"I'm glad you did. I was scared, Noah. The best school for my brand of talent in New York had already told me I wasn't good enough and I was starting to believe it, and-..." She finds his hand with hers, squeezing. "Just accept the thank you, alright?"
She squeals, the camera rocking even more as she jumps and reaches out to push his shoulder. She's about 20 pounds soaking wet, so he doesn't go anywhere but it's the intent that counts. "I am gonna be Rachel Puckerman." She nods, agreeing with his assertion. Of course, by the time he finishes telling the camera how she's the best thing that ever happened to him, Rachel's teary eyed (it's been an emotional day, okay?!). She turns the camera back on herself, holding it with one hand while she wipes her eyes before pointing a stern finger into the camera. "You be good to this man, Rachel Berry Puckerman. I swear to God, if you scare him away, I'll know. I'll know. I will Seven Days your-...ass so fast it'll be like...3 days. Or something. I don't know, but I will get you."
"Stop laughing at me." She pouts, even if she's fighting laughter herself when she turns the camera back to him. She loses that battle when he mentions the neighbors, taking the lens back again. "After Chinese food and tequila, of course. And we never answer when they do that. Then again, by the time you see this, it won't matter. You'll have your own duplex/penthouse/townhouse/something that's nice and big with decent wall thickness. And Beth-...all the kids have their own rooms." And now the camera is back on Noah. "What else, baby?" Tonight is special for a few reasons, and she wants them all on tape.
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Date: 2012-02-06 10:01 pm (UTC)She squeals, the camera rocking even more as she jumps and reaches out to push his shoulder. She's about 20 pounds soaking wet, so he doesn't go anywhere but it's the intent that counts. "I am gonna be Rachel Puckerman." She nods, agreeing with his assertion. Of course, by the time he finishes telling the camera how she's the best thing that ever happened to him, Rachel's teary eyed (it's been an emotional day, okay?!). She turns the camera back on herself, holding it with one hand while she wipes her eyes before pointing a stern finger into the camera. "You be good to this man, Rachel Berry Puckerman. I swear to God, if you scare him away, I'll know. I'll know. I will Seven Days your-...ass so fast it'll be like...3 days. Or something. I don't know, but I will get you."
"Stop laughing at me." She pouts, even if she's fighting laughter herself when she turns the camera back to him. She loses that battle when he mentions the neighbors, taking the lens back again. "After Chinese food and tequila, of course. And we never answer when they do that. Then again, by the time you see this, it won't matter. You'll have your own duplex/penthouse/townhouse/something that's nice and big with decent wall thickness. And Beth-...all the kids have their own rooms." And now the camera is back on Noah. "What else, baby?" Tonight is special for a few reasons, and she wants them all on tape.