"Noah." Rachel sighs, sliding off of the stool and carrying her plate to the sink. "I'm an actress. All of the guys I spend my time with? Are gay. Or like Jeremy. You're the only person I know with any edge or whatever you seem to be prescribing as a remedy for my...problem that I didn't know was a problem." She doesn't even really realize what she's said until after she's nudged him aside and started to rinse her plate off. She can't wash it, not really, what with one hand bandaged up, so she sits it in the dishwasher instead.

Logically, Rachel knows that letting sex enter their relationship could be a horrible thing. Noah's never been a commitment type of guy, and Rachel's never been one for casual sex. Forcing one of them to do one or the other would probably only result in a resentful Noah or a jealous, hurt Rachel. Illogically, Rachel knows she's already jealous. She can hear the women in his room at night and she's never...it's more than just the fact that they're with him. The things it sounds like they're feeling, she's never come close to. It only makes it worse that they get to feel them with Puck when she doesn't.