She laughs. That's all she can think of to do. Because why does Noah even know that and did he just pick the song because of the name and honestly, it's better stress relief than crying so she'll take what can get.He's trying to make her feel better and it's working, so that's all that matters. She laughs until her sides hurt and tears stream down her face and she's surprised to find that not only does she have some left over but she isn't crying in the slightest. Her hand finds his, squeezing it tight in her lap as she tries to catch her breath.

She doesn't know what to do, or say as the laughter dies down. She wants to reassure him that she's not laughing...at him though. "Thank you, Noah." She lets go of his hand, reaching up under her skirt and shimmying out of her panties (they're white with a little red bow on the front), hanging them on the rearview mirror before she braces her hands on the leather between them, leaning over to kiss the corner of his mouth. "But you're wrong, you know. I'm Rachel Barbra Berry." She presses a kiss full on his lips then, settling back into her seat and crossing her legs. "Let's go. If I have to look at this building much longer I may actually have a fit."