Prompt:- "What about a Brittana/Quick double date?"
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"What the fuck are you wearing?"
Santana stares at Puck with an arched eyebrow and gives him the once over. He's in black slacks that look like they've been ironed, a white shirt that actually looks clean and his black leather jacket. She's never seen him looking so put together, especially now that he's finally decided that he's too old for a Mohawk anymore, and she didn't even think he owned an iron.
Normally she'd be encouraged by this behaviour but not in this particular circumstance.
"I told you like twenty times that this is not a double date, Puckerman." She steps back from his front door to give Puck room to lock up behind him. "I don't want you making this weird."
"Alright, fuck. Calm down," Puck says in a bit of a huff. "So I showered and put on some nice clothes, you don't need to go on about it."
Santana twirls her keys around her finger as they walk to her car.
"I'm just saying, it's been over two years since you broke up and you've barely seen each other let alone spoken and let me remind you that the last time you saw her she fucked you both in the literal and emotional sense."
"Yes, thank you, you idiot. I was there," Puck grouches as they get into the car.
"And I will remind you once again that while this may have been Quinn's idea to have a little reunion dinner with the four of us now that she's back from Down Under, she wanted me to stress to you that this was in no way a date."
"You're being a real asshole."
Santana shakes her head and sighs. "I'm just trying to be a good friend."
She knows she's being a little overbearing but she's trying to look out for Puck, especially since she wasn't there for him last time. She's pretty sure that he's still got feelings for Fabray but Santana doesn't want that to fuck him up again, especially since he's been doing pretty great lately.
"If you really wanted to be a good friend you'd let me drive this sweet ride," Puck tells her, glancing around April's new Lexus that Santana has also taken quite a liking to these past couple of weeks she's been back.
"Not a chance."
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"Well that went well," Santana announces as she gracelessly falls into the passenger seat, in no state to drive after her five, (or maybe six), glasses of wine.
Brittany hums her agreement as she glances over to make sure Santana's buckled in properly before starting the car.
Santana had tried to keep her expectations at rock bottom for the evening, unsure about how the whole Puck/Quinn dynamic would manifest itself this time, (which was really the first time they've all be together since Puck and Quinn broke up), but she was very pleasantly surprised.
"Not awkward or weird at all," the brunette says as she gazes out the window and watches the lights pass by before turning back to Brittany. "Puck didn't make a dick of himself and Quinn wasn't nearly as annoying as she can be."
"It was a good night," Brittany agrees again, reaching a hand over to brush some hair out of Santana's face when they stop at a red light. "I'm happy Quinn is home and I'm glad you had fun, baby."
Santana leans into her touch and sighs contentedly. She feels so full of love, (although really it's the food and wine too), and all she wants to do is go to bed and sleep with her girlfriend wrapped around her.
But her smile turns into a pout when the light changes and Brittany turns her focus back to the road.
"I think this can work," she continues rambling and slumps down further in her seat, "the four of us being friends I mean. I'm happy Puck is finally getting over Quinn. And Britt Britt, you know I love Quinn and I know you love Quinn and everybody loves Quinn but I don't think Puck loves Quinn anymore and I think that's good because it kinda fucked him up last time."
She nods her head for emphasis.
"Oh honey," Brittany tells her gently, like she's about to break bad news to a child. "I think you're right and things have changed, but they're totally going back to Puck's place to have sex."
It takes a second but once her brain to processes the words Santana sits upright and stares at her girlfriend with wide eyes.
Brittany tries to hide an amused smile.
"Why do you think Quinn was so eager to give Puck a ride home?"
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