Carefully leaning his guitar against the wall, his back to Rachel, Puck nearly sighed in relief when she let the topic drop. When she really wanted to be he knew she could be stubborn as hell, but then so could he. They had butted heads more than once in the past do to this.

Still, even Puck knew this would not be the end of the interrogation. She was letting him off the hook for now, but she would bring it up again and again until he told her the truth, which he would... someday. Maybe. Just not now.

“Great, I’m starving!” he replied, fixing her with a wide grin as he flopped down unceremoniously on the sofa. “What are we having?”