I do not own Glee.

Puck is bored. He is sitting in the rehearsal room, after their Regionals performance, waiting to get called back for judging. He would really rather be anywhere else. The room is small and it is times like these he wonders why he's even still in Glee Club. He's glad when people start making excuses to leave. He waits until Rachel and Santana have wandered off to the concessions and Sam and Finn have left for the bathrooms. He looks at Quinn, she's sitting alone now, and he wills her to look at him. Even one little glance and he'd be over there in a heartbeat, but she looks at everything but him. Whatever. He doesn't care. Really. He decides he should go wander around, pick up some chicks or something. He's the Puckmeister, maybe those VA girls want to hang with a winner. He keeps up a running commentary in his head as he heads down the hall. But he hadn't really paid attention to where they were going when they came in and he's a little lost.

He hears voices up ahead and he slows down, so he can swagger a little and play it cool. He wants to look suave, not like some panicky, lost kid. He's glad he took his time though, when he steps around the corner. He can't quite believe what he's seeing. He slips behind a door and peeks around the corner, thinking he was hallucinating, but nope, it's still there.

Sam is leaning against the wall, Santana pressed against his front, his hand sliding up her thigh, her tongue down his throat. She giggles, a throaty sound that Puck knows way too well. After he gets over his disbelief, his first instinct is to rush back to the room and grab Quinn and tell her. It's his chance! Like someone gift wrapped him the best present ever. Except he doesn't know how to get back to the room and Sam and Santana are whispering and heading down the hall past him.

He follows them slowly. He doesn't want them to see him, but he doesn't know how to get back either. He doesn't know what he's going to do. As much as he wants to tell Quinn, he doesn't want to mess up the club any more. He wants to talk to someone, gossip like a little girl actually, but they call them out for the judging as soon as he gets back.

Watching Quinn hug Sam when they win makes him so angry. If she only knew, he thinks. They go to change out of their costumes, but he's just going to wear his suit pants home, so he heads to the bus. He sees Finn climb on and starts to wave him down, forgetting for a minute they aren't exactly cool.

He realizes his mistake as soon as Finn drops down into the seat beside him. Not only is Finn not going to care if Quinn is getting cheated on, but Finn is probably still pissed at him for kissing his girlfriends. Damn. He needs advice, though.

"What's up?" Finn asks curiously. Puck needs to think fast.

"Uh...listen, I, uh, saw something...during the break earlier, and I just think you should be aware of it, since you're, uh, team captain and all." Puck pauses, that sounds good, right? Finn nods, so he keeps going. "So I went out to get a coke at break, and I took a wrong turn, and I ran into two people, and I was surprised because they were totally making out, right there in the hallway." He stopped, because Finn suddenly looked like he was about to explode.

"This can not be happening, I am such an idiot." He slams his hand into the back of the seat.

"Dude, I don't know what you're thinking, but I dont know if we're talking about the same thing..."

"I saw Jesse and Rachel looking all cozy. I can't believe she'd do this again..."

"Wow, clam down, man. It wasn't Rachel." He lowered his voice. "It was Sam...and Santana."

Finn took a couple of deep breaths. "I could kill you right now. Why didn't you say so?"

"Sorry, how was I supposed to know you'd lose it? Anyway, we have to do something. This club is already hanging by a thread."

"Are you sure this is just about the club?" Finn looks at Puck suspiciously. Puck nods and tries to look as innocent as possible. "We need to think of some way to keep them apart, I guess. Did anyone else see them?"

"I dont think so. Listen, I think I can talk to Sam. Can you just keep Santana away from him at the party tonight?"

Finn frowns. "Rachel is not going to like that."

"For the team, man..."

"Fine. But you owe me." They spend the rest of the ride home thinking up a plan.

*glee*

Rachel hurries off the bus, as soon as it pulls in. She doesn't know what's wrong with Finn, she's still frustrated about her run in with Jesse, and her shoes are killing her feet. She just wants to go home. She's tempted to skip the Glee Club party altogether, but Quinn actually asked her to come over early and help set up and Mercedes is coming too, and it's kind of thrilling to finally have some friends. She's completely lost in her thoughts and she doesn't Finn calling to her until she's opening her door.

"Hey!" He's a little breathless as he runs up behind her. "You ignoring me?"

"Really?" she asks, more than a little annoyed. "What happened on the bus?"

"Nothing. I'm an idiot, ok?" He kisses her forehead. "Do you need a ride to Quinn's?"

She smiles at him. "Nope! I'm going to help her set up. I'll see you there!" She waves at him as she drives off. He feels like this party is a very, very bad idea.