So, I changed the rating to T because I'm not really good at writing smutty stuff which was my plan.

I OWN NOTHING!

It was over a week later and Kinsley was digging in her locker for a binder when Kitty decided to sneak up on her. Smirking, she hid behind the door waiting until just the right moment. She decided when the other cheerleader closed her locker would be perfect. Unfortunately, that would be perfect. However, Kinsley had different plans.

"What do you want, Kitty?" She asked startling the other blonde.

"I'll say, Kinsley, you're the only person I have not been able to sneak up on," Kitty smiled.

"What do you want?" She huffed slinging her red bag over her shoulder and shutting her locker.

"What's going on between you a Puckerman?" Kitty asked.

"Nothing," Kinsley said turning and walking away.

"That's a bunch of bullshit," Kitty stated following.

"I've danced with him my whole life, he's like my brother," Kinsley defended.

"We all know that's not true. Two people can't move like that unless they like each other."

"There's nothing there."

"You know I heard that you guys slept together at that party after eighth grade."

"Who told you that?" Kinsley demanded stopping in the middle of the hallway.

"Everyone's heard it and by the look on your face, you just confirmed it."

"So, what if we did have sex?" She asked adjusting the strap on her shoulder. "That was years ago and it's not like I'm the only girl he has ever slept with. I'm not even the only Cheerio he's slept with. Besides, we were drunk and it was a mistake."

"Something tells me that you didn't think it was mistake when you woke up the next morning."

"When I woke up, I didn't think it was a mistake. He was holding me close to his body and at first, I thought it was the best thing that happened to me."

"What happened?"

"He woke up and we just left. And at school and dance, he acted like nothing had ever happened. Now, I'm friend with benefits."

"What about when he was going out with Marley."

"The late night phone calls stopped. Look, he really did try to change when he was with her. Despite what you all think, he really is a good guy."

And with those last words, Kinsley turned and walked toward the choir room. Heaving a sigh, she sat in the empty chair next to Jake and he snaked his arm around the back of the plastic chair.

"Can you help me tonight at the studio, I'm working on a combination Mr. Shue wanted me to do and I need your input?" She asked him.

"Yeah," he replied leaning in, but the next part he whispered in her ear. "I need help with something, too."

She knew what he meant, but she wasn't about to say no. So she nodded her head and flashed a half-hearted smile.

Jake drove them to the studio on his motorcycle. When he first saw Kinsley walk out of her house dressed in the black dance shorts, fish-net tights, a black sports bra, and the black zip-up sweatshirt that he recognized as his own, it almost did him in. She had her wavy hair down and she had reapplied her makeup after school. There was no way getting around the fact that she was beautiful no matter what, but she was unbelievably sexy even when she didn't try to be.

"You know you're killing me, right?" Jake said as she climbed onto the bike. He handed her a helmet and she smirked at him pulling it over her head. She grabbed onto him tightly resting her chin on his shoulder and they were off.

Kinsley jammed her studio key into the door of the studio. The lights were off and no one but the two teenagers were there. The studio was closed to the public this late on a Friday night –though it really was only 7:30. But they both worked at the studio to pick up extra cash and that had its perks. Best one; unlimited studio access.

Jake flipped on the lights in the back classroom as the two dropped their belongings on the dusty floor. Kinsley plugged her phone in the stereo and the music boomed through the speakers. She walked to the center of the floor and slid down into her middle splits. She smirked over at Jake who had a visible problem already forming.

"Damn," he muttered.

"So, maybe I am trying to kill you," she teased pulling herself out of her stretching position. With ease, she strapped on her character shoes and changed the song on her phone putting it on loop. "Let's get started."

"What do you need me to do?"

Kinsley broke down the moves for him. She explained everything in detail –down to where he was supposed to put his hands. Jake smiled to himself; she was so passionate about dancing. And she was just so damn adorable when she thought like that. The way her nose scrunched up and she nibbled absentmindedly on her lower lip. He loved the way she did that. If he was totally honest, he would admit that he loved more than just that about her. He would say he loved everything about her. But, he was not fully honest with anyone.

As she pressed her back to his front and moved around, he had to stifle the groan rippling through his throat. Kinsley pulled away from him pulling off the sweatshirt and throwing it to the side. Sighing, she brushed some hair out of her eyes and smiled at him seductively.

Before she could blink, she was pressed up against a wall with Jake on top of her. Their lips were smashed together and their hands were roaming all over each others body. Her arms went around his neck and she had a leg hoisted up around his waist. His hands were on her butt pushing her closer to him.

Kinsley tugged at the hem of his t-shirt and he helped her pull it over his head, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. His lips connected with the sensitive part of her neck.

And after name screaming and embarrassingly loud moaning, they laid sprawled out on the floor completely entangled in each other.

Her head was on his chest and he was playing with her mess of hair. There was a pile of clothes in the corner of the room and during the intense make-out session on the wall, the lights had been switched off.

"I need to get home," she said pulling out of his arms. Walking around the room she pulled on her scattered clothes and tossed Jake's at him probably harder than necessary. She couldn't have told you why, but she felt so pissed off at him.

Once they were both dressed, they walked out the door. As they zoomed through the city, Kinsley felt that lump in her throat, that feeling you got when you were fighting back tears. And that's when she knew why she was so angry. She was sick of being used and thrown around. Most of all, she hated that she wasn't the only girl he used that way.

As he stopped in front of her driveway and she climbed off, she muttered a quiet 'thanks' while she yanked the helmet of her head.

Jake watched her as she walked through the front door and disappeared in her dark house. He waited until he saw the light flicker on in her room and he saw her moving around, illuminated in the warm light.

Please review! I really want to know what you think.

Love,

Kaylie