Puck had every intention of telling Finn about the psycho singing chick's breakdown. Really, he did. He started to say something about it this morning before first period, but then he realized Finn wasn't listening to a word he was saying. His friend looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. Puck wanted to ask him if he was okay, but the idea of talking about the baby gave him the urge to beat people up.

The warning bell rang, and Puck walked towards his English class. He spotted Rachel coming down the hall and pried the lid off his slushie. Just seeing her annoyed him; she was so prim and proper that it was sickening. He was almost within throwing distance when he had a flash of her in the music room yesterday. He'd never seen her lose her cool before, not even when he doused her in cherry slush, but yesterday she had looked so small and fragile. Shaking his head to clear the image from his mind, he looked up and realized she was only a few feet away.

Instead of avoiding him, she looked him straight in the eyes and then glanced down at the cup and braced for the icy impact. "Damn it," he thought, as her crying face popped into his head again. Growling to himself, he lowered the drink and rushed past her. When he thought it was safe he stole a backward glance, and saw her frozen in the hallway, staring at him with a bewildered look. The look on her face was almost amusing enough to override the nagging feeling that he might regret being nice to her, almost but not quite.

Puck spent the entire morning going over the events of the last 24 hours in his mind. He had immediately regretted outing Quinn's pregnancy to the Glee freaks, but then again they were bound to find out sooner or later. As for saying Finn was the baby daddy, well, that was Quinn's lie first. He hadn't been close enough to hear what Rachel said to Finn in the hallway, but it was obvious she hadn't taken the news of his impending fatherhood well. Avoiding what was bound to be an awkward conversation, he had ducked into the music room before Finn spotted him. He had only meant to stay a few minutes, but a few minutes had turned into an hour after he picked up the guitar.

At first he was just strumming a few chords, but slowly his fingers began to pick out notes and those notes turned into a melody. Suddenly, all of his confusion, anger and sadness was pouring out of him and into the song. He was so lost in the music that it took him a moment to realize where he was when Rachel burst in. She had been a wreck, all sobbing and blubbery. Crying girls scared the heck out of him, though admittedly he was usually the was the one who had caused the tears. He didn't know what to do, but he'd be damned if this chick was going to be his problem too. Putting the guitar away, he picked up his bag and headed for the door.

Halfway down the hall he glanced out the front windows of the school and spotted Finn and Quinn getting into her car. Anger welled up inside of him and he had the urge to punch the wall. Damn it, he wasn't a Lima Loser. He turned around, intending to go out the back exit of the school.

Puck had no idea what made him stop at the music room door. Maybe it was the sound of her crying, or maybe it was because a part of him understood how much pain she was in. As he stood in the doorway and watched her, the song he had been playing earlier played loudly is his mind. Okay, so maybe he could have been nicer to her. Mentioning her stupid MySpace videos may have been a little cruel, but nice didn't come easily to him. It's not like he owed her anything, she was a stupid sophomore, crying over a guy who was way out of her league. Her problems seemed small compared to his.

Later that afternoon, Rachel stopped him in the hallway. She seemed nervous, twisting her hands together and staring at the floor. "What do you want?" he growled at her. He didn't have time for this crap.

"I-I-I... I just wanted to say..."

Puck rolled his eyes and started to shove past her. She grabbed his arm and pulled hard... He wondered briefly how such a little person could be so strong. He turned, glaring down at her. "This better be good," he demanded.

She took a deep breath, straightened her spine and stared up at him with a steely look in her eyes that made Puck's skin crawl. "I just wanted to say thank you for being such a gentleman."

"Gentleman?" Puck snorted, "Yeah... That's me, a real gentleman."

"Well, I'd agree that while your normal behavior is quite boorish, you obviously didn't tell anyone about my... episode... yesterday, and I appreciate that. So, thank you."

Puck just started at her with a sneer on his face. Truthfully, he was speechless. He wasn't a nice guy, and this chick really did make him want to light himself on fire. He hadn't really been nice to her, he just hadn't gone out of his way to be mean. Why the hell was she thanking him?

"Well, since 'You're Welcome' is obviously a phrase lacking from your vocabulary, I suppose we'll leave it at that." Dropping her grip on his arm, she turned and walked away.

Puck couldn't move. He just stood there like an idiot staring at her back as she weaved her way down the hall. Before he could stop it, a small smile of admiration crept onto his face. She was crazy, yes, and she used way too many big words, but even he had to admit, the chick was ballsy. And hey, what guy in their right mind wouldn't notice how good her ass looked in that tiny skirt?