Puck knew no one would believe that his best friend was Quinn Fabray just as much as they would believe that his step-sister was Santana Lopez. Neither were things anyone wanted to admit.

So, side-stepping the truth became how things were. High school was normal, Puck hanging with Quinn after school and Santana at home, and, somehow, it all worked out.

…Even more, it became incredibly worth it when he found out that Quinn was hopelessly in love with his sister.

He stared at her. “Santana?”

Quinn sighed, nodding.

“Whoah,” Puck repeated, “She totally has the hots for you too!”

Running his hands through his long mohawk bangs, Puck sucked in a deep breath. He could barely be patient enough for Santana to get off work - how did the universe expect him to be patient enough to wait for dinner? “San,” he pushed open the shower curtain, automatically sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her into him, “Marry me.”

Her mouth dropping open, Santana rubbed at her eyes, trying to get  the shampoo and conditioner out of them. “Puck?”

“Marry me.” Pressing his lips to her cheek, Puck dropped to his knee, kissing her stomach.

Santana’s hands scrabbled at his shoulders. But as soon as her eyes cleared, she stared down at him. “Puck,” she gasped, dropping to her own knees to match his level, “You’re being fucking crazy.”

He smirked at her. “Marry me.”

Her mouth opening again, she closed it a second later. “Puck…?”

He kissed her. 

Laughing, shaking her head, Santana kissed him back. “You fucker. Yes. Yes.”

lovecanbesostrange replied to your post: So I just found this in my odds n’ ends file, and I’m sorry, but it makes me laugh. XD

It’s your prompt, actually. :D

And, because you asked so… Nicely… Here:

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.

It was Puck who swung first, reacting to Sam’s push against his chest.

Stumbling back, his hand coming up to his jaw, Sam almost immediately lunged forward in retaliation.

“Whoah whoah whoah!” Santana shouted, pushing in between the two grappling boys, “Honeys! While Auntie ‘Tana may enjoy some male posturing, broken jaws are not attractive.”

“He started it,” Sam growled, stopping trying to continue forward.

Puck, however, tried again. “She was my girl before you!”

“Like monogamy means anything to you!”

“Shut up!” Santana snapped, “My body, my choice. And Sammy?” She shook her head, “I’m sorry, but you lose.”

“So I hear you and my baby momma are hooking up.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Santana replied dryly, not stopping filing her nails.

“Why do you think I asked?” Smirking, Puck ran his hand over his mohawk as he leaned back in his chair, “I never would have thought.”

Blowing on her nails, Santana gave him a slanted look. “What? That she’d trade up from a man-boy and, well, you?”

Puck rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re my lesbro,” he grinned, then wiggled his fingers. “How’d you manage it? I thought she was strictly dick.”

Santana smirked. “Yeah, no.”

Rachel and Puck were sitting on Puck’s bed, completely focused on the game of Halo they were playing when Santana suddenly walked in front of them in the process of stripping off her tank top. Instantly both dying as their eyes followed Santana over to her Cheerios bag, bending down to pull out a new change of clothing, Puck and Rachel shamelessly stared at her.

“I still can’t believe you get to see this every day,” Puck whispered, leaning closer to Rachel.

Rachel slowly nodded. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to getting to see her…” she whispered back.

(I find it interesting how often I’ll forget what I’ve written. Sometimes it’s a happy surprise. Other times, not so much… This one? Mostly an amusing surprise. XD)

• Pezberry: 7 1/3
• Puckleberrypez: 2 1/3
• Santinchel: 4
• and
• Samchelpez: 3 1/3

Wow. For a while there, I thought Santinchel was going to win. But nope, Pezberry whipped into first place. That’s not boring, but it is a little disappointing. But it’s okay. I loves me my Pezberry! :D

So! This is what’s going to happen.

I will write one-shots in this order:

1. Pezberry
2. Santinchel
3. Samchelpez
4. Puckleberrypez

Let the writing commence!

• Pezberry
• Puckleberrypez
• Santinchel
• or
• Samchelpez

I already have plots. I just don’t know which to write first.

Note: this will be open until I get done with something else, so, maybe two hours? At least until 11:30. Then, depending, I’ll either delete or close. Thanks!

Now Closed! Pezberry won. :D

Well, about time for me to go see Brave now and run some errands. So, see ya’ll later, send me some Puckleberrypez prompts because no one has (oh what the hell, I only have one Puckleberry prompt in my ask box anyway, so go ahead and send me straight up Puckleberry prompts, too), and I’ll be back, ready to do some writing, all night long. Happy Saturday, everyone!