I know I shouldn't even be thinking of adding another story on here, but I couldn't help myself. After watching episode 18, I was disgusted. The idea of Mercedes and Puck, or as I like to call it - Puke-cedes, made me cringe. I hate the character Mercedes, she's a hypocritical bitch! I mean she's always whining about Rachel, (sure Rachel is abit crazy, but that's why we love her!) but she's worst! Seriously, she is a diva! I'm sorry if any of you like Mercedes and this offends you, but I am entitled to my own opinion. Oh and for those of you who are fans of Mercedes, you probably won't like this fic. (Though I might make her nice later on.) I loved when Santana launched at Mercedes, seriously my friend Meya and I were sat there chanting 'Go Santana, Go Santana!' Lame right? Also Naya has an amazing voice, can't believe she's been holding back on us!

Enough of my rambiling anyway. On with the story.

Oh I need some idea's for a better title? Suggestion please.........

Chapter One.

"Listen up Berry; I got proposition for you." Santana Lopez said as she slammed Rachel's locker shut.

"I'm flattered Santana, really I am. But I'm not into girls, sorry." Rachel said sympathetically as she tried to side step the Latina.

"What?" Santana asked puzzled "Oh hell no Berry! Not like that, though if you are up for it? I totally will be." Santana smirked as she grasped Rachel's wrist in her palm, stopping the other female from walking away from her.

"Oh," Rachel blushed adverting the penetrating gaze Santana was sending her "Then what can I do for you?" she said puzzled.

"Not here; meet me in the auditorium at lunch okay? Make sure you show up!" Santana commanded as she skipped down the hallway.


"Hello?" Rachel called into the empty auditorium as she entered through the main door. "Santana?" she asked, no reply.

"If this is some kind prank that you and your fellow Cheerios have set up to embarrass me in some way Santana, then I thought that you would like to know that my Daddy is a very successful lawyer and has-" Rachel was immediately cut off her rambling by a door being slammed shut.

"Chill the fuck out Berry, I was late. And none of that mumbo jumbo will be necessary." Santana laughed as she locked the door and headed towards Rachel. Once she had hold of Rachel she dragged her to some seats at the back of the dark auditorium.

"Are you sure? Because it certainly doesn't look like it." Rachel said landing with an 'umph' as Santana pushed her into a seat.

"Well then, you'll just have to trust me won't you?" Santana said taking a seat next to her, daring Rachel to object.

"I guess so. So what exactly do you need my help with?" Rachel asked as she turned to face the Latina.

"Just hear me out before you interrupt okay? Like seriously, don't interrupt me." Santana asked, pausing for Rachel to agree.

Rachel nodded her head in agreement.

"I need you to seduce Puck and get him away from Mercedes, and make sure he stays away." Santana stated, nervously playing with her hands.

"WHAT! Santana you can not be serious, the idea alone is preposterous! I can not, nor will I, participate in such a... a scandal! Mercedes is clearly happy with the attention she is receiving from Noah, he's her first boyfriend and she should be able to enjoy that. Not have people plotting behind her back to destroy her new found happiness. I already have to put up with enough from our fellow Glee clubbers, you included might I add. They dislike me already as it is, but they've began to tolerate me. I will not jeopardize that." Rachel said in one breath, red in the face.

"Slow down with the crazy Berry. And seriously, do you not hear yourself? You need to grow a pair Rachel. You allow everyone, and yes myself included, to treat you like crap and walk all over you. You carry all our weight in Glee, and I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but you got all our backs. But when have any of us had your back? When have any of us attempted to do for you, what you do for us?" Santana asked.

"I am well aware of the fact that people take advantage of my kindness but make no effort to return the act Santana, but to be quite honest I am okay with that. As I have previously stated, I won't ruin that. I actually think they're beginning to like me." Rachel smiled at the latter.

"You make me want to pull my hair out Berry. For someone who's supposed to be Little Miss Perfect, your blind. They're not beginning to like you, though I think Artie and Tina are, I doubt they will. Your making it to easy for them Rachel, why should they try to be friends with you when you're already doing everything you can for them? They think they don't need to be friends with you." Santana stressed out, while Rachel sat there letting everything sink in.

"You don't think they like me? Not even the slightest?" Rachel whispered.

"Do it look like they do? Do they give you any reason to believe they do? When have they ever been there for you? Have they ever invited you to go out? Have they ever asked to you sit with them? Your giving and they're taking. I mean look at the way they've treated and still treat you, do you do that to people you like? No. I know me and Britt have been bad to you because of our popularity, but what's their excuse?"

"Oh my god, you're right. I put myself out there for them, and what do I get in return? Nothing." Rachel replied, overcome by emotion.

Realisation, sadness, shame, embarrassment, and anger.

"Of course I am. So what do you owe Mercedes? Nothing that's what. Mercedes and Kurt were actually encouraging Jesse to dump you the other day, I know because I saw them. And I'm not just saying that so you'll help me, I'm saying that because I want to be your friend."

Santana couldn't believe she had just said that, of course it was true and she did mean it whole hearted, she did want to be friends with Rachel. But if you would have asked her that last year, heck even a few weeks ago, you would have received a glare and a slushy to the face.

"I know, I heard them as well. Wait, you want to be my friend? Why?" Rachel asked as she turned to face Santana again.

Santana wanted to be friends, with her?

"Because when the set list were leaked at Sectionals, no one believed that it wasn't me except for you and Britt. Not even Quinn; and she was supposed to be one of my best friends. Even after everything that I've done to you and all the reasons I've gave you not to trust me, you did."

"Oh," Rachel asked as a small smile came to her face "I would really like to be your friend Santana."

"You would?" Santana asked confused and slightly guilty. Why would Rachel want to be friends with her after everything she put her through?

"Yes. And that's why I am going to help you, after all that is what friends do right?"

"You'll help me? Just like that? Thank you Rachel." Santana said sincerely as she reached over and pulled the small girl into a tight hug.

Neither girls could believe what was going on, the friendship that had just began, but both welcomed it.

"So what is the plan then? We have to distract Puck and get him away from Mercedes so that he'll come back to you?" Rachel asked once both girls had pulled back from the hug.

"God no! Well yeah, we need to get Puck away from Mercedes, but I don't want him. I just want him away from Mercedes."

"Why?" Rachel asked confused, and very curious.

"Because as hard as it may seem to believe, I care about him. I've known him for years and I don't want to see him get hurt. I know Puck is using Mercedes to 'get back his mojo' or what ever, but she's using him too. I over heard her and Kurt talking the other day, she's planning to string him along until her popularity reaches a new high, and then dump him publicly to humiliate him. I don't want that to happen," Santana sighed.

"That's awful. At least Puck is honest about what he is planning, not being sly about it." Rachel answered.

"I know. And the thing with Puck is, all he has is his reputation and his family. He hasn't got much going for him, and he's had a real hard life. With his Dad bailing, he had to take on alot of responsibility. At school is the only chance he has to be a teenager. God he'd kill me if he knew I was telling you this, I only know because our Mom's are friends." Santana muttered.

"I know all about the situation with Noah's Dad, he told me." Rachel said shocking Santana.

"Puck told you?" She asked with wide eyes.

"No, Noah did. There is two sides to that boy, I was lucky enough to meet Noah." Rachel said, smiling fondly.

"Wow, maybe this is going to be easier than expected." Santana grinned nudging Rachel.

"Thank you Rach, for helping me. And for helping Puck. I know my reasons seem crazy, but I don't want to see him get hurt; despite how much he deserves it. That and I don't like Mercedes, I don't trust her as far as I can throw her." Santana spoke genuinely, taking Rachel's hand.

"So what is the actual plan?" Rachel asked curiously while offering Santana a smile of her own, and giving her hand a small squeeze.

And just by doing that, Santana knew Rachel understand and was with her all the way. She couldn't be more grateful.

"We'll talk about it during Glee, lunch is almost over we got to head to lessons. Up you get B!" Santana said standing up and offering Rachel a hand to help her up. Rachel accepted the hand and got to her feet, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt.

"B?" Rachel asked confused

"Yes B. Your new nickname, a nice one this time." Santana said sheepishly as she held open the auditorium door for Rachel.

"Why B? And does that mean I got to call you S now?"

"B for Berry. R sounds kind of weird, and I mostly call you Berry. So B it is, and I don't mind as long as it's not gay!" Santana laughed as she linked arms with Rachel, ignoring all the stares the two females were receiving from the crowded halls.

"Oh right, well I am going to call you San. S is to Gossip Girl." Rachel grinned making the other female laugh.

"What ever rocks your cock Berry." Santana said, still laughing slightly.

"My what! I don't have a co-" Rachel said with wide eyes, only for Santana to slap a hand over her mouth.

"It's a saying Rach, chill out!"


Rachel Berry, for the first time in her life, was speechless.

Like seriously speechless. Every time she opened her mouth to talk, she couldn't utter a single word. Not one.

And no, it wasn't because of her recently developed laryngitis.

She hadn't expected to come to school and become friends with the new head cheerleader, Santana Lopez.

But then again, she hadn't expected to take part in a scheme either. A scheme she was looking forward to participating in more then she let on.