Chapter 1 "Puck, I've got a better chance of laying the whole drama club than you've got of even getting a date with her." Brittany pointed at her friend across the table with a French fry before tossing it up into the air and catching it in her mouth with ease. "Pierce, you've already done that, you're a freakin' sex shark." Puck rolled his eyes, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He always used to refer to himself as a sex shark but these days all his meals have been pilfered by one tall, blue eyed shark. "See, if this was one of our awesome bets you'd have already lost and I'd be $50 richer!" "Oh, you wanna make another bet, huh? If I remember correctly I was the one who won the last two, not you, Pierce!" Puck leaned forward across the table, snatching some of Brittany's fries and smirking. "It's been a few weeks, let's see if you've still got that lucky streak going. It's gotta be a really good one though, none of this 'whoever can chug the most beers in 2 minutes wins' crap, I want a real challenge." Brittany was already deep in thought, trying to think of something both challenging and amusing. A dark, mischievous smile grew on her face as she began to feel an idea coming on. "Oh, God, what's that look for, Pierce?" Puck nervously ran his hand through his Mohawk, he knew that look and it usually didn't end well for his ego. "You and Fabray, doing the horizontal monster mash by the end of the semester and you can have my Sportster." Brittany smiled at the light that ignited in Pucks eyes at the mention of her beloved Harley. He'd had a boner for that thing since the summer before sophomore year when Brittany found it in a junkyard and he helped her build it up to its current glory. "No fucking way. You can't be serious, I've seen you pull a knife on a guy for trying to touch your baby." Puck's heart was racing, he was convinced the closest thing he's ever felt to love was for that damn bike. What could he say, when he makes her purr he gets a fuzzy feeling inside. "Oh, I'm dead serious, because I know you'll never get through her hefty chastity belt, not even if you could find the key she no doubt threw into the ocean years ago." "I held the door open for her this morning, she smiled and said 'Thank you, Noah.' So I think I'm making some progress." Puck puffed his chest out, smug as ever with his 'progress'. "Well, seeing as you've been working at this particular endeavor for, oh, only 2 freaking years I think if you keep going at this rate you'll only be 80 when she lets you hold her hand!" "Look, just because she's a little less enthusiastic about riding the Puck train doesn't mean it's not gonna happen. You just think it's impossible because it's been so long since you've had to work for longer than 20 minutes to get into someone's pants. In fact, I think I figured out your half of the bet." Puck clapped his hands together and began to rub them like a freaking cartoon villain or something. "Oh, really now?" Brittany cocked her eyebrow as she leaned in to listen. "So you've fucked the whole drama club, but I know there is one petite cheerleader you've had your eye on since the beginning of time…" Puck's smile grew larger and larger as he saw Brittany's cocky smile waver for a moment. "And I think it's high time you became familiar with the stinging pain of rejection, bring you back down to our lesser being's level. Oh, and here's the catch; you've gotta get her to date you, not just get fucked by you once in the back of a dark classroom after hours." Puck looked so proud of himself, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. Brittany's jaw hurt from clenching so strongly. Puck knew she was competitive, and he knew she had a little issue with losing. But more than that, he knew she'd had an infatuation with Santana Lopez, aka head cheerleader and deeply closeted lesbian, since she was about seven years old. "What do I get if-when I win?" Brittany finally managed to ask after staring at Puck's stupid smile for what felt like ages. "Well, you get to keep your baby?" Puck hoped that would be enough for her to take the bet, but knew it wouldn't be. Brittany just raised her eyebrows and nudged her head in a 'keep talking' motion. "And I'll help you build that ridiculous tree house for Lord T…" She kept looking at him with the same expectant face, and he just sighed while rolling his eyes before continuing, "Did I mention I'd buy you Dots for the rest of your life and even give you 5 boxes of Lucky Charms with just the marshmallows?" Puck smiles sweetly, waiting for her response. Brittany turned around to look in the direction of the table she knew Santana would be at, sat with the other cheerleaders. She was laughing and rolling her eyes at something Quinn seems to have said, and Brittany smiled slightly. Brittany had decided a few weeks earlier that she'd wanted to try befriending Santana again, why not go the extra mile and try for a date? Besides, even if she loses her side of the bet she knows Puck's chances are lower than hers. Right?