Conquering Noah Puckerman
Title: Conquering Noah Puckerman | Prologue
Author: NoisyWallflower
Rating: PG
Timeline: vague - sometime after everyone finds out that Puck is Quinn’s baby-daddy
Summary: Santana is tired of being played
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters. I am not making any profit off of this fic.
Warning: None
It was an ordinary day at William McKinley High. The glee kids were warming up with their scales and arpeggios and all was well. That is, unless you counted Santana Lopez. The scowling Latina Cheerio sat silently in the back of the room with Brittany seated next to her. Her brown eyes were narrowed and focused on a certain Noah Puckerman. Just the night before he’d been saying how much he wanted her and only her, but now, in plain sight, his hand was resting on Quinn Fabray’s sizable baby bump. Santana couldn’t read minds, but Puck looked smitten for Quinn in that moment.
“I don’t think he knows what he wants.” Santana muttered to Brittany. Brittany shook her head as if she was disappointed in Puck. She leaned closer to Santana so as to not be heard by the other glee kids.
“It’s like... Late at night, when you want a snack, and you can’t choose between dill pickles or Lucky Charms.” Santana looked a little bit puzzled, but nodded and went along with Brittany’s analogy.
“You’re Lucky Charms.” Brittany added quickly as if the clarification would ease the situation.
“He thinks that he’s in charge.” Santana said, mostly to herself, trying to break down and analyze her problem with Puck. “I think I have to show him who wears the pants.” Santana looked more determined than ever, but Brittany’s eyes were glazed over with confusion.
“He’s wearing pants.” Brittany mumbled. Santana only smiled, giving Brittany’s hand a small squeeze. They shared a quick glance and then Santana’s eyes were back on Puck.
“B...?” Brittany looked up having heard the abbreviated nickname. “Are you free tonight?” Santana tilted her head with an inquisitive look playing on her face.
“Yeah,”
“Good,” Santana’s smile had taken a turn for the mischievous, now. “I’m going to need your help with something.” She gave Brittany’s hand another quick squeeze and joined in with the others in their singing.
Author: NoisyWallflower
Rating: PG
Timeline: vague - sometime after everyone finds out that Puck is Quinn’s baby-daddy
Summary: Santana is tired of being played
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters. I am not making any profit off of this fic.
Warning: None
It was an ordinary day at William McKinley High. The glee kids were warming up with their scales and arpeggios and all was well. That is, unless you counted Santana Lopez. The scowling Latina Cheerio sat silently in the back of the room with Brittany seated next to her. Her brown eyes were narrowed and focused on a certain Noah Puckerman. Just the night before he’d been saying how much he wanted her and only her, but now, in plain sight, his hand was resting on Quinn Fabray’s sizable baby bump. Santana couldn’t read minds, but Puck looked smitten for Quinn in that moment.
“I don’t think he knows what he wants.” Santana muttered to Brittany. Brittany shook her head as if she was disappointed in Puck. She leaned closer to Santana so as to not be heard by the other glee kids.
“It’s like... Late at night, when you want a snack, and you can’t choose between dill pickles or Lucky Charms.” Santana looked a little bit puzzled, but nodded and went along with Brittany’s analogy.
“You’re Lucky Charms.” Brittany added quickly as if the clarification would ease the situation.
“He thinks that he’s in charge.” Santana said, mostly to herself, trying to break down and analyze her problem with Puck. “I think I have to show him who wears the pants.” Santana looked more determined than ever, but Brittany’s eyes were glazed over with confusion.
“He’s wearing pants.” Brittany mumbled. Santana only smiled, giving Brittany’s hand a small squeeze. They shared a quick glance and then Santana’s eyes were back on Puck.
“B...?” Brittany looked up having heard the abbreviated nickname. “Are you free tonight?” Santana tilted her head with an inquisitive look playing on her face.
“Yeah,”
“Good,” Santana’s smile had taken a turn for the mischievous, now. “I’m going to need your help with something.” She gave Brittany’s hand another quick squeeze and joined in with the others in their singing.