• San: Don't worry Q, they're just friends!
• Q: You didn't see them San...like...I don't know. But thanks. How are you San? Anything new with Puckerman?
• San: You want me to talk to him? And he's good, haven't seen him in a while hopefully I will soon.

• San: Nice kid! Why do you think that?
• Q: I don't know...I think they just clicked. And she seems really fond of him.
• San: Don't worry Q, they're just friends!

• San: For you? I think I might have to approve. Steady job, right?
• Q: No just in general...have you ever talked to him?
• Q: I think he likes Rachel...
• San: Nice kid! Why do you think that?

• San: Big mouth kinda?
• Q: Yes. But your guy is an ass. Seriously, what do you think of him?
• San: For you? I think I might have to approve. Steady job, right?

• San: What is it? Are you okay?
• Q: Yes! Of course. Have you met the new kid Sam?
• San: Big mouth kinda?

• Q: San...I need to talk to you.
• San: What is it? Are you okay?

soldato-puckerman:

He glanced over at the drunken idiot and shrugged. “Screw ‘em. You know you love havin’ me here.” He told her, a cocky smirk on his face. Puck licked his lips as she pushed up against him and then chuckled when she told him she could ‘handle herself’. He rolled his eyes. “Course you can, darlin’. It completely explains why you still got guys like that puttin’ their mitts all over you.” He nodded towards the guy, shooting him a foul look and watching as he shuffled off in a drunken blurr.

Puck glanced over at his guys, who were getting cozy with a few of the other waitresses and shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, I brought my… friends.” He watched her look over at them and then reached out and brushed his thumb against her lower lip. “Don’t bite so hard on that lip of yours. You’ll hurt yourself…” He smirked, and leaned towards her - whispering in her ear. “You won’t figure it out, toots.” Puck told her, confidently. How would she piece together, just by him bringing his ‘friends’ around, that he was a soldier with the mafia? That he was one of the boss’ favorite nephew’s? She wouldn’t. And he was fine with keeping it that way.

Santana firmly but almost playfully swatted his hand away from his lips. He was right, she couldn’t figure this one out, yet. Santana Lopez was not one to give up so easily. When he leaned foward to whisper in her ear she could smell his aftershave with a hit of mint and cigars. She let out a small hum hoping he didn’t hear it. She arched her eyebrow and gave him a small smirk. “Don’t underestimate me Puckerman.” Santana practically purred in his ear, her voice steady and calm. “You’re far too handsome and I’d hate to see you make that mistake.”

Santana strutted over to the coat hanger and grabbed her black cardigan and slid on a black high waisted skirt over her corset. The latina kept her eye on Puck as she transformed her outfit into street-wear. She wished the girls a goodnight, after taking a sip of one of their drinks, and blowing them a kiss. She winked at Puck and walked towards the door, only stopping to turn to him and call out in her sultry voice, “You coming, or what?”    

soldato-puckerman:

Puck watched Santana finish off her performance then turn to her coworkers, and he turned to his to ‘co-workers’ to discuss the game plan for the night - like who was staying and who’d hop a ride with him when the time came. He’d barely noticed the sound of heels getting closer to him, but when he heard them more clearly, he looked to see Santana coming towards him. Puck turned, and greeted her with a smirk before she pushed him. He laughed lightly as he allowed his back to touch the wall. He opened his mouth to speak to her when some guy came up being an ass. The smirk on his face quickly dropped as he moved past Santana and grabbed the guy by his shirt, slamming him against the wall. His ‘co-workers’ immediately moved forward slightly, slipping their hands into their coat pockets or reaching towards their waists. “Touch her again and your ass is dead. Capiche?” He threatened, his voice low and menacing. He shot a look to his guys, letting him know all was well before pulling the drunk bastard off the wall and pushing him away from them all.

He turned his attention back to Santana, his face still screwed up in anger for a moment before relaxing and replacing it with a smirk. “You were good up there. No idea why you wouldn’t want me here.” He glanced towards where he pushed the drunken guy and moved in closer to Santana, “Do me a favor though, alright? Anytime you get costumers like that - gimme a call. I’ll take care of ‘em.”

 Santana smirked approvingly as she watched the scene play out in front of her. She thought Puck was hot before but this made him 10 times hotter. By the the way his friends reacted to his every move she could tell that he commanded attention and respect. And sue her, chivalry was still sexy to her and all her days working here no one had stood up for her like that. “I was great, that’s not why I didn’t want you here.” She paused gesturing to the drunken man who was now nursing a gin and tonix after being put in his place by Puck. “That’s why.”

Santana stepped foward so that her body was pretty much against Puck’sand her nose was practically brushes his. “Why thanks for the offer Sir…” She said innocently, batting her long, stunning eyelashes. She placed her hand on his upper bicep. She had the damsel in distress act down but her smile turned from sugary sweet to sassy. “But I can handle myself.” She stepped back, removing her her hand from his arm. “So I see you brought your friends.” Santana really didn’t know what to call them so she looked them up and down, biting her lip, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.