When Rachel Berry walked through the double doors and into the welcome hall of the camp, Puck was more than surprised. Puck was fucking gobsmacked. He must have looked like he'd seen a ghost because he felt the blood completely drain from his face. He did not sign up for this. He barely wanted to sign up for looking after little shits for pretty much the entirety of his summer – if he knew 'crazy-Berry' was part of that deal, he never would have considered it.

"Hi, boys!" Tina was annoyingly cheery and Mike had a smug smile on his face when he saw who she was with – his plan was falling into place. Meanwhile, Rachel was blushing the colour of a strawberry, twisting her hands together uncomfortably.

"What's she doing here?" Puck whispered harshly in Mike's ear as the girls got closer. Mike just rolled his eyes, elbowing him lightly in the chest in order to get him to shut up.

"Hey, T," Mike smiled, putting his arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head. "Rachel." He nodded his head at the crimson girl, who smiled awkwardly in response. Puck wasn't in the mood to take the long route around the situation.

"Sorry, can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?"

"I invited Rachel to come help us out at the camp. We can always use an extra pair of hands," Tina shrugged, a hint of a warning in her eyes that Puck chose to ignore.

"And no one thought to maybe inform me of this?" Puck was glaring harshly at the two Asians. He knew their game, he knew what they wanted. He wasn't going to get with Rachel Berry, no matter how much they wanted him too. And there was nothing they could do to change his mind.

"I didn't think it would be a problem," Tina responded through gritted teeth, the tension visible between the two of them. There was long silence, the two just looking at each other while Mike prayed that Puck would keep his mouth shut to save himself from the bollocking he would get later from his girlfriend.

"I can always… Go. If you want me to."

Puck registered the quiet voice and turned his attention to the flushed girl. This wasn't the Rachel Berry he was used to – one that was self-conscious and considerate of other people's feelings. He was used to the abrasive, interrupting know-it-all whose obnoxiously confident attitude never fluctuated. Maybe this breakup with Finn was affecting her more than I thought it would. He felt a pang of sympathy for her – she was having a rough time and he could have been slightly gentler with his wording, but he wasn't exactly pleased that he was going to be stuck with her all summer.

Tina looked at Rachel quickly before whirling back to face Puck, pure rage on taking over her. Puck rolled his eyes – if he didn't go along with this, Tina would probably rupture one of testicles with her thick heeled Doc Martins, and God knew that he didn't want that to happen.

"Just… Show me where I'm sleeping and where I can get something to eat. I'm fucking starving."

He glanced quickly at Rachel. She had this sort of subtle, appreciative smile on her face as she dropped her head, a few strands of hair falling from behind her ear. He couldn't help but think she looked sort of… Beautiful? Is that a word Noah Puckerman should be using to describe 'Crazy-Berry'? Sure, Rachel Berry was hot in terms of appearance. With her ballerina figure, her enticingly perfect and curvy legs, and her smooth complexion, there was no escaping that Rachel Berry was easy on the eye. She was hot in the same way that Santana and Brittany and, yeah, Quinn, were hot - the easy kind of hot that just requires you to wear a short skirt and a revealing top and BAM, every boy within a five mile radius wants to fuck you. But Rachel had these moments – these natural and stripped back moments where you could see true beauty. When she wasn't trying to force herself to be completely perfect in every way, when she showed her cracks and stopped caring so much, there was something about her that was absolutely breath-taking. Noah had just witnessed it when it was directed at him – and that felt pretty fucking good.

"We'll order pizza. Food doesn't get in until tomorrow morning," Mike replied, grabbing his attention again. "Come on, I'll show you your cabin."