Author's Note: Here's the Pucktana part! Sorry it took so long to get up, I've been really busy with classes. I should have the next part up within the next week. Enjoy!
"So Princess, what do you want for dinner? Is Taco Bell good? I'm craving a chicken bean burrito?" Puck was trying to be nice to Santana, he really was, but she was shutting down absolutely everything he said. Puck realized that he wasn't the best date in the world, maybe wasn't on the team she wanted to play for, but at least he was trying.
"Listen, puta, I don't eat Taco Bell, if I wanted tacos or burritos or enchiladas, I'd go to my house," Santana crossed her arms over her chest and sighed as her mind wondered to what Brittany was doing. She honestly couldn't believe that the blonde had left her alone with this guy. That wasn't the best friend she knew her to be. It really hurt Santana to think that Brittany was just gonna abandon her like this. It wasn't fair.
"Why don't we go to your house then? I've got this really terrible craving for burritos," leaning over the seat, Puck laid his head upon her shoulder and stuck his bottom lip out, praying his puppy dog face would make her change her mind about him. "Plus I'm a pretty good date, if you know what I mean," winking at her, Puck leaned away and focused on the road. "So what're we doin, princess?"
Santana honestly couldn't believe this was happening. This Puckerman character was trying to get in her pants, she could tell. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex with guys, she had. It was just better with Brittany, everything was better with Brittany, so why did this random guy think he could get with her? Sighing and rolling her eyes, Santana pointed for Puck to turn into an apartment complex, the exact place where she took up residence. It was only slightly ironic that Brittany had never come here, but now this guy…Noah Puckerman was meeting her family.
"Mija, get Mr. Puckerman some milk, please," standing from her chair, Santana reluctantly went to the refrigerator and began pouring Puck a glass of milk. "So, Mr. Puckerman, what brings you to our little casa," Santana slammed the glass of milk down onto the table in front of Puck before seating herself back down again. Seeing her attitude, Santana's mother clicked her tongue at her daughter, seeing this rebellion as a sort of embarrassment. Maria Lopez wasn't born yesterday, she knew that Santana was a little less than happy with this situation.
"I'm actually here with my best friend, Mike. He's uh, wooing Brittany. I got stuck with this one," swallowing his mouthful before speaking, Puck threw his thumb at Santana and smiled jokingly. Suddenly he felt a hand hit him against the back of the head. "Excuse me, princess," he said with a laughing tone.
Rolling her eyes and taking a bite of her taco salad, Santana honestly couldn't believe this was happening. This random guy was making nice with her family and now what? Were they supposed to just forget all of this happened? Santana didn't forget favors easily. Just last week, her mother walked in on her and Brittany together at the Pierce's. Brittany was very nonchalant about the situation, but Santana knew her mother would not be happy. When the brunette arrived at home that night, her mother explained to her that she didn't care what she did as long as she got grandchildren. As her mother left her room that night, Santana couldn't help but feel guilty that she may not even be with Brittany in that way. The ball was always in Brittany's court.
Finishing up their dinner, Santana quickly stood and told her mother she was going to give Puck the tour around the apartment. The glint in her mother's eye only made her heart hurt even more.
"Bathroom, parent's bedroom, my bedroom," she said in a bored voice. Opening the door to her room, Santana turned the light on and went to sit on her bed. Laying her back against the duvet, Santana couldn't help but feel like this was some candid camera show, and she was just waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out and say she was Punk'd.
"Listen, if you want me to go, I will. I know this is awkward for you or whatever. I just didn't want you to be alone," Puck had shoved his hands into his pockets and was standing by the door watching this young girl unravel.
"No, it's fine. I just don't know what to do, it's not like I have all these games that I can just pull out of my ass that we can play. My mom has Scrabble in there. She used it to teach herself English," Santana sat up and criss crossed her legs over one another.
"Well, do you wanna make out?" Puck spoke simply and confidently, sitting down on the bed beside her.
"What the hell!" she said loudly, hitting him upside the head for the second time tonight.
"I'm just saying, we're two hotties, why can't we have some fun. I'm sure Mike and Brittany are," Puck stopped himself, he probably shouldn't have said that. He'd seen lesbians before and Brittany and Santana were as close as one could get to putting matching rings on each other.
"Just shut the fuck up. Don't say her name," Leaning over, Santana let her lips crash down onto the boys. His lips were coarse and chapped, very unlike Brittany's soft and root beer tasting mouth. Sighing into his mouth, Brittany tried not to think about Brittany and just focus on what was going on in front of her.
As she kicked her foot out and closed the door, Puck had lifted her up and placed her back down on the bed. Letting his hands roam down her sides, Puck wasn't one to waste time when it came to getting it on. Throwing his shirt over his shoulders and to the ground, Puck felt a pair of small hands start at his shoulders and begin to move down to his chest.
"Is that a nipple ring?" Nodding his head, Puck smirked at the girl beneath him. "That's so…weird," Santana sat up slightly and let the metal stand in between her teeth pulling it so that his body was even closer to hers. "You are going to need to get me more naked before I continue with anything," she said unbuttoning the boys pants and sliding them off of him, allowing for the night to be taken over by rushed kisses and uncertain hands.