A/N: Some awkward teen moments ahead! I'm snowed in and this cabin fever inspired my productivity in typing up this chapter. Please review!

Chapter 17

"Did you guys… do it?"

"That's kind of personal."

"I mean… I don't want to know about you know, your experience—no thanks. I just want to know… you know… its girl sex. It's different. I want to know, like, is it worth it? Did it live up to your expectations? "

Rachel shrugged.

"So you did do it! Were you nervous? Was it gross?"

"It was…perfect for us. I guess. I definitely wouldn't change anything about it."

"I wonder if it'll be different than it is with a guy…"

"You had sex with a guy? When?"

Bella blushed.

"Yea. A couple of weeks ago. I-I wanted to know if I was…sure. It grossed me out a little."

"Oh."

Rachel turned back to the television, eating cherries to distract herself from the conversation. She didn't want to continue, afraid that Bella might ask more questions.

"You ever like someone you're not supposed to?"

Rachel turned to her, the 'Hmmm' she replied with vibrating in her throat.

"You heard me. Have you?"

Rachel swallowed the remnants of her cherry, staring straight ahead before answering her companion.

"It's happened to me quite a few times actually." Finn, Jesse, Noah, Santana…

"Do you give in? To the temptation I mean."

"In the past…I have."

"Oh…"

Bella's face was suddenly too close to hers, and Rachel suddenly couldn't breathe. She felt like it was one of those moments. She hated those moments. The moments she seemed to find herself in when she had to make a moral choice, and she always chose incorrectly. And she sulks after realizing what she should have done, what she planned on doing … and she always went against the right thing.

Bella was staring between her eyes and her lips, her clear green eyes darting between the two places, lingering on where Rachel's chest hitched when she inched a little closer, before speaking:

"You can kiss me if you want to."

Rachel leaned back, straightening her skirt and cleared her now dry throat.

"Bella, I think you should leave. You've put me in a compromising situation and I think it's best that we don't see each other for a while. You seem to disregard and disrespect my feelings and you are crossing line that is dividing our friendship."

Bella stood, took four steps toward the door before turning around.

"I'm sorry Rach, I thought it would be easier. I can't not like you that way."

She watched her leave, blowing air out of her cheeks when the door clicked shut.

That was close.

She wasn't used to this feeling. She felt like she did the right thing. But she felt like she lost an opportunity. How many chances at this would someone like her get? But all she could really think about was what she had with Santana. She was happy with her, even though they couldn't see each other like they wanted. She was usually so smitten with anyone who gave her attention. The feeling of someone liking her that way was intoxicating. It was baiting. But she didn't fall for it this time. Because she had Santana. Rachel smiled.

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"So… you got like both? Like, you don't have balls or anything right?"

Santana rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Puck, I have both. Get all your weirdo questions out before I get bored with this awkward conversation."

"Well. Since you're cool with it—is it normal size? Or is it like a little misshapen nub?"

She slapped him playfully.

"Shut up. And you saw it that night you caught me and Rachel."

He took a swig of his beer. Her parents had gotten off her case three days into her "Punishment". They knew they wouldn't be able to monitor what she did most nights since they were working. As long as the Berrys' didn't call and complain about her seeing Rachel she was free to do as she pleased. She found herself in Puck's room, his mother and little sister off at some random Girl Scout event.

"Well it wasn't like, up, or anything. You covered up pretty quick."

He was silent for a moment.

"Tan Tan…is it bigger than mine?"

"Don't call me that, Puckerman. And yea, it's fuckin' huge. Doc says it's still growing."

She crushed her own beer can, throwing it and making it into Puck's nearly over flowing trashcan.

"Bullshit! Let me see it—"

He was tugging at her belt, trying to undo it enough to unzip her jeans.

"Ew, no. And besides, it don't count if it's not hard."

"You never measured it?"

"No, did you measure yours?"

"Hell yea! It's like a rite of passage for dudes."

"I'm not a dude."

He stood up, walking to his computer desk before pulling out a drawer and rifling through the mess. He pulled out a ruler, a long, metal one, and handed it to her.

Santana laughed. She turned around in her spot on the floor, and put the ruler behind her on his bed.

"I'm not going to measure it now."

"Come on—I'll do mine too."

Puck stood up, undoing his pants.

"Come on—keep your pants on Puckerman, this is weird."

"Look be proud of your junk. I'm not lookin' at your junk, and you already seen mine plenty of times. I just want to see if mine is bigger. Come on."

She sighed, standing up after he pulled her into a standing position. She turned her back to him, unbuttoning her pants enough to pull out.

"Give me another beer Puck."

She chugged her beer, throwing it toward the vicinity of his trashcan, and tried her best to think about stuff to get it up. Fifteen minutes in silence passed before Santana leaned down to grab the ruler.

"Seven and three quarters."

"Bullshit. Let me see."

Puck turned around to get a glimpse at the ruler Santana had scaled next to her penis.

"It's thicker than yours too-"

She heard Puck zip up his pants before she stuffed herself awkwardly into her own jeans.

"Whatever, Lopez. You can't say you have bigger balls than me."

They sat back on the bed together, Puck handed her another beer before falling back against his pillows. She couldn't remember how many she had since she been there, and the last can she chugged was making her dizzy. She opened the can and sipped it anyway.

"So what's going on with you and Rachel? Is she your girl?"

"Yea, why—you jealous?"

"Nah… she's my friend ya know? She's kinda cool. Don't fuck it up."

Santana rolled her eyes.

"I got this, Puck."

She sat her now half can of beer on his bedside table, falling back beside Puck. She closed her eyes, relaxing on his football team blankets. She would have drifted off to sleep had it not been for the butterfly touches she felt along her neck. She waved away the feeling, deciding that Puck was probably trying to tickle her awake. She was swimming in her sudden intoxication, realizing that a strong hand was brushing over the hairs of her stomach and down her somewhat bulged jeans. With balance she didn't know she had she slipped off the bed and stood up, swaying momentarily on her feet before finding her immediate sobriety.

"What the fuck? Don't pull that shit with me, Puck!"

He had this nervous look about him, he was looking up at her, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pouted. He leaned up on his palm, straightening and slumping his shoulders in the same motion.

"I thought you were sleep."

Santana crossed her arms.

"Puck…are you gay?"

"No—no man I'm not into dudes. I mean, I never was before. Not that you're a dude, but…it bothers me that I'm still attracted to you and you got extra parts…and I was curious."

He was standing, rubbing the back of his neck and searching for the invisible pockets of his basketball shorts.

"I mean, it's cool if you are, Puck. I'm just, this is catching me off guard."

"It's over, Lopez, let's just blame it on the alcohol."

Puck sat down, rubbing his thighs with his palms, and shifting in his computer chair.

"I think I'm going to go home…"

"Come on, don't be stupid let's just watch the movie—"

"It's cool, I just want to sleep in my own bed."

"Santana, you're drunk."

"I'll catch the bus."

"Whatever."

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She walked to Rachel's house instead. She called when she was outside, checking over her shoulder for that nosy old hag next door.

"Are your Dads home?"

"No they're in Cincinnati. Come through the back door and make sure her window light doesn't come on."

Santana dodged behind most of the shrubbery in Rachel's backyard. She got to the back door, finally walking inside her kitchen where Rachel was standing, her phone still in her hand.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Apparently they had a lot to do tonight.

End of Chapter 16.

A/N: Next chapter goes into details with the talk that they obviously need to have. It also starts the beginning of the new school semester. Some ConfusedPuck is in store, as well as someone from Glee Club finding out about Santana/Rachel. You probably can't guess who… So emotions and angst are in the next chapter. Let's go see if I can type up these other updates I have sometime this weekend. *Crosses fingers*

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