A/N Thanks for all the alerts, favorites, and reviews! I hope this chapter isn't as bad as I think it is...

I still do not own Glee.

***Aftermath***

Sam and Santana continued to sit in silence for what seemed like forever after they were left alone in the music room. Santana uncrossed her arms from her defensive posture long enough to shift uneasily in her chair to face Sam a little before crossing her arms again. "Okay, so, I guess I should tell you why Britt shoved me in your direction."

Sam glanced up at Santana and then looked at the floor again, shrugging. "I guessed that you wanted to maybe go out with me to try to upset Quinn since you guys seem to be frenemies and are always trying to one up each other."

Santana raised one eyebrow and gazed at Sam consideringly. "Huh, and all this time I thought you were just a Beiber look alike with a brain like Finn's. It's kinda sexy that you can, like, think about something other than sports, sex, and vidoe games. Oh, and Avatar. Yeah, I know all about your obsession with those blue freaks."

Sam stared back at Santana without showing any fear. "I might go out with you, but you can't be dissing Avatar, that's just not cool."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I might try to work on that. No, wait. You're right. Sorry. I think I want to try to be nicer, but I really enjoy being a bitch, so it's going to be a tough habit to break."

Sam was confused, and it showed on his face. "You like being a bitch, but you want to be nice? You think?"

Santana huffed and shrugged one shoulder. "Well, I can be nice to Britt, that's easy, and I'll still be a bitch to anyone that makes her cry. I was just thinking that it might be cool to be nice to one or two people other than Britt, because it might be nice to have more than one friend. A real friend, not all this fake high school crap where you can't really talk to a so called friend because you have to guard your back against all the knifes. So, I was thinking, if we started dating, I could practice being nice to you, since guys are dumber and not as capable of being all catty and bitchy evil the way girls just are naturally. Well, most of us." She smirked.

"Um, well, since you put it that way...If I tell you you are being mean, will you stop, or will you just make fun of me?"

"That would depend on how whiny you are."

"Fair enough. Wanna go to Breadstix for dinner tomorrow night?"

"What's wrong with tonight?"

"Well, I just thought you might want to have more time to get dressed up for our first date than you would have tonight."

"Excuse me? Are you in any way implying I am not now and always hot enough to go out with? Because I'm sure that is not what you mean, right, Sammy-boy?"

"Um, right, no, I'm sorry, it's just that Q always wanted to primp lots and-"

"Oh no, I might want to try being nice to you, but before I can even try, you need to know that there is no comparision between Quinn and me. I am all that and she, well, she can't even try to keep up. If I hear you say anything to me about Quinn again that is not an insult to her, and a compliment to me, you will not be getting all up on this, and oh yes, I know you want to."

"Okay, sorry, I didn't know she was such a sore subject to you, I thought you two were kinda friends at least. Um, so do you want to go to Breadstix with me tonight?"

"No. But I will go with you tomorrow. Pick me up at 7:00."

"But you just-Um, okay. Sounds good."

*****GLEE*****

"Noah! Stop that at once!"

"But Berry-"

"No buts, Noah, I mean it! Get your hands out of that drawer and close it immediately!"

"Aww, but, there is some super sexy shit in here, Berry! Do you really wear these little things under those short skirts? I can wait for the next time you spin during a routine in Glee. I'm gonna have to get a glimpse under now that I know you don't wear granny panties."

"Noah! That is entirely inappropriate, and I must demand that you close that drawer now! I said I would help you find a good song for this assignment, but if you insist on acting this way..."

Puck leered at her. "Yeah? Whatchya gonna do? Spank me?"

"Of course not! I'll simply be forced to tell your mother of your deplorable lack of manners."

"Shit! Babe, you play for keeps. Do you want me grounded for the next six months? That would make it pretty hard for me to take you out on a date tomorrow."

"A-a date? Really? But, you haven't asked me on a date."

"I thought I just did..."

"Noah! You cannot just assume that we are going on a date tomorrow night without asking me properly first! There is protocol to be followed, after all."

Puck sighed and ran his hand over his mohawk. "Okay, fine. Rachel Berry, would you like to go out with me tomorrow?"

Rachel beamed happily at him. "Why, yes, Noah, I would be delighted to do so. Now, was that so bad?"

Puck shrugged and ducked his head. "I guess not, but I thought I'd at least get a kiss or something."

"If you want a kiss, close that drawer and come over here."

Puck smirked at her. "No problem." He slammed the drawer shut and was quickly across the room standing in front of her.

Rachel smirked back. "Interesting. So, if I want you to do something, I either need to bribe you or divert your attention with kisses or sexual favors."

"Sexual favors? Hell, yeah!"

"Noah!" She playfully hit his arm. "I think sexual favors will be for later in any relationship we may develop. For now, why don't you kiss me?"

****GLEE****

Quinn sighed as she continued to listen to Finn complain about Puck. She knew that she loved Finn, but he was definitely not very bright. Why would she want to listen to Fin talk about how Puck was hanging out with Rachel just to get in her pants, when it was Finn's obsession with Manhands that caused her to freak out and sleep with Puck in the first place? Didn't he have any tact or braincells at all? Oh well, at least he did what she told him, as long as she told him what she wanted him to do in short simple words. Sam had seemed like good boyfriend material, since he was the quarterback, and he was cute, but he had a little too much...well, he was a little too dorky and asked questions instead of blindly doing whatever she told him to do. Finn was the much better choice for her. Plus, she really did love him. Really.

She finally couldn't stand listening to him anymore and decided to interrupt him. "I'm sure that this is fascinating, but I think we should talk about something else."

Finn blinked and grinned at her sheepsihly. "Uh, yeah, okay, Quinn. What do you want to talk about? "

She smiled at him approvingly and ran her hand down his chest. "I think we should talk about the date you're going to take me on tomorrow."

"A date? Sure thing, Quinn! Where do you want to go?"

Quinn was very hapy with his response. "Oh, I think I can leave that up to you. Decide where we are going to go and what time you'll be picking me up..but no earlier than 6:00. A girl needs time a pamper herself before a date, you know."

"Um, okay. How about if I pick you up at 6:30 and we go to Breadstix?"