Luke POV

I was standing at my locker, getting out my AP United States History textbook out.

"Hey, sorry about blowing up. About you and, you know Santana." Puck said, leaning against the locker beside mine.

"I'd do the same thing, so, I guess we're cool." I sighed, walking with Puck to my next class.

"Dude, so our parents are gonna be out of town. You haven't partied until you've partied with the Puckster. You in?"

"I guess, who's gonna be there?"

"Just the Glee Club, and a couple Cheerios."

"What'd those desperate freshmen bribe you with?"

"Unlimited touching," Puck said, with a grin on his face.

"Bro, you're a perv." I said, walking into my class.

"You and Puck buddy buddy again?" Quinn asked as I sat down,

"Yeah, you talk to Rachel?"

"Not really." Quinn sighed,

"You goin' to Puck's party?" I ask, flipping to page 159.

"I was thinking about it. I'm not too sure."

"You should, I'll pick you up before the party."

"You sure?"

"C'mon Fabray, have some fun." I said, lightly shoving her.

"Alright,"

Luke: im here u ready

Q: yeah. my parents think ur my bf play along?

Luke: no prob.

I knocked on the door, and Quinn answered. "Just try to get in and out."

"Hi, I'm Luke." I said, shaking Quinn's dad's hand.

"Russel Fabray," He said, dropping my hand.

"Quinn, you look beautiful." I said, smiling at her.

She was wearing a blue and white sundress with a blue cardigan. When she didn't have her hair in a high pony, orders of Sue, she usually had it curled.

"Thanks Luke," Quinn pecked my cheek,

"Where are you two going?" Quinn's mom asked,

"We're just going to hang out with some friends," Quinn said,

"Luke, what's your last name? Do I know your parents?" Mr. Fabray asked,

"Corcoran, you don't know my birth parents, but you might know my adoptive parents."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your parent?" Mrs. Fabray asked,

"Well, a couple years after we moved to America, my mum died in a car accident. I never really knew my dad."

"You seem like a nice boy, have Quinn back by 11." Mr. Fabray said,

"Dad, I was going to sleep over at Brittany's,"

"Alright, be safe." Mrs. Fabray said, shooing us out.

"I'm sorry about that, they can be a little - annoying." Quinn said,

"I take it you haven't told them yet," I said, pulling out of Quinn's driveway.

Quinn snorted," God no, they'd murder me and send me to straight camp."

"Lovely parents, huh?"

"The best," Quinn laughed,

"Lukester, you got the beer?" Puck asked, as I got out of the car.

"Better," I said, pulling out a brown bag from my trunk.

Quinn got out, and walked in.

"You got the Ice Queen to come? Nice." Puck said, grabbing the second brown bag.

"Don't call her that man," I said, kicking the door open.

"A bottle of vodka, two six packs of Budweiser and three bottles of scotch." Puck said, placing everything on the beer table.

"Your welcome," I said, grabbing a can of beer. "Where's Santana?"

"Dancing," Puck answered,

I tried to scoot my way through the crowd dancing, and was stopped.

"You're Luke right?" A blonde girl asked,

"Last time I checked I was, so I guess I am." I said, trying to push past them.

"I'm Candy, that's Emily." The red head next to her said,

"It's been nice, but I gotta go." I said, bumping into Mike.

"What's up Luke." Mike said, high fiving me.

"Dude, do you know where Santana is?" I asked, kind of panicking. These two annoying freshmen wouldn't leave me alone.

"Somewhere over here," Mike yelled over the music.

"Did we mention we're Cheerios?" They said, as I took another sip of my beer.

"My girlfriend's a Cheerio." I stated, leaving the two girls.

"Lukey!" Santana said, moving seductively against me.

My body got more into it as the song went on, "San, you're so freakin' hot."

Santana slid down, and came up, with her hand raking up my shirt. "You should wear shirts like this more."

I took a sip of my beer, and Santana stole it. She drank the rest of it, and threw it at some guy's head.

Santana had probably the tightest shirt she could possibly find on, and my leather jacket.

"SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Puck yelled, and a couple people got around him.

"C'mon babe," Santana said, pulling me towards them.

When those two annoying freshmen saw us, they kinda flocked towards us.

"Quinnie! Are you playing?" Rachel slurred,

"Sure Rachel," Quinn sighed, sitting next to Rachel.

"Quinn, watch out for her. She never really handles alcohol well." I said, warning Quinn.

"Quinnie, can I have a kissy?" Rachel said, puckering her lips.

"I see," Quinn kissed Rachel on the cheek.

Rachel's face fell," Doesn't count."

"Maybe later," Quinn smiled, secretly giving me a thumbs up.

I spun the bottle first, and it landed Candy. One of the annoying freshman.

"San, babe I'm sorry," I said, pecking Santana's lips.

Candy smiled widely," I hope I live up to your expectations,"

"You're not my girlfriend, so you aren't doing too well." I smirked, leaning in to kiss her.

She pulled me by my collar, and tried to stick her tongue in my mouth. I kept my lips closed because the only tongue I want in my mouth is Santana's.

"Hey! Lovergirl! I ownz those lips. So step off." Santana said, pulling me away from her.

"Sorry, he's kinda irresistable." Candy mock apologized.

" 'Tana, babe you know I love you and only you. Right?" I asked, as she settled back into my lap.

"Yeah, just, your lips belong to me. And so does your-" Santana began,

"Can we like maybe, get back to the game?" Puck asked,

"I'm not playing," I said, going to Santana's bathroom.

She had some Listerine in there, and I planned on kissing her.

I walked back downstairs, and found Sam and Santana kissing.

All I saw was red.

I ripped Sam off and punched him right in the stomach. Sam was flailing and kicking, and he landed one on my arm.

"What the hell man?" Sam asked,

"Why were you kissing my girlfriend?" I yelled,

Sam smirked," Ask her,"

" 'Tana, c'mon, please tell me?" I said, my voice slowly lowering.

"Luke, can we go up to my room?" Santana asked softly, grabbing my hand.

"H-he threatened to out Quinn?" I asked, sitting on the edge of Santana's bed.

"Pretty much," Santana said,

"And he thought I hated him already," I chuckled darkly, "Dude is dead."

Santana straddled me and looked down at me. "I love you,"

"I love you too. Really though." I said, holding her waist.

She held my head up to look at her.

"You're the first person I've caught feelings for. And, I kinda like it."