A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews and notifications! I'm glad people are enjoying this story. It really encourages me to keep going.

This is another short chapter, but a bit longer than the last. They're probably all going to be pretty short. For some reason, that's what's working for me right now.

M - for language and smut in future chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Puck rattled off the rules to Sam for what had to be the thousandth time. "No virgins. No repeats. No staying till morning. No teenagers, which I shouldn't even have to say after Kitty or Katie or -"

"Kimmy was nineteen!"

"Exactly nineTEEN, and how did that work out?" He watched Sam glare at him, but knew he wouldn't argue that point. "No dinner. No going to your place EVER."

The bartender handed them their beers, and they walked toward a vacant spot on the far wall.

"You know the problem with your rules? Sure, they'll keep you from getting mixed up in something you don't want, but you'll also never get mixed up in something you DO want."

Puck just rolled his eyes and kept walking.

OO

Rachel continued to sit at the bar, her heart thundering in her ears. She tracked Puck's movement as he and his friend made their way to the opposite side of the room and leaned against the wall. Prior to this moment, her intimate experiences consisted of quick-and-disappointing (her high school boyfriend), and sweet-and-gentle (her college boyfriend). Rachel considered the advice Santana had given her over the past few days. She had told Rachel that she was a passionate person, and needed someone to 'rock her world'. (She also said several other things that don't bear repeating). Rachel finally thought she might understand the advice. She felt something unfamiliar, something primal, as she watched Puck, and she found it surprisingly appealing. She felt the tingle of excitement as she decided Santana was right. For once she was just going to do something wild. Something totally crazy. She was going to do this. She wanted to do this.

Now she just needed to know how to do this. Picking up a stranger in a bar was not exactly in her skill set. She'd rarely ever met anyone in a bar, and when she had, they'd approached her. She'd been asked to dance or offered drinks. A few times she'd accepted, but nothing had ever come of any of it. She wasn't sure if the same type of approach would apply when she was the one initiating. Santana will know exactly how to proceed. Where is she? Rachel decided to send out an S.O.S. via text. Santana would normally let her know before she left entirely, so she was probably just occupied somewhere.

'Found a guy. Need your help. Where are you?'

She looked back up and found Sam and Puck had moved to the dance floor. Puck was dancing close to some girl who clearly failed to find the line between sexy and trashy. Trampy-girl leaned into him and their bodies moved together to the pounding beat. Crap. She needed to do something before she lost her chance. She moved to the edge of the dance floor and began moving to the music. She gradually weaved through people, trying to work her way toward Puck, Sam, and their new companions. She was totally unsure what she would do once she got there, but thankfully she didn't have to figure it out. She felt someone press into her back and a pair of hands begin to slide over her hips. She gave out a startled squeak before realizing Santana had received her text, and was there to help.

"Work with me Rach. We'll have the attention of every guy in the place."

Rachel sighed in relief and smiled. She giggled as she pressed back into her friend and began to shimmy down a bit. She raised her hands above her head, and shimmied back up. They continued to grind together and Santana moved to face Rachel. As she rocked against her friend, she leaned in close and spoke into her ear. "Where's the guy?" Rachel nodded toward Puck and Sam, and Santana followed her gaze. "Nice. Which one do I get?"

"I want the one with the dark hair. I heard the blond say he has a girlfriend, but he's breaking up with her. Your call. . . I mean if we can even get them away from those . . . girls." Rachel restrained herself from using a more colorful descriptor.

"Just touch me like I'm him, and when he looks at you, don't look away. You want to hold his attention. Tell him with your eyes that you want him. Trust me."

One thing Puck had learned in his 23 years of appreciating women was that, most of the time, hot on the dance floor equals hot in bed. There was a measure of comfort with your own body and ability to move that carried over. That was the reason he liked places like this one to pick up women. It was like holding auditions. Even as he moved with his current dance partner, he watched the other dancers,surveying his options, looking for someone special, someone to make this evening worth his time. His eyes eventually settled on a pair of smokin' hot brunettes. He watched them rub against one another and let out a ragged breath. The one in purple had incredible legs, and was looking intensely at him with her big chocolate eyes. He was pretty sure he wanted those legs wrapped around him before the night was over.

Just as Santana had instructed, when Puck looked, Rachel held his gaze. He didn't look away either, and that sexy smirk she'd seen earlier was back. They continued to dance with their respective partners, but their attention was focused on one another. It was electric. She felt like every cell in her body was humming with energy. Knowing she was in a strange city with people who, other than Santana, she'd never see again, made her bold. Rachel thought about how she'd like to touch him, how she'd like for him to touch her. She looked at the way his jeans hugged his thighs, as she ran her hands along the back of Santana's legs. She appreciated his back and shoulders, as she slid her hands up her friend's body. She studied the incredible bone structure of his face and decided to be just a little bolder. She ran her tongue along Santana's jaw, starting at her chin and stopping just below her ear. Her eyes never left his as she did it.

Shit! He went from pretty sure to fuckin' positive. Time to ditch the dance partner. He grabbed Sam's arm and told him he was going to get another beer, then excused himself, heading for the bar. He continued to watch the girl, not bothering to be at all subtle.

"Damn Rachel, that was hot! I'm a little bit proud," Santana teased, pretending to be choked up at the end. "I'll occupy the friend. Go get him."

"Alright, I just need a minute to collect myself, then I'm going."

OO

Santana slipped away from Rachel and positioned herself near Sam, directly in his path to the bar. She couldn't have him going to look for his friend. When the song changed and he began to head toward the bar, Santana stepped up to him and ran her hand up his bicep. She moved well into his personal space and breathed into his ear. "Hi, I'm Santana. You wanna go outside and get some fresh air?"

Sam fumbled for an answer for a moment before releasing a breath and explaining. "I'd like to, believe me, but I really can't." He started to step around her, but Santana stopped him again.

"Listen, I know you have a girlfriend you want to break-up with." Sam furrowed his brow.
"Whatever. My friend over there heard you talking earlier. So if you're mister good-guy or something, fine. I still think you should step outside with me. See my friend has had a really long dry spell, and your friend seems to trip her trigger. What kind of wingwoman would I be if I didn't get you out of the way?"

"Alright, fine," Sam laughed, "You lead the way."

OO

Rachel danced a bit longer, watching Puck as he waited for his drink. No more thinking. It was time for action.

She waited till she caught his eye again, and slowly crossed the dance floor. She couldn't help looking down from his face to take in his strong arms, and masculine form. When she glanced back up, he was staring openly, desire evident in his eyes. Maybe he wasn't a 'nice guy'. Tonight he was everything she needed him to be. Something about the way he carried himself left her with no doubt that he would indeed 'rock her world'. Her heart raced at the thought.

She was almost to him when he raised an eyebrow and shouted over the music, "Hey, I'm Puck."

She didn't want to talk or to think. She didn't want to lose her nerve, so rather than answer, she grabbed the front of his shirt to tug him toward her, and kissed him hard.

He was caught off guard for a second, which didn't happen all that often, but he quickly returned the kiss, splaying hands across her back, and pulling her flush against him. He was already turned on by her little show with her friend. Follow that with her crossing the room in that tiny purple dress, looking like she might devour him. Add one very hot talented mouth that tasted vaguely of some kind of fruity-girl drink. His brain pretty much shut down. He wondered briefly if she'd let him push her against the nearest wall and take her right there in the bar. Just as he pulled back slightly for a very necessary breath, she surprised him again. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth (hot) then slid out of his embrace and began to walk away. What the fuck!

She only went three or four steps before she glanced back over her shoulder with a sexy little smile, and her lip between her teeth. She cocked her head toward the door and started walking again. Well alright then.