Prologue

"Eight ball right corner pocket."

"Damn it Puck! Can't you ever let me win?" With only a smug grin as a reply, Noah Puckerman leaned over the pool table and aimed his cue. His friend Mike responded for him, piping up from his place on the basement's overstuffed couch. "You know better than that, Santana," Mike said with a chuckle. "Letting someone win isn't in Puck's nature. He's Mr. Competitive".

The next sound heard was that of the cue ball careening off the black eight, ricocheting it toward its final resting place. Puck's grin turned triumphant as he glanced up at his opponent. "Well, Lopez? It was ten bucks, I believe?"

Santana Lopez folded her arms across her chest, pouting, then reached into her jeans for the money. Mike and Matt, playing the latest version of Madden Football (A/N don't own it), laughed at her disappointment. "That's what you get for trying to beat Puckerman at anything," Matt called, though his words were barley understandable through a mouthful of chips. "Pool, cards, football – it's all the same. Dude's unstoppable. Seriously, Puck, why wait until homecoming, they oughta give you the MVP trophy now!"

Ignoring the comment, Puck shrugged and kept his gaze on the teenaged girl across from him. "Forget the bet San. I just got lucky anyways." He said holding out his hand for a sportsmanlike handshake.

"Lucky? I didn't sink a single solitary ball!" Santana swept her arm towards the mahogany pool table, where the multitudes of solid colored balls were evidence of her poor skill. "You could've at least given me a handicap."

"Where's the fun in that? Besides, you're the one who said you could play."

"I can!" Santana lifted her chin. "I've beaten Matt plenty of times."

This made Puck and Mike burst into laughter. "Yeah," Mike said with a snort. "Like that's hard."

"HEY!" Matt responded indignantly, a little late on the uptake.

Santana joined in on the laughter as she and Puck placed their long wooden cues in the rack on the wall. "Okay fine, how about Ping-Pong? I know I can beat you at that."

Puck was about to agree, but Mike interrupted quickly by lifting his X-box controller. "C'mon dude, I just demolished Matt and can use some real competition. Didn't you wanna get some football practice before homecoming next week?"

Santana joined the boys on the large sectional that formed a semi-circle on front of the television, and wasted no time reclining back and kicking up her feet on the coffee table. "Yeah like playing virtual football is real practice." She scoffed.

"Actually, there's a lot of strategy involved." Puck explained, fixing his hazel eyes on the action in front of him as he manipulated the controller expertly.

"Strategy. A video game. Please." Santana took a sip of her water and played with the fabric of her shirt as she watched the three boys play the intense game of virtual football. "You want strategy? Let's talk about getting some revenge on Rachel Berry already."

The three young men shared glances but only Matt spoke up, "Your obsessed with her, y'know that San? Its senior year; our time to rule. Why waste it thinking about some chick who bugged you one time in like junior high?"

"Junior high? Hello, it was only last year that that smug little witch ruined everything for me!"

Mike, sitting on Puck's left and the farthest from Santana, muttered out of the side of his mouth, "Here we go again."

"What did you say Mike?" Santana demanded.

"Nothing important." Mike said looking down.

"C'mon San," Puck said, hoping to get the violent girl's attention away from Mike. "Be fair, it wasn't Rachel's fault you were kicked off the Cheerios. You told me yourself you didn't show up to like one practice. What else was Coach Sylvester supposed to do? It was like you didn't want to be a part of the team. So she gave the captains position to Rachel instead of you…I say she earned it whether or not you were dropped from the squad."

She took a deep breath before she spoke, and the three boys felt the tension in the large room.

"I did so want to be on that squad. I just don't think those silly practices were necessary. Im one hundred times better than any of those little freaks, epically man hands." When mike snickered, Santana whipped her head around to glare at him. "And if you disagree with me, then you can get out of my house – and make sure you leave the beer and chips you're scarfing down!"

Mike muttered a "sorry" and took another handful of chips and a quick swig of beer. Satisfied, Santana sank back down into the sofa cushion and eyed Puck's hot bod beside her. "You know what a goody-two-shoes she is, Puck. Aren't you the one who's been on her case since sixth grade? Well, I think we really need to teach her a lesson. This is our final year at William McKinley. We should give her something to remember us by."

"Can we not talk about Rachel like she's wasn't my best friend?" Puck responded, as his virtual quarterback threw a perfect spiral pass to the receiver for another touchdown.

"Okay we won't talk about your precious Rachel anymore, "Santana said meaningfully. When Puck tossed a quizzical glance at her she looked away. "I mean, we know all about your history with Rachel."

"You make it sound like she and I…" the young man shrugged, hoping the flush burning his face didn't show in the light of the T.V. screen. "We've known each other since the womb, we were close ok?" He nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and continued to play the game.

"All the more reason to plan something devious," Santana said as a wicked smile spread across her face.

"Ummm… what did you have in mind San?" Puck asked worried about the answer he'd get.

"Not sure about that lover-boy, just something to knock that little-miss-popularity down a few pegs that's all. Nothing too life threatening." She mused.

Puck took a long wary look at her devilish expression, "You're officially creeping me the fuck out here. You're not gonna like dump fucking pigs blood on her…are you?" he asked. Santana looked at him with a creepy smile and he looked at her in disbelief, "I don't believe you! Jesus Christ! You're seriously thinking about this?"

"Well not pigs blood specifically…more like blue raspberry slushie or cherry red, that stains the worst, oh oh I know, all the flavors! It'll be just like Gay Boy Kurt threw up on her! We'll get her up on stage and, SPLAT! " by this time Santana was howling with laughter. The three boys were looking up at her in disbelief that she was actually thinking such things.

Sighing, Puck looked back at the television. It seemed whenever Santana wasn't hanging out with Brittnay, she was always making up different ways to knock Rachel of the High School hierarchy ladder. "Look San, I know your…creative, when it comes to pulling shit, but how do you think you'll even get Rachel on a fucking stage? It's not like she'll win prom queen, you know she isn't in to that stuff."

That put a stop to the Latina's howling laughter, and she had her 'thinking face' on. "I know exactly how we'll get her on stage. You are going to ask her out and act like the perfect little boyfriend and then you'll talk her into going to prom with you and then when you get crowned she'll get coated in rainbow slushie! Nobody will want to even associate themselves with her anymore and little Miss. Quinn Fabray won't have anybody to follow around like a little lost puppy because Rachel won't be on top anymore; I will." There was an evil glint in the girl's eyes that scared the three football players in the room.

"San, don't you think you're taking things to the extreme? What if Rachel doesn't win prom queen, hell what if she doesn't even say yes to this "date" you have planned? Did you ever think about that?" Puck taunted.

"I know that you two will win prom King and Queen because you're the most popular people in the school. On the other hand you're right, why would perfect, head Cheerio Rachel Berry go out with the man-whore Noah Puckerman? Let's make this more interesting, you get her to go out with you by March then you have to join the glee club, and don't even say you cant sing because you have sung along to the radio in my car more times than I can count. So do we have ourselves a deal?" Santana held out her hand waiting for him to shake it. Puck looked back at Mike and Matt, and then back at Santana.

"Guys I don't like this, Rachel isn't even that bad, she bought me lunch when Tina broke up with me." Mike said hesitantly, looking between Puck and Santana.

"Yeah San, don't you think this is a little extreme?" Puck said hopefully trying to pull himself out of this crazy scheme.

"Extreme? You've made it your mission to irritate the girl at every opportunity. How better to do it than humiliate her on prom night?" Santana's eyes narrowed in jealousy, "And since when are you so protective of her?"

"Im not. I just don't think she's really done anything to deserve something quite so" Santana interrupted him.

"Puck! She got me kicked off the Cheerios! Do you know how hard it was to schmooze Coach Sylvester into making me Captain! Forever! And remember what she did back in Junior high?"

"Fine, you've got yourself a deal." He shook her hand.

She stood up, "Okay see you babies later I'm goin to Britt-Britt's house to get our mack on…let yourselves out." she left her own house with all three boys jaws slacking.

Hope you guys like the prologue! Im gonna be writing this story in Puck and Rachel's POV so the next chapter will be Rachel's POV. Plz read and review!