He rests his forehead lightly against hers, exhaling softly as he hugs her close. Rachel fucking Berry is arousing and comforting at the same time, and it's something he's never experienced before with anyone else. [He wonders what that Freud guy would have to say about that. He can do kinky. Maybe she has something kinky planned for them tonight. Maybe they have fruit and chocolate syrup, and he can spread a towel out in bed and have dessert using her body as his plate...]

It takes him a moment or two to process her words, but his lips curve into a soft smile against her cheek. Somehow, it feels right to be holding her for this moment. [Fuck, he's growing a vagina.] "You got a call? You got a part, baby? Fuck, that's awesome. M'so fucking proud of you, Rach. Seriously, that's... fuck, I love you." His mouth trails kisses over her cheek and neck; he's unwilling to release her to do anything more.

[And maybe he doesn't entirely understand what she means, but rehearsals mean that she auditioned for something and she got called and hired, right? So, he's proud of her for that. That's good, right? She can explain the finer details whenever it's convenient for her. He's just happy for her and proud that she got something that she clearly decided was worthy of her time and talent. That's his girl.]