Sadly, the ceiling was mirrorless, though Puck was too distracted trying to associate this room with the Rachel Berry he knew to really be too disappointed. It had only been a few years since he’d been in her bedroom back in Lima, and he just couldn’t compare the two. Between the room and the fact that she was wearing jeans - jeans on The Rachel Berry - well, Puck was pretty much lost.

“Yeah,” was all he managed to reply, turning back to leave the room but she was somehow effectively blocking the doorway, or as well as her tiny frame could at least. “Nice digs,” he offered, shifting the dufflebag up over his shoulder.