[He can say nobody has ever believed in him, but that isn't true. He's just not looking from belief from the right people. Rachel's always believed he had potential. Whether it was the potential to just be a nice guy, and not the asshole everyone thinks he is (that he thinks he has to be?) or the potential to go somewhere with his music ('cause the boy is talented.) or the potential to do well in school if he just tried (we're not even going to go into her whole stance on his potential to parent...). Except when Rachel speaks, no one is listening to Rachel. Everyone is tuning out 'Rachel freakin' Berry' and maybe if he did less of that, Noah wouldn't think that no one believed in him.]
[There are goosebumps over every inch of her skin. She's never done this before and the anticipation is enough to make her shiver, even if he wasn't touching her. He hums against her lips and the vibration strikes down to her toes. She's shorter than him, and has to push up on the balls of her feet to deepen the kiss then, short nails scraping at the base of his 'hawk. Then her bra's gone and she can feel the callouses on his fingers against the previously untouched flesh and all she can do is moan. Why didn't she let him do that before?]
[She'd expected him to move much faster. She'd expected this...whirlwind, but he was being so gentle, reassuring..like he cared. Maybe this was part of the appeal, then.] Rachel. [She corrects him when he calls her 'B'. The Berry is gone is unspoken.] You told me once. [She slips her hand beneath his shirt.] Told me I was pretty...
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[There are goosebumps over every inch of her skin. She's never done this before and the anticipation is enough to make her shiver, even if he wasn't touching her. He hums against her lips and the vibration strikes down to her toes. She's shorter than him, and has to push up on the balls of her feet to deepen the kiss then, short nails scraping at the base of his 'hawk. Then her bra's gone and she can feel the callouses on his fingers against the previously untouched flesh and all she can do is moan. Why didn't she let him do that before?]
[She'd expected him to move much faster. She'd expected this...whirlwind, but he was being so gentle, reassuring..like he cared. Maybe this was part of the appeal, then.] Rachel. [She corrects him when he calls her 'B'. The Berry is gone is unspoken.] You told me once. [She slips her hand beneath his shirt.] Told me I was pretty...