Author's note: I don't know why I have such love for Matt, considering he's never had a line, but I do. I kinda like Brittany too, after she was dancing with Kurt and Tina in "Preggars" so this is kinda my homage to them.

Matt stared worriedly at Puck's back as he walked away with the small blonde girl. He seriously hoped his friend wasn't going to do anything stupid. It was definitely weird seeing Puck so shaken up, but then again he'd been acting strangely for the past few weeks.

Matt had been shocked when Puck had asked him to join Glee. Okay, so maybe asked wasn't the right word, Puck had pretty told Mike and him that they were going to join. But Matt hadn't really minded, he knew it meant getting to spend more time with Brittany. When Santana and Puck had been together, the four of them hung out all the time, and most of the time Quinn and Finn had joined in.

Things had started going downhill fast when Finn joined Glee. Quinn didn't like the idea of being alone, and had placed increasing pressure on Santana and Brittany to spend "girl time" with her. Quinn was the Queen Bee, and if Quinn wasn't happy, apparently no one else could be either. Britt had told him all about how Quinn had suddenly decided that Santana shouldn't be with Puck anymore, and within days they had split. He lived in fear of Quinn deciding he wasn't worthy.

Matt looked back at Britt, sitting alone on the staircase, and wished that she wasn't such a follower. She was a sweet girl, with a good heart but he hated the way she acted around the other Cheerios. He suspected Puck knew how he felt about her, and that was why he picked him.

At first Matt had thought Puck was joining to get Santana back, (though he couldn't see why, the girl was a Class A bitch) but he never even payed attention to her in rehearsal. Puck would never admit it, but Matt knew he actually enjoyed the whole singing thing. Of course the April chick had been an enticing bonus, though he still couldn't believe he had let Puck talk him into the shower thing.

He glanced quickly at Britt, God he hoped she never found out about that.

Puck acted like a dick most of the time, but Matt knew he was actually a pretty good guy. His reaction to Rachel in the hallway had surprised Matt. In Puck's own retarded way, he was actually trying to be nice to her, without losing face in front of the guys. He wasn't quite so sure what Puck was worried about, Rachel Berry was actually pretty cute, and yeah she was annoying, but people had already started to accept the idea that Finn liked her, before the whole pregnancy thing. Yeah, Puck would've taken some shit if he had gone after her, but after a week or two, people would have found something else to talk about.

He walked over and sat next to Brittany on the stairs.

"Is he okay?" Brittany asked.

"I dunno," Matt replied.

"What was he thinking bringing that freak here?" she asked, "Puck is way too good for her."

Matt turned toward her. "Santana's not around, Britt, you don't have to be such a bitch," he chastised, "Rachel's not bad. A little weird but not bad, and Puck's no freaking angel. He could do worse."

"Oh, really? How?"

"Well, for starters, he could date Santana again." he snapped.

Brittany glared at him, and he sighed. Santana and Quinn were a major sore spot for them.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Eventually she leaned into him, and he put his arm around her. He started to apologize to her when Santana came around the corner. She'd obviously been drinking, and he knew she got meaner with every beer.

"Where's Puck?" she asked.

Brittany gestured toward the kitchen.

"And the Glee freak?"

Brittany gestured outside.

Matt wondered if it was worth the argument to point out that they were all Glee freaks now. He decided to keep his mouth shut, and hoped she'd go away quickly.

"Who the hell does that Berry chick think she is anyway?" Santana demanded. "First she goes after Quinn's man, now she's going after mine."

"Uh, yeah, Puck's not your man anymore, in case you forgot," Matt pointed out.

"He would be if I wanted him to," she said haughtily.

"Doubtful," Matt muttered under his breath.

Santana glared at him.

"Come on Brittany, let's go," Santana said.

Brittany looked at him, torn between obeying her friend and staying with him. Matt really hated Santana.

"I'll go," he said, as he stood up and walked toward the living room.

He could hear Santana talking as he walked away.

"Honestly, Britt, I don't know what you see in that loser."

With Quinn pregnant, the top dog spot was coming open soon, and he knew Santana wanted it badly. She knew that she needed Puck back to secure the position, and Britt had told him earlier that Santana had planned on "doing whatever it took" to get Puck tonight. He suspected that she hadn't been pleased when Puck showed up with Rachel on his arm. Keeping Rachel around would keep Santana in check, so he planned to do everything in his power to make that happen.

Matt sat in the living room, watching the two girls. They had spotted something outside the storm doors, and Santana was whispering furiously in Britt's ear. He saw Santana walk off just before Rachel entered the house. He started to get up, but he was ambushed by the small blonde girl that Puck had been talking to.

"Your friend is an asshole," the girl whined.

"Yeah, he is," Matt agreed quickly, trying to push past her. He could see Rachel and Britt talking in the entryway.

The little blonde stepped in front of him again, demanding his attention. "What's wrong with him?" she demanded.

Matt was annoyed now, they had walked off and he couldn't see them anymore. Turning toward the girl, he asked. "Does your mom look anything like you?"

"Well, yeah..." the girl replied, puzzled.

"Do you have an above ground pool?"

"Yes, but what's that got to do..."

Matt cut her off, "Then Puck's probably fucked your mother. You should go home and ask her about it."

He left her standing there, her mouth open in shock, and got to the staircase just in time to see Rachel running out the door again, and Brittany standing there looking triumphant. He turned to see Santana strutting down the hall, casually reapplying her lip gloss. He glared at her as she laughed and turned into the kitchen and he looked back at Britt.

"Where's Puck?" he asked angrily. Britt gestured down the hallway toward the door Santana had walked out of. Her face had gone from triumphant to something resembling shame.

"What have you done, Britt?" he asked, the disappointment evident in his tone.

"Nothing, it was Santana's idea," she mumbled, looking down at her feet.

He sighed again, he was torn between chasing after Rachel or finding Puck and telling him what happened.

He grabbed gently Brittany by the arms. "Look at me Britt," he said softly, and waited until she raised her eyes to his, "go find Rachel, and bring her back. Tell her what you did."

Brittany looked horrified, "Matt I can't... Santana...."

"Santana doesn't own you Britt. Please?" he asked, turning on his most charming smile, "For me?"

She grudgingly agreed. Before he could walk away, she said, "She really likes him, you know..."

"Who?"

"Puck," Brittany said, "She told me that's why she left, to tell Finn that she liked Puck."

Matt was surprised Rachel had confided anything in Brittany. Shaking his head in amazement, Matt stalked off towards the study to find Puck.