Honestly, English weather is as bipolar as Diana Goodman!

New York was his home. Not as in, he was destined to live and make it there like the kind of stuff Rachel used to come out with in one of her "I'm better than all of you" rants back in Glee, but it was where he belonged. He was born there, lived in the city 'til he was 12 before being cruelly moved to Lima when his dad got a job there. When his dad left, he was waiting for his mum to tell him and his little sister Monica that they were moving back but she never did (she ever said much at all after that). So he'd always vowed that after graduation he would move back. And he did. And that was it. He never made it big, he just worked 9-5 and played guitar for a few bucks here and there, so he was never really rolling in money but he got by okay.

Rachel was a different story altogether. She lived on the Upper East Side and was dating some guy who was the next Stephen Sondheim or something – Puck only knew this from , 'cause she was one of the biggest Broadway stars of their generation. That must have been why Puck hadn't seen her since graduation, 'cause she was always doing some theatre shit or being interviewed.

He did sometimes wonder if she would remember him, in the midst of her crazy life. They had dated for just over a year before graduation and she was the first girl he'd ever said "I love you" to. And meant it. And he hadn't betrayed her or anything, or fought with her, they'd only broken up because they agreed they were going in different directions. Which was okay, 'cause then they'd spent a freakin' amazing night in the sack.

Puck mentally shook himself as he stood in his Brooklyn apartment. He always got bummed out if he thought about her for too long. Which was not good. Sighing, he sank down on to the couch and started flicking through channels.

'Put the Broadway channel on!' his girlfriend Scarlett hurried into the room holding a bowl of cereal. She sat on the sofa next to him, swinging her legs up onto his lap. 'They're interviewing Rachel Berry tonight! God, I love her!'

Okay, so Puck had never told his Broadway-crazy girlfriend he used to date Rachel Berry (well, she'd never asked.) It had never been relevant, and he knew she'd go crazy, start comparing herself to Rachel and probably end up leaving him for a 70 year old. And Scarlett was cool, hot, she got him. She was no Rachel, but, y'know, who was?

'You know she single-handedly brought her high-school Glee club out of the shitter?' Scarlett nodded knowledgably. 'And she once did a Broadway show and a telecast simultaneously? Yeah. Ooh, shh, here she is!'

Puck repressed a sigh as Rachel appeared onscreen, looking as breathtaking as ever.

'First love, now playing at the Eugene O'Neill theatre on Broadway explores the ins and outs of your first crush, and what it's like to meet for the first time, that special someone!' The narrator was saying. 'Rachel Berry, star of First Love sat down with the Broadway channel.' The screen cut to Rachel sitting opposite some blonde woman.

'So, Rachel,' the blonde woman started. 'First Love is definitely a hit on Broadway; do you think that the universality of the story is what makes it so popular?'

'Oh, absolutely,' Rachel nodded. 'Everyone has experienced the feeling of a first love or indeed just a crush so it's easy for people to relate to, which I think in turn enhances the whole theatrical experience, you know, it pulls you in. And for those that haven't been in love yet, well, it could go a way in preparing for that emotional rollercoaster that comes when you do find that someone.'

'God, she's so amazing...' Scarlett breathed.

'Absolutely. So, what do you remember about your first love?'

Noah's stomach flipped.

'Oh my, it was years ago! Well, it was the end of high school, the last year or so before graduation. And, well, it was one of the best times of my life, second only to my Broadway debut, of course. He was a reformed bad boy, in my Glee club but a footballer too, and he used to serenade me outside my window whenever he'd pick me up for our dates.' She laughed a little. 'We broke up so I could come here.' She added, looking a little sad. 'I think he stayed in our hometown, I'm not sure what's become of him now.'

The blonde presenter looked entranced. 'Wow... So, what would you say to him if you knew he was watching?'

'I'd say...' Rachel turned to the camera surreptitiously. 'I'll never forget you. And thanks for the best year of my life.'

'Thanks so much, Rachel. Now, Kate, I believe you're at the Booth Theatre?'

'That's right, Claire, and I have some very exciting news...'

Noah didn't realise his arm had tightened around Scarlett's waist until she spoke.

'Baby, are you okay?' she asked, putting a hand on his.

'Huh? Yeah, I'm fine.' He dropped his arm. 'I'm going to bed.' He got up, picking her up off his lap and putting her down on the sofa. He kissed her quickly. 'Night. Love you.'

'I love you too. I'll be in, in a minute, after they interview Steffi D.'

''Kay.' Mind swimming and heart heavy, he walked into the bedroom, trying and failing to push the interview from his mind.

You know, it never occurred to me to make this into a multi-chapter thing until I actually wrote it. I had the idea in my head as a oneshot for like a week before...

As soon as I finish Remember Me, I'll see about extending it. Would y'all read it?

Reviews make my heart feel fuzzy.

Lots of lurve,

Jeanie

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