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[His music is so loud, the bass thumping in his ears, that her footsteps up the stairs/down the hall and the slight vibration made by the opening of the door and more steps toward his bed fail to startle him until her fingers pluck the earbud from his ear. Both eyes snap open, his limbs springing rigid as he startles and falls from the bed, landing sideways on the floor; the cord disconnects from his iPod as he falls, cutting off the sound and plunging him into silence except for the racing of his heart and the faint echo of the noise in his ears.]

The fuck! [He gasps, holding his chest. Rachel doesn't startle easily. Puckerman, on the other hand? Even if he won't admit it...] What are you doing?