This is really easy to write instead of Facebook Status,but I did struggle with this certain chapter. I have problems writing about Puck O.o But don't worry, I will continue FB Status but I might just write it when I have inspiration. I don't have a plot for it,I just write it as I go which I have to change. Anyways, I'm so glad you enjoyed this!Hopefully these will be longer,so enjoy!
Oh,I made an error in the beginning of Chapter One. She wasn't going to her apartment,she was going to Santana's in case you were confused. I guess I got confused too. That chapter sucked because of how late it was,so I'm real sorry. I have to rewrite the summary too But I have no idea since I suck at summaries -.-
I kept rewriting this because I had some problems,but hopefully the next chapter won't be as hard!
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Summary:Quinn,Santana,and Rachel start chatting up their bartender and head home. Afterwards, Rachel gives Santana an alarming decision and at the end of the day Santana receives a surprising text.
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They all continued to gawk at him as he served drinks expertly. "What the hell is he doing here? I thought he was in Cleveland with Finn." Quinn whispered to them,her eyes still trained on Puck. "That was five years ago, a lot can happen in five years." Rachel answered. She still couldn't believe that he was here, in New York of all places.
"Stop watching him like he's a main course and let's just get some drinks." Santana said,pulling Rachel and Quinn by the wrist to the bar. "Puckerman." Santana spoke up when his back was turned to them. He whirled around and faced them with a look of amusement and shock.
He looked even hotter than he used to be if it was possible. His Mohawk was gone,thank God, and he gained more muscle. "I never thought I'd see you in New York of all places." Santana smirked, seeing his reaction. He snapped out of it and chuckled. "Well, I had to get out of Ohio. I moved here two years ago." He replied."Anything to drink?" He raised an eyebrow towards them.
"Champagne." Rachel quickly answered. He nodded and took out three glasses. "What are you doing in New York?" Quinn asked as he poured the drink into their glasses. "Well, I work part time as a song writer. I don't write anything major, so until then I'm bar tending on certain nights." He said.
Rachel beamed at the news. "So Finn's still in Cleveland?" Quinn asked. Puck nodded and then looked at Rachel. "So, what's the occasion?" Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" "Well, you're drinking champagne." Rachel laughed nervously. "B finished with Spring Awakening." Santana said proudly, pouring herself another glass.
Puck smiled and as cliché as it sounded, Rachel swore she could've melted. Since when was she suddenly attracted to Noah of all people? "Congrats, Berry. I'd knew you'd make it." Rachel blushed. "So, what's going on with you three? How'd you guys meet?"
"Well,B and I were in decided to share an apartment. Around the third or second year I transferred to Harvard so I had to move."Her expression seemed to drop at that. "Quinn transferred to NYU from OSU after a year, so her and Rach caught up. After two years of school I met Quinn and we became friends. So now I'm a lawyer and living in my own apartment." Santana smiled. "
Makes sense." Puck said. "So, what's your life story? Any girls in your life?" Santana smirked watching as he chuckled nervously. Santana and Puck talked easily, while Quinn had no idea what to ask him and Rachel could pretty much blush through the entire conversation.
"I just ended a relationship last week." He replied with ease. Santana cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How long have you been dating?" Puck thought for a moment before answering. "Six months." The girls were slightly shocked that he was capable of a long relationship. But, not everyone was the same from high school. "Wow, you're actually capable of a long relationship." Santana sat back, crossing her arms with a smirk. "I'm impressed." He chuckled. "Well, I'm not exactly the same as I was in high school. 'Sides, she was cheating on me with her married boss." Rachel let out an unladylike like snort. He sure knew how to pick the girls.
Puck looked at Rachel with raised eyebrows. "What about you?" Rachel fidgeted in her seat. "I'm single." "She has been ever since Finnesa broke up with her." Quinn said with a slight laugh. Rachel turned to her left and glared at the blonde who was still drinking her first glass. "You can do better with him, he told me yesterday he's dating some blonde bimbo. Tall,clumsy, not very bright." Puck said with a laugh. Quinn and Rachel laughed too, sounded like a perfect match. They looked to Santana to see she wasn't laughing but fidgeting in her seat.
Rachel pursed her lips, she knew why. It reminded her of Brittany. Rachel drained the last of her champagne and poured another glass. "So, you've only dated one guy for the five years I haven't seen you?" Puck asked. "No! I dated a few other guys.." Rachel replied with a pout. Santana went back to her normal self and let out a loud laugh. "Come on, Jeremy didn't count." Rachel crossed her arms and looked at the Latina. "Of course he did!" "You guys barely touched each other. The most he touched you was when your arms brushed together." Santana laughed, causing Rachel to go red. She huffed and finished her drink.
The rest of the night all four of them talked, catching up on five years. They finished three bottles of champagne at the end of the night, but Puck wasn't around for the last bottle. He was busy serving others, or flirting more like it, and when they were done they all exchanged numbers. The girls put on their outerwear back on and headed out, saying a quick goodbye before piling into Santana's car.
"Well, that was interesting." Quinn said from the front seat. Rachel hummed in agreement. "But it was nice seeing him again." Rachel said as she rubbed her arms. "Are you guys spending the night?" Santana said when they were on the road. "I've got to get back to Sam. I promised I'd talk to him when we get back." Quinn smiled. "You guys are attached to the hip, are you guys even getting action?" Santana asked causing Quinn to blush and hit Santana's shoulder. "Shut up!That's personal!"
Santana laughed. "I'll take that as a no." Quinn huffed and leaned back, crossing her arms. Rachel giggled, combing her fingers through her hair. "I'll spend the night, I don't want to wait and grab a taxi. Who knows how long it'll take for me to get home?" Rachel said. Santana nodded. "Guess we'll have fun without Quinn." Santana stuck her tongue out a Quinn who just scowled. They got to the apartment and Quinn got out first, saying a good bye and got into her own car.
Santana and Rachel walked into the building. Rachel rolled her eyes as Santana winked at someone in the elevator. "Can you not flirt for like, one minute?" Rachel said after the man left. The elevator doors closed and went back up. "I got his number." She waved a piece of paper with his number in front of Rachel's face, ignoring her question. Rachel just rolled her eyes again and stepped out of the elevator. "Come on, B. You're just jealous. You haven't been laid in centuries. Maybe you could hook up with Puckerman, I know he'd be more than willing to do so." Santana winked at her best friend while unlocking her door.
Rachel blushed and hit her arm. "Shut up! And why are you so positive he'd be wiling?" She asked curiously, all traces of her being playfully mad were gone. "Oh please, I see how he looked at you at the bar. He kept staring at you and I'm pretty sure if you actually weren't red the whole time,"She turned to Rachel who blushed more. "You'd both participate in eye fucking." Rachel's eyes widened to saucers and she started to beat her with her purse. "Sheesh! Is today beat Santana day?" Santana said, flopping on to her couch.
"If you weren't so crude all of the time we'd actually stop." Santana shrugged off her coat and went to hang it. "If you won't take Puckerman, I'll take him." Rachel looked at her in confusion. "Like, date him?" Santana let out a scoff and removed her shoes. "No, just relive our junior years together. In bed."
She finished, sending a wink to Rachel who was lounging on an armchair. "Disgusting, some news I don't need to know." "You asked for it." "Did not!" "You asked the dumbest question, why the hell would I date Puckerman? It was a fling, the only attraction we had to each other was sexual."
Rachel bit on her bottom lip and analyzed Santana's face. "You're lying, aren't you? You don't want anything to do with him, much less make a ruckus in bed with him." Santana laughed at her wording. She could never say fuck. "Maybe you're right, but I will do it once." Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. She got up from the chair and took her coat off.
"I'm changing, pop in a movie or something." Santana nodded and went to her DVD collection.
Rachel changed to pink sweatpants and an NYU shirt. She tied her messy hair into a messy bun at the top of her head. She left her clothes in a neat pile in the corner and went to the bathroom to wash off her make-up. As soon as Rachel left Santana went in.
"We're watching Mean Girls." She replied and shut the door afterwards. Rachel nodded and went to the kitchen, pulling out glasses and pouring hot chocolate in them. Hot chocolate was their drug in the winter. She leaned her back against the island and thought.
Why was she so suddenly interested in Noah? Was it because of how much he changed? His looks were a definite bonus, and him being capable of a long relationship was,too. He did change, he was nicer and more mature. But he still fooled around with girls which was a downer. She frowned. Was he really into her? She sighed, deciding to call him in a few days and ask him out. If she could muster up the courage.
Santana soon came out in identical clothes she wore earlier,blue tank top and blue shorts. She sat down Indian style on the couch and pressed play. Rachel walked over and handed her the mug and sat Indian Style. Halfway through the movie she looked at Santana.
"Should I ask him out?" Santana tore her eyes away from the screen and looked at her. She shrugged. "If you want too, truth be told I was rooting for Puckleberry the whole senior year. Finchel sucked ass." Rachel giggled at her couple names.
"Well, if you want to fool around with Noah I'll let you before I ask him.." Rachel said nervously, sipping at her drink. They went through five cups of it since the movie started. "Are you serious?" Santana cocked an eyebrow at her in disbelief. Rachel meekly nodded. "I'd rather you do it now when I have no major feelings for him. Besides, nothing will happen if we do go out,right?" Santana nodded, still digesting what she told her.
Her best friend gave her permission to have sex with someone she's going to ask out? As much as she kind of wanted to, she didn't want to do that to her. "B, you're kidding right? You giving me permission to have sex with your future boyfriend?" Rachel bit on her bottom lip. "Well, we might not even date. And it'll only be once.."
Santana sighed, pausing the movie and laying her mug down on the table. Rachel looked at her as she did so and laid her mug in her lap. The warmness of the drink soothing her legs. "That's fucked up, Berry." Berry looked at her with eyes wide as saucers.
"I mean, think about it. Your best friend having sex with your boyfriend. Isn't that strange?" Rachel sighed. "He's not my boyfriend." "Well he will be soon." "Santana, I'm not even sure if I'll ask him out. And if you do have sex with him, I'd be totally fine with it. I don't have feelings for him. It's a yes or no question, which one will it be?" She raised her eyebrows at her.
Santana fiddled with her fingers. It'll be nothing, right? No feelings, it'll be just once. She never had attraction to him anyways, they only had a few common interests. Sex and relationships. They both enjoyed sex but failed at relationships. Santana shocked Rachel and even herself when she replied. "I'll call him tomorrow." She said quietly. She couldn't help but feel guilty.
Rachel didn't know why she was shocked but it was soon gone. She had no trace of jealousy in her. She put on a small smile and nodded. "Okay." She looked up at the TV screen and back at Santana who looked worried and scared. "Let's go to bed, I'm tired." Santana nodded and picked up both mugs. She walked to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. When she turned around Rachel was already in her guest room. She sighed, she already felt bad. But she gave her her blessing right? She's not even sure if she'll call him.
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The next morning Santana woke up to the smell of breakfast. She grinned, B always cooked when she stayed. She got out of bed and brushed her teeth. The ponytail she slept in was loose and her hair was a mess. She quickly brushed it before going into the kitchen to see Rachel setting food on plates. Rachel looked up when she heard her footsteps. She smiled at her and set down a mug of coffee.
"I was thinking you,me,and Quinn could so some shopping today." She set,sipping her coffee. Santana sat on one of the high stools and began to eat. She nodded and drank her coffee. After finishing her eggs she looked up at Rachel who finished her plate. "I won't call Puck." Rachel looked up at her in disbelief. "Are you sure?" Santana nodded. "100%." Rachel smiled at her.
"Well, I'll leave you to finish and I'll go change." Santana nodded and finished her food. She set it in the sink and washed the dishes. She toweled her hands dry and walked to her room to find Rachel coming out of the shower. "You shower fast." Rachel laughed and dried her hair with the towel. "There's towels in there for you." Rachel said, walking into her closet. She nodded and shut the door. She got out of her clothing and let the warm water relieve her.
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Rachel finished drying her hair and admired herself in Santana's full length mirror. She wore a blue dress with white polka dots and white tights. She wore black pumps and had her hair straight. Santana then came out, steam from the shower trailing behind her.
Santana took one look at Rachel and raised and eyebrow. "Dress?" Rachel nodded. Santana sighed and walked into her closet. "You need to learn how to wear jeans." She heard Santana say. "You've been criticizing my fashion sense since you met me. My fashion isn't that bad." Rachel pouted into the mirror.
"I'm not saying it's terrible, but it has improved." Santana called out. Rachel couldn't help but agree. She no longer wore animal sweaters,and her skirts were longer and more mature. Rachel sat down on a chair in front of Santana's make-up table and started to apply light pink lipstick.
Santana came out in dark blue skinny jeans and a black and white striped shirt. Her hair was dry and in another side ponytail. She walked over to the side of her table and applied blush. "Call Quinn, who knows how long it takes for her to get her ass ready." Santana rolled her eyes and handed Rachel her Blackberry.
She dialed her number and put it on speaker. After the third ring it was answered by a male voice. "Hello?" "Hello Sam." Rachel smiled. "May I speak to Quinn?" "She's taking a shower. Want me to tell her anything?" Santana snatched the phone from Rachel who frowned in response. "Tell her to get her ass ready 'cause B and I are heading to the mall." And with that she hung up. She put the phone down and continued with her make-up like nothing happened.
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Santana and Rachel appeared at Quinn's half an hour later. Santana called Quinn and came down quickly, running towards the car with her scarf flying behind her. She slid into the backseat and shivered. "I swear, this weather keeps getting harsher." Quinn muttered. Rachel chuckled. Santana pulled out of the driveway and drove to the mall.
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"I agree with Santana, ask him out." Quinn said as she looked through the racks of clothing. Rachel sighed,running her fingers through her hair. "It's been a while, what if he says no?" Santana laughed. "There's a slim chance he'll say no unless he found a new bimbo to exchange DNA with." "Santana!" Quinn scolded.
Santana smirked and went into a dressing room. Quinn turned to Rachel. "I'm sure he'll say yes, he seemed interested in you last night." She winked and pulled out a dress. Rachel rolled her eyes. "Why do you guys keep saying that?" "I dunno, because he did?"Santana said from the dressing room.
They heard a faint thud and whipped their heads to the room. "You alright,San?" Rachel called out, trying to peer into the small room. "I'm fine, damn phone scared me." She replied. Rachel nodded and moved to a different rack. "Besides," Quinn started, "it's been a while since you've had a decent boyfriend," Rachel glared at the blonde who let it go unnoticed. "and Puck definitely changed."
Rachel bit on her bottom lip as she examined the black dress. "Maybe." Santana emerged from the dressing room in a red dress and modeled in front of a full length mirror. "Maybe what?" Santana asked, not hearing anything after the thud. Rachel looked at Santana. "Have you not listened to us?" Santana turned away from the mirror and looked at Rachel with her hands on her hips. "I stopped when my phone rang." She strutted back to the dressing room to try something else on.
"What was so interesting on your phone?" Quinn wondered with a raised eyebrow.
Santana freezed inside her dressing room, panicking. Luckily they couldn't see her. "Nothing, just a new case.." Santana lied. She was still a decent liar as long as they didn't see her. Santana always shifts on a different leg when she lied, something Quinn pointed out when she asked if she had sex in her guest room on New Years.
"Oh really?" Quinn replied. She walked over to stand beside her dressing room to see if she shifts. "What's it about?" "Lawsuit." She replied quickly, a tad too quickly for Quinn's taste. She smirked when she saw Santana shift. "You're lying!" Santana's eyes widened and she quickly went to the floor on all fours, looking for Quinn through the small gap under the door. Quinn followed and soon both were on the floor while Rachel looked freaked out.
"What does it matter to you?" She spat. Santana didn't seemed fazed that she was in bra and underwear. Quinn scoffed and rolled her eyes. "How about that I'm your best friend? What was on your phone?" Santana narrowed her eyes at the pretty blonde.
"It's none of your business." She replied. "Don't make me come in there." She warned. Santana quickly stood up and quickly grabbed her phone when Quinn came in. Santana didn't lock the door, something she didn't bother to do. She mentally cursed herself as Quinn grabbed the phone. Santana knew she couldn't do anything and sat on the ottoman with a sad frown.
Quinn's eyes widened as she read the text and looked at the girl in front of her with sincerity. "I'm sorry." She whispered. Rachel noticed quietness and quickly ran to the dressing room. "What's wrong?" She looked back and forth between the two girls with a slight frown.
Quinn looked at Santana for approval who just slowly nodded. She handed Rachel the Blackberry as Rachel read the text. Her eyes widened. "Santana.." She trailed looking at her. Santana's eyes felt glassy and she quickly stood up, startling the two girls. She quickly put her clothes on,grabbed her purse and quickly walked out as tears ran down her cheeks.
Rachel and Quinn looked at each other with a frown.
To:Santana
From:Brittany
Hey Santana, It's me Brit Brit. I don't know if you remember me but I was hoping we could talk and sort some things out over coffee... I flew over from Ohio to come see you. Meet you at our coffee place in an hr?
Much love,xoxo
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Enjoy? I will explain what will happen with Brittany in the next chapter, I already know what I'm going to plan out with Santana :) The next chapter is mainly Santana and Brittany, no Puckleberry yet. I want this chapter to revolve on all three girls, kind of like a reality show you know? R&R, much love :)
PS I already wrote the next chapter I just have to reread it and proofread so it'll be out in maybe two hours? xxx
