A/N: Here comes chapter 4 for you :) I really enjoyed this one, it was so fun writing Santana. I hope you guys are enjoying it too and please, please don't hesitate to hit the review button, because despite my love for Story Alerts & Favourite Stories, it's the Review Alerts that really make me smile. Either way, keep up with the story & let me know your thoughts. Peace&Love xo

Puck sat on Rachel's bed strumming gently, looking down at his notes to check the chords.

"If you maybe take the first three lines, 'If I were a boy even just for a day/I'd roll out of bed in the morning/And throw on what I wanted and go,' and I'll take the next line 'drink beer with the guys/and chase after girls/ I'd kick it with who I wanted/And I'd never get confronted for it/'Cause they stick up for me' and then we could both sing the next four? Could be quite touching y'think? And musically good, of course."

"Yeah, it sounds really good Noah. You really have an ear for this thing." She came and knelt behind him on the bed, looking over his shoulder at the lyrics.

"So you want us both to sing, 'If I were a boy/I think I could understand/How it feels to love a girl/I swear I'd be a better man'?"

"Yeah, does that sound okay?"

"Sounds excellent to me" She murmured, resting her chin on her shoulder, a slight smile creeping onto her face.

He flicked his eyes down to catch hers and grinned back at her. He was inches from her mouth. If he just leaned a touch closer they'd be kissing. He swallowed cautiously, and breathed in.

This is it, Rachel thought, he's actually about to kiss me. She too swallowed nervously and licked her lips subconsciously. She gazed up into his green eyes and waited for his kiss. He moved down, millimetres from her lips, seeing as her eyelids fluttered shut. He wanted to, so badly he wanted to, but something stopped him.

He coughed gruffly and said, "Shall we run it from the top?"

Rachel's eyes flew open and she turned away, mortified, saying, "Yes, I think so."

She smoothed her skirt down and stood up walking away from him, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. He played the opening chords and she prayed her voice wouldn't crack as she began to sing.

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They had settled on the Pointer Sisters' 'Jump' after much argument. According to Quinn it was 'a song that fits everyone's voice and it's a classic'. Finn sighed and let her get on with it, instructing everyone what to sing when and how to do it.

Santana sat on a chair, rocking gently, barely listening as Quinn ordered her to sing one verse a particular way and telling her the perfect way to harmonise with her.

"Yep, sounds great." She agreed, whipping out her nail file to sharpen her glossy tips.

"Were you listening to anything I said?" snapped Quinn, rounding on her.

"Yes, you want me to take the lower harmony because it sounds better with your voice."

"NO!" roared Quinn, "I want you to take the higher harmony because it sounds better with Finn's voice. Listen!"

"Whatever, Finn, Quinn they both sound the same."

"I don't think you're really taking this competition seriously Santana." Quinn said, looking down on her.

"I don't think I really am either," smirked the Latina, checking on her nails.

"Well then I think you should leave the group." Quinn smiled falsely at her, folding her arms with a smug expression.

"Wait, what?" Santana fell back onto all four legs.

"You heard me, you're out."

"Why?" Santana stood up so she was eye to eye with Quinn.

"You're not taking it seriously enough, and we really have to beat Rachel. I mean, win." Quinn's eyes dropped to the floor, as she shiftily covered up her confession.

"Why are you so bothered about beating her?"

"I just think she's irritating and needs to be brought down a peg or two." Quinn said, waving her arm airily.

"Whatever, I've got better things to be doing. I need to make more badges tonight." Santana grabbed her bag up off the floor and made to leave.

"You're so obsessed with this Save Sam thing lately. Why are you so bothered about that?" asked Quinn, eying her sharply.

"I'm just really worried about Sam." Santana said simply.

"We're all worried about Sam, but we're not staying up 'til all hours baking buns and making badges."

"Well, I am." And she turned to go out the door.

"I mean what I said. If you go out that door, you're out the group."

"Fine." Santana said and she slammed the door behind her.

Suddenly she had a flash of inspiration. If she won, and got on TV, she could publicise her Save Sam campaign. Now she just had to win. She turned to go back into the room to tell Quinn her brilliant idea, but she could already hear her belting out the chorus.

She didn't need them. She just needed to win, and she knew just the people to help her.

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The doorbell rang, interrupting Puck and Rachel as they harmonised on the final chorus of the song. They stopped abruptly wondering who it could be. Her fathers were out for dinner, but they both had keys and wouldn't need to use the doorbell.

Rachel told Puck to wait in her room whilst she went to see who was there. She swung the door open to find Santana stood in her doorway.

"Santana?" She asked looking at the Latina girl stood in front of her. "What are you doing here?"

Not answering her question Santana marched into the house and said, "Is Puck here?"

"Yeah, he's in my room… But what?" Rachel asked again, feeling very confused.

"Great," Santana replied, still refusing to answer her question, "I need to talk to both of you." She swung her mink jacket over her shoulder and stalked upstairs following the light to where Puck was sat on Rachel's bed smiling at a photo of them at Regionals.

"Ew." She commented and his head snapped up, throwing the photo hurriedly to the side.

"What are you doing here?"

"I need your help."

"What?" asked Puck, in mock shock, "You need our help? Us lowly people? What do you want from us Lopez?"

"I've had this really good idea for Save Sam but I need you to help me with it."

"Expand." He said simply.

"If I win Mr Schue's little competition and get on TV I can start a public campaign for Save Sam. But I can't do it unless I win."

"Beat ya," Puck smirked, "Thought of that days ago." He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Wait," said Rachel, "Why do you need us for it? What about your own group?"

"Fuinntittany kicked me out. Creative differences shall we say."

Rachel was pretty sure she heard the word 'bitch' muttered conspiringly under Santana's breath.

"Needless to say, I'm up the creek sin una pala. I want in your group."

"No." Puck said immediately.

"What's in it for us?" Rachel asked, eying her suspiciously.

"You replace Sam with my super voice and get to help my promotions to save him."

"Oh yay," Puck rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Come on, just let me in please?"

"Wow, new word Satan."

"Please." She repeated imploringly. Her eyes flashed a look of desperation fleetingly, but when Puck looked again, it was gone.

"Fine," sighed Rachel, "You're in. We're doing If I Were a Boy and all creative ideas go through us first."

"Brill. Great. Thanks." She smirked at them. "I better be off, badges to make, buns to bake!"

"Hey that rhymes!" sneered Puck back at her.

"I'll let you out." Rachel led her to the door and opened it widely.

"Oh by the way, Berry," said Santana at the last second turning back around momentarily, "Keep your man-hands off Puck. He's mine." She eyed Rachel defiantly, raised an eyebrow and turned on her heel to march away, waving over her shoulder. "Toodles!"

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