Joined at the Wrist

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee. I do not own 'Set the Fire to the Third Bar' by Snow Patrol ft Martha Wainwright, though I do recommend checking it out. I do not own 'Dear John'. Also, the 'Derek Zoolander' face (from the movie, Zoolander) is not mine.

AN: Third part of this random little fic. Thank you for everyone for reviewing.

Bree.


Chapter 3

We both needed to use the bathroom before finding somewhere to sit.

"There's a slight problem". I started, going in first.

"'S'at?"

"There's no way I am going to be able to… function effectively if you stand outside".

"Right…"

"The toilet is right the way over there".

He poked his head round the door to see what I meant.

Then shrugged.

"We are friends now, right?"

"Yes…"

"Go on then, you go first".

He really is lovely.

"Hey! You didn't tell me I had mud on my face! Sorry, didn't mean to look round at you. Now what are you doing?"

He was standing right next to me, his whole side against mine.

"Washing my hands".

"Yes. Okay. Right."

What was wrong with me?


I was glad to sit down at a table, as my legs were uncharacteristically shaky.

"Is there something on my face?"

Great. Now I was staring at him.

Well, it's not totally my fault, he has incredible bone structure and amazing eyes and….

"Babe?"

"Yuh?"

"What would you like to drink?" The waiter repeated.

"Water will be fine, thank you".

His warm hand found mine on the table.

"Are you okay?"

A lot better now. Argh. Argh!

Some hormonal teenager had overtaken my body! I was Rachel Berry! I had conditioned myself to exist in a world free of distraction. I had not planned to find the perfect man (whom I would marry and have children- a boy and a girl- with after 2 successful Broadway shows) for another 3 or 4 years!

"I recommend the roasted vegetables and couscous", Noah was saying.

I realised I hadn't spoken in a while.

"This song, what's it like?"

"Well, I'd kinda play the guitar, and then we sing, it's quite a slow song, but it's nice."

I nodded.

We spent the rest of the meal arguing about which children's TV show was the best.

And then we had a thumb war.

It was as though we had been best friends for life.


"Are you cold?"

He could see I was cold dammit, I was blue and shivering!

"Will you let me warm you up?"

I just nodded.

"Woah. You didn't even go off on one about not wanting me in your music-note panties!"

"What exactly does 'warming me up' entail?" I inquired, looking into those captivating hazel eyes of his.
"Big hug", he grinned.
All hugs should be like that.


"You went to see Dear John?" I asked, almost managing to hide my smile of amusement as he handed me the sheet music he had printed off.
"I was dragged", he pouted, making himself comfortable on my bed with his guitar. "Ma threatened me with watching Disney movies with my sister if I didn't go with them".

I smirked, and then quickly tried to change it into a straight face, ending up with something which can only be described as a 'Derek Zoolander'.
"It's a brilliant song for us to sing together- shift over a bit".
He just nodded, testing out a few of the chord progressions. I didn't realise just how much of the bed he was taking up. I had to practically sit on his leg to join him on the bed.

This was not a bad thing though, as I was still a little chilly and he was still very warm and the smell of roasted vegetables had combined with his positively edible scent of cinnamon and mint.
I wondered what he would do if I took a bite of his arm.
"Ready?"
Concentrate Rachel. Concentrate.
"Yup".

(Both-to understand the harmonies, check out the song- I especially recommend the version with Cheryl Cole)

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

His deep voice lingered in my ears.
"That was... That was beautiful Noah".
He grinned at me.
"You were like, I dunno, sounded different."
"In a good way? Or a bad way?"
"Good. Definitely good."
"Hmmm".
So.

"I need to take a shower", I announced.

"Okay…"

I thought quickly.

"Okay. We have to go outside- then I will climb in through the window which is just behind the shower, and you can stand outside".

He thought this through.

"Okay".

"Right".

He looked at me expectantly.

I was not sure whether to feel disappointed that he didn't offer some dirty remark about wanting to shower with me or shocked at myself for wishing that he had.

"Babe, do you have some, like, I dunno, magazine about like, interior design and shit?"

Was he trying to tell me he was gay?

I grabbed a few from the coffee table and led him round the house to the bathroom window.

"Are you sure you can get in through that?" He asked dubiously.

I flashed him my 'oh please' look.

"I'll have you know, I am very flexible", I said haughtily.

He nodded slowly, and started reading the first magazine with manic intensity.

Maybe he was gay.

Maybe he wanted to talk to me about it because I have two gay dads.

Maybe that was why he was being so nice.

"'Kay. I'll give you a leg up".

I stretched out a bit first (I definitely didn't want to be pulling a muscle- that would be disastrous) and I quite literally had to prise Noah's attention away from an article about flower arranging when I had finished.

"Ready?"

"3-2-1…"

"Are you alright?"

"Yup. This sort of exercise is well within my body's capabilities".

"Ah. Okay."


At the end of the shower I was very much hoping that Noah was in fact bisexual, because the image of him all steamy and naked which my betraying mind had conjured up in the confines of the shower, left me with the overbearing desire to see if my imagination did him any justice.

I stepped out of the shower in a kind of daze.

And there was Noah sitting on the toilet. (Well, not actually on the toilet- he was sitting on the toilet with the lid closed).

"Noah! I'm naked!"

"Yes. Yes you are… naked".

"Can you at least pass me my towel? And what the hell are you doing in here!"

"I wanted to see if you were alright! You were being aaaaaggges, and on that ER programme the other day, someone got knocked out in the shower and drowned".

Aw. So sweet.

And then I remembered I was still standing there naked.

"Towel. Thank you".

I gulped as he turned round again.

"Noah? I have to know, are you, erm… excited because of me being naked or because of those photographs for the kitchen design competition?"

"What? I'm straight! You! All naked and wet and the water trickling down between your breasts".

The towel slipped off my shoulder and his eyes flew to the exposed skin.

There was a long silence.

"S'nine o'clock babe."

His voice was very low and gravelly. Very, very sexy. Shuttup brain.
"Really? Already?"
Already? Damn.

Neither of us moved.

"Your clock's fast", I decided.

"Yeah? What time is it really?"

He took a step closer now, and it felt like my heart was about to jump right out of my mouth (and I am well aware that that is not possible).

"Uh... well... It must only be around 5pm... I would have thought..."

"5pm?"

I nodded.

"4 hours..." He said slowly and I really wanted him to kiss me.

I know. I really wanted Noah Puckerman to kiss me.

Stranger things have happened.

Honestly they have.

"What to do in 4 hours", he murmured.

"Well..."

There was about a foot between us now, and he still smelled amazing, and his hazel eyes had darkened and his tented crotch and just him made such an enticing combination that I had difficulty breathing for the first time since I had begun vocal training.

If he didn't do something quickly I was going to lick his face.

"But I wanna do this properly yeah, cos... I wanna do it all properly".

I nodded. I didn't think I would be able to speak coherently.

"So we should probably, like, plan a date or something first..."

"Nah..."

He looked surprised.

"No? As in, you don't want to be my girlfriend?"

"I really do want to be your girlfriend Noah. Really really."

"So..."

"I mean, can this afternoon count as a first date?"

"Making it okay to, I dunno, kiss you?" He gulped and added, his voice slipping even deeper, "With tongues?"

"Oh definitely", I said, and when his eyes flicked to my lips this little moan sounded and I think it came from me.

His hands moved slowly to rest on my hips.

Heat seeped through the towel and warmed my whole body.

Our lips crashed together.

Good grief I had forgotten how good a kisser he was.

I couldn't move my hands because I was clutching at the towel, so I made up for this by being particularly enthusiastic with my response to his tongue sliding gently along my bottom lip as our lips moulded perfectly together.

He tasted even better than he smelt.

Absolutely divine.

And we just stood there in the bathroom, the shower door steaming up so much you could barely see through it, making out.

And it was great.

He didn't even try to touch my breasts.


Later we had to take a quick break for me to answer the phone.

It was Mercedes, informing everyone that the only way to break the elastic was by melting it with a blowtorch (she also gave me a long list of things that didn't work but Noah was nuzzling his face in my neck and I couldn't really concentrate on what she was saying).

I had completely forgotten that I was joined at the wrist to Noah.

But being joined at the lips did somewhat overshadow the need to remedy this.


The End.


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