Fic Fill
Another drabble meme prompt fill.
He knows when he first brings her home that Rachel is the sort of girl mom’s adore. Like, he gets it. She’s perky and wouldn’t dream of doing anything illegal and does all her homework and encourages him to do his and brings him his homework when he’s skipped school or he’s sick or whatever. She’s just a total sweetheart.
But at the same time, she’s also Finn’s girlfriend, and fuck making that mistake twice. (Baby Beth Fabray-Puckerman and the endless possibilities still haunt him in his dreams.) Like, maybe in another time or place or planet when Finn Hudson didn’t get first pick of all the best girls, him and Rachel could have had something. But she’s pretty fuckin’ in love with Finn, and that’s whatever, and he’s trying to be a good or a better guy who doesn’t fuck up everything he touches.
He’s also a sucker for punishment, though, and sometimes he just can’t help himself. That’s sort of how he and Rachel become friends, really, the kind of friends who sometimes go out after Glee practice when Finn’s off doing whatever and get food together or Slushies or just drive around aimlessly singing along to cheesy old rock songs on the solid gold oldies station he likes to listen to and he’s turned Rachel on to.
Sometimes she just comes to his house to hang out because she likes the crazy Puckerman household, all the noise and arguments over stupid shit, and when they play board games together on a Wednesday night and do Trivial Pursuit on a Sunday, (fuck you if you think that’s lame) she likes to come over and help out or join in because they’re all noise and arguments and entertainment that Daddies Berry apparently do not offer.
She always helps him do dishes ‘cause his mom makes him do it by hand and half the time water goes more places in the kitchen than on the actual dishes, but it’s fun, the kind of fun he could maybe sort of picture having with her one day if they like, got married, or whatever, in the far distant future.
(In the same alternative universe where she doesn’t wind up living happily ever after with Saint Finn.)
His mom comes into the kitchen one time when he’s trying not to be a raging pervert and has “accidentally” made Rachel’s white shirt completely see through and he’s laughing as she’s trying to cover the fact that her bra is in fact neon pink and lacy (and really fucking hot) and sighs at the two of them as Rachel throws the sponge down his shirt and he grabs her, holds her against him, until his mom’s sigh breaks them apart.
Once Rachel leaves that night, his mom gets that look on her face he hates to see, when she asks him if he knows what he’s doing, what he could do, and he’s all, “mom, I’m not going to make the same mistake twice, fuck.” She asks him to just be careful and makes some comment about how perfect Rachel is and he doesn’t understand how she can say that when she’s also trying to warn him away from her, away from having feelings for her in the same sentence.
Like, as much as it sucks, his mom’s kinda a wise lady. She knows her shit. Unfortunately, this also means that she realises what he doesn’t want to admit.
He’s sorta in love with Rachel.
Another one of Finn’s girlfriends.
Fuck his life, legit.
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Regional’s comes and his mom signs up for chaperone. This follows yet another conversation about his feelings for Rachel after she catches Rachel asleep on Puck’s lap, the end credits of some craptastic movie she’d picked rolling on the TV. His fingers are tangled in her hair, and he’s just sitting there afraid to move in case he wakes her.
And then in walks his mom, flicking on lights and yabbering away, and Rachel’s out of the house like a rocket.
He rubs his hand through what’s left of his hair and groans before stomping up the stairs to bed. His mom follows him though, asking if he’s thought about what this might mean for his friendship with Finn.
Contrary to popular belief, he’s not a complete dick. He knows he has some weird, somewhat retarded feelings for Rachel. She’s a cool chick. He likes her a lot, likes hanging out with her, likes her cookies and her knee socks, and sure, he’d love to fuck her and love for her to be single and shit, but it’s just fantasy.
Finn’s probably the one she belongs with, and he knows better now than to mess with a good thing.
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She knows her son has these feelings for Rachel that he wants to sweep under the carpet and call platonic, or because she’s an attractive Jewish girl and they share similar musical interests.
She’s not against him having these feelings for her, either, because at least if they were together there would be hope for him to produce some good looking, talented, beautiful, gifted grandchildren, and she would more than love Rachel to be an actual family member.
That girl is so lovely, has been brought up so well, and she’s what any mother would hope her son would bring home to marry.
It’s just a shame Finn picked Rachel first, and that Rachel doesn’t yet know that Jewish men are the kind of men a girl should marry. Even Noah’s grandmother adores Rachel, and she’s the sort of bitter old lady that Aviva is scared to death of becoming.
She watches her son perform with the strong feeling of pride she wondered if she’d ever feel for her son (because you can’t exactly feel proud about a boy with a small criminal history and was on the verge of being kicked out of school if Rachel hadn’t come along and somehow convinced him to pick up his grades.) He’s watching Rachel perform her solo, and even as he dances away from her, his eyes keep drawing back to her.
As he touches her, his touch lingering for a few beats too long, Aviva is struck with the realisation that her son isn’t just attracted to the pretty girl from Glee Club.
She’s pretty sure he’s down right in love with her, and that’s a scary thought.
It’s almost confirmed when they finish, and the applause is so loud that there’s no question about who will be taking home the trophy tonight, and Noah immediately reaches out for Rachel, to pull her into his arms.
They look perfect together, but there’s Finn off to one side exchanging high fives with some of the other Glee boys, and it’s a big glaring reminder that once again, her son has fallen in love with a girl that belongs to someone else.
Sometimes she just wants to wrap him up in her arms and cuddle him, protect him from the world like she used to try to do when he was a baby and just loved to be held.
She watches as Rachel moves over to Finn, watches as Noah’s eyes flicker over to them with an unreadable expression as he momentarily watches them, and then turns his eyes to flirt with the awful Spanish girl who Aviva wishes would just stay away from him altogether, because she’s so promiscuous, she has a reputation even at a Jewish Temple she doesn’t belong to.
And then her eyes flick back to Rachel just in time to see Finn say something to her and Rachel steps back as if she’s been slapped. He’s turning around to say something to Quinn, (she thinks it’s possible that if you’re in Glee Club and you’re not Jewish, you have to be promiscuous, between the awful Spanish girl and the decidedly un-Jewish girl who got pregnant and broke Noah’s heart with a baby he couldn’t have and tried to corrupt him with talk of bacon) and Rachel’s looking hurt and unhappy and Aviva just wants to push her towards Noah with the promise that he’ll be better and won’t make her sad and that if she just marries her lovely, (although sometimes misguided) Jewish son, she’ll get any happy ending she aspires for.
Rachel’s sort of standing off to one side as Finn stands talking to Quinn, offering her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, ruining what could quite possibly be one of the best moments of Rachel’s young, budding musical career. Aviva watches as Rachel fights back tears of probably embarrassment and hurt, as he hugs Quinn a second time, and then Rachel tries to move away to talk to someone else.
She stops when she sees Noah and the awful Spanish girl talking and she’s laying her hand on Noah’s arm and he’s laughing and winking, and the look on Rachel’s face tells Aviva that maybe her son’s not the only one in love with someone they aren’t supposed to be in love with.
She can’t exactly yell for Noah to wake up and stop flirting with the girl who can’t keep her legs closed and chase after the beautiful Jewish girl that could produce some beautiful, musically gifted grandchildren Aviva has long dreamed about. Noah’s all about looks and social status, and being embarrassed horribly by his mother in front of all his friends isn’t going to help him maintain his “badass rep.”
But once Rachel has gone from the stage and the poor girl is probably sitting somewhere in the wings with her stage makeup streaking down her cheeks, she watches her son glance around for someone else to talk to and obviously notices that there’s someone missing.
Because that’s what happens when you love someone. You feel it when they’re gone, you feel it when they’re hurting, there’s just some unexplainable reason why, but you know it. You feel it.
He glances over to Finn, standing beside Quinn, holding her hand where he’s probably always rightfully belonged, and Noah exits the stage, to (Aviva hopes) find Rachel and fix things.
It’s a romantic story right out of a romance movie, and Aviva is praying that it comes out with a romantic perfect ending she’ll be able to relay to their children one day.
(She’s also been lighting a candle daily in Temple for this occurrence.)
There’s a call from Mr Schuester for the Glee kids to line up with their trophy and to get ready to return to school and waiting parents, but Rachel and Noah haven’t returned.
It’s Aviva’s duty as a chaperone to make sure all the kids make it home, so she sets out to find her son and Jewish Rachel.
She’s wrapped in his suit jacket and his arms are around her as they sit with their legs hanging out a fire exit. He’s promising her it will be okay in whispers that his mother has to strain her ears to hear, that she’ll find someone who actually deserves her and won’t be a “fucking prick” to her as he hugs her that much tighter.
Rachel cries and says something about that promiscuous non-Jewish Santana, something about interrupting the reunion tour, and Noah shakes his head at her as he leans over to kiss her on the forehead.
Aviva moves that much closer to hear the next words out of her son’s mouth. “I’ve got what I want right here. I’m right where I want to be.”
Gosh, she loves that her son is nothing like that father of his. The best thing that man ever did for her beautiful boy was leave him behind.
She wants to photograph the way Rachel is looking at her son right now, all hope and love as she reaches for his hand and questions his words.
“I kinda fuckin’ love you, you know?” He says, and she smiles like she’s just won Regional’s and hasn’t just had her boyfriend break up with her on stage after the best win because he can’t pretend any longer that he doesn’t still partially love his ex girlfriend.
Aviva accidentally makes a loud noise that pulls them apart from their moment as Rachel’s about to say something back.
“Sorry, we need to leave.” She informs them, as if she has just walked in and hasn’t been praying and listening and hoping for this moment for at least a year.
She looks the other way later that night when Noah comes stumbling in with Rachel trailing behind him, laughing together as they bump into furniture as they kiss and try to make their way up the stairs to his bedroom.
She turns her radio on and wonders how Rachel would feel about an August wedding at their Temple. She resolves to wait at least a week before she brings the subject up over breakfast.
He knows when he first brings her home that Rachel is the sort of girl mom’s adore. Like, he gets it. She’s perky and wouldn’t dream of doing anything illegal and does all her homework and encourages him to do his and brings him his homework when he’s skipped school or he’s sick or whatever. She’s just a total sweetheart.
But at the same time, she’s also Finn’s girlfriend, and fuck making that mistake twice. (Baby Beth Fabray-Puckerman and the endless possibilities still haunt him in his dreams.) Like, maybe in another time or place or planet when Finn Hudson didn’t get first pick of all the best girls, him and Rachel could have had something. But she’s pretty fuckin’ in love with Finn, and that’s whatever, and he’s trying to be a good or a better guy who doesn’t fuck up everything he touches.
He’s also a sucker for punishment, though, and sometimes he just can’t help himself. That’s sort of how he and Rachel become friends, really, the kind of friends who sometimes go out after Glee practice when Finn’s off doing whatever and get food together or Slushies or just drive around aimlessly singing along to cheesy old rock songs on the solid gold oldies station he likes to listen to and he’s turned Rachel on to.
Sometimes she just comes to his house to hang out because she likes the crazy Puckerman household, all the noise and arguments over stupid shit, and when they play board games together on a Wednesday night and do Trivial Pursuit on a Sunday, (fuck you if you think that’s lame) she likes to come over and help out or join in because they’re all noise and arguments and entertainment that Daddies Berry apparently do not offer.
She always helps him do dishes ‘cause his mom makes him do it by hand and half the time water goes more places in the kitchen than on the actual dishes, but it’s fun, the kind of fun he could maybe sort of picture having with her one day if they like, got married, or whatever, in the far distant future.
(In the same alternative universe where she doesn’t wind up living happily ever after with Saint Finn.)
His mom comes into the kitchen one time when he’s trying not to be a raging pervert and has “accidentally” made Rachel’s white shirt completely see through and he’s laughing as she’s trying to cover the fact that her bra is in fact neon pink and lacy (and really fucking hot) and sighs at the two of them as Rachel throws the sponge down his shirt and he grabs her, holds her against him, until his mom’s sigh breaks them apart.
Once Rachel leaves that night, his mom gets that look on her face he hates to see, when she asks him if he knows what he’s doing, what he could do, and he’s all, “mom, I’m not going to make the same mistake twice, fuck.” She asks him to just be careful and makes some comment about how perfect Rachel is and he doesn’t understand how she can say that when she’s also trying to warn him away from her, away from having feelings for her in the same sentence.
Like, as much as it sucks, his mom’s kinda a wise lady. She knows her shit. Unfortunately, this also means that she realises what he doesn’t want to admit.
He’s sorta in love with Rachel.
Another one of Finn’s girlfriends.
Fuck his life, legit.
--
Regional’s comes and his mom signs up for chaperone. This follows yet another conversation about his feelings for Rachel after she catches Rachel asleep on Puck’s lap, the end credits of some craptastic movie she’d picked rolling on the TV. His fingers are tangled in her hair, and he’s just sitting there afraid to move in case he wakes her.
And then in walks his mom, flicking on lights and yabbering away, and Rachel’s out of the house like a rocket.
He rubs his hand through what’s left of his hair and groans before stomping up the stairs to bed. His mom follows him though, asking if he’s thought about what this might mean for his friendship with Finn.
Contrary to popular belief, he’s not a complete dick. He knows he has some weird, somewhat retarded feelings for Rachel. She’s a cool chick. He likes her a lot, likes hanging out with her, likes her cookies and her knee socks, and sure, he’d love to fuck her and love for her to be single and shit, but it’s just fantasy.
Finn’s probably the one she belongs with, and he knows better now than to mess with a good thing.
--
She knows her son has these feelings for Rachel that he wants to sweep under the carpet and call platonic, or because she’s an attractive Jewish girl and they share similar musical interests.
She’s not against him having these feelings for her, either, because at least if they were together there would be hope for him to produce some good looking, talented, beautiful, gifted grandchildren, and she would more than love Rachel to be an actual family member.
That girl is so lovely, has been brought up so well, and she’s what any mother would hope her son would bring home to marry.
It’s just a shame Finn picked Rachel first, and that Rachel doesn’t yet know that Jewish men are the kind of men a girl should marry. Even Noah’s grandmother adores Rachel, and she’s the sort of bitter old lady that Aviva is scared to death of becoming.
She watches her son perform with the strong feeling of pride she wondered if she’d ever feel for her son (because you can’t exactly feel proud about a boy with a small criminal history and was on the verge of being kicked out of school if Rachel hadn’t come along and somehow convinced him to pick up his grades.) He’s watching Rachel perform her solo, and even as he dances away from her, his eyes keep drawing back to her.
As he touches her, his touch lingering for a few beats too long, Aviva is struck with the realisation that her son isn’t just attracted to the pretty girl from Glee Club.
She’s pretty sure he’s down right in love with her, and that’s a scary thought.
It’s almost confirmed when they finish, and the applause is so loud that there’s no question about who will be taking home the trophy tonight, and Noah immediately reaches out for Rachel, to pull her into his arms.
They look perfect together, but there’s Finn off to one side exchanging high fives with some of the other Glee boys, and it’s a big glaring reminder that once again, her son has fallen in love with a girl that belongs to someone else.
Sometimes she just wants to wrap him up in her arms and cuddle him, protect him from the world like she used to try to do when he was a baby and just loved to be held.
She watches as Rachel moves over to Finn, watches as Noah’s eyes flicker over to them with an unreadable expression as he momentarily watches them, and then turns his eyes to flirt with the awful Spanish girl who Aviva wishes would just stay away from him altogether, because she’s so promiscuous, she has a reputation even at a Jewish Temple she doesn’t belong to.
And then her eyes flick back to Rachel just in time to see Finn say something to her and Rachel steps back as if she’s been slapped. He’s turning around to say something to Quinn, (she thinks it’s possible that if you’re in Glee Club and you’re not Jewish, you have to be promiscuous, between the awful Spanish girl and the decidedly un-Jewish girl who got pregnant and broke Noah’s heart with a baby he couldn’t have and tried to corrupt him with talk of bacon) and Rachel’s looking hurt and unhappy and Aviva just wants to push her towards Noah with the promise that he’ll be better and won’t make her sad and that if she just marries her lovely, (although sometimes misguided) Jewish son, she’ll get any happy ending she aspires for.
Rachel’s sort of standing off to one side as Finn stands talking to Quinn, offering her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, ruining what could quite possibly be one of the best moments of Rachel’s young, budding musical career. Aviva watches as Rachel fights back tears of probably embarrassment and hurt, as he hugs Quinn a second time, and then Rachel tries to move away to talk to someone else.
She stops when she sees Noah and the awful Spanish girl talking and she’s laying her hand on Noah’s arm and he’s laughing and winking, and the look on Rachel’s face tells Aviva that maybe her son’s not the only one in love with someone they aren’t supposed to be in love with.
She can’t exactly yell for Noah to wake up and stop flirting with the girl who can’t keep her legs closed and chase after the beautiful Jewish girl that could produce some beautiful, musically gifted grandchildren Aviva has long dreamed about. Noah’s all about looks and social status, and being embarrassed horribly by his mother in front of all his friends isn’t going to help him maintain his “badass rep.”
But once Rachel has gone from the stage and the poor girl is probably sitting somewhere in the wings with her stage makeup streaking down her cheeks, she watches her son glance around for someone else to talk to and obviously notices that there’s someone missing.
Because that’s what happens when you love someone. You feel it when they’re gone, you feel it when they’re hurting, there’s just some unexplainable reason why, but you know it. You feel it.
He glances over to Finn, standing beside Quinn, holding her hand where he’s probably always rightfully belonged, and Noah exits the stage, to (Aviva hopes) find Rachel and fix things.
It’s a romantic story right out of a romance movie, and Aviva is praying that it comes out with a romantic perfect ending she’ll be able to relay to their children one day.
(She’s also been lighting a candle daily in Temple for this occurrence.)
There’s a call from Mr Schuester for the Glee kids to line up with their trophy and to get ready to return to school and waiting parents, but Rachel and Noah haven’t returned.
It’s Aviva’s duty as a chaperone to make sure all the kids make it home, so she sets out to find her son and Jewish Rachel.
She’s wrapped in his suit jacket and his arms are around her as they sit with their legs hanging out a fire exit. He’s promising her it will be okay in whispers that his mother has to strain her ears to hear, that she’ll find someone who actually deserves her and won’t be a “fucking prick” to her as he hugs her that much tighter.
Rachel cries and says something about that promiscuous non-Jewish Santana, something about interrupting the reunion tour, and Noah shakes his head at her as he leans over to kiss her on the forehead.
Aviva moves that much closer to hear the next words out of her son’s mouth. “I’ve got what I want right here. I’m right where I want to be.”
Gosh, she loves that her son is nothing like that father of his. The best thing that man ever did for her beautiful boy was leave him behind.
She wants to photograph the way Rachel is looking at her son right now, all hope and love as she reaches for his hand and questions his words.
“I kinda fuckin’ love you, you know?” He says, and she smiles like she’s just won Regional’s and hasn’t just had her boyfriend break up with her on stage after the best win because he can’t pretend any longer that he doesn’t still partially love his ex girlfriend.
Aviva accidentally makes a loud noise that pulls them apart from their moment as Rachel’s about to say something back.
“Sorry, we need to leave.” She informs them, as if she has just walked in and hasn’t been praying and listening and hoping for this moment for at least a year.
She looks the other way later that night when Noah comes stumbling in with Rachel trailing behind him, laughing together as they bump into furniture as they kiss and try to make their way up the stairs to his bedroom.
She turns her radio on and wonders how Rachel would feel about an August wedding at their Temple. She resolves to wait at least a week before she brings the subject up over breakfast.