There was no ‘hello’, not even a ‘what are you doing here?’, both of which Puck had expected, though more the second one. He had thought up a thousand different answers on the bus ride here, but he’d somehow managed to forget them all so it was a good thing she didn’t ask. The question she did ask, though, confused him a bit as he didn’t click in at first.

His first instinct, of course, was to throw out something entirely inappropriate, but seeing as he wanted to crash at her place, offering to show her just how long he was probably wasn’t the best way to get in invite. It might work on other women, but not Rachel Berry.

“I, um... I don’t know,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped inside. “Just until I get a job and can afford my own place.” Surely that couldn’t take long, right? He had... well, he had some skills of some sort that someone would find appealing.