Don't own Glee! hope you enjoy.

"So remember how you always say you love my mother?" Puck asked Rachel. She had just opened the front door and Eli ran in and latched onto her leg. She reached down to pick up her son and snuggled him close to her body.

"Of course I love your mom. Rebecca has always been nothing but loving and supporting." Rachel said to. "Hey baby. Sit here for a second, mommy's going to get our bags." Rachel went inside her room to collect their bags, not knowing that Puck followed her.

"You're not going to love her once you hear this. But… I don't want you to freak out." Rachel usually ignored Puck's rants about his mother, but this time he actually sounded like she should be alarmed.

"What is it Noah? And you left Eli out there!" Rachel said. She turned to grab her bags off the floor, but Puck beat her to it and led the way into the living room.

"Please don't freak out." Rachel was getting impatient then and Puck could see it.

"Noah, I'm really not in the mood for jokes. What is it?"

"My mom called Camille and invited her to ride with us this afternoon." Puck said sheepishly. Rachel's heart dropped to her stomach and she didn't really know why. Nevertheless, she wouldn't let him know it bothered her.

"Noah, that's absolutely fine. She's your girlfriend. I'll just drive." Rachel said. Puck looked conflicted. "Really, I'm not upset or offended or anything. Would you still like Eli for Saturday then? I can drop him off to Rebecca's Saturday morning or you could get him tonight and I get him tom—"

"Daddy let's go!" Eli said, dragging his bookbag and pulling Puck's jacket. "Cami's in car!"

"Berry, it's really no problem for you to ride with me. Camille doesn't mind. She kinda knew about this."

"She's in the car now? And what do you mean, 'kinda knew'? As in, she didn't even know you were traveling with the mother of your child? Well, she must think I'm the homewrecker of the year."

"Mommy! Gotta potty!" Eli announced. Rachel smiled at him and followed him into the bathroom. Potty training him had been a nightmare, but it seemed like Eli was finally getting the hang of things.

"My mom honestly sucks right now. I had your playlist loaded on the iPod and everything." Rachel noticed he actually sounded disappointed. And he loaded her playlist? As in a playlist that they hadn't listened to together in almost a year. Rachel could feel things crossing into a dangerous territory.

"Mommy, sit in the back with me!" Eli exclaimed as Rachel washed his hands. She looked at Puck in the mirror.

"I'm actually driving Eli, so you'll ride with me. You'll see Daddy later on tonight." Rachel explained. Eli's eyes instantly filled with water. Before Rachel could calm him down, Eli went into full tantrum mode.

"Can we please just ride together? Eli's going to bitch the entire ride." Puck whispered.

"You don't have to ride with him, so it's not a big deal for you." Rachel snapped. She tried speaking softly to Eli to calm him down, but all her son screamed was "MOMMY AND DADDY RIDE TOGETHER!"

"You shouldn't have told him we were going together." Rachel said under her breath.

"Look Berry, let's just go. Worst case scenario, I'll just bring you and Camille back to Columbus separately."

"Noah, I really don't feel comfortable with this—" Eli must have known it was his cue to yell out an ear-piercing scream. Rachel was completely frustrated with the toddler wailing on the floor and passed him to Puck.

"Chill out Eli!" Puck said, trying to calm the cranky toddler down. Rachel knew he must have skipped his nap that afternoon. She refilled his sippy cup, grabbed their bags, and walked to the door. Once Eli realized both his parents were on the outside, he calmed down.

"Eli, mommy's really upset with you right now. You can't throw these tantrums." Rachel scolded. Eli gave her a smirk in return.

"This kid is hilarious. He's just like his father." Puck said.

"That's not always a good thing." Rachel had been so preoccupied with Eli's horrific tantrum (she would have to research ways to calm a toddler without giving in) that when she saw the woman sitting in Noah's front seat, she panicked.

"I can't do this Noah." Rachel said. Before Puck could respond, Camille exited the car with a huge smile on her face.

"Rachel, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. You've raised an adorable son." Camille said, extending her hand. Camille was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, and she was gorgeous. That didn't really help the matter.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you too Camille. I apologize for imposing on you and Noah's trip to Lima." Rachel said. She wanted to add in that Eli displayed a horrific tantrum that prevented her from driving her own vehicle, but Rachel didn't want Camille to think she couldn't control her own child.

"Chill out Berry. I told you it was fine already." Puck had already strapped Eli into his carseat. Apparently, Eli was thrilled about ride. He snacked on his dry cereal without a care in the world. Rachel groaned internally and thanked God for always having her earphones in her purse.

But what if she tries to talk to me? It's rude to ride in a car with headphones. This is so we—WAIT. Rachel, you're an actress. Act the part. Rachel reminded herself. But the situation was weird, she had to admit. A little bit of female gossip would be perfect at that point, which is why Rachel texted Santana.

So guess where I am. Rachel wrote.

Hopefully curled up against some hot guy after a great sex session. ;-) Santana replied. Rachel wished that were the case.

Ha. If only I was so lucky. Your crafty godson made sure that I secured a ride in Noah's backseat on the way to Lima. Noah's new GF is in the front. What's that saying you use? FML, is it? FML, indeed.

Get the FUCK out of here Berry. What kind of jackass move is Puckerman trying to pull? And new girlfriend—they're actually serious?

Well, apparently it was Mama Puckerman's idea. Rachel found this interesting. Rebecca had called her the night before and she knew Rachel was coming with Puck. Why would Rebecca ask Camille to come too? Rebecca wasn't a malicious woman, so maybe she just didn't think of anything when she made the arrangements. Then again, Rebecca wasn't stupid. With her, everything had a reason—eventually.

Puck's mom has something up her sleeve. Wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with reuniting you two. I wouldn't be opposed to that since I do have final say on his relationships. Call me later biatch & have fun on that awkward as fuck ride! Rachel scoffed. Santana was no help, especially bringing up a reunion between Puck and Rachel. It wasn't news to Rachel that Santana approved of them getting back together. She'd bring it up every so often during their weekly calls, but Rachel never paid much attention to it.

They were about ten minutes into their ride and Rachel was already feeling hopeless. Eli was sleeping, his light snores coming evenly. Camille was reading a magazine. Puck, of course, was driving. It was much too quiet for her liking, so she dug through her purse for her iPod and earphones. As soon as she selected the song she wanted to hear, Camille addressed her.

"So Rachel, was Puck really as cool in high school as he says?" Rachel could see Puck sneaking glances at her through his rear view mirror.

"Noah was very popular, that's for sure." Rachel replied. How did Camille expect her to respond? Better yet, why'd she ask that of all questions?

"Toldja." Puck said.

"What was he like Rachel?" Rachel didn't know why Camille cared so much about who Puck was in high school. Was it some sort of test or something? And really, Noah was terrible towards her in high school. Is that what she wanted to know? Puck was staring at her through the mirror.

"He was a typical high school boy. But Noah's certainly matured." Puck smirked, apparently approving that response.

"Stop it Berry, you're going to make me blush. Honestly Cam, I was an ass to Rachel back then. I was an ass to everyone. Why are you so curious about me in high school?" Camille grabbed onto his hand and smiled.

"I just wanna know everything about you Puck. You mean a lot to me." Rachel may not have fit in with most women, but she was a woman herself and she knew what Camille was doing—staking her claim on Puck.

I've already had him Camille. And I've known him my entire life. Could we not play this game? As if Camille knew what Rachel was thinking, she launched back into her questions.

"How come you call him Noah? I thought your mom and sister only call you by your first name?" Camille asked Rachel and Puck.

"Babe, what's up with the 20 questions? Rach and I grew up together. I've always been Noah to her. Apparently, she never caught on to the nickname."

"I thought you guys just went to high school together?" Camille obviously wouldn't stop asking questions. Rachel was thankful for her own communication skills. There was a time to be inquisitive, as Rachel often displayed, but that time was not in front of your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.

"Yeah and elementary and middle. And Temple. And summer camp. Berry overload." Puck said, more to Rachel than to Camille.

"Wow. That's a lot of history to compete with, Rachel." Camille announced.

"There is no competition. The only common denominator between Noah and I is Eli. It's true that I've known Noah for at least the past 20 years of my life and we certainly know a lot about each other. However, Eli is our number one priority. Neither of us had the opportunity to have both a mother and father in our homes. Because we are not together, Eli is already at a slight disadvantage. Children from two-parent homes are often more well-rounded and—"

"What Rachel is taking all day to say is that we're close and we have to be for Eli's sake. That kid is my world and Rachel gave him to me, no conditions and no questions asked. That's a real big deal in my book. " Rachel couldn't help but touch Puck's shoulder. She knew he was thinking about Beth, wherever in the world she may be. When Camille glanced at Rachel's hand, she smoothly removed it from his shoulder. Looked like Camille didn't know about Beth either.

Rachel took that quiet opportunity to listen from her iPod, not caring about being polite or available to converse. She could kick herself for not driving because there was no way she'd being going through this on Sunday. She'd let her fathers take them back. They'd probably be up for the drive to see how her apartment's faring. If she felt like being vindicitive, Rachel would take Noah up on his offer to take Camille and her back separately. He really should have known better.

Just as Rachel completely focused on the tune of Faithfully (what can she say, Journey really grew on her after Glee), she heard Camille speak again. Of course, Rachel had the volume low enough to hear the conversation.

"Noah, I just can't help but feel like I'm left out. On a lot." Camille sounded ridiculous emphasizing his real name like that. Puck glanced at Rachel through the rearview mirror before kissing Camille's hand. Rachel pretended to be oblivious.

"Can you chill out? We can talk when we get to my mom's. In fact, I think it'd be way better to get a hotel, if you know what I mean." Rachel rolled her eyes. She couldn't wait to tell Santana.

"Why do you keep looking back at her?" Camille whispered. Puck sighed. He knew Rachel was listening and tried to change the subject.

How's the ride? You guys are at least halfway there with the way Puckerman drives. Santana texted.

Santana, although I am usually well equipped to describe EVERYTHING, I cannot find a word to express how utterly HORRIBLE this ride is. Save me! Rachel wrote back. Rachel never received a response, but soon Puck's phone was ringing. He cursed under his breath and answered, finally breaking hold of Camille's hand.

Finally, Rachel? God, you really can't be jealous. Just dealing with Camille in general is ridiculous, so imagine how catty she'll get if she feels you still want him. You and Noah shared something amazing, but it's great that he's moved on. Rachel tried to convince herself.

"Look Satan, I can't deal with this right now. Don't you have a couple of lawyers to blow?" Puck had to turn his phone's volume down for Santana's reply.

"Yeah, why am I not surprised?" Puck said, looking at Rachel in the mirror again. Camille looked right at him and seethed. "Yeah Santana. No, I'm not worried. Did you add extra bitchiness in your Special K this morning? Not a good idea. Goodbye."

"Santana." Puck said to Camille. She just sighed and turned towards the window. Rachel's phone rang next.

"Hello?" Rachel knew it was Santana, but it obviously wouldn't be good to let Camille know that.

"He wouldn't even pass the phone back to you! What if Puck still had that fucking truck? You and Camille would have to sit right next to each other. Anyway, I want full deets as soon as you get out the car." Although she usually opposed it's gas guzzling, Rachel was relieved to be riding in Puck's SUV instead of his old truck.

"Thanks for that information. I'll get back to you when I get in front of my laptop."

"I should totally call back and you pretend like it's a guy who's trying to take you on a date or something. You're good at that acting, roleplay shit."

"No, but thanks. I appreciate it. Goodbye." Rachel said and hung up.

Finally, Puck pulled up in the Berry driveway. He put the car in park and instantly jumped out to get Eli out the back. He didn't even take the time to unfasten their son from the carseat. He just grabbed the whole thing along with the bags from the trunk. Rachel had never seen him move so fast.

"Camille, it was nice to meet you. I hope you have a lovely weekend with the Puckermans." Rachel lied. She really hoped Rebecca interrogated Camille for hours.

"Yes, you too Rachel. I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other since we're both such important parts of Noah's life." Camille's voice was saturated with disdain. Rachel couldn't even respond. She grabbed her purse and Eli's bag from the backseat and shut the door. She was seething. Puck looked rightfully apologetic when Rachel looked at him.

"Sorry?" Puck said cautiously. Rachel used her key to unlock the front door since it was apparent that her fathers weren't home. Puck unhooked Eli, who was now awake, and stood him up.

"I know that was pretty rough Rach. I honestly never thought she'd be the one to freak out."

"Noah, she was out of line and uncalled for. I don't usually bite my tongue on any occasion—"

"I know that." Puck interrupted. Oh, if he thought he was getting away from a rant, he had another thing coming.

"But I knew the ride would be utterly intolerable if I really told Camille what I thought. I understand that our relationship may be unconventional, but honestly we're not even that close anymore. She really needs to get her head out of the clouds and look at the big picture. I will not allow subtle threats from anyone, especially not your girlfriend, Noah. If she can't understand you and I, then I really suggest that you look elsewhere for companionship. It's ridiculous and pathetic, in the least. I will not tolerate her if she doesn't learn to redirect her anxiety about your relationship onto another source."

"Rach, I… tried to—I just wanted to do you this favor and I fucked it up." Puck looked down to Eli to make sure his son didn't hear the curse word he just dropped. "I'll talk to her."

"Well, I'm not sure a whole lot of talking will go down in your hotel room tonight. Please leave Noah. I'll bring Eli to you tomorrow." Puck reached down to hug Eli goodbye and then quietly walked out the door.

"Backyardigans mommy?" Eli asked, dragging his bag over to the couch. Rachel scooped him up and lay on the couch with him in her arms. Luckily, Backyardigans was one of those shows that always seemed to be on. It was a hellish ride, but it was great to be curled up at home with her son.