Stealing the Girl
Pairing: Puck/Rachel, Rachel/Santana, and Puck/Rachel/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Fem slash and smut
Word Count: 3, 050
Notes: This is my first time ever writing Fem slash and smut so I hope it's good. This was written for the puckrachel drabble meme for smc_27. Prompt: "I'm here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl."
One minute Puck is flirting with Rachel at her locker, pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear and the next Santana is hitting him and telling him to keep his hands off her girl. What the fuck? He looks at Rachel with a questioning expression and she smiles shyly at him.
“I’ve decided to explore my bi-curiosity. With Santana,” she says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. It might be the hottest, but not the most normal. Santana shoots him her usual bitchy smirk before sliding her arm around Rachel’s small waist.
“Wait, so you’re switching teams on me?” He asks incredulously, “Before I could even get to the promised land one last time?” His eyes flicker over her tight body and he groans inwardly. This cannot be happening. He was this close to getting under her little skirt again.
“Suck it, Puckerman,” Santana says walking away and dragging an apologetic looking Rachel behind her. He slams his palm against the locker before an idea comes to him. He calls out to them right before they reach the doors leading to the parking lot.
“Can I at least watch?” He shouts down the empty hallway. Santana pauses and bursts into laughter and Rachel looks around to make sure no one else is within hearing distance of this conversation.
“No, but you can put the image in your spank bank. Later,” she cackles before finally pushing through the doors. She and Rachel disappear behind the stream of sunlight and Puck runs a hand over the back of his Mohawk. This has got to be the craziest shit to ever happen. He never thought he’d see the day that Rachel Berry became a lesbian.
…
He figures they want to keep their little love affair a secret because nothing really changes. Sure, they sit next to each other in glee and are attached at the fucking hip but there’s nothing weird about that. Ever since they became friends a few months ago, they’ve been pretty inseparable.
He has noticed that now Rachel sings directly to Santana during her sickeningly lovey-dovey solos and the Latina sends her these flirty looks that she fucking knows are not clandestine. (Yeah, he actually studied for the SAT, screw you.)
Luckily, Coach Sylvester is trying to come back from forfeiting Nationals last year and is forcing the Cheerios to have mandatory two-a-days practices and Santana, Quinn, and Brittany, all back on the squad, have to haul ass as soon as glee is over.
He waits until everyone has left before he approaches Rachel as she’s putting her sheet music back in alphabetical order arranged by genre, artist, album, and song or some shit like that. He presses himself up against her and places his hands on her hips.
“You must be tired of all that scissoring by now,” he says low in her ear. She whirls around and steps away from his grasp with an indignant look on her face.
“Noah, I resent that you think my relationship with Santana is purely physical and founded on lust. I’ll have you know that I care for her deeply and she cares for me as well,” she states firmly with a raised eyebrow.
“You can’t blame me for thinking this is a little weird, Berry. How did this shit even start?” He asks, sitting down on the piano bench. She shrugs and sits next to him.
“I’m not exactly sure. San’s always made jokes of a sexual nature regarding our friendship and somewhere along the way they went from irritating to exciting, so I thought it would only be fair to try it.” She’s blushing and all he can think about is how cute she is. He’s so fucked.
“So, do you like having sex with chicks better?” He thinks it’s a fair question to ask.
“It’s different,” she says looking at her hands.
“Is she better than me?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“It’s different,” she states again.
“How is it different Berry? You either come hard or you don’t. If I remember correctly, two months ago I made you come so hard you were hitting a high F.” He’s starting to get irritated. He basically just wants her to tell him he’s the best she’s ever had but she’s not biting.
“San and I are in a committed relationship. You and I were drunk,” she says standing and gathering her things. He lightly grabs her wrist to stop her from leaving.
“Fuck, I’ve been trying to get with you since that night and then you go to bat for the other side.”
“Yes, you’ve been trying to get with me. Santana wants to be with me. There’s a difference.” She pulls away from him and marches out of the choir room with a determined step. Puck’s still sitting on the piano bench trying to decrypt her last statement, when Mr. Schue walks in to turn off the lights.
By the end of the first week, everyone in glee has put two and two together and they actually think it’s sweet. Which pisses Puck off more because he thought his teammates were smart enough to see how wrong this relationship is. Well, it’s mostly wrong because his dick and his right hand are becoming far too acquainted as images of Santana and Berry float through his mind.
…
The first time he sees them kiss, he legit battles between wanting to break it up and wanting to join. It’s a total mindfuck.
They’re at a party at Santana’s house and he’s walking into the kitchen to make himself a drink when he sees Rachel backed up against the counter, looking up at Santana from under her lashes and he gets half hard from that look. He knows what that look means. He stops in the doorway because he needs to see what happens next.
Santana presses herself against the smaller brunette and roughly claims her lips, sucking on her bottom one lightly. He hears Rachel whimper and watches as she grinds her hips against Santana’s thigh and slides her hands just above the taller girl’s ass. They’re both wearing tiny jean shorts and looking at their long, tanned legs interlocked is almost too much for him to handle before he’s in danger of arriving early. And he’s a fucking stud.
He’s got his eyes closed, trying to regain his composure, and when he opens them again, the two girls are apart and giggling at him. Rachel’s eyes trail down to the bulge in his jeans and she bites her lip. He groans audibly and right now a threesome is the only thing he can think about. Rachel looks at her girlfriend questioningly and she responds with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Looks like it’s your lucky night, Puck. You’re invited to a one-night showing,” Santana says brushing past him on her way to the stairs. He’s staring behind her, his mouth gaping open a little until he feels Rachel’s little hands pushing him forward. He glances back at her and she’s wearing that sexy expression she gets when she’s really turned on. He immediately gets his ass in gear and practically runs up to Santana’s room.
When he and Rachel reach the bedroom, Santana’s pulling her shirt over her head and she tosses it to the side. She walks over to Puck and places her hand on the back of his neck, bringing him down to kiss her fiercely. He feels Rachel pressing herself against his back and he honestly can’t believe this is happening. Her hands are running along his abdomen, under his shirt, and his muscles are flexing from how amazing she feels.
Santana pulls away and helps Rachel lift his shirt over his head. He kneads the Latina’s breasts over her red satin bra and she starts licking along his collarbone while Rachel’s placing little wet kisses over his back and he decides everyone is wearing too much clothing.
“Okay, both of you need to be naked, like, right now,” he says. Santana smirks and reaches down to unzip her shorts. As she begins pulling them down, Puck realizes she’s not wearing any panties and groans, “Fuck, San.”
He spins around to see Rachel unclasping her bra and he pulls it off of her and dips his head to suck on an already pebbled nipple while his hand works the other breast. She’s making these little gasping sounds and he’s so happy he’s sober this time because he never wants to forget what she sounds like.
He pulls back and kisses her lips, teasing her lightly with his tongue as his hands squeeze her perfectly round ass. She moans into his mouth and places her hands on the waistband of his jeans, slipping her fingers in and unbuttoning them. He moves her hands away and pushes them down before stepping out of them. Santana clears her throat loudly behind him and he chuckles as he turns around.
She’s laying on the bed with her legs spread and two fingers slowly working in and out of her pussy. Her eyes are dark and are trained on him and she lowers her hips over her fingers. He walks over towards her and she stills her movements to move up towards the center of the bed. Puck gets on his knees, looming over her and skims his hands over her hips and down her thighs until he’s holding her just under her knees. He parts her thighs a little further and kisses his way towards the apex. He licks a long stripe along her slit before he delves his tongue into her folds the way he knows she likes it. He curls his tongue around and clit and she shudders involuntarily.
“Oh my God,” she moans, pushing his head deeper into her. Rachel lays beside Santana and pulls on her nipples with her teeth. He glances up and sees Rachel looking at him and he just has to kiss her. He pulls away from Santana’s clit and moves up to press his mouth against Rachel’s. Her tongue darts out and he loves that she enjoys the taste of Santana on his lips.
All of a sudden he feels hands pushing him onto his back and a warm mouth around his cock and he gasps against Rachel's mouths when he feels Santana swallow around his cock. Rachel sits back on her knees and he places a hand over her stomach to push her down until she’s leaning on her elbows with her knees spread apart. He inserts a finger into her hot pussy and she whimpers.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so wet,” he says sticking another in there. He starts off slowly but as her hips begin to buck, his fingers speed up until she’s screaming as she rides out an orgasm. He chuckles, “you were that fucking close, huh.”
He really doesn’t have much room to speak because Santana is fucking worshiping his cock right now and he’s trying to stave off an orgasm. He wants to fuck at least one of them tonight. He pushes her off of him and positions himself right behind her. Santana pushes her ass into the air because she knows what’s coming and Rachel hands him a condom. He doesn’t even know when she got it but he doesn’t actually care.
He rolls it on quickly and positions himself right at her entrance before pushing in hard, without preamble. She loves that shit. He pulls out until just the tip is inside and thrusts back in sharply. Santana gasps loudly and then pulls Rachel down with her thighs spread open. Puck establishes a fast rhythm and while he watches Santana suck on Rachel’s clit as her fingers thrust in and out of the smaller girl’s pussy, he realizes this is the hottest thing that might ever happen to him in his entire life. He starts rubbing frantic circles around Santana’s clit with the pad of his forefinger and he feels her start to grind against him each time her ass meets his hips.
Puck pulls out of her quickly and when she lifts her head to glare over her shoulder at him, he pulls Rachel to him so that Santana is now straddling her and he slowly pushes into her and fuck she’s so tight, he has to bite his lip from coming. He hikes one of her legs around his waist and pushes the other open wider so he can get deeper inside of her. She wraps one of her hands around Santana’s thigh and slips her fingers into the Latina’s wet pussy. He’s mesmerized by the way their bodies are moving together, their breasts rubbing, and by the sounds they’re making.
Santana comes on Rachel’s fingers first with a loud scream and she kisses Rachel hard, teasing her nipples with her free hand. Puck knows he’s really close and his hips lose the rhythm he set. She’s matching each one of his erratic thrusts and his name is rolling out of her mouth as if on repeat. He reaches a hand down and rubs her clit with his thumb in furious circles and he feels her tighten around him with one last shout the exact moment his orgasm pulses through his body. He thrusts a couple more times before he rests his head on Santana’s back, breathing heavily and not quite ready to pull out.
When he finally does, Rachel groans and clamps her legs shut. He disposes of the condom and comes back to the bed to see the two girls facing each other as they cuddle, legs tangled together. He slides up behind Rachel and nuzzles his face in her neck.
“This is never happening again, Puckerman,” Santana says, the sleepiness in her voice watering down her intent. He grunts in response and slips into unconsciousness.
…
After the completely sober, completely hot, and completely unexpected threesome with Rachel and Santana, Puck is even more fucked than before. He thinks about Rachel from morning until night and he wants her all the time. And, it’s like Santana fucking knows it. Whenever she catches him looking at Rachel, she becomes extra affectionate. There's absolutely no awkwardness between the three of them and they kind of just pretend it never happened. Which, normally would work for Puck but this time it doesn't because he can't forget it.
After a month, he decides he can’t take it any longer. He’s not above taking someone else’s girl. And at this point, not even if she’s Santana’s.
Their school is hosting some lame carnival on a Saturday afternoon and he knows that they will be there because one of Rachel’s numerous clubs is organizing it and she forced Santana into volunteering. He figures this is his golden opportunity to win her over by getting her a stuffed animal or some shit. Chicks dig that type of stuff, right? Besides he loves cotton candy. That shit is delicious.
When he gets to the football field where the carnival is he feels a little swell of pride because it looks pretty awesome and he knows Rachel was head of the decorating committee. It’s the only thing she’s talked about for the past month. He walks over to the booth with the cotton candy and sees Santana spinning the cardboard wand around the fluffy sugar.
“Lopez, gimme some cotton candy,” he shouts with a smirk. She glares at him but creates another stick of pink fluff for him.
“Puckerman, what are you doing here? I thought you said carnivals were gay?” She asks, crossing her arms.
“I have two missions to complete,” he says breaking off a piece of the candy and popping it into his mouth.
“And what would those be,” she asks, narrowing her eyes. He grins at her mischievously.
“I’m here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl,” he says popping another bit into his mouth, “Now that I’ve completed the first one, I gotta get started on the second.” Santana purses her lips and looks down at the counter.
“Actually, you’ve already done the second one,” she says.
“What are you talking about?” He asks genuinely confused. The last time he touched Rachel, Santana was present.
“This morning I wanted to surprise Rachel by going down on her to wake her up. She started moaning your fucking name. We broke up because I don’t play second fiddle to anyone. Especially not you,” her trademark glare returns to its rightful place but Puck’s mind is busy processing what she just said to care.
“Tough break, San,” he says with a sarcastic smirk. She rolls her eyes.
“Fuck you,” she says before her face softens, “just make sure you treat her right and don’t mess it up.” He winks and presses a quick kiss to her forehead before turning around to find his girl.
He spots her near the 50-yard line, painting a little girl’s cheek. She’s got a gold star painted on her own cheek and it’s so fucking adorable. When he gets to her table the girl hops up and he takes her place. Rachel looks surprised to see him but grabs her palette and paintbrush.
“What would you like, today?” She asks, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You,” he states simply. Might as well put it all out there.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to paint myself,” she says, laughing lightly.
“Rach, cut the crap. San told me what happened. I want to be with you and I know that’s what you want, too.” Her cheeks flush as she remembers her slip earlier.
“I don’t want to hurt her,” she says softly, glancing toward the stand where Santana is. She has her back to them. Probably because she knows she will be a topic of discussion.
“She understands. She’s a big girl and she’ll move on. But for me there is no getting over you. You’re like my fucking destiny so just be with me,” he says grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly.
“With the exception of the unfortunate expletive, that is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” She’s smiling brilliantly and he is so fucked it’s ridiculous. But at least he’s fucked in the best way possible.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Fem slash and smut
Word Count: 3, 050
Notes: This is my first time ever writing Fem slash and smut so I hope it's good. This was written for the puckrachel drabble meme for smc_27. Prompt: "I'm here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl."
One minute Puck is flirting with Rachel at her locker, pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear and the next Santana is hitting him and telling him to keep his hands off her girl. What the fuck? He looks at Rachel with a questioning expression and she smiles shyly at him.
“I’ve decided to explore my bi-curiosity. With Santana,” she says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. It might be the hottest, but not the most normal. Santana shoots him her usual bitchy smirk before sliding her arm around Rachel’s small waist.
“Wait, so you’re switching teams on me?” He asks incredulously, “Before I could even get to the promised land one last time?” His eyes flicker over her tight body and he groans inwardly. This cannot be happening. He was this close to getting under her little skirt again.
“Suck it, Puckerman,” Santana says walking away and dragging an apologetic looking Rachel behind her. He slams his palm against the locker before an idea comes to him. He calls out to them right before they reach the doors leading to the parking lot.
“Can I at least watch?” He shouts down the empty hallway. Santana pauses and bursts into laughter and Rachel looks around to make sure no one else is within hearing distance of this conversation.
“No, but you can put the image in your spank bank. Later,” she cackles before finally pushing through the doors. She and Rachel disappear behind the stream of sunlight and Puck runs a hand over the back of his Mohawk. This has got to be the craziest shit to ever happen. He never thought he’d see the day that Rachel Berry became a lesbian.
…
He figures they want to keep their little love affair a secret because nothing really changes. Sure, they sit next to each other in glee and are attached at the fucking hip but there’s nothing weird about that. Ever since they became friends a few months ago, they’ve been pretty inseparable.
He has noticed that now Rachel sings directly to Santana during her sickeningly lovey-dovey solos and the Latina sends her these flirty looks that she fucking knows are not clandestine. (Yeah, he actually studied for the SAT, screw you.)
Luckily, Coach Sylvester is trying to come back from forfeiting Nationals last year and is forcing the Cheerios to have mandatory two-a-days practices and Santana, Quinn, and Brittany, all back on the squad, have to haul ass as soon as glee is over.
He waits until everyone has left before he approaches Rachel as she’s putting her sheet music back in alphabetical order arranged by genre, artist, album, and song or some shit like that. He presses himself up against her and places his hands on her hips.
“You must be tired of all that scissoring by now,” he says low in her ear. She whirls around and steps away from his grasp with an indignant look on her face.
“Noah, I resent that you think my relationship with Santana is purely physical and founded on lust. I’ll have you know that I care for her deeply and she cares for me as well,” she states firmly with a raised eyebrow.
“You can’t blame me for thinking this is a little weird, Berry. How did this shit even start?” He asks, sitting down on the piano bench. She shrugs and sits next to him.
“I’m not exactly sure. San’s always made jokes of a sexual nature regarding our friendship and somewhere along the way they went from irritating to exciting, so I thought it would only be fair to try it.” She’s blushing and all he can think about is how cute she is. He’s so fucked.
“So, do you like having sex with chicks better?” He thinks it’s a fair question to ask.
“It’s different,” she says looking at her hands.
“Is she better than me?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“It’s different,” she states again.
“How is it different Berry? You either come hard or you don’t. If I remember correctly, two months ago I made you come so hard you were hitting a high F.” He’s starting to get irritated. He basically just wants her to tell him he’s the best she’s ever had but she’s not biting.
“San and I are in a committed relationship. You and I were drunk,” she says standing and gathering her things. He lightly grabs her wrist to stop her from leaving.
“Fuck, I’ve been trying to get with you since that night and then you go to bat for the other side.”
“Yes, you’ve been trying to get with me. Santana wants to be with me. There’s a difference.” She pulls away from him and marches out of the choir room with a determined step. Puck’s still sitting on the piano bench trying to decrypt her last statement, when Mr. Schue walks in to turn off the lights.
By the end of the first week, everyone in glee has put two and two together and they actually think it’s sweet. Which pisses Puck off more because he thought his teammates were smart enough to see how wrong this relationship is. Well, it’s mostly wrong because his dick and his right hand are becoming far too acquainted as images of Santana and Berry float through his mind.
…
The first time he sees them kiss, he legit battles between wanting to break it up and wanting to join. It’s a total mindfuck.
They’re at a party at Santana’s house and he’s walking into the kitchen to make himself a drink when he sees Rachel backed up against the counter, looking up at Santana from under her lashes and he gets half hard from that look. He knows what that look means. He stops in the doorway because he needs to see what happens next.
Santana presses herself against the smaller brunette and roughly claims her lips, sucking on her bottom one lightly. He hears Rachel whimper and watches as she grinds her hips against Santana’s thigh and slides her hands just above the taller girl’s ass. They’re both wearing tiny jean shorts and looking at their long, tanned legs interlocked is almost too much for him to handle before he’s in danger of arriving early. And he’s a fucking stud.
He’s got his eyes closed, trying to regain his composure, and when he opens them again, the two girls are apart and giggling at him. Rachel’s eyes trail down to the bulge in his jeans and she bites her lip. He groans audibly and right now a threesome is the only thing he can think about. Rachel looks at her girlfriend questioningly and she responds with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Looks like it’s your lucky night, Puck. You’re invited to a one-night showing,” Santana says brushing past him on her way to the stairs. He’s staring behind her, his mouth gaping open a little until he feels Rachel’s little hands pushing him forward. He glances back at her and she’s wearing that sexy expression she gets when she’s really turned on. He immediately gets his ass in gear and practically runs up to Santana’s room.
When he and Rachel reach the bedroom, Santana’s pulling her shirt over her head and she tosses it to the side. She walks over to Puck and places her hand on the back of his neck, bringing him down to kiss her fiercely. He feels Rachel pressing herself against his back and he honestly can’t believe this is happening. Her hands are running along his abdomen, under his shirt, and his muscles are flexing from how amazing she feels.
Santana pulls away and helps Rachel lift his shirt over his head. He kneads the Latina’s breasts over her red satin bra and she starts licking along his collarbone while Rachel’s placing little wet kisses over his back and he decides everyone is wearing too much clothing.
“Okay, both of you need to be naked, like, right now,” he says. Santana smirks and reaches down to unzip her shorts. As she begins pulling them down, Puck realizes she’s not wearing any panties and groans, “Fuck, San.”
He spins around to see Rachel unclasping her bra and he pulls it off of her and dips his head to suck on an already pebbled nipple while his hand works the other breast. She’s making these little gasping sounds and he’s so happy he’s sober this time because he never wants to forget what she sounds like.
He pulls back and kisses her lips, teasing her lightly with his tongue as his hands squeeze her perfectly round ass. She moans into his mouth and places her hands on the waistband of his jeans, slipping her fingers in and unbuttoning them. He moves her hands away and pushes them down before stepping out of them. Santana clears her throat loudly behind him and he chuckles as he turns around.
She’s laying on the bed with her legs spread and two fingers slowly working in and out of her pussy. Her eyes are dark and are trained on him and she lowers her hips over her fingers. He walks over towards her and she stills her movements to move up towards the center of the bed. Puck gets on his knees, looming over her and skims his hands over her hips and down her thighs until he’s holding her just under her knees. He parts her thighs a little further and kisses his way towards the apex. He licks a long stripe along her slit before he delves his tongue into her folds the way he knows she likes it. He curls his tongue around and clit and she shudders involuntarily.
“Oh my God,” she moans, pushing his head deeper into her. Rachel lays beside Santana and pulls on her nipples with her teeth. He glances up and sees Rachel looking at him and he just has to kiss her. He pulls away from Santana’s clit and moves up to press his mouth against Rachel’s. Her tongue darts out and he loves that she enjoys the taste of Santana on his lips.
All of a sudden he feels hands pushing him onto his back and a warm mouth around his cock and he gasps against Rachel's mouths when he feels Santana swallow around his cock. Rachel sits back on her knees and he places a hand over her stomach to push her down until she’s leaning on her elbows with her knees spread apart. He inserts a finger into her hot pussy and she whimpers.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so wet,” he says sticking another in there. He starts off slowly but as her hips begin to buck, his fingers speed up until she’s screaming as she rides out an orgasm. He chuckles, “you were that fucking close, huh.”
He really doesn’t have much room to speak because Santana is fucking worshiping his cock right now and he’s trying to stave off an orgasm. He wants to fuck at least one of them tonight. He pushes her off of him and positions himself right behind her. Santana pushes her ass into the air because she knows what’s coming and Rachel hands him a condom. He doesn’t even know when she got it but he doesn’t actually care.
He rolls it on quickly and positions himself right at her entrance before pushing in hard, without preamble. She loves that shit. He pulls out until just the tip is inside and thrusts back in sharply. Santana gasps loudly and then pulls Rachel down with her thighs spread open. Puck establishes a fast rhythm and while he watches Santana suck on Rachel’s clit as her fingers thrust in and out of the smaller girl’s pussy, he realizes this is the hottest thing that might ever happen to him in his entire life. He starts rubbing frantic circles around Santana’s clit with the pad of his forefinger and he feels her start to grind against him each time her ass meets his hips.
Puck pulls out of her quickly and when she lifts her head to glare over her shoulder at him, he pulls Rachel to him so that Santana is now straddling her and he slowly pushes into her and fuck she’s so tight, he has to bite his lip from coming. He hikes one of her legs around his waist and pushes the other open wider so he can get deeper inside of her. She wraps one of her hands around Santana’s thigh and slips her fingers into the Latina’s wet pussy. He’s mesmerized by the way their bodies are moving together, their breasts rubbing, and by the sounds they’re making.
Santana comes on Rachel’s fingers first with a loud scream and she kisses Rachel hard, teasing her nipples with her free hand. Puck knows he’s really close and his hips lose the rhythm he set. She’s matching each one of his erratic thrusts and his name is rolling out of her mouth as if on repeat. He reaches a hand down and rubs her clit with his thumb in furious circles and he feels her tighten around him with one last shout the exact moment his orgasm pulses through his body. He thrusts a couple more times before he rests his head on Santana’s back, breathing heavily and not quite ready to pull out.
When he finally does, Rachel groans and clamps her legs shut. He disposes of the condom and comes back to the bed to see the two girls facing each other as they cuddle, legs tangled together. He slides up behind Rachel and nuzzles his face in her neck.
“This is never happening again, Puckerman,” Santana says, the sleepiness in her voice watering down her intent. He grunts in response and slips into unconsciousness.
…
After the completely sober, completely hot, and completely unexpected threesome with Rachel and Santana, Puck is even more fucked than before. He thinks about Rachel from morning until night and he wants her all the time. And, it’s like Santana fucking knows it. Whenever she catches him looking at Rachel, she becomes extra affectionate. There's absolutely no awkwardness between the three of them and they kind of just pretend it never happened. Which, normally would work for Puck but this time it doesn't because he can't forget it.
After a month, he decides he can’t take it any longer. He’s not above taking someone else’s girl. And at this point, not even if she’s Santana’s.
Their school is hosting some lame carnival on a Saturday afternoon and he knows that they will be there because one of Rachel’s numerous clubs is organizing it and she forced Santana into volunteering. He figures this is his golden opportunity to win her over by getting her a stuffed animal or some shit. Chicks dig that type of stuff, right? Besides he loves cotton candy. That shit is delicious.
When he gets to the football field where the carnival is he feels a little swell of pride because it looks pretty awesome and he knows Rachel was head of the decorating committee. It’s the only thing she’s talked about for the past month. He walks over to the booth with the cotton candy and sees Santana spinning the cardboard wand around the fluffy sugar.
“Lopez, gimme some cotton candy,” he shouts with a smirk. She glares at him but creates another stick of pink fluff for him.
“Puckerman, what are you doing here? I thought you said carnivals were gay?” She asks, crossing her arms.
“I have two missions to complete,” he says breaking off a piece of the candy and popping it into his mouth.
“And what would those be,” she asks, narrowing her eyes. He grins at her mischievously.
“I’m here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl,” he says popping another bit into his mouth, “Now that I’ve completed the first one, I gotta get started on the second.” Santana purses her lips and looks down at the counter.
“Actually, you’ve already done the second one,” she says.
“What are you talking about?” He asks genuinely confused. The last time he touched Rachel, Santana was present.
“This morning I wanted to surprise Rachel by going down on her to wake her up. She started moaning your fucking name. We broke up because I don’t play second fiddle to anyone. Especially not you,” her trademark glare returns to its rightful place but Puck’s mind is busy processing what she just said to care.
“Tough break, San,” he says with a sarcastic smirk. She rolls her eyes.
“Fuck you,” she says before her face softens, “just make sure you treat her right and don’t mess it up.” He winks and presses a quick kiss to her forehead before turning around to find his girl.
He spots her near the 50-yard line, painting a little girl’s cheek. She’s got a gold star painted on her own cheek and it’s so fucking adorable. When he gets to her table the girl hops up and he takes her place. Rachel looks surprised to see him but grabs her palette and paintbrush.
“What would you like, today?” She asks, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You,” he states simply. Might as well put it all out there.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to paint myself,” she says, laughing lightly.
“Rach, cut the crap. San told me what happened. I want to be with you and I know that’s what you want, too.” Her cheeks flush as she remembers her slip earlier.
“I don’t want to hurt her,” she says softly, glancing toward the stand where Santana is. She has her back to them. Probably because she knows she will be a topic of discussion.
“She understands. She’s a big girl and she’ll move on. But for me there is no getting over you. You’re like my fucking destiny so just be with me,” he says grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly.
“With the exception of the unfortunate expletive, that is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” She’s smiling brilliantly and he is so fucked it’s ridiculous. But at least he’s fucked in the best way possible.