A/N: This fic is slightly AU. Everything so far has happened in this universe, except Finn and Rachel are obviously broken up. Don't know how much I will be incorporating in the story, but I'm sure these are spoilers to someone who hasn't watched all of the season 2 episodes multiple times.

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Puck often came by her house on Monday nights. He would slip into her window as soon as she cut off her lights, and sneak beneath her sheets. Both of her parents worked the night shift during the week and Brittany usually stayed home on Monday nights, spending the time playing board games with her family. Tonight was a rare occurrence though, since Puck was so sullen after his failed relationship with Quinn, he hadn't been to see her in months. She was surprised too when she felt his warm skin against her bare legs, her shorts bunched around her hot thighs, his arms wrapped around her midsection. He rubbed her stomach; soothing small circles into her skin around her belly button. She didn't stop him. She stayed still when he cupped the bottom of her new breasts, grazing the tips of the sensitive nubs and rounding it with his fingertips. His curious hands travelled toward her shorts, rubbing eagerly under the waistband right before she sat up; stopping him. She listened to him fall flat on his back against her bed, blowing air out of his cheeks before clearing his throat.

"You're worse than she was…"

She leaned her head back, her hair tumbling over the backs of her shoulders, tickling the valley of her spine as she pulled it together into a tight knot. Her skin was wet, a sheen of eager nervousness goose bumping her uncovered arms. She shook her head negatively, turning sideways to glare at him with clenched teeth.

"At least I get you off." She quirked her eyebrow, daring him to contest her.

He didn't. He sat up against her headboard and pulled down her sheet, exposing his tented boxer briefs. She took the cue, settling between his feet at the end of her bed. She descended him, kissing and nipping at him accordingly, following the flow of his breathing as he cockily folded his massive arms behind his head. He stares directly at her, concentrating on the bobbing motion of her head, pulling his right hand down to her makeshift pony tail and tugging it possessively, throwing his head back as she worked beneath him, growling quietly at the constant pull of her scalp. She continued that way for a while, the rhythm of her movement and his irregular breathing urging her on.

Something was different this time, though, as lightheadedness came upon her, stealing her breath and tingling all the way to her groin, rushing and pulsating to her hips, the erection she was getting pulling her away from the task at hand. Suddenly her angle changed as she tried to readjust herself flat against her bed, her bottom teeth nipping him as he slid out of her mouth.

"Ah, shit!" He pulled away from her, rolling onto his side as he grabbed himself, his eyes closed while he sucked in his breath.

She grabbed the body pillow at the end of her bed to shield herself, waiting for him to stop rocking.

"You bit me, Lopez- that shit hurt!"

She was thinking furiously of some rebuttal to explain her lack of finesse, but instead watched as he groped in the dark for his clothes, guided by the light of her open window he left her there, quiet and half in shock. Her erection had miraculously disappeared, a confused feeling settling at the pit of her heavy stomach. She sat in the dark for a while, deciding that she'd make something up the following day about punishment and the audacity Puck had for sneaking into her bedroom. She felt like crying herself to sleep, but she couldn't, her emotions tight behind her eyes and refusing to come forward. She rocked herself to sleep, feeling suddenly alone in her plight.

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When he told the class the following morning about Puck getting locked up, she nervously laughed with the rest of the class, the guilt of the night before felt like vomit on her tongue. She perked up slightly at the mention of BreadstiX, deciding to herself that it obviously wasn't her fault. The rest of the day crept by. She tried her best to get her mind off things making out with Brittany, pulling away from her and changing the subject when she felt that familiar tingle at her crotch. She knew she'd been harsh by what she said about just needing anyone beneath her. She felt guilty the moment it stumbled out of her mouth, but she decided that she needed a distraction from the obvious secret revealing itself in her Cheerios skirt.

The rest of the week was a blur. All she could focus on was sex. She was starting to understand what it was like being one of the guys she usually teased and tortured at school. She even caught herself thinking about how Mercedes was in bed, her voice prompting one unwelcome vivid fantasy about what she would sound like during sex while they were practicing their choreography. She secretly welcomed the break from having Brittany around for a while, her perfume did wicked things to her body. She got through most of the week without any major mishaps, deciding to wear her suffocating spandex shorts over her underwear to avoid any unwanted attention. Her week ended in the Cheerios locker room, she needed a cold shower before heading to practice, trying her best to keep her mind out of the gutter under all those skimpy skirts. She hadn't expected to find Berry there, singing in one of the stalls of the shower.

"You know if Coach catches you in here she's going to kill you, right?"

The singing stopped.

"Well, last time I checked she was getting ready for Cheerios practice out on the field. So if you don't say anything…"

She was shocked the dwarf knew that the Cheerios locker room was the only locker room aside from the football teams that stayed open in the school. Let alone that the Cheerios would head straight to practice without ever having to change into their uniforms. She shrugged even though the shorter girl couldn't see her:

"Whatever, RuPaul."

She started untying her shoes. Playing with the laces as she heard Berry shut off the shower head and tip toe to the bench she was sitting at. She didn't dare look up.

"I didn't have anywhere to shower before I got home, I hate it when my parents see my stained clothes, they start asking too many questions…"

"Did I speak to you?"

She stood up, facing away from the mouthy brunette and unzipping the top of her Cheerios uniform.

"You can pretend to be mean, Santana, I already know it's a façade."

She ignored her. She turned around just as Rachel pulled off her towel to dry her hair. She whipped back around and tried to forget the image before it bothered her. She suddenly felt hot in her sports bra.

"Does it work?"

The question caught her completely off guard. She couldn't stop her mouth from falling slack jawed.

"Does what work, Berry?"

"You know… your stuff…"

She was pulling her shirt over her head, the long sleeved black cardigan dark around the contrast of her tan skin. She couldn't help but stare. She shook her head of her thoughts before replacing her look with one of indignation.

"Do you have to blurt out every stupid little thought that crosses your fruity little brain, Treasure Trail? Don't worry about my stuff it works just fine."

She grabbed her towel before stalking off toward the showers, noticing that the need for her cold shower was still ever present.

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She noticed the diva in the bleachers during practice, and she could see her standing by her car when she finally emerged from the locker room, her duffel bag tucked under her arm. Brittany was still angry with her, so she was riding home with Becky and her mom. She stalked over to her car on the far side of the parking lot, walking to her driver side door and ignoring the brunette leaning against her gas tank.

"I wanted to apologize for being so crass earlier; it was rude of me."

"You've been apologizing a lot lately, Berry, I think we are interacting a way too much to my liking. So scamper away, I'm sure you and the keebler elves have something to bake up back at the tree stump, Stubbles. Now get off my car."

"The name calling is rather unnecessary now, Santana, I was thinking we could be each other's outlet. I mean, I can listen and I wouldn't judge you and maybe we could sort of become allies…"

She snorted at the girl standing in front of her, her books clutched to her chest, her hair slightly wavy and still somewhat damp.

"Berry, you need to chill with the sentimental bullshit. You know my secret, so what. We didn't share secrets and make up some secret code. I don't spit in your hand and make secret handshakes. You are who you are and I am who I am; stop trying to mix colors, Berry, it gets old fast. Now get off my car."

She backed away, staring at her while she got inside her car, throwing her duffel bag in the passenger seat. Rachel tapped on the window before she could pull off. She rolled her eyes before rolling it down.

"What?"

"When you realize that you need someone to talk to about what you're feeling…when you get tired of going it alone…I think you'll change your mind."

She watched her walk away, disappearing from the parking lot as she backed out of it herself, determined to get Rachel Berry out of her head.

End of Chapter 5