"Hey man, hop into the Pussy-Mobile and let's tend to the needy and horny housewives of Lima," Puck shouted over the blaring music of his truck's radio as he pulled up to the sidewalk outside of Santiago's house.

His truck was a rusted old shit heap with a browning exterior and constantly had the lingering smell of cigarettes and stale beer. It was far from a Pussy-Mobile but Santiago was in too good a mood to give him one of his usual verbal smack downs.

Climbing into the passenger side of Puck's rust bucket, Santiago turned the

radio off and glared at the mohawked asshole "Turn the fucking music down you dick, it's 6am" he complained.

"I thought you'd be in a good mood after your little date with the Blonde bombshell. Did she refuse to suck you off? I'm tellin' ya bro, sometimes you gotta treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen. I bet the Puckster would have her on her knees in no time," Puck smirked at him.

"That's working so well with Quinn, right? Oh wait, I forgot you haven't even managed to get your grubby little hands under that skirt yet, have you? The only time you've seen her on her knees is when she's praying to Jesus that she learns to fake an orgasm before she fucks your sorry ass," he bit back, in no mood for Puck at 6.30am on a Sunday morning. Or any morning for that matter.

"Someone is a little testy today. You need to get your dick wet soon or I'm afraid of what an asshole you'll turn into. Maybe get Melanie to blow you under the bleachers again; she seemed pretty keen last time. Well, before me and Mike caught you at least." Puck shrugged, completely unfazed by Santiago's words.

Santiago just ignored him and turned the radio back on, losing himself in thoughts of Brittany and their date. He couldn't deny that he was feeling sexually frustrated after how things were left last night but he refused to admit that to Puck. The less he knew about his sex life the better (specifically, his lack of sex life). Luckily for him most of the girls he ever made out with were happy to let people assume they slept together, keeping Santiago safe from the jeering of his team mates for being one of the few virgins on their team.

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, taking it out and holding his right hand over the screen so that Puck wouldn't see who the message was from;

"Gud morning 2 u too San. I had a rly nice time as well. Just back 4rm my morning run, its rly nice out. Have a gud day with Puck and tell him I said hi. Xxxxx"-Brittany.

He did everything he could to stop himself from smiling but it was in vain as a

huge grin made its way onto his face.

"Brittany has you so whipped," Puck bellowed, hitting his hands off the steering wheel before thumping Santiago's arm and accidentally swerving the car over into the wrong lane.

"Watch it, I don't wanna die before we clean our first pool. You know Mrs. Wong tips like she's a playgirl millionaire and not just the wife of a Japanese businessman with a dark, specific fetish for high school guys," Santiago grumbled.

"Yeah, yeah," Puck dismissed his moans with the wave of his hand, changing the radio channel and turning it up even louder.

It was going to be a long day.

On Monday morning Santiago found himself on the grounds of McKinley an hour before homeroom. The place was deserted bar the scattering of a few eager teachers and some of the even more eager students. He had a black bag in one hand and a litter picker in the other. It was part of his week long punishment for slushying the editor of the school's newspaper for publishing a poll on the website asking people to vote for the guy they thought was most likely to hook up with Brittany. It was worth it though because now Jacob Ben Israel knew not to mention Brittany in his shitty little newspaper again.

He was busy sitting under the bleachers playing Angry Birds on his phone when he felt the old sofa he was sitting on dip on his left hand side.

"What are you doing here?" the cold calculating voice of Quinn said beside him.

"Carrying out my punishment for slusyhing JBI, you?" he asked without moving his attention from his phone, he was so close to beating his highest score.

"Making sure none of the Cheerios are hanging around here with you horny, sinful footballers," she said with disdain.

"Well, they're not. It's just me ignoring my litter cleaning duties."

"Right."

They sat there in silence. Santiago continued his game, hoping that Quinn would leave. Her presence made him uncomfortable. It soon became too much for him;

"Do you want something Quinn?" he said, putting his phone in his pocket and turning to face her.

"Not really. I just wanted to give you some friendly advice and maybe a suggestion or two," she attempted a smile but it looked more like a grimace.

"Just spit it out, why are you here?" he was losing patience.

Another few seconds silence.

"I just want to tell you to stay away from Brittany," she eventually said "I think you'd be better suited to sticking to the usual girls you fuck around with on the team. She's already become one of the best on our squad and I don't want you hurting her like you have so many of the others. I still have to suffer through Sasha's crying fits every time she has two wine coolers over the time you brought her as your date to Azimio's party and ended up making out with her sister right in front of her."

Santiago was completely taken aback by her outburst. Quinn never bothered giving him this talk before and he certainly wasn't going to let her start now.

"First of all, I didn't bring Sasha as my date, I got a ride with her in her dad's Bentley which last time I checked was a hardly a fucking marriage proposal and second of all, keep out of my business." He snapped.

"I am captain of the Cheerios so Brittany's life is my business and as of Saturday night you seem to have become a part of that which makes your life part of my business, am I clear?" She stood up, putting her hands on her hips and contorting her face into the infamous Fabray glare

Santiago stood up too, refusing to be intimidated.

"So you want me tell Brittany that I don't want to see her anymore? Is that it?" he was livid; who the hell did she think she was?

"Yes, pretty much."

"Not gonna happen, so get out of my face and keep your nose out of it." He stepped around her, intent on storming off.

"If you don't, I'll kick her off the squad. Do you want that Santiago? You know how important it is to be popular in this school and she's hardly the sharpest tool in the box, Cheerios would guarantee her a scholarship to a good University. She needs us just as much as we need her."

Santiago froze, stopped in his tracks. He could almost feel the satisfied smirk he knew Quinn was wearing right at that moment. He turned back to her, clenching his fists.

"Don't talk about her like that." He said through gritted teeth.

"Hit a nerve, have I?" she smiled brightly at him, like they were having a run of the mill friendly conversation.

"You don't deserve to be in her company, let alone talk about her."

"It's not like it's a secret Santiago, she wrote her last history exam in colored pencils. I'd be embarrassed to be her friend if it wasn't for that red uniform she has on every day. I imagine that I'm not the only one," Quinn revealed delightedly, reveling in riling him up.

"Quinn, I told you to shut up talking about her." He took a step closer, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself but failing miserably. Quinn looked completely indifferent to his growing anger.

"So, what's it going to be?" she held out both hands, raising her right one; "keep messing around with Brittany and thinking with your dick," then raised the left; "or give her an actual chance to get into a school that doesn't house half the population of the local trailer park?" she shrugged; "the choice is entirely yours."

"Why are you doing this?" he asked. Still shocked and angered by the entire scenario.

"Because I am not having you fuck over our best chance at winning Nationals this year. Your little mind games with the girls on my squad have caused more problems than I care to admit and I am not risking it. I'm giving you a choice Santiago, make the right one." She finished before brushing past him, leaving him standing there in complete and utter shock.

His stomach dropped and he slowly sat back down on the couch, putting his head in his hands.

He had a choice to make and he had to make the right one.

If only he knew what that was.