The princess and the player

10

'What are you thinking so hard about?' Santana scoffed.

They were sitting in Spanish class and the blonde was staring into space. 'N-Nothing.'

'You suck at lying.' Santana told her. The Latina followed the blondes gaze and realised that she was looking at Puck. 'Oh my god are you day dreaming about having sex with Puckerman?'

'No!' Quinn exclaimed. Santana gave her a pointed look.

'Q, we have been bestfriends since we were four. I know when your not telling me something.'

The blonde quickly looked around to make sure no one was listening and she moved closer to the girl. 'I slept with Puck after the football game last Friday.'

'No. Fucking. Way.' Santana exclaimed slowly.

'And I want to again.' She blurted out.

'You have a crush on Noah Puckerman.'

'No I don't!' She denied. 'I just- It's complicated.'

'No it isn't.' Santana begins. 'You want to screw him.'

Quinn bit her lip. 'I don't know what to do.'

'Do what makes you happy.' Santana said with a small smile.

—-

'You came.' Puck stated with a smile as he opened the door and saw Quinn there.

She smiled. 'Lucky you.' The blonde stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. Puck pressed her back into the back of the wall.

'So, are we doing this?' He asked lowly.

Instead of replying Quinn pulled his neck down and connected their lips. Puck quickly kisses back.

'We're doing this.' She said against his lips when they pull away for air.

'Before we do this I have to tell you something.'

'Okay.' She nodded slowly.

'I'm not a nice guy.' Puck said, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

She smirked. 'You're in luck.' She began taking a hold of his hand. 'Because I'm not a very nice girl.' And with that she lead him upstairs.

—-

'I need to go home.' She tells him as she laying on his chest and he's stroking her hair.

'You should be at home, in your own bed. But you're not. You're here, so you might as well stay.'

She smiled. 'You're a bad influence.' She says sitting up and leaning on her arm.

'I pre warned you about that.'

'I know. I'm not complaining.' She says settling back into his side. 'We should have rules.'

'You're turning something super hot into homework.' He teases.

'I'm being serious.' She laughed, sitting up to face him once more. 'We need rules and boundaries.'

'Later.' He said attaching their lips.

The rules could definitely wait.