Puck could not help but hating Rachel Berry.
After all, she was always better than he was, always had more than he had, always will.
Puck no longer had a father. His stormed out of the house, not even spearing him a second glance.
Rachel had two.
Puck barly knew anything about Judaism. Rachel is eating Kosher only.
Puck got as much zeros in class as girls in bed.
Rachel, you could say, was just the same. Her scores were highest in class, almost best in school.
Rachel was the lead singer.
Puck only barely made it back-up.
So Puck couldn't help but hating her.
Puck could not help but loving Rachel Berry.
After all, she was perfect.
She was beautiful, with wavey brown hair, doe eyes and school-girl style.
She had a voice he could only dream of and a big bright smile always shone on her face.
She knew more about her god and belief than he could ever ask to.
She was smart as hell and sexy as fuck.
So Puck couldn't help but loving her.
Puck hated Rachel Berry, and loved Rachel Berry, and Rachel Berry was all he could think of for days and days.
He was just lucky it was the same way the other way around.