2 reasons for this story.

1) Because 'Aaliyah's Lullaby' is turning into quite the beast of a story (length wise) i decided to do a short story where you don't have to wait forever for the wanky parts.

2) The world could always do with some more Puck/Kurt loving.

This short story shouldn't be any longer than 20k words and is all set in one day. Valentines day 2013. (4X14)

I own Nothing.

Rated M.

Chapter 1.

"Guys, you have no idea how happy I am for them." Rachel Berry squealed excitedly from the driver's seat of her dads car. She was so loud in fact that she actually made herself jump as well as her two New York roommates Kurt Hummel and Santana Lopez. "Their on off romance was to talk of the choir room, don't you remember?" she sighed fondly, blissfully unaware of the disdainful looks she received from her fellow New Yorkers.

"Rachel, the talk of the choir room, for four long years, was the romance of you and Finn." Kurt reminded her in a dull dreary voice as his fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the tiny chain on his bowtie. "And not by choice I might add."

They were on their way to the wedding of Mr. Schuester, their high school music director and his soon to be wife, Miss Pillsbury, who was the school's guidance counselor who just so happened to need more guidance then the students . The three had just flown in for this special day, with happened to fall on valentines day and Rachel couldn't be more excited.

Rachel Berry loved a good romance and a Valentines wedding was as romantic as it gets, it also helped that her ex boyfriend, who she was still madly in love with, was the best man. Kurt and Santana on the other hand, were not as excited. It was only last week that Santana had finally let her ex girlfriend go, to be with Trouty Mouth McChapstick of all people and she was in no mood for a reunion just yet. Kurt, being a teenage boy, was super horny and had planned to meet up and sleep with his ex boyfriend Blaine Anderson until his ex dropped the bomb that he was going with Tina, his hag for life.

"Guys, we are here to enjoy ourselves. It's Valentines day after all. What better way to spend it then watching the man who helped us become who we are, get married to his bride?" Rachel asked and patted Santana, who was in the passenger seat, on the knee. Santana grimaced and eagerly retracted her leg.

"We are single on Valentines day, it's depressing and I'm horny as fuck and officially have no-one there to get my wanky on with." Santana answered if a huff and held her hand out to the back seat, waiting and receiving a gay high five from a depressed looking Kurt. She then went to fix the bottom of her skin tight red dress and brush imaginary lint off her black fluffy shrug. "I mean, apart from Brittany, who is a no go, I'm the only lesbian there, unless you count someone in OCD's family and I am not going down on a fire crotch."

"Who are you and what have you done with Santana Lopez?" Rachel asked playfully and only received a scowl in return. "I mean, the Santana I know, wouldn't sit around and mope about not having anyone on Valentine's day, she would go out and find someone." Rachel turned to the Latina briefly and cocked her brow in a challenging way. "Junior year, you were single and what did you do? Got all pissed about Blaine rubbing it in that you were single, flirted with Sam and then… you know… orally pleasured him out back."

Kurt, who didn't know this tad bit off information, winced at the explicit images that were now penetrating his brain. Santana on the other hand, just looked smug.

"I need some action as well tonight or I swear I'm going to explode." Kurt mumbled and squeezed the bridge of his nose in his fingers.

"Then find someone." Rachel huffed as she turned the car into the church yard. "You're Kurt and Santana, you get what you want." she stopped the car in a vacant space, killed the engine and spun around to look at her two favorite gays, not including her dads of course. "Santana, you practically turned Brittany and Kurt you turned Karofsky. Everyone in that church is fresh meat for you. Well, apart from Finn of course."

"I don't know if I'm more offended that you used the word 'turn' like we changed what they originally were or that you implied I would want another round on that washed up beach whale Finnessa again." Santana explained, holding her finger out as a signal to silence her brunette friend. "For the first time in over a week, I feel like punching you right now."

"Everyone is too prudish in there anyway." Santana continued as she dropped her hand on her lap and threw her head back on the head rest. "Apart from us, and our ex's, we have no proof that any of them have experience in the bedroom." Kurt frowned at this observation and so did Rachel. "Well, and Arite. Tina and Mike talk a big game, but I doubt they have actually done anything and Mercedes was a complete cockblock for Sam." Kurt nodded his head in agreement but Rachel still looked confused.

"I don't get it, you are willing to get it on with someone as long as they aren't virgins?" Rachel asked incredulously in which Kurt and Santana nodded their heads. "But why? Isn't taking someone's virginity one of those must do things?"

"I taken plenty of people virginity and let me tell you, none of it good!" Santana replied proudly. "If I want a hot body under me, she has to be experienced."

"Same with Blaine, our first time was magically, but after we had done it over and over, in comparison, our first time was ghastly." Kurt cringed at the memory. "Beside, we are back in New York in a couple of days, we don't need some love sick stalker who we took their virginities trying to sneak in our luggage and follow us home."

Rachel said nothing, but her brows were knitted together, a sign of deep thinking for the diva.

"Casual sex for Valentines day." Santana confirmed.

"We don't even need to like or know them." Kurt added and both horny teens did the gay high five again.

Outside, people were gathering, including some of their friends. Mercedes was visible in a fabulous pink dress and white wolf shawl , talking to a suited and booted Mike Chang. Rachel hadn't seen them since the high school musical of grease. New kids Ryder, Jake and Marley were there as well, talking animatedly to… that's it! Rachel nearly gasped aloud at the sudden and obvious solution.

"So you want two people, a girl for Santana and a boy for Kurt, obviously good looking and experienced in the bedroom?" the two she was talking to cocked their brows in intrigues and studied her beaming face. "People who you know for sure have done the deed? Would a bloody, loud, mid competition situation be evidence enough?" Santana and Kurt's brows fell into frowns as what was being implied was obviously lost on them. "Quinn and Puck!" she squealed loudly, bouncing up and down, clapping her hands like a demented seal.

Kurt and Santana's eye went wider than either two thought possible as they looked at each other in surprise, before turning their heads to look at the entrance of the church to the two people in question. Noah Puckerman was lent against the wall, one leg hiked up, smoking a cigarette while he laughed happily at something Quinn Fabray was saying with a huge smile on her face.

Santana and Kurt span back around so fast that their heads almost collided.

"I'm in if you are, Hummel."

"Deal."