It’s your prompt, actually. :D
Managing a smile towards Puck’s mother, Rachel waits for her to go back to the television before opening Puck’s bedroom door, not bothering to knock or announce her presence beforehand. “Puck,” she sniffles loudly, tears already squeezing out of her eyes again, “I need yo-u?”
And, “Fuck,” Santana is yelling, rolling off of Puck and pulling the nearest bed sheet up to cover her chest and body, one tan leg sticking out from underneath it.
“Hey, what – ?” Sitting up, his naked body seared forever into Rachel’s mind before she slams her eyes shut, Puck groans. “Please tell me that need is physical, because I’m now fuckin’ blue ballin’ over here.”
Rachel raises her hands in front of her face. “I-I’m sorry,” she manages, feeling her face getting hotter and more filled with pressure as mortified tears join her heartbroken ones, “But your… Your mother let me in…”
“Yeah, like she’d fuckin’ know I was here,” Santana snaps at her, “And, what the fuck are you doing here? Get lost on your way back to your shire?”
There’s rustling of sheets, and suddenly two warm hands are clapped on Rachel’s shoulders, and she shrieks, jumping. “I’m a virgin and determined to stay one,” she babbles out.
Obviously, it’s not finished yet.