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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

Our Bitch

Unfortunately for Puck, Mike, and Matt after the hot Jewish couple had been discovered in the bathroom the party picked up right where it had left off; with their girlfriends attached at the hip. The three jocks were sitting on the couch nursing some beers, watching- and glaring evilly at anyone else that happened to be watching- their girlfriends giggling and dancing on the makeshift dance floor.

"When did this happen?" Puck asked, a little conflicted, as Santana grinded against Rachel, who in turn grinded back against Brittany. He was conflicted because, honestly? His girlfriend dancing with the sexy head cheerleader and leggy, blonde dancer hot as shit, but it was seriously cutting into his making out time. And he was determined to view her tattoo before her dads got back from New York; it was his latest goal- and Rachel was all about goals.

"When did what happen?" Matt asked taking a long pull from his beer.

"The whole Santana, Brittany, Rachel best friends for life thing." Puck clarified, motioning to the girls. "Not that it's not way better than Santana, Brittany, and Quinn…" Neither Matt nor Mike said anything, but Puck knew they agreed with him. Quinn was a bitch, Rachel was cool- sort of.

"I dunno." Matt shrugged.

Mike nearly spit out his mouthful of beer when Rachel, sliding her hands down Santana's body, lowered herself until her ass was like an inch off the floor spun on her heel and dragged herself up Brittany's body. "Jesus Christ… Did you know she could dance like that?"

Puck shook his head and groaned. "No."

"Why are you here again?" Matt asked eyes wide.

"Because I scored the only touchdown of the game and you fuckers made me come." Puck growled.

"Did he see?" Rachel asked, turning around so her face was inches from Santana's and her ass was mashed up against Brittany's thighs.

The Latina laughed as Puck glared at her; she leaned forward so that she and her former nemesis were cheek-to-cheek, then winking at Puck she whispered in Rachel's ear. "He definitely saw."

"I thought you didn't want to sleep with him tonight." Brittany said, a look of confusion on her face.

Rachel shrugged and smirked over her shoulder at the blonde. "There's nothing wrong with teasing him a little bit, is there?"

Santana threw her head back and laughed again "Rachel Berry, cocktease." Rachel's mouth dropped open and she was about to protest when Santana grinned wickedly at her. "The three of us are going to own the world."

Rachel looked over her shoulder at Brittany, who was smiling, and the three girls burst into laughter.

Puck shifted in his seat as he watched the girls giggling together. "That's it." He shoved his empty beer bottle into Matt's hands and started to get up when Mike stopped him.

"You know Brit's gonna send us looking for you guys again."

"Fucking girly pact…" Puck swore. "You assholes can distract your girlfriends for at least an hour, can't you?"

"Hey! Fuck you Puckerman!" Matt retorted.

"Half an hour." Mike promised. Puck began to walk away when Mike called out his name.

"What?"

"Lock the door this time, man."

Puck gave his laughing friends the finger, walked over to the dancing girls, grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her away without saying a word.

Santana huffed as she plopped down into Matt's lap. "Puck's such an asshole."

"You were practically dry humping Rachel on the dance floor." Matt pointed out as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist.

"Please," she scoffed as Brittany settled herself in Mike's lap and handed Santana a new drink, "you know I only tried that shit with Brit once and for some reason I prefer your crazy ass."

Matt grinned and kissed her temple. "Are we talking about sex?" Brit asked. Santana nodded. "Oh, well, I do love you San, but Mike has a huge-"

The Asian boy clapped a hand over his girlfriend's mouth "Brittany!"

Santana smirked "So it's not true what they say about Asian guys then?"

Mike glared at her. "You're a bitch, San."

The Latina shrugged "I know, it's awesome. You know who else is a bitch? Rachel."

"Santana!" Mike scolded. "I thought you guys were friends with Rachel now."

"We are." Brittany responded.

"Yeah," Santana added, "Rocky's our bitch." Matt just shook his head in amusement. "It's a good thing." She insisted.

Brit nodded frantically in agreement. "Yeah, we're gonna rule the world together."

"Own the world." Santana corrected with a fond smile on her lips.

"How did that happen anyway?" Mike asked.

"How did what happen?"

"How did you and San and Rachel all become best friends forever, or whatever?" Matt clarified.

The blonde and the brunette exchanged glances. "She's nice." Brittany hedged.

"And she's kinda cool when she's not being all diva psycho." Santana shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "She was pretty fun when we were at the mall today."

"You guys got Rachel to skip class?" Mike asked incredulously. "Rachel Berry?"

"She made us skip class." Brittany informed them.

"What?"

"San and I needed new outfits."

"Brittany…" Santana warned the blonde.

"Santana," Matt said quietly, nudging his girlfriend so she was looking at him, "what happened today?"

Santana may have been a straight up bitch, but if there's one thing she wasn't it was a liar. And she especially couldn't lie to Matt, maybe that's why she'd chosen the quiet football player in the first place… "We both got slushied today." She admitted quietly.

"What?"

"Who?" Mike asked angrily.

Brittany shrugged, locked her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I don't know, I didn't see."

"Me neither."

"I'm gonna fucking-"

"Matt," Santana shifted her weight as he attempted to stand beneath her "just let it go."

"But-"

"Listen," she placated him, "We don't know who threw the slushies. Yet. When we do they'll beg for their life, but for now it's a party. Let's have fun."

Matt grumbled, but relented. Whoever slushied his girl was going to pay. Santana rolled her eyes as Matt retreated into his silent brooding mode. Downing the rest of her drink she leaned over so her lips were against his ear. "You need to relax, baby. Take me upstairs so I can tell you what Brit, Rach and I were doing in the same change room at Victoria's Secret this afternoon."

Matt blinked and a slow grin spread across his face, he hoisted Santana over his shoulder and glanced back at a surprised looking Mike and a knowing Brittany. "We'll be back in," he glanced down at his watch "23 minutes." He turned around and Santana looked up and waved at them.

"Okay!" Brittany said cheerfully, watching them ascend the stairs, "We're just gonna make out on the couch!"

"We are?" Mike asked, grinning at his girlfriend. Brittany just nodded.

"Noah!" Rachel exclaimed as he dragged her down the same darkened hallway as before "What are you doing?"

Puck bypassed the washroom and pushed into the next room. Santana's dad's study, score, there was a really kick ass couch in here. Not that he'd tell Rachel how he knew that… "What am I doing? What the fuck are you doing? Dancing like that… Do you know how many fucking guys were watching you?"

Rachel fought to hide a smirk. "What? Noah! How can you-"

Puck had been watching her carefully and caught the slight twitch of her lips before she could hide it. "You dirty little minx."

"What are you talking about?"

Striding towards her he backed her up against the wall. "You were doing it on purpose."

"Doing what on purpose?"

He smirked and planted his hands on either side of her head "You're a tease."

She locked her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against him "And you're wasting time. Brit and San are gonna come after us soon."

He hoisted her up and grinned when she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Why did you make that stupid pact in the first place?"

She nipped at his lips, smirking when he growled and kissed her again. "Because I'm drunk. And the first time we get past third base I'm not going to be drunk."

Pressing her back against the wall Puck began raining kisses down her neck. "We're gonna get to third base tonight?"

Rachel tightened her legs around him and ground her hips against his. "Not if you don't hurry up."

He groaned and turned around, Rachel still clinging to his waist, "Where's the fucking couch?"

"Matt," Mike warned as he, Matt, Santana, and Brittany stood outside Santana's dad's study- it was the only room in the house they hadn't checked, Santana had been livid when they'd walked in on Heather the skanky Cheerio and Karofsky going at it in her little brother's bedroom. Seriously, who'd invited the hockey team jerkoffs anyway? "I'm telling you, man, don't go in. Just knock."

"Whatever, dude. It's Rachel, how far is she gonna let Puck go while there's a party going on?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana glared at her boyfriend, planting her hands on her hips.

"Nothing baby."

"It's been a half an hour." Brittany declared "Someone's going in there."

Matt steeled his shoulders and grinned slyly at Santana. "I'm going in, I've got to thank Rachel for, uh-" he cleared his throat when Santana glared at him again, "stuff."

Brittany gasped when Matt wrenched the door open and Mike slapped his hands over her eyes. "Oh, come on Mike, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Mike?" Puck looked up from the couch and groped around the floor for his jeans. "I swear to fucking God, Chang, if that's you-"

"It was Matt!" Mike squeaked, sliding behind Santana.

"Manly, Chang." the Cheerio snorted. "Puckerman, you better not have stained my dad's couch."

"Fuck off, Lopez."

"Noah-" Rachel started.

"Just wait a second, babe, I've gotta kill my boys right now. It won't take long."

"Hey-" Brittany cut off Mike's protest with a quick elbow to the ribs.

"Well, would you kindly hand me my shirt first? Before the boobs you've worked so hard to get to are seen by everyone?"

"That's our bitch." Santana grinned at Brittany.

"So," Puck asked once he and Rachel were both fully clothed "whose ass do I have to kick first?"

Matt rolled his eyes at Mike- who was still cowering behind Santana- and strode into the room towards his two friends. He stopped right in front of Rachel and winked at her "San told me about the gag reflex thing," Rachel's mouth dropped open in shock and she glanced over at Noah. Fortunately Matt had spoken so softly her boyfriend hadn't heard.

"Rutherford?"

"And the slushie thing," He reached out and grabbed Rachel and pulled her forward so he could plant a firm kiss on her lips, "so thanks." Then he grinned cheekily at Puck- who looked murderous. "I guess you can start with me."

Rachel gaped as Matt spun around and sprinted out of the room, followed quickly by Mike. "You better fucking run!" Puck yelled before chasing after his two teammates.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Boys."

"You told Matt?" Rachel demanded.

"Yep." Santana grinned "And then he received the best blow job of his life, because never let it be said someone can do sex better than Santana Lopez."

"Santana!" Rachel gasped, scandalized.

Brittany just giggled "Let's go get another drink."