Chapter One.

Santana's POV.

"CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS, BIG MAN!" I screamed as Puck threw his arms around me. "I had faith in you; somehow I knew she'd say yes, I mean who can resist your charm and my romance?"

Laughing Puck shrugged his agreement, "Obviously not one Miss Fabray!" he winked. He pulled me in close for one more long overdue, heartfelt hug. "Even though I am officially a tamed man, you'll always be my number one bitch, bro, babygirl. You're it San. You say 'Jump' and I will always ask 'How high?' don't ever forget that okay? Especially with all that parental shit you have going on."

I felt the tears starting to sting and threatening to fall over the rim of my perfectly made up eyes. "Noah…" I whispered, my forehead against his. "We promised so many years ago to always be each other's other half, no relationship is going to change that for us. I have known you my entire life you goober. You will ALWAYS be the one I come too. Don't you ever forget. We still have to have our Pizza and Fried Chicken dates, every Sunday because that's FAMILY day."

My soft side is showing and if anyone hears us our badass reps are on the line. But he is my everything, the center of my universe. And even though a part of me will always be in love with him, he was my first after all, I know that he is so much better with my best friend. Quinn and Puck deserve happiness. Especially with their daughter here and growing more adorable every day.

He smiled at the name, only me and Berry ever get to call him it, aside from his family of course. I still remember when he really tried to get me to start calling him 'Puck'.

FLASHBACK:

"Babe, it's not cute when you call me 'Noah'! 'Puck' is sooo much more bad ass!" he whined at me.

I was almost a Freshman and he was on his way into his Junior year. We'd been dating all summer. He said now that I was coming to High School I was fair game, and that I would be HIS through High School.

"'Puck' makes you sound like a 'douche'" I air quoted at him.

Later that night we found ourselves naked and tangled into one another in my bed. It wasn't the first time we'd touched, nor was it the first time we'd been butt ass naked and exploring. But tonight, tonight was the first time I knew I would love him for the rest of my life. As he slid all of him between my thighs…

"Noah" I moaned.

He never asked me to call him 'Puck' again.

I smirked at the remembrance.

"What's up babygirl, where's your head at?" he nudged me.

"Honestly? Our first time, and how you've never objected to me calling you 'Noah' since."

He laughed. "How could I EVER not like the sound of my name off your lips?" He kissed my forehead and left me at the door of my history class. The last period of my day, but also my longest period of the day. And of course, Berry was in the class.

"SANTANA LOPEZ!" she yelled at me.

"Lord have fucking mercy Berry, lower your damn voice!" I hissed as I grabbed her elbow.

"I will have you know, I do NOT appreciate how you speak to me Santana, it's quite rude." She started with a stomp of the foot.

I pinched my nose feeling a tension headache coming on. "Listen midget, WHAT can I do to help you so you will leave me the fuck alone?"

"Sing with me." She stated quietly, almost a plee in her voice.

No, no way in hell. I am too much of a bad ass to be singing with Rachel fucking BERRY. No, this is not happening.

"Sing what, Berry?" I said, hoping it would NOT be some musical.

"It's from Grease, well, the second Grease. And well, I am trying to get the attention of someone. But I NEED your voice. Please Santana." She pleaded.

Fuck Santana, get it together. Again, this is RACHEL BERRY and you shouldn't even be considering this. AT ALL.

"Who's attention are you trying to get? If I am going to make you look good, I need to know the target." I stated lightly, but truthfully nonetheless.

"dafkjahskjdg" Rachel murmured.

"Excuse me?" I said politely, but really my patients are wearing thin already. I opened my water to take a drink since obviously she was going to be taking a life time to answer this for me.

"Sugar. I am trying to get Sugars attention." She blurted.

And that is when my water went all over the class room, including onto our teacher.

"Sugar. As in Sugar fucking Motto? Are you for real right now?!" I am shocked. Berry and a, a, a chick? Even in my mind I am stuttering over this. What the actual fuck?

"Yes Santana, I happen to be into other females. A quality I am sure you can appreciate since you are having sexual relations with half the Cheerios squad!"

I smirked, of course it is a quality I fucking appreciate. I just didn't know it'd be Berry I would be thinking of appreciating later on. Knowing she was into that kind of thing kind of got my gears turning. Ever since Britt left to go to England to dance… I've missed me some sweet lady lovins. Maybe Berry… No. Santana snap the FUCK out of this. Berry is BERRY. Absolutely not.

"Whatever smalls, I'm in."

Chapter 2

A week passed, and we were finally ready to perform this thing.

"Alright guys! We're gonna get this session started by –" he said as he walked in.

"Mr. Schue! Santana and I have something we'd like to sing for the group.. It's about how I have been feeling lately and I just really need to get it out there."

"Well, alright girls! The floor is all yours."

I smirked, we are about to knock this shit out of the park.

24 hours earlier –

"SANTANA! Why can't you just take me seriously?!" she pouted with a full on stomp on the floor and everything.

"Berry… You just humped a wreath!" I got out through hysteric laughter.

"Well, I will have you know Michelle humps one in the movie and looks perfectly sexy doing it! Do YOU have any better suggestions?!"

"Actually…" I said leaning up on her bed. "I do. Do me. Dance on me. Kiss me. Do it all to me. She'll be so jealous that how can she say no to a date. One thing I know about leather jacket, skinny jean wearing types of chicks like Sugar and I, we don't wants NO ONE up on our women!"

"Oh… Oh my sweet Barbra, you're right Santana!"

Present time –

"Hit it!" I said seductively to the drummer.

If you really wanna know, what I want in a gal…
Well, I'm lookin' for a dream on a lean machine with hell in her eyes.

I want a devil in skin tight leather,
And she's gonna be wild as the wind.

And one fine night, I'll be holding on tight.
I want a cooooool cool rider, a coooooool cool rider.

If she's cool enough she can burn me through and through.
Whhhhoah ohhhhhh.

If it takes forever, than I'll wait forever.

No ordinary girl, no ordinary girl is gonna do.
I want a rider that's cooooooool.

And that's the way it's gonna be.

And that's the way that I feel.

I want a whole lot more than the girl next door,

I want hell on wheeeeeeeeeeeeels.

Just give me a fine motorcycle with a woman growin' out of the seat and move aside cause I'm gonna riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.

I don't want no ordinary girl, comin' on strong to me.

They don't know what I'm lookin' for, they don't know what I need.

I'm gonna know when she gets here, cause the ground will be shakin'
I'll do anything to let her know that I'm hers, hers for the takin'.

I want a cooooooool cool rider.
A cool, cool, cool rider.
I want a coooooooooooooooool rider.
A cool, cool, cool, cool rider.

I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R.
I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I want a riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiideeeeeer thaaaaaaaaaaaaat's,

Cooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooool .

The whole club stood clapping and hollering. Sugar winked at….. Me. Oh god, she did NOT think that was from me to her right? Just as the thought crossed my mind Rachel threw herself into Sugars arms.

"How'd you like it?" she whispered quietly.

Barf. Really? No need to be sickeningly sweet in front of everyone. I mean come on now…

"S" I heard, snapping my ass out of my thoughts.

"Yo Q, how'd you like it?" I smirked.

"Knocked it out of the goal" she smiled.

"BABY MOMMA. It is 'Knocked it out the park' as in BASEBALL. Not soccer." He rolled his eyes. As Quinn swatted at him playfully. "For real though S, y'all threw down. Who knew you two had such… Sexhemistry."

"Excuse me?!" I choked out around the red bull I had been trying to swallow.

"You know, sexual chemistry?! Little bit was all up ON YOU San."

I bit my lip, I know he's right… But I mean, come on. It's Berry. I'd strangle her!

"Nah man, just me ridin' solo for awhile. Clear my head and shit you know?" I shrugged it off. He knew better than anyone that I needed some damn quality 'me time'.

"I know princess" he whispered in my ear, it sent shivers down my spine. Damnit S, stop it. He's with Q.

We walked out of the room, and Rachel and Sugar followed hand-in-hand. Guess that went well for her…

"I'll see you guys later, heading home. Don't forget, party tomorrow night." I said quickly.

"Bye boo!" Puck and Q got out at the same time I was slamming the door to the school behind me.

Chapter 3

One good thing about guilty parents is the money and presents you get out of them never being around.

At 16 I have the most bangin' car out of anyone at McKinley. I also have the fastest car out of anyone. My 350z is flooooooooooored in about 3 seconds as I fly out of the parking lot.

I need to go fast.
I need to go somewhere.
I need this off my mind.
Berrys hips against mine… Her lips against my ear.
FUCK. No. No me fucking gusta. I keep driving.
I am about three towns over when I realize I really need to get back home. Socks needs to be fed and let out, not to mention I have to get ready for this party tomorrow night. Time to call Matthew.

"Hola mija, how can I help you today sexy?" Matt purred into the phone, I smirked knowing that at 16 I should probably not have a 22 year old wrapped around my finger the way that I do.

"Hola carino," I purred in the same way he had come onto me "I am throwing a party tomorrow and I could reallllly use some help getting the alcohol.."

"Ay… Mami what's in it for me? I can't always be buying you teens the alcohol, I could get arrested carino." He made a point, and I know that. But fuck, I am Santana Lopez, and I will get what I want. I'm trying not to notice the pit in my stomach, knowing the way I miss Noah calling me 'carino' because I was special when Matt just throws it out there like nothing.

"You know I am always good for it, enough money for all the alcohol plus a handsome tip. Not to mention, it has been awhile since I've had you over too… bake" I husk in his ear.

"Alright boo, I'm in. Whatcha need and what time do you want me over tonight?"

"Well, I won't be home for another hour and half so maybe meet me there at 930 and I will text you what we need?" knowing good and well I am 5 minutes from my door.. I just need time to collect my thoughts before. Sleeping with him used to be easy, fun even. He was more experienced than anyone I'd been with. He was at the top of my list. The only one who was really ever in the comparing, of course, was Noah. Vile rose in my throat at the thought. He's not mine anymore, he's not mine anymore. They have Beth and she is gorgeous.

"Aight mami, catcha in a few hours."

And the line was dead. No "I love you" no "Bye baby" none of it. And that's how I like it.. Right? Fuck. Maybe Puck settling down with someone else has made me realize I want a relationship? I mean, fucking around gets so exhausting anymore.

I pull into the drive and see my baby in the window looking at me. I have a gorgeous 1 year old boxer puppy who is my whole heart. He knows it too, he gets away with anything and everything, aside from eating my shoes!

I put the key in the door and before I even have it all the way open Socks is jumping on me. "Yes mijo, I know, I know, I love you too Socks. Yes carino, I know. Lets get you fed! Mami is so sorry she is late for dinner!" I coo at him.

My parents got him for me when he was a puppy. Their business trips were getting longer. Basically only home a week or two at a time and then back gone for 6 months. It doesn't bother me now that I have him, but before, it used to get lonely. Puck would come stay over, and so would Quinn and Britt, but it's not the same as a family. Socks is really all the family I have most of the time and that's why I baby him the way I do.

My cell starts playing "Bad Girlfriend" as I round into the kitchen to feed my baby.

"Ay bitch" I answered knowing damn well she hates when I call her that.

"Really S? Fucking necessary?"

"Damn mija, my bad." I cooed at the girl. Amy, she's a senior Cheerio and seriously has the hots for me. I'm only a sophomore though and she doesn't want to come out. So what does that make me? The booty call..

"Listen S, I'm horny and I know you miss me in your bed. Can I come over?" she husks in my ear.

I look at the clock, it's 715. By the time she gets here and over with it'll be too close to the time Matt is supposed to be here. I guess I could push Matt back.. Ay dios mio.

"Look mami, I'd love too. But I got stuck with my niece. My moms friend should be back by 1230 though, you game for then?" okay, I lied, sue me. This gives me enough time to give Matt what he wants, shower, and still get my sweet lady loves on.

"Yeah babygirl, that's fine. I will see you at one. Give Mads kisses for me." Of course she wants to give my niece kisses, I knew them meeting was a mistake.

"Aight. Catcha laters babe."

No sooner do I hang up does "Break Your Heart" start playing. What the fuck does everyone want?!

"Hola coma estas?" I chip off happily.

"Ay mami, you didn't text me what you want and I am fixin to be at the store. Lo siento, but I need your list."

"I totally forgot, hold please I am sending it carino."

And again, the line was dead.