"Noah, you are still seeing that girl Rachel, yes?" Mrs. Puckerman asks as she places linguini in a pot of boiling water.

"Yes, of course, Mom," He said as he pretended to do the homework that Quinn had already written in the answers for. "It's actually getting kind of serious between us." Puck was a master liar. Serious with Berry? As if. Quinn had been sleeping there occasionally, actually, when she hadn't found somewhere better to crash. This wasn't the only thing he hid from his mother. No, he wasn't dating the nice little Jewish girl, Rachel Berry. He had a pregnant girlfriend, a blonde hair blue-eyed plain out Catholic girl.

What came next nearly caught him in his lie. "Have her over for dinner. Tomorrow night."

He thought quickly. "She's kosher."

"I still have ingredients left over for Passover."

"Tomorrow is the Sabbath, Mom."

"I'll call her parents and see if they mind."

"No! No, it's alright. I'll just ask her. She'll probably say yes." Dodged a bullet there.

GLEE!
The next day in Glee practice, Rachel listened in annoyance as Brittany and Santana faltered harmonies in their duet, "Suddenly I See".

After practice, Rachel ran out, hoping to avoid Jesse and Finn, who always ended up making her cry. Her efforts were foiled, however when Puck grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Yes?"

"Berry, I need a favor."

"Well, let me tell you now, I'm not going to-"

"No, not…. Whatever. I need you to come over to my house and pretend to be my girlfriend."

Yes. "No."

"Please. I did that ridiculous video from…. What? Eighteen Hundred? Can you please do this for me?"

I'd love to. "Do you really think this is a fair trade?"

"Please!"

Rachel told herself that it was because she owed it to Puck, which really wasn't true, as she muttered out. "Fine. I'll play girlfriend."