Author's Note: ...I couldn't resist. There's a little bit of some other (at one point or another) canon couples in here, but that's mostly for comic relief and fun times. Besides, you know stuff like this totally happened. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I am only responsible for their fictional corruption.

2.

They're thirteen years old, and Quinn Fabray's parents have finally decided that it's okay for her to have a boy-girl party. The rest of them have been going to these sorts of things for the past year now, since they've learned that cooties don't exist and that kissing is kind of cool. Quinn always had to lie and say that no boys would be there or that she was going to Santana's or Brittany's instead. And that was when she convinced her parents to let her go.

So, they're all sitting around in the Fabrays' basement being bored. There are several board games stacked up on the coffee table and Mike and Britt are playing air hockey. Puck's sitting between Finn and Matt looking bored as hell, but Quinn keeps looking over at him, and she's kinda hot (even though none of the girls have boobs yet). As usual, all of the girls are on one side of the room and all the guys are on the other, like some kind of freaky magnetic pull has separated them. It's stupid to play this game, because they all know they're gonna mingle eventually. And Puck would prefer that happened sooner rather than later, because Finn is looking at Quinn who's looking at him, and Puck's pretty sure his best friend is starting to figure out that maybe the birthday girl has her sights set on someone a little more experienced…and less freakishly tall.

"This is retarded," Puck finally announces, and everyone (except Brittany) looks over to him. Britt scores a goal on Mike and the buzzer on the air hockey table goes off while she giggles softly. "I'm bored as hell."

"What should we do, then?" It's Quinn, glaring at him in a way that isn't entirely mean. Puck leans back to rest his weight on his hands. Even at thirteen, he knows a thing or two about girls, and the subtle twitch of the blonde's lips tells him she's not really mad. Score.

"We could play Twister…"

"Yeah, you'd like that, right Puckerman?" He doesn't need to turn his head to see that Santana's glaring at him from Quinn's left. Finn shifts beside him. His two best friends were never exactly best friends themselves. In fact, Puck could hardly remember the last time he'd spent time with just Finn and Santana at the same time. "Since we're all in skirts and all. Perv."

Puck's shoulders raise and fall in a shrug. "Fine. Let's play a game where I get to make out with pretty girls, then."

Santana scoffs, leaning forward. Puck sees Quinn's eyebrow raise and Finn shake his head subtly, like don't bother. Puck and Santana get snappy like this a lot. There's really no point in trying to get them to stop. "Like what?" Santana grumbles, watching the boy through narrowed eyes. "Spin the bottle?"

"Sure." There's a general murmur of laughter around the circle because, come on, Spin the Bottle's kind of tame. Not that any of them have ever really played anything fiercer than that. But no one's ready to admit that, yet. "Got a pop bottle, Fabray?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"Cool. Birthday girl goes first." He jerks his head a little and Mike comes wandering back to the circle, Brittany in tow. "Unless we want a lot of gay action, we should probably mix a little." Puck's glancing between a couple of the girls with a smirk, because, honestly? He wouldn't mind seeing a couple of them make out. But there was no way in hell he was gonna purse his lips for Finn. No way. He stays put and so does Santana. They're watching each other from across the circle as people shift and move. He raises a brow at her. She looks away. Puck smirks.

"Go for it," he tells Quinn, and she does. It's more fun with a metal beer bottle, but Puck knows how Quinn's dad is. He'd probably freak out and think they'd been drinking and then blame the kid with the bad reputation and no dad. So the plastic Pepsi bottle Matt came in with will have to do. It spins out and it looks like it's gonna land on Puck –happy birthday to Quinn- when it twists a little and lands on Finn instead. Puck can see his best friend's bemused expression a mile away, but he grins and nudges him. "Lucky you."

Quinn's blushing and it's really funny to watch the most awkward boy at McKinley Middle School shift in his seat. Mike makes a catcall and Matt's all, "Like Nike, man. Just do it." And the girls are whispering behind their hands. It's Santana who shoves Quinn's shoulder and says, "Get on with it already!"

So Quinn leans forward and Finn leans forward a lot more and their lips meet. Puck's got his eyes on his watch instead of looking at them because watching his best friend kiss a girl is still kind of weird and not something he really needs to see. He only looks up once Brittany laughs loudly and says, "Finn's drooling!" which, somehow, breaks the tension. They're both grinning kind of stupidly when they break apart, and that's when Puck knows his best friend has a better chance of snagging that than he ever did.

"Okay, my turn!" Brittany practically squeals, reaching out to spin the bottle. Finn stops looking at Quinn long enough to give Puck a sideways glance, and Puck holds out his fist for him to bump. He does, and then Matt and Mike say oh crap! at the same time and in a way that says hell yes. So Puck looks up in time to see that Britt's spin has landed on Santana. He smirks a little and catches Santana's gaze. She stares right back at him in that way she does, but has to look away first this time. He knows she hates that –they're the King and Queen of staring contests, seriously- but Brittany's looking at her with this doe-eyed expression and she's looking back with one torn between annoyance and affection.

"Just to feed your fantasies," Santana mumbles, leaning around Quinn so she can reach Britt. Quinn's got the best seat in the house and Puck and the rest of the guys are jealous, watching as Brittany turns her head a little to kiss Santana and how Santana's fingers curl a little in the hair at the back of Britt's neck. It lasts even longer than Finn and Quinn's kiss and Puck notices how Finn excuses himself to go to the bathroom. It's all too hilarious, from Mike and Matt's wide-eyed stare to Quinn's leaning back like it's contagious.

"So, do you guys practice that kinda stuff at sleepovers or what?" Puck says as soon as the two break apart. They're both reaching for lip gloss and reapplying. Brittany nods a little, Puck snorts, and Santana barks out a no, you idiot and pops her gum at him.

"Okay, big guy, you go," one of the girls says and Puck shrugs and spins the bottle. He doesn't care who it lands on as long as it's not a dude. When it lands on Santana for the second time in a row she swears under her breath, like she's annoyed. Puck knows better.

"Pucker up, mama," he says, winking a little as he leans across the wide gap between them. He knows she won't back down or refuse because this is just a stupid game anyway. And she's never been one to let him win in anything, not when they were four years old and sure as hell not now. So she leans across, too, resting one of her hands on the floor and gets her hand in his ridiculously shaggy, boy band hair. She's not gentle like she was with Britt, though. She's pulling at his hair and the kiss is as much teeth as it is lips until he pushes his tongue between them, mostly to stop her from biting him and partly because he wants to deepen it. She hesitates a little then, her fingers curling lightly as his neck, and when he pulls back her eyes are still closed and her lips are slightly parted.

Puck snaps the gum he's stolen from her and shrugs a little. "You could've at least put in a new piece. This has no flavor."

"Wasn't mine," she snaps, fading back into her old Santana self. "It was Britt's." Puck blows a bubble and thinks that's kinda hot. "You still owe me a piece, though."

The next Monday at school finds Puck expertly picking the lock of Santana's locker. When she opens it in the morning, she finds a pack of Hubba Bubba. As she slams her locker, she sees Puck down the hall talking to Finn and looking smug. She marches up to him and tips her chin up to look at him. "What the fuck did you do to your hair?"

He rakes his fingers through his first mohawk and smirks at her. "Like it, baby?"

"It looks like you took a lawn mower to it."

"It looks badass."

"I hate it."

"Too bad."

She doesn't hate it. At all.