This is going to be a very short story, five or six chapters, I'm not sure yet.
The main pairing is Pucktana, but it contains a very large part of Brittana as well, but that will become clear throughout the story!
It's M for the obvious reason I'm going to insert some smut in this story, somewhere in chapter three or four. Don't like, don't read. I've warned you.
R&R, but mostly: enjoy.


Chapter One: Five years old

It was a very hot day that day, too hot to be outside. But Santana was, lonely on the porch of her house, head in hands and tears slowly running down her cheeks.

She had become five that day, and no-one had said even a word about it. Her parents were on a so-called 'working trip' and had yet to wake up and call her, her family actually hated her because she was a spoiled little brat and she didn't really have friends because she acted all bossy in kindergarten, so there was really no fucking soul who gave a damn about her and it being her birthday.

So she sat there, on the porch, already for quite a time. There was a birthday cake inside, she had bought it with some of the money they had left for her nanny – who had yet to make an appearance, and her parents were already gone for two days.

A sigh came from deep down her tiny body when she sat up straight. She didn't want to cry for her lousy birthday anymore, but didn't seem to be able to hold back the waterfall spilling out of her eyes.

She was about to get up, dust off her pants and get inside to eat some cake when she heard the squeaking of tires on dry asphalt. Noah.

The Mohawked guy from a few blocks away had gotten a go-card for his birthday a few weeks ago and he could be found on the road every single day.

Santana didn't like him. At all. He was too self-conscious sometimes, and he said stupid things and told stupid jokes and wore stupid shoes and…

When she saw him turning the corner into her street she sighed again. He was steering his fire red go-card in a zigzag movement over the pavement and back on the street, his fist pushed into the air when he saw her and he braked his vehicle in front of her house.

"Hey Lopez, why ya sitting on alone?" He asked with a smirk on his face and his body a bit slouched down his seat. In the cart hooked onto the go-card stood a large picnic basket.

Santana growled and wiped the tears furiously away. "Get lost, Noah."

His face fell for a moment before he pushed himself out of his seat and walked over to her. He saw the red in her eyes and the way her cheeks were shining as if they had been wet. That's what she was wiping away, he thought and kneeled in front of her.

"What's wrong?"

Santana scowled and pushed against his shoulders, giggled when he tumbled over because hurting people was actually pretty hilarious. She was an evil kid, even back then.

When Puck steadied himself again he placed his hand on her knee like he had seen his mom do so often when she had a woman talk with one of her friends, so it seemed the best thing to do. Santana actually enjoyed the warmth pouring through the fabric of her denim.

"What's wrong?" He repeated, his hazel eyes locking with the dark brown ones of the Latina in front of him.

She took in a raspy breath before spilling out everything about her birthday being everything but fun. He nodded all the time, encouraging her to keep on talking. And she does, she talked fifteen minutes straight until big warm tears were crawling down her skin again. Puck kissed them away with a goofy grin.

"My dad is always away from home, even on my birthday, so I know how you feel." He confessed, his hand slowly travelled up to her shoulder which he gently squeezed.

"You still have your mom here." Santana mumbled, her lower lip was quivering again when she thought about the lack of her parents.

"True. But you still have me here." He said and pointed to his chest before he grabbed her hand and pulled her up and away to his go-card. "Get in, princess."

Santana climbed into the card and pushed her back against the wall, the warmth of the wood felt kind against her limbs. Her eyes fell on the basket next to her again and an eyebrow quirked up. "Where is this for?"

Puck turned around and looked at the light brown basket and the blanket that lay beneath it, neatly folded together by his mom. He smiled. "I wanted to take Quinn for a picnic but I think I now want to take you." He pointed at her at that last word and then nodded . "Yeah, I am going to do that."

"Okay." Santana sighed and took her lower lip beneath her teeth. It was the nicest thing someone had ever done for her and it made her change her opinion about Puck a little. Maybe he wasn't such a dickhead after all…

Puck drove her through Lima for a while before they stopped at the local park. Santana mounted out of the card and Puck grabbed the basket and blanket. They walked through the metal gate together and sat nearby the little lake.

They got comfortable on the blanket and Puck opened the basket, exposing a package of chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of apple juice.

"This is the lamest picnic I've ever had." Santana grinned and grabbed the cookies to rip it open and grab one.

"Is not! Noah Puckerman does great picnics." He said firmly. She chuckled.

"Noah Puckerman. Noah Puckerman… Puck."

"Hey, that sounds pretty good. Puck. I think I'm going to keep that one."

"Yeah, you should."

They ate cookies and drank from the same bottle without finding it gross and goofed around a bit, and Santana decided that Puck actually was kind of a great person to be friends with.

When it got dark, Santana stood up and sighed. "I need to get home."

"I'll bring you." He said and grabbed his stuff before heading back to his go-card and dropping everything in the cart. Santana got back into it, shoved to the front and rested her hands on Puck's shoulders. While he drove her home, she watched her surroundings and felt the heavy feeling of being alone falling of her shoulders. A genuine smile covered her face.

"Puck?" She asked while her fingers drummed against his collar bones. He looked up shortly before concentrating on the task at hand again. "Do you want to be my friend?"

"Sure thing, Lopez."

Too soon they reached Santana's house again, but she didn't fancy being alone again so she invited him in. "As my friend I think you deserve some birthday pie."

The boy ran as fast as he could towards the front door, and Santana giggled at how dorky her new friend actually was.

Once inside she turned on all the lights she passed from hall to kitchen and took the pie out of the fridge. Puck licked his lips at the sight of all the whip cream and the chocolate flocks and the pieces of strawberry. She cut two large pieces and climbed onto the sink to get two plates, then shoved the pie onto them and handed one to Puck.

"You know, Santana, I think you are awesome." He grinned before he bit into the pie and dipped his nose – not on purpose! – in the whip cream.

Santana smirked. "Do you say that because you got pie?"

"No, because I mean it."

Santana felt a warm flutter in her chest which rapidly spread throughout her whole body. With an aching grin she sat down on the couch with Puck and they watched a late night Spongebob episode until they fell asleep next to each other, one of Puck's arms around Santana's waist and her head tucked underneath his chin.