Noah/Puck's POV

I get it, okay? Rach likes to do the whole 'we are a couple' thing. It takes a while to get rid of the insecurities and shit, the little mind-fucks that make you want to jump up and down screaming at the haters 'hey, look at me! I am doing awesome right now – fuck you very much!'. And so, fuck my life, I find myself at a school fucking dance, watching the crowds of teen-angst and hormones writhing along to the beat (is there a beat?) of the likes of Bieber and Miley. Who the fuck chooses the DJ for these things anyway?

So worth it though, to see the smile on my girl's face, to feel her fingers intertwined with mine, her body connected to mine... fuck yeah. Gotta love it when she gets all territorial and possessive (makes me feel awesome – not that that is out there for public fucking consumption). And, for the record, any fucker stupid enough to spend more than two seconds eying up my woman gets the message loud and clear (if it means I spend a large amount of my time with my hands on that tight body or my lips exploring hers, then so be it – it's a sacrifice I am more than fucking willing to make).

The best bit, though, is how it's completely fucking natural. The feeling of fulfillment, completeness, satiety... the rightness I feel with her... it blows my fucking mind. I wouldn't want to be anywhere other than by her side; it's so fucking easy, after years of finding everything so fucking hard, being with crazy ass Berry is so fucking simple... she makes me want to be worth her, y'know?

Rachel's POV

I love that he comes to these things for me. I know he hates it, on principle. But my Noah will still come, just because I want him to... how amazing is that? I have someone who wants to do things for me, no questions asked, no compromise needed. Just because he loves me. And that makes me feel awesome. I am fairly certain everybody knows how I am feeling. It may be that my smile is a permanent feature, and somewhat more realistic than previously, or perhaps it is that I am not such a 'know-it-all/want-it-all' (yes, I am well aware of people's perception of me and my desire to be the best).

I think it speaks volumes, how Noah and I bring out the best in each other. He tones down my 'crazy' (as only he is allowed to describe my personality), and I tone down his 'badassness' (only not too much, because it really is an attractive feature as long as he remembers to ignore his violent urges). We really do complete each other, as cliché as it may seem.

I love the look in his eye when I run my hand down his chest and stomach as we dance. I love how his hand curves around my hip to draw me closer to his body. I love how my head fits neatly beneath his chin as we embrace. I love how we seem to naturally sway to the same beat, matching the on-count of the song as we dip and sway. I love how we can communicate without words, each recognising the signs of happiness, lust, or frustration as they happen along. God. I love him so much, it's crazy.

Finn's POV

See, I never made her look that happy. That secure. She was always insecure with me. Worried that some other girl was prettier, hotter... and I wasn't mature enough to know how to make that less of an issue. So, she wasn't as happy. Not like I see her now. Shit. She freaking shines, you know? I don't know why it took so long for this puzzle to be solved. I know I am meant to be the dim one, but, shit, these two? Take the freaking cake. Considering how perfect they are for each other, it took them long enough to click.

I know, everyone thinks I should be pissed or whatever, but fuck it. Me and Rach, we had to work so freaking hard to make each other happy (or seem happy), it was hard. When it's right, it shouldn't be hard... not all the time/make an effort hard. So, yeah. I'm good. They are happy, and they are my two best friends, so I am happy for them. Just look at those smiles! They think no-one is watching, but everyone is. Everyone is drawn to the light that is them... it's like if you get close enough, some will rub off on you.

Quinn's POV

That, right there. That smile. That is why I didn't want a relationship with Puck after we gave Beth up for adoption. I didn't make him smile like that. I didn't make his eyes soften, his voice deepen, his demons mellow. That is why I let him go – harsh as it seemed at the time. I knew he would find it. That person deserving of his love. It wasn't me. It just wasn't going to be, it couldn't.

Santana's POV

Bitch fucking Berry! Look at her on the floor... hot as all fuck, with the hottest guy in the room and happy! If I didn't love her I would hate her. Good thing we sorted our shit (okay, I sorted my shit) and we are good now. We are, too. Bitch is smart as all get out, and wise to boot. Fucking queen of advice! Meh, she's tough. Strong. I think our problem for so long was we were so alike – our drive, determination and self-belief. It takes maturity before those qualities can coexist, ya know?

Fucking Puck, looking like the cat that got the cream... I am happy for him. Truly. He's my boy – and I had no idea how to make him happy (long term, sure as shit he was happy short term). I see him now, and he is happy. Fucking girl! Makes me wanna puke a little...

Brittany's POV

Aw, look, Puckleberry are dancing! That's so cute. I love them. They are both really good kissers.

Mercedes POV

Those two are like a modern day Cory and Topanga...

Kurt's POV

I am so glad she went with the black Balenciaga, gorgeous much? Aw, look at him, stud muffin can't take his eyes off of her... squee

Tina's POV

That, people, is what is called an epic freaking romance. The high's, the lows... it could be a Nicholas Sparks novel made into a movie.

Mike's POV

Okay, busting out my best moves and Tina is still watching the dynamic duo over there... they're like a hallmark card – seriously. I could see it happening. Maybe for Valentine's day 'Puckzilla is stomping his way to your heart – be his Valentine or he'll stomp over the city'. No? Probably why Tina says I need to work on good old romance as opposed to sex appeal.

Artie's POV

Damn straight, yo! That's what I'm talking 'bout! My bro is getting his major mack on out on the dance floor. Find a good influence I said, and see what happens? All me, baby. I pushed it, it happened. Maybe I didn't specify Rachel, but my intention was the catalyst of this union, of that I am certain. Best advice ever.

Sam's POV

I don't really get it. How Rachel was with Finn, but seriously, her and Puck were always more of a couple from what I saw... it was weird, and confusing. The looks, the touches, the smiles – serious eye-fucking going on long before anything was official... But Quinny said to shut up, so I did. They'll get there, she said, and they did. My girl's so freaking smart!

Will's POV

I wouldn't have called it – hell, I wish I could say I did see it coming. But, no. I was deep in the denial known otherwise as Finnchel... I think the cliché of bad boy/good girl is so over done that I just didn't give it any credit. Look at how wrong I was (and, jeez, I have been wrong about a lot of things, but this tops the list). These two are perfect. My life is simpler now – I have one less diva and one less delinquent to handle - they handle each other. It works. It is good. Glee is good.

Emma's POV

Sometimes it is necessary to let go of dreams and fantasies, in order to open yourself to the possibilities of reality. By accepting and embracing people for who they are, we allow real relationships to develop, real feelings to evolve. It is easy to be in a relationship that fulfills your expectations – it is how we handle the surprises, the difficulties and the challenges that shape our destinies. We earn our happiness, that is what makes it feel so good.

A/N – seriously, idk, a bit of a different approach for this chapter, I hope you liked it (hey - let me know even!). Sorry for the late update... between end of year assignments for uni, my kids finishing school for the year (holidays) and freaking christmas! well, it's been a long last couple of weeks! I fall into bed at the end of the day thinking 'I should have written something today, my bad'...