It wasn’t his intention, but Puck found himself looking for Santana from the minute he set foot in the house. It was the typical house party, the alcohol was pouring, the music was blasting, and the rooms upstairs were full of teenagers who were too horny to wait until after the party to fuck someone. Puck was usually responsible for all three things, but tonight he was laying low. He turned down all the offers he had from chick who wanted to sneak upstairs, his eyes only on one prize.
Of course there was the chance that Trouty did make it to the party, but he was still banking on Santana telling him that Sam had to spend some time with his family. He was banking on getting his best friend to himself and when he got confirmation that the Latina was indeed alone, he was on the prowl.
It made sense he found her in the kitchen, hogging the bottle of Jack and smoking a blunt. She was as hot as ever in her tight red dress and and dangerously alone. While he didn’t celebrate Christmas, he knew the traditions and he knew that getting her under a mistletoe was the only way he was going to get her to kiss him openly at a party. All he had to do was get her under one. “Hey, San. Come here. I gotta show you something.”
She might have rolled her eyes but eventually she met him and he wasted no time pointing up to the holiday plant and smirking. “It’s Christmas tradition, babe. You can’t turn me down.”
Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe!