Rachel Berry is a freak, everyone at school knows that. Hell, everyone in this stinking town probably thinks her whole family's damned to hell, if some of the shit he's heard from those blue haired ladies at the Synagogue were anything to go by.
This'll be the last time he'll try to pass off those jack-off dreams of his as 'signs' from God, because two whole days of being forced to hear this chick yak her mouth off is enough to make his ears bleed. And yeah, bitch can sing like nobody's business, but that didn't mean that the Puckmeister wants to listen to her all day long.
Rachel Berry's got a few screws lose in that tiny head of hers, and that's probably the only reason why they're having this conversation now on the bleachers, after he just fucking quit the damn football team to impress her. No chick quits on the Sex Shark, not that Berry would know anything about that anyway, and shut up, Fabray does not count.
She just doesn't.
Okay so he's lying. Maybe quitting football for Glee has more to do with him and that cold, cold bitch he can't get out of his head no matter how hard he tries than he cares to admit. But Berry should really just put a sock in it by now, 'cause she knows jack shit about what's going on between him and Quinn.
He looks out towards the field to drown out the tiny girl's voice, and he spots Hudson, looking up at them with a frown. So what if he feels just a little spiteful stab of glee at the look on his face?
Rachel Berry is crazy, and everyone but Finn knows that. And if he's feeling even just a tiny bit as shitty as Puck's feeling right now, then maybe it won't keep feeling like he's been shot in the chest by one of those kick-ass machine guns the next time he sees that giant idiot taking care of what's supposed to be his.