Rachel Berry was self aware enough to know she was selfish and self involved, but she wondered what excuses the others in Glee club could have for their off hand dismissal of the news that one of their own was in Juvenile Hall. Despite the assertions of the inevitability of such by Finn and Santana (Honestly, not the most objective observers when it came to Noah), Rachel just didn't think the reason given by Mr. Shuester seemed like , he was a friend and incarcerated, so she decided to make him some cookies.
Possibly decorated with icing files and motorcycles. Noah liked Steve McQueen, he'd appreciate the Great Escape only problem was, she didn't know where juvie was or what the visiting hours were. Mrs. Puckerman would definitely know.
Dialing the phone, she wondered how the woman was dealing with the fact that her only son was in jail.
"Hello?" Well, she didn't sound too bad. That was something.
"Hello, Mrs. Puckerman, this is Rachel Berry, one of Noah's classmates."
She didn't know what, if anything, Noah had told his mother about was a pause before the woman replied, "Oh, yes, from his singing club. How are you dear?"
"Very well, thank you. How are you doing? It must be a terrible worry to have Noah…gone."
Again there was a brief pause, then a sigh. "Oh, yes, that."
Odd response, but Rachel plowed ahead. "I made Noah some cookies and I wanted to know what facility he was in and what the approved hours of visitation were."
"Aren't you sweet," Mrs. Puckerman said softly and then Rachel heard the woman muttering to herself. "My son, the shmendrik, how does he collect these gentile girls?"
"Oh, no ma'am," Rachel couldn't help but reply. "I'm Jewish."
"You are?" The woman's voice brightened considerably. "That's lovely. And you made Noah cookies?"
"Yes," she replied, "What juvenile hall is he currently residing in?"
"He's not in Juvie, dear," Mrs. Puckerman said with a chuckle. "He just wanted to have people think that. Claimed it would be better for his reputation."
"What?" She was confused, but considering Noah's feelings about keeping up his badass rep, perhaps it made sense.
"My mother is sick. He's staying with her for a few weeks while she recuperates."
So Noah preferred everyone think he was in jail instead of taking care of his ailing grandmother. It was both absurd and sweet."I'd still like to bring him his cookies…."