She's sitting on the chair, feeling pathetic with her legs spread wide open, an ice pack daintily placed in between her thighs. She has nobody to blame but herself, she guesses. She's brought this upon herself and there's no doubt in her mind that she's going to regret having to call in "sick", but she has no choice.

The phone rings, once, twice, and it's not answered until the fifth ring. The sweet and sultry voice of the receptionist flows through the speakers, "Hello, this Imagine Records, how may I help you today?"

She sighs, using her years of experience as an actress to try to muster up her best "sick person" impression. She looks to the man sitting next to her, willing him for his support. She takes a shaky breath as she prepares to lie, "Hi, this is Rachel Berry, I wanted to call in to say I can't make it to work today."

There's a pregnant pause between the lines, the static seemingly louder than normal. This is so unlike her, taking the easy way out and taking a day off instead of sucking it up and pushing through her problems. She starts to get nervous, thinking the receptionist will call her out on her lies.

"Alright, Ms. Berry, may I ask why?"

She's caught off guard, not expecting to be interrogated, "Um." Before she has time to summon a believable lie, Noah snatches the phone from her hands, smirking.

"Is 'I can't walk because my boyfriend got a little rough last night' a good enough reason for a sick day," he says.

Her eyes go wide, along with her mouth. This only fuels his libido more as he makes thrusting motions and really quickly says goodbye to the sputtering woman.

"NOAH PUCKERMAN! You are so insatiably crude!"

"Babe, you love me," he says before proceeding to pick her up and unceremoniously dropping her on the bed