Puck's feet were frozen to the ground, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed. Was she fucking serious? He had just spent ten minutes in her goddamn Pepto-Bismol puke bathroom questioning his sanity, and he had finally decided, for the first time ever, to put a chick's feelings ahead of his own, and she was kicking him out over a stupid blog post? Un-fucking-believable. This is exactly why he didn't do shit like this.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, I assure you Noah Puckerman, I am absolutely serious," she said, her voice dripping with bitterness.

"Seriously nuts," he muttered.

The fierce look she gave him made him instantly regret those words.

This whole thing was, to use her word, absurd. She had to have known people were going to talk about them. Hell, she'd practically been jumping up and down when she heard that he and Finn had been fighting over her in the parking lot.

He glanced down and skimmed over the words on the screen. Okay, so maybe it was a little harsh to claim she had been at the "bottom of the social barrel" but the jerk off had also called him a man-whore. Besides Jacob had pointed out that she was the owner of a pair of killer legs. The video was so dark and grainy you wouldn't even be able to tell who was in it if it weren't for his stupid mohawk. Who had taken the video anyway? And since when did Rachel Berry start caring what people thought of her? She spent half her time inviting people to laugh at her with those dorky MySpace videos she made. Why was kissing him so goddamn embarrassing?

Puck also realized the article made it sound like his intentions with her were less than honorable, but if she hadn't figured out by now that that was bullshit, then she wasn't as smart as he thought she was. How could she possibly believe everything that had happened between them in the last twenty four hours had been an act?

"Damn it Rachel, I'm sorry," he said through gritted teeth, "now would you just calm the fuck down?"

"Really Noah, your eloquence astounds me. I'm perfectly calm, and I'm absolutely serious. I'd like you to leave."

He stared at her for a long moment, but her icy gaze didn't falter. His mind was racing, searching for the words that would fix this, but they didn't come.

"Fine," he said, and he walked past her, out the bedroom door.

The world felt like it was moving in slow motion, and he knew he was making a huge mistake by leaving, but he didn't have a choice. She followed him to the top of the staircase and stood watching as he descended to the entryway. He managed not to look at her as he pulled his shoes on and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack. Pulling the heavy front door open, he turned and stared up at her.

"Rachel, I…"

"Please Noah," she said, the quiver in her voice unmistakable, "just go."

When he didn't move, she said again quietly, "Please."

Fuck, how could one word make his stomach feel like it had been ripped in half? He wanted to grab her, and hold her and make her stop looking at him like he was the lowest form of life on earth. Instead, he walked out the door.

Coward, he thought to himself as he sat in his truck. The keys were in the ignition, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. He had no idea what to do. It's not like he could go talk to his best friend about this, Finn would probably try and kick Puck's ass for hurting her. Talking to Matt was out, because he'd tell Brit, who would then tell Quinn. His mother was at work, and even if she wasn't, he doubted he'd have the nerve to tell her what had happened. She'd probably smack him upside the head for being such an idiot. The thought of that made him smile a little. His mom would love Rachel, and not just because she was Jewish.

Puck fished his phone out of pocket, although he wasn't quite sure what he planned to do with it. It was highly unlikely she'd answer if he called, and he doubted she'd find a text messaged apology appropriate. Flipping the phone open, he saw he had several texts waiting on him. Scrolling through them, he saw messages from Matt and Brit, warning him about the blog, one from his mom reminding him to rake the leaves and finally, one from Quinn.

We need to talk.

Seriously, he knew he'd done some messed up things in his life, but really? Did God hate him this much? A few days ago he would have dropped everything for Quinn Fabray, but right now, the absolute last thing he wanted was to be reminded of what a loser she thought he was. He didn't think he could handle it. There seemed to be a small army of construction workers jack hammering away at his brain, and he was suddenly exhausted. Putting the truck in gear, he pulled away from the curb. Puck decided to go home, take a nap, and deal with Quinn later that afternoon. Then he'd figure out a way to make things right with Rachel.

Then he'd go find the Jewfro kid and kick his ass.