaire?"
"Hard work and the love of a good woman?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you're a grown up now. You shouldn't be using that kind of language and you really shouldn't be jealous of people you treated like dirt in high school."
"What's THAT supposed to mean?"
"It means that I haven't heard you speak like that since high school. What is it about Puck and Rachel that pisses you off so much?"
Santana bit her lip, barely able to return her husband's gaze. "She was a freak in high school and his future was either as a junkie or in jail."
"That's your opinion."
"And everyone else's!"
"We were stupid teenagers back then and didn't know better."
She looked at him dumbly. "How could we all be so wrong? How did we not see it?"
"What does it matter? We grew up and moved on from high school."
"It matters because we kept in touch with an elementary school teacher (Q), an accountant (M), a firefighter (F) and a couple of run of the mill office workers (S,A,B). We could be best friends with a famous movie star and a millionaire."
Matt put down his newspaper and looked at his wife in disbelief. "Did going to your high school reunion revert you back to the days of high school? Why are you suddenly unsatisfied with your life?"
"Puck and I were close in high school-"
"You mean when you were a slut?"
"We were friends," she argued.
"No. You were fuck buddies. Just like you and Brittany. And you and half the guys at that school. You were a spoiled rich bitch who thought you were entitled to ruin everyone's life. You didn't care about people. You cared that people belonged to you." Matt studied her for a moment. "You regret dumping Puck? Let me tell you something, Santana. If you and Puck had stayed together, he probably would have ended up in jail or as a junkie. You were toxic in high school. You were toxic in college. It wasn't until your father cut you off that you finally learned how to be a decent human being."
He stood slowly from his chair. "Grow up, Santana. There was no way in the world that you would have ended up as Mrs. Noah Puckerman, millionaire housewife."
--
Rachel looked out into the seats and spotted her husband sitting center row, center seat. As soon as the run through was complete and the director called break, she called out, "Noah, what are you doing here?"
"Secret's out, babe. I figured I'd take the opportunity to watch you in your natural habitat," he said cheekily.
She hopped off the stage to join him. "You've seen me perform before."
"Rehearsal is different." He wrapped his arms around her, tugging him into his lap.
"Oh, really. How so?" Her arms went around his neck.
"I get to see your process. See the development of your character... Besides, I just like watching my sexy wife in action."
"Shouldn't you be out making another million dollars somewhere? Maybe start a new charity to spend some of your easily earned money?"
"Easy? I worked hard for that money?"
"So hard," she wiggled in his lap, a not-so-subtle double entendre. "Your finger must be extremely strained from all the mouse clicking."
"Babe," he groaned, her enticing tush driving him crazy, "you're killing me."
"You love it."
"Most definitely." He nuzzled her neck.
"Then it's time to go home for some alone time."
"What about your rehearsal?"
"I'm a Broadway legend. Do you really think I need this much rehearsal? I'm done for the day."
"The kids?"
"With their doting granddaddies for another three hours."
"Then move your tight behind." He shoved her to her feet, grabbing her hand and dragging her out the front door of the theater to the waiting town car.
"My things," she cried in dismay, while laughing at her husband's antics.
"Just tell your PA to get them for you. That's what we pay him for anyway."
--
The End