#daddypuckster

Santana was frustrated. She had picked out the perfect outfit, did her hair, made sure her nails were perfect - now she had nowhere to go. Mateo cried to be fed the second she grabbed her purse to walk out the door. Rather than try and go into Puck's room to get him to feed Mateo, Santana grabbed him out of the crib and sat down in the rocking chair in her room. She unzipped her dress enough to get her breast out and waited for Mateo to latch on. Letting out a sigh, she started rocking gently.

Puck Wasn't one who got dressed up on a regular basis but when he had the chance, he did clean up nicely. He was checking his outfit out making sure it looked nice before stepping out, If he was going to pick up a future date he needed to look his best. As he stepped out of the room, He called for Santana "Hey, Momma. You ready yet?"

Santana looked up at the door when she heard Puck calling for her. "You go ahead," she called out. Her thumb rubbed over Mateo's head as he ate. This was going to be a long night, she could already tell.

Puck walked down to the room that Santana shared with their kid and stopped suddenly as he stepped in the room. "Am I interrupting something?" He asked as he tried not to stare at her exposed body. "I can wait for you if you like."

Santana rolled her eyes. "It's nothing you haven't seen before," she laughed. "And anything offensive is being covered by your child's mouth. You're fine." She shifted a little in her seat and rested her head back against the chair. "You don't need to wait for me. I thought we'd be able to step out for at least a little bit but the girl who said she'd come babysit never came and now he's hungry and you know it takes forever for him to go to sleep when he's cranky." Santana shrugged. "One of us should have fun tonight."

Puck huffed at the latina sitting in front of him. "I have heard you talk about breast feeding before but that doesnt mean I actually want to watch you do it". He chuckled for a second before leaning back against the wall. "Believe it or not, I can have just as much fun, if not more sitting in the house with the two of you."

Santana stared at Puck for a moment. It was something she often found herself doing. How did they end up in this situation? "You know, normally we're already trashed and finding someone to bring home. This is the first time I've been sober on New Year's Eve in ​years​." Santana chuckled and looked down at Mateo. "You don't have to be sober, though. And I know that you were probably looking forward to getting lucky. We'll be alright." She gave her son a small smile before looking back up at his father, her closest and oldest friend in the world.

Puck ran his hand through his hair as he thought about it for a second. "Normally, we would be trashed by this point but there's more to life than drinking sometimes. As much as I might not show it at times, I have learned a few things from having a kid." He had to stop and think for a second as she chuckled " Thinking about it, It's my first year sober as well." He started to move away from the wall, slowly walking towards her. "It's not a big deal, San. I can go out any day. It'll be a nice family moment to spend with Mateo tonight...even if he never has any memory of it."

Santana "Sometimes." Never in a million years would she ever think Noah Puckerman would pass up an opportunity to go out drinking and bring a girl back to his bed. It just wasn't what he chose to do. Then again, it wasn't what she usually chose to do either. They were pretty much the same person in that aspect. It was much easier to get drunk and find a bed buddy than actually deal with anything. "That means a lot, Puckerman." When she looked back down, she saw that Mateo had fallen asleep. She was so used to him nursing now that she hadn't even noticed that he stopped suckling. Santana quickly pulled away from her son and tried to pull her dress back up over herself before Puck ran out of the room screaming. "When did we turn into boring old people?" She looked up at Puck and smiled, continuing the rock the baby.

Puck smiled gently down at her "Mateo means alot and by proxy so do you. I mean you like my best friend so I wouldnt want to spend the night with anyone else" He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, Since he wasn't going out there was no need to be dressed up. "We turned into old people that moment this screaming pooping bundle of joy came into this world" He said it with a smile as he thought of all the times that he hated changing Mateo's diapers.

Santana laughed. "Gee, thanks. I only matter by proxy." She stuck her tongue out at him and shook her head. Santana stood up and walked Mateo over to his crib. "I still can't believe this is happening." She watched him for a minute before moving over and sitting on her bed. Santana reached down to take off her shoes. "Might as well get comfortable. What do you want to do?" Grabbing the remote, she turned on the New Year's Eve special.

Puck smirked "Well, At least you matter. That's a good thing right there" He stuck his tongue right back at her as if they were kids in the playground again. "He's so cute when he sleeps. He takes that after me obviously" He lowered his voice so no to try and disrupt him. He knew San would kill him if his voice woke up the baby. "Just turn on the TV, I think we have some sprite in the fridge that we can pretend is champagne for when the time comes." As he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his undershirt he smirked "Does this mean I get to be your new years kiss"

Santana rolled her eyes. Typical. "You are so far from cute when you sleep. Your mouth stays wide open like you're catching flies and you snore like a bulldozer. Not cute." She couldn't help but watch as he unbuttoned his shirt. It'd been a long time since she'd had physical contact with a guy, not that she'd ever admit that to Puck, and it wasn't like she could say she wasn't attracted to him. "If you play your cards right, maybe." Wanting to give herself a moment, she cleared her throat and stood up. "I'll get the Sprite." Santana walked to the kitchen, taking her time gathering the soda, glasses, and a few snacks. Pigging out with her son's father in a gorgeous dress made for dancing wasn't really what she had planned but she didn't mind. She walked back to her room and plopped on the bed. "I brought supplies."

Puck sighed "You shouldn't be talking, Have you seen yourself sleep lately." He realized not long after he said it, How stupid that sounded. Of course she couldn't see herself sleep but maybe she wouldnt comment on that slip. "I always play my cards right, You should know that by now" He made himself more comfortable on the bed as he kicked his shoes off, He watched as she walked out of the room to get the drinks. "Luckily the supplies have nothing to do with baby this time"

Puck As Santana plopped on the bed, He watched her dress ride up just enough to see a good bit of her legs. "I should also tell you that you look beautiful tonight and it's a shame that i'm the only one that is going to be able to see it tonight."

Santana "Luckily." Hearing the compliments were nice. The only attention she received these days were comments about Mateo and how cute he was. Yeah, she had a cute kid and she loved being a mother but it was nice having her own appearance commented on again. "Well, thank you," she said in a mock seductive tone. Santana shimmied, causing her dress to ride up just a little more. "Obviously I got dressed just for you anyway." She let out a small laugh. "I think since you can see my legs, I should be able to see a little something." She winked, reaching over to flick his collar.

Puck "You're welcome" He said with a smirk as he side eyed the female next to him. While the tv was on, he was only paying half attention to it and the other half to the person sitting next to him. "You should get dressed for me more often, It's not like it would be the first time you would do it." He wiggled on the bed uncomfortably for a second before taking his hand and moving something from underneath him that he was laying on and tossing it to the ground without really looking at it. "I already unbuttoned my shirt but if youw ant me to take it off, thenI guess I can do that" He said feiging disinterest

Santana narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm surprised you're not quick to strip like you used to be. I didn't realize you changed that much." She was teasing but managed to keep a straight face. The performers on television weren't really holding her attention. Instead, she was trying to count in her head how long it'd been since she'd last slept with someone. She let out a small chuckle when she realized it was the night Mateo was conceived. Pathetic.

Puck shook his head as he began to speak. "I haven't changed that much, I'm still the annoying ass that you kept around for so long." He laughed for a second thinking about their childhood. "But at home, I can be a somewhat nicer version of myself" It was something he had thought of during one of the many nights that he was up watching Mateo. He didn't want his son living a bad home life filled with cussing and all kinds of other negative things so the least he could do was at least be nice when he was alone with him.

Santana "I only kept you around because you wouldn't leave me alone. Still true, by the way." Honestly, she didn't know what she'd do without his help. She watched some single parents at this school and didn't know how they did it. "Home," she muttered. Their home was the same place now. She still wasn't used to living with Puck. "You're definitely a nicer version of yourself around Mateo. Thank you for that."

Puck "I wouldn't leave you alone because you were the hottest chick in the god damn town. Which is still true by the way" He was glad that he was able to come to the school with Santana. There were moments in the beginning where he thought he had made a huge mistake but it had so far all turned out well. Living with Santana was like living with a female version of himself at times, Messy but still knowing somehow where everything was. "They say home is where the heart is. I guess whoever said that was true. You're Welcome by the way" He turned to see what time it was on the tv and saw that the time was getting close.

Santana blushed and shrugged. "I can't argue with the truth. I'll always be the hottest bitch around. Remember that." She reached across the bed to poke him in the chest and tried not to think at how muscled he was. Sometimes she was weirded out to see the soft side of Puck - it just wasn't who he was. But tonight it was a nice and welcome surprise. "Our home is in that crib then." Mateo was still sound asleep. While Santana watched him, she heard them starting to count down on the television. Twenty seconds until the new year. Twenty seconds for her to decide whether she wanted to be truly alone tonight or make the best of a weird situation. They hit 'one' and Santana didn't think, she simply leaned across her bed and pulled Puck to her, kissing him.

Puck "I don't think that you would ever let me forget it anyways so we are good" he said with a smile as he glanced away from the tv to look over at the crib. It didn't seem normal for him to be nice and he would have to remind himself to kick some loser's ass tomorrow to make up for it. "Us living in that crib, I'm not sure if that's a good visual or a bad one." He said as his attention was pulled to the countdown on the television. It started and he sat up straighter in the bed as they counted down the numbers and before he even realized that they had finished counting Santana had planted a kiss on his lips. As much of a surprise as it was, He wasn't about to stop it so he let it happen, Even gently kissing back.

Santana felt herself melting against Puck. It couldn't be due to anything other than pure horniness and longing for the touch of another human. And ​damn​ he was a good kisser. The hand that wasn't wrapped around his undershirt reached up to cup his neck as she leaned more into him. She let it go on before she finally pulled away. "Happy New Year," she whispered, smiling up at him.

Puck of course he had kissed multiple people since that night they conceived Mateo but none of the kisses were this good, Or was he just so horny that his memory was playing tricks on him. Either way, He didn't mind it at all. When the kiss was finished, He longed for more but didn't actually try to do anything about it. "Happy New Year,right back at you" He whispered back towards her.

Santana smiled and gave him one more peck. "Now," she said, moving back on her bed and climbing under the covers. "Get over here because I'm not falling asleep by myself tonight."

Puck couldn't wipe the grin off his face after she gave him another peck on the cheek. "I would never want you to fall asleep alone" He said as he got up off the covers so that he could get under them. "Best thing about this is that you wont have to wake up with Mateo...unless he needs boobs" he said as he moved the covers enough to get under them.