A/N: I'm so sorry about not having updated this sooner. To be honest, life just gets in the way a lot as well as lack of inspiration. I hope this little ficlet makes up for it though! Please R&R!

Puck scrunched his nose as he shifted in his bed, only to realize he was alone in it. Groggily, the boy blinked his eyes open slowly. It was still dark, he could see the moonlight pouring in from his window. The only thing he couldn't see was where the hell Santana was. He rubbed a hand over his face and shifted again. Last he remembered, Santana and him had fallen asleep after losing their virginity to each other. Where could she have gone? Puck saw a figure near the window and he heard soft whispers. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, Puck was able to see that it was Santana, crouched underneath the window talking on her cell phone. He lifted himself onto his elbows as he rubbed his eyes, making sure that they weren't playing tricks on him. "San?" his voice croaked out. Puck's eyes glanced over to the digital clock on his night table and he saw that it was 3AM. The fuck was she doing awake?

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry. I'll come home as soon as I wake up in the morning... Love you too."

The boy heard Santana hang up with her mother and he mentally cursed himself. Oh yeah, they kinda forgot about Santana's curfew didn't they? Shit. He heard Santana shift in her crouched position and he looked at her in confusion. "San? What are you doing...?" he asked after clearing his throat.

"Um... I'm sort of naked, Puck..." she murmured.

"I know, I kind of helped you undress?" He still didn't get why she was crouching and hiding from him.

"It's one thing to have sex, it's another completely for you to see me naked, Puck... it's weird," Santana explained to him. Puck rolled his eyes.

"Santana, just get back into bed and stop covering yourself. I've already seen it all."

"Puck," she hissed quietly.

The mohawked boy sighed in irritation. "Would you at least stand up? I feel like I'm just talking to my room or some shit..."

"Give me one of your shirts then."

Puck sighed, "You know where they are if you want them." He wasn't going to get out of his comfy bed just because Santana decided she was suddenly going to feel insecure about her body. (She had no reason to be insecure, she was really hot and gorgeous and all that shit!)

Santana huffed in annoyance and slowly, stood up. She walked across his room to his dresser drawer and opened it, quickly searching through it's contents to find a shirt big enough to cover herself. How could Puck blame her for feeling weird about this whole thing? Santana had just come over to hang out and they ended up making out and they had gotten to a point where they decided they wanted to go all the way. It was some freaky shit to deal with. How was this going to affect their friendship? Were they going to start dating? Were they going to stay just friends?

When Santana had woken up to her phone ringing, in Puck's arms... nothing had ever felt so natural and it scared the hell out of her. She wasn't ready for anything like that and she sort of blamed Puck for making everything so easy. Anything that happened between them always seemed to be so natural and so right. As if it was meant to be. Santana hastily slipped on one of Puck's football jerseys and resisted the urge to punch herself. She had never been a girl to believe in all that crap. While she was putting on his number 20 jersey, Puck stared at her; eyes suddenly wide-awake.

He had just watched his best (girl)friend walk across his room in nothing but her birthday suit. And sure, he shouldn't have been so stunned considering that a few hours ago they had just exposed themselves completely to one another and had sex for the first time. That requires being naked. However, in their haste and awkwardness, Puck hadn't gotten a good look at Santana's figure. She was beautiful. Her hourglass figure, her mocha colored skin, her long, wavy, raven-colored hair... it was all beyond beautiful. It had sort of just... hit him. Santana was really, really amazingly beautiful. And the way the moonlight was hitting her... everything. It just left him breathless. What the hell?

Puck had always known that Santana was... attractive. He had known that all the guys on the football team and stuff thought she was super fine and smokin' hot but Puck had always insisted that he could never see that way. And then high school started and suddenly, he was jealous of all the attention she was getting. Puck hated it when she went out with other guys or when he saw the way his teammates watched her walk away, eyes trailing over her body a little too long for his liking. They weren't dating but... they were something. That had to count for something right? As Santana fidgeted with the edge of his jersey, Puck patted the spot beside him. Santana smiled a little and hesitantly made her way over to him. She sat down on the edge of the bed and Puck gave her a look. She was too far away.

"C'mon, San... what's with the sudden shyness?" Puck asked as he pulled the girl down onto his bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, watching as her cheeks flushed pink. Santana never blushed.

"Santana..." he began.

"What does this mean for us, Puck?" Santana whispered, her brown eyes gazing into his hazel ones.

Puck was speechless... he wasn't sure what he could tell her. He'd love to call her his but then again; no girl could tie Puckzilla down. There were too many in the world to settle on just one. Yet Santana always seemed to be the exception to every rule he set up for himself.

"I don't know, San," he answered honestly.

Santana nodded and laid her head on his chest. "I don't want to lose our friendship, Puckerman. Unfortunately, you're too important to me for that..."

Puck ran his fingers along her spine as he contemplated their options. "You're the best friend a guy could ask for, S. You know that... and I can't deny that you're really fucking hot and I'm super attracted to you..." he murmured. Santana smiled a little... she sensed a "but" coming though.

"I can't even imagine not having you in my life though... and you know I fuck shit up like... constantly. I don't want to fuck us up..." Puck admitted to her. Santana nodded. She understood exactly where he was coming. She couldn't imagine life without Puck but she couldn't imagine life with Puck as her boyfriend. Puck couldn't do relationships... and to be honest, Santana wasn't all that sure that she could either. She enjoyed having different guys taking her out on dates every week. Santana thrived on the attention.

"So... we stay friends... in case, we have any regrets about this..." the Latina offered. Puck tightened his grip on her and gave her a stern look.

"I have no regrets about this, San. If I had to choose one person to lose my virginity to, it would be you, every time..." he paused and quietly asked, "...You don't have regrets, do you?"

Santana stared at his face and her heart ached as she saw the flicker of insecurity that flashed on it. For a moment, she couldn't speak. She shook her head as quickly as possible and then lifted her hands to cradle his face. "No, Puckerman. I don't. I'm glad I lost the big V to you," she smiled and leaned in, brushing her lips against his.

Puck smiled against her mouth and kissed her more firmly. She took it as a challenge and traced her tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at his gently. Her hands slide down from his face and he opened his mouth, giving her permission to deepen the kiss even further. As their tongues danced along each other, Santana felt her body grow warm... a vaguely familiar feeling starting to form in the pit of her stomach. She sucked on his tongue-a trick she had learned from Brittany-and was reward with a groan. Puck slipped his hand underneath the jersey she was wearing, his fingers tracing along her hip. A grin broke onto his face as he felt goosebumps along the Latina's skin. His hand moved further and groped her firm behind, gaining a gasp from the girl.

"Puck," she moaned quietly as his mouth began trailing down to the pulse point on her neck. The boy growled softly into her neck and bit on her pulse point, sucking roughly. Santana's nails dug into his shoulders and Puck bit down harder on her neck. As she gasped again, Puck pulled back, licking at the mark he had just left on the brunette. Puck's eyes searched Santana's, enjoying the hazy lust that was forming in them.

"You're pretty beautiful, S... I know you know that," he chuckled. He noticed a hint of annoyance, she did not approve of the interruption to their activities. He could tell. "But, you look breath-taking in the moonlight..." Puck whispered. "I think I love seeing you in the dark the best..." he smirked.

"Puck, quit talking..." she huffed, her cheeks a brighter shade of red before. Puck's chest puffed up with pride-making Santana Lopez blush was no easy task. "I wants to get my mack on," Santana muttered, pulling him closer to her again.

Puck pressed his fully naked body against hers, letting her feel his growing... buddy. Santana let out a half-moan, half-whimper as she attempted to reclaim his lips to hers. Puck pulled back again and winced slightly as Santana dug her nails into his shoulder again.

"Hey!" he half-chuckled. "I've got a proposition for you, Sanny..."

Santana made no comment but just lifted one perfectly groomed eyebrow.

"Instead of "just friends"... How does friends-with-benefits sound to you?" he smirked.

Santana looked at him for a moment, studying him and going over all the possibilities of that arrangement. After a second, her smirk mirrored his. "Sounds pretty fucking good to me."

And with that, they were lost in each other again.

I see you walk across my room in nothing but the moonlight.
Now I love to see you in the dark.
My window frames you like a Monet, don't come back to bed yet.
Cos I love to see you in the dark.