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"Santana! Puck!" Rachel Berry waited for a reply, letting out a grumble when there was no reply. It had been a long day and all she wanted was to have a drink with her two room mates and bitch about work. "Well, whoop-de-fuck," she hissed, making her way into the kitchen and dumping her bag on the floor. It wasn't often that she was messy, but after the day she had, she didn't really care. She found the bottle of wine in the back of the cupboard and opened it, throwing the lid in the direction of the bin, not caring that it missed. She'd had work all morning and then two hours of gruelling dance lessons. All she wore was a pair of short shorts that barely covered ass and a see through pink tee shirt that hung off her left shoulder.
"Uh, Rach?" Noah Puckerman asked from behind her, his eyebrow raised. Rachel dropped the wine bottle from her lips and turned to the hunky man in the doorway. "You want a glass with that?"
"Nope, nope I'm good," she replied, bringing it back up to her mouth. Puck's eyebrows remained raised as he came into the kitchen and propped himself up on the bench, looking at the brunette who was now almost halfway through the bottle of wine.
"Rough day?" His voice was dry.
"Shit day," she growled. He smirked and held out his hand for the bottle.
"Aight, girl, I'll drink with you," he told her. Rachel handed over the bottle and he took a long drink from it. "Do we have another? Santana will be home soon, I'm pretty sure she'll want in on this." Rachel turned back to the cupboard, almost tripping over her feet due to the light headedness from the wine. She pulled two more bottles out and then held them up. Puck nodded and handed her back the bottle they had nearly finished between the two of them. "So, you wanna tell me what happened?"
"Boss," Rachel leaned against the table, jumping up and sitting on the flat surface, separating her legs slightly and resting the bottle in between her toned thighs. "Jackass keeps hitting on me—today he grabbed my ass." Puck shook his head.
"Did you tell him that I'd deal with him if he touched you again?" His voice was rough and surprised Rachel. She grinned over at him and tilted the bottle in his direction.
"I'll tell him next time," she smirked. Her hair fell forward over her face as she looked down at the bottle between her legs. "God, I swear I can only attract losers." Puck narrowed his eyes as he slid off the bench and walked over to her, his calloused hands landing lightly on her knees.
"That's not true—"
"Ooh, guys!" Santana Lopez wiggled her eyebrows from the front door. Puck's hands dropped to his sides as he turned to the feisty Latina in the doorway. "What's going on here?" Rachel looked clueless, her eyes slightly glazed over from her alcohol intake.
"Had a shit day," she replied. "Drink with us!" She held out the almost empty bottle and then frowned, swirling it around and then finishing off the rest of the liquid. "There's two more." Puck and Santana exchanged looks as she bent backwards over the table to get the second bottle. Her back hit the table and she couldn't pull herself back up despite her tight stomach muscles. She giggled and Santana grinned. "She's already drunk?"
"Fucking light weight, Berry," Puck laughed. He took a step closer to her, in between her legs now, and reached down to pull her up. She came up quickly, pressing herself against Puck's chest, giggling again. Puck stepped back quickly, trying to ignore the fact he could see through her shirt and that her shorts were small enough to be underwear. Santana watched the exchange with a smirk, knowing how Puck had felt about Rachel for a long time now, and seeing her sitting there in barely anything and already drunk was probably more than he could handle. Santana had to admit that Rachel was a pretty cute drunk, her hair tumbling around her shoulders and her face flushed.
"Are you gonna drink with me, San?" Rachel slid off the table and wrapped an arm around her friend.
"Yeah, yeah," she steadied the brunette and gripped the neck of the bottle. "Maybe we should move this to safer spot," she mumbled as she directed them toward the lounge. Puck watched the two girls with a smirk on his face, more than happy to let Santana to look after tipsy Rachel. He grabbed the third bottle and followed them into the lounge where they were sitting on the couch, Rachel's legs up on the couch, slung over Santana's. Puck sat on the coffee table facing them, taking off the cap of the third bottle and throwing some back.
"Can I have some?" Rachel asked, pouting slightly. God she had an amazing mouth, that bottom lip jutting out slightly, glossed and ready to be kissed, or bitten. Puck blinked quickly and gave her the bottle. She threw back the liquid quickly, some of it gathering in the corner of her mouth. Santana leaned forward and swiped it away with her thumb, already guzzling back more from the bottle she was holding.
"Her boss is hitting on her again," Puck stated, explaining the random drinking spree on a Wednesday night. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Maybe if you didn't wear those tiny shorts, showing that sexy ass, people wouldn't hit on ya," she reasoned. Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "Come on, Berry, don't look so surprised. You know I swing the ladies way." Rachel giggled as she handed the bottle back to Puck, who's eyes were looking at the two of them intently now, wondering where this conversation was leading exactly.
"I didn't know that you…Looked at me," Rachel's voice had dropped to a stage whisper. Santana laughed and drank more from the wine, offering it the other girl.
"Of course I looked at you, Rach. You're sexy and you walk around in your little lacy bras and underwear all day—I'd be stupid not too!" Rachel's cheeks flushed bright red and Puck couldn't help but laugh. Santana rolled her eyes and looked over at Puck. "Don't think I don't know you stare at her too!" Rachel's eyebrows shot up and her head snapped toward Puck. He gave a half smile, feeling awkward, running a hand over his short hair.
"You look at me too?!" Rachel gasped.
"Yeah,well…" he gave a one shouldered shrug. "You do wear some sexy shit." Rachel let out a laugh and swallowed more from the wine bottle. She jumped up on the couch, wobbling slightly.
"Ooooh," she breathed out as she tried to steady herself. Santana reached up and grasped her hand, giving her friend something to balance against. "Okay…Okay!" Rachel let out another giggle. "Okay!" She announced again, finally getting her balance. "Check this out." Before Santana and Puck knew what was happening, she had pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the ground. Puck's eyes widened as he saw the purple satin and lace bra she was wearing. Not one he had seen before. His eyes dropped to Santana who was biting down on her lower lip, diverting her eyes to the ground.
"Rach, what are you doing?" Puck asked.
"Well you guys check me out anyway!" Rachel laughed, oblivious to how she was affecting her two room mates. She hooked her fingers in her shorts and yanked them down as well and Puck's eyes flashed as he saw the matching thong she was wearing, showing her toned, tanned thighs and ass.
"Shit, Rach," Santana reached up and pulled the drunk girl down so she was sitting back on the couch, her legs propped up in front of her. Puck bit down on his lower lip when Rachel looked over at him, completely unaware of how sexy she looked right night. "Control yourself." Rachel laughed and let her head drop back onto the couch and her eyes flicked over to Santana.
"Santana!" Her voice was abrupt and Santana took another long swig of alcohol, trying to calm the way her stomach was feeling because of the half naked girl next to her. "What's it like to kiss a girl?" Santana almost spat out wine she had just sucked back. Puck felt a grin play across his lips. Santana didn't know how to reply and Rachel pursed her lips, turning to Puck. "Noah. What's it like to kiss a girl?" Puck leaned forward, his face close to hers.
"Why? Kissing boys not good enough for you?"
It happened just a little too fast for him to process what was happening. Suddenly, Rachel's lips were pressed against his. She tasted like strawberries from her lip gloss and wine, and when she opened her mouth against his, Puck couldn't help but put a hand on her knee, sliding it down her thigh. Rachel giggled and pulled away, tilting her head to the side.
"Well I like kissing you," she mumbled. "You're a good kisser. Buuuut, I've never kissed a girl." Puck couldn't help but feel himself harden in his pants as Rachel looked over at Santana, who was licking her lips and unable to take her eyes off the brunette. "So, Santana. What's it like—like from a girl's perspective?"
That was when things moved in fast forward again, Santana's lips were against Rachel's and Puck's eyes flew open in surprise. Rachel squeaked in surprise, but Santana's hands went to the other girls face and her thumbs rubbed circles over her smooth skin. Rachel relaxed into the kiss, and gasped when Santana's tongue slid over her lower lip and then into her mouth, meeting her own tongue. Puck chewed down on his inner cheek to try and control the urges that were rushing over him. As the two girls broke apart, Rachel blinked slowly, suddenly very quiet. Santana smirked and leaned back, drinking from her wine bottle again.
"I like kissing you too," Rachel mumbled and Santana laughed.
"I liked that too, I'd just like to add," Puck piped up. Rachel giggled and leaned over the side of the couch to grasp the bottle from his hand. Puck couldn't help but lick his lower lip as her breasts grazed against his arm. Santana narrowed her eyes and shuffled over on the couch, her thighs now pressed against Rachel's. As the younger girl was drinking from the bottle, Santana caught Puck's eyes. She lifted her eyebrows and jerked her head in Rachel's direction. Puck realized what she was hinting and narrowed his eyes. "No," he mouthed at her.
"Yes," Santana mouthed back. She slid her hand on Rachel's bare thigh and the girl giggled, still drinking from the wine bottle. Puck looked down at Santana's hand and then back up to her face. "Yes," this time she actually said it out loud and Rachel dropped the bottle from her mouth and frowned at the Latina.
"Yes, what?" She asked, looking from one friend to the other. Puck rolled his eyes, but couldn't take them off Rachel for more than a few seconds at a time. She was sitting their in her purple lacy bra and panties, looking completely oblivious to the two adults who were very turned on by her right now. She was playing with a strand of hair, chewing on her lower lip, the other hand resting on the bottle of wine. "Yes, what?" Her voice was getting impatient.
"Are you feeling better?" Puck asked quietly.
"Yeah…Much," Rachel grinned. She stood up suddenly, and Puck was looking directly at her crotch now, before she turned and walked toward the kitchen, leaving them looking at her perfect ass. Santana leaned over to Puck.
"Seriously, Puck, one us is getting with her tonight—I think we'd rather it be both of us." Puck's jaw tensed as Rachel came back to them, holding a bottle of tequila.
"You don't think you've had enough to drink?" Puck asked her as she sat down again, this time on the coffee table right next to Puck. She spun around and slung her legs over Puck's, leaning in close to him.
"You don't want me to get drunk?" Her voice was husky and soft as she leaned in to whisper against his ear.
"I would love it if you got drunk," Puck replied, putting a hand under her chin and pulling her face toward him. Their lips met again and this time, Puck was ready for her. His tongue licked over her lower lip and she let out a moan from the back of her throat, exciting him even more. Santana grinned and extracted the tequila bottle from Rachel's hands as she pressed herself against Puck, her arms going around his neck. When they pulled apart, Rachel was breathing hard, her hips unconsciously rolling closer to Puck's hand which was resting on her hip. Santana licked her lip and shuffled forward on the couch.
"I, uh…" Rachel blinked, the alcohol and the close proximity to the gorgeous guy next to her muddling her thoughts. "Uh, tequila?" She reached out blindly for the bottle that Santana was holding.
"For a kiss," Santana's voice was sultry and Puck couldn't help but grin. Maybe her idea was crude, taking advantage of a drunk Rachel. But it was hot, and Rachel wasn't complaining. Which she proved as she leaned over Puck's lap and kissed Santana full on the mouth. Santana's hand came up and rested on Rachel's bare thigh, sliding upward slowly. Rachel jerked underneath her touch and Puck put his hand on her back, rubbing it softly. The two hands touching her made Rachel pull away from Santana's mouth and let out a breathy moan, unable to open her eyes.
"I'm definitely going to need that tequila," she finally murmured.
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