You guys rock, ya know? Like really. You kick ass! Posted this yesterday and there have been 441 Hits and 405 Visitors on the story. I'm not completely sure what it means. But its pretty much better than my other story that has like 16 chapters. And I've completely lost track of the number of Alerts and Favorites I've gotten. It makes me feel SO awesome. So I worked for hours to make this as long as I could, without advancing in the story too much too early. Hope you enjoy!

Oh! And I don't own Glee, PCD, Nickelback, or Destiny's Child. Or anything else I may have mentioned. :)

When Santana and I walked back into the room, Brittany ran up and hugged Santana. I walked back to my seat.

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking concerned. Santana smiled and nodded.

"I'm great, Britt. We can stop hiding now." Brittany smiled and hugged Santana again.

"Okay!" Mr. Schue yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Now that we've had the daily fill of drama," He paused to give stern looks to Santana and I, who was now seated next to me, with Brittany by her side. I blushed and ducked my head, and she just shrugged, giving Britt's hand a quick squeeze. "We can start preparing for Invitationals."

The room cheered.

"In order to avoid more spontaneous outbursts of emotion, like 'The Kiss That Missed' at Nationals," Mr. Schue gave me another look, "I came up with an assignment that will hopefully help with the bottled up feelings and prepare us for Invitationals. You guys will split into groups and choose a band whose songs you will perform once a week for a month. Each week you will pick a song from that group that expresses a feeling that one or more members is feeling that week. I hope that that will get the emotions out of your system before competition. You have until next week to pick your group members and the band." Then the bell rang and we packed up our stuff before leaving the room in our respective groups.

Once we were outside of the room, Kurt started gossiping.

"So, if the other woman wasn't Santana, then who do you think it was?" He asked me.

"I don't know. Usually I would say Quinn, but she kept looking at Sa-someone throughout the day." I blushed when I almost said Sam. While Mercedes and Sam were the last people any of us expected to get together, they were actually kind of cute, and had been dating for almost 4 months. Mercedes tends to get jealous when people think Sam's cute, so I can only imagine what she'd do if she found out when Quinn was staring at him with sad puppy eyes all day.

"Well no matter what, Puck is still the best option to make Finn jealous. You know how convinced he is that Puck's out to steal all of his girlfriends." Mercedes pointed out.

"Yes! And now we have inside Intel." We gave him questioning looks. "Santana! They've been practically joined at the hip since 7th grade."

"He's right, girl. There's not going to be anyone more perfect." I contemplated what they said in my head quickly. They do kind of have a point.

"Okay, okay. I'll go catch Santana before she leaves and see if she wants to hang at my house with us." I ran off before they said anything. "San!" I yelled after running out the doors to see her putting her stuff in her car. I ran over to her when she looked up. "Hey, Kurt, Cedes and I are heading over to my house to hang out and we were wondering if you wanted to join?"

"Sure. Brittany's family is having their weekly game night tonight so I was just going to sit at home."

I gave her a trademark Rachel Berry smile. "Great! Oh, there are Mercedes and Kurt now. Do you just want to follow us to my house?"

"Sure." We smiled at each other and she got in her car and I walked over to where mine was parked next to Kurt's. "She said yes, and she's going to follow us to my house." I informed them.

"Okay." They said together, each with a mischievous smile on their face. We all got into our cars and drove to my house. When we got there I pulled into my driveway and Kurt and Santana parked on the curb. We all walked into my house and I started making snacks while Kurt and Mercedes led Santana up to my room.

*Third Person with Kurt, Mercedes, and Santana*

"Okay, Santana. We need to be honest." Kurt said. Santana gave him a strange look.

"We told Rachel to ask you to hang out with us today so you can help her get Puck to want to date her. She wants to date him to make Finn jealous." Mercedes filled her in.

"What? No. I can't do that. He has real feelings for Be-Rachel and I don't want to set him up to get hurt. He's my best friend."

"We know that. We also know that once Rachel starts spending time with Puck, she'll develop real feelings for him. We need your help to get her over Finn and into Puck. Then everyone will be happy." Kurt was trying really hard to convince her. Sure, he and Mercedes could find a way to make Puck fall for Rachel, but it would be so much easier with Santana's help. She knew what made Puck tick.

Santana was thinking it over. If the plan worked then Puck would be the happiest she's probably ever seen him. But if it didn't, then he'd be crushed. He'd become even more closed off then he was now. Then she thought about Brittany. Santana was willing to try anything last year to get Brittany to realize she loved her. And it had payed off. Maybe love was worth all the risk. And, Brittany loved Puckleberry. When she found out Santana helped to make it happen she could only imagine how 'friendly' they would be for a while after.

"Fine. I'll help. But if Puck gets hurt, I will revert to my old ways and kick your guys' asses." She threatened. They just ignored the threat and smiled at each other. At that moment Rachel stepped into the room with a tray of cookies, fruit, crackers, and popcorn. She also had 4 cans of soda on the tray.

*Back to 1st Person*

We all settled on the floor near my bed and started to gossip. Soon the conversation turned to me.

"So how are you dealing with the breakup, Rach?" Santana asked me.

"Fine." I smirked.

"Just a bump in the road, right, sweetie?" Kurt said, lifting an eye from his magazine, making me blush, which made Santana cock a curious eyebrow at me.


"Maybe I have a little plan…"

"Do share!" I smiled at her and filled her in on the plan.

"And here is the part where you come in. I hope to have Noah's help in making Finn jealous." I said shyly, desperate for her help.

"I like your plan, and I think it would work. I would be happy to help you reel in Puck. I am more than willing to share all of my information with you."

I squealed happily and leaned over to give Santana a huge hug.

"Thank you SO much, San! This means so much to me!" She just laughed and returned the hug.

"Okay. This is how it's going to start: You, Britt, Q and I are going to join forces and be the sexiest girl group Puck's ever seen – Sorry Kurt and Cedes if you'd planned on using her for your group."

"It's not a problem. Rachel's not quite right for the divalicious group we had in mind." Kurt teased, making me laugh and roll my eyes.

"We'll then go shopping, because, all though your wardrobe has improved by far, it could still use a bit of an umph to raise the sexiness level to get Puckerman's attention. Then we'll spend the rest of the week in dance rehearsals. The group I have in mind has intense dance routines and they will need a lot of work, but I know you can pull it off. Throughout the week I will fill you in on details that only I know about Puck and you will log the information into that fabulous detail oriented Berry Brain of yours."

"San, you're getting kind of intense right now." I said, a little nervous. She was starting to remind me of the old Santana.

"I don't do things half-assed. If you want my help, I'm more than willing to give it to you, but I will not fail. Got it?" Yep, definitely reminding me of the old Santana.

"Yes, Satan.. I mean Santana." I said, wide eyed and reeking of fear.

"Good! Now calm down, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you." She smiled sweetly. I let out a nervous laugh and nodded.

Over the next week, we decided our groups and bands. Santana, Brittany, Quinn, and I were going to be The Pussycat Dolls, with occasional appearances from Artie; Puck, Finn, Artie, Mike and Sam were forming Nickelback; and Kurt, Tina, and Mercedes were forming Destiny's Child, and we were all anticipating the bloodbath when Mercedes and Kurt decided who would be singing Beyonce's parts.

Soon enough we were at Glee rehearsal and it was our turn to perform our first group number. We were the last to go. The guys were first, singing a mash-up of Something In Your Mouth and S.E.X.. Then Mr. Schue spent a good 10 minutes lecturing them about being appropriate, which makes me somewhat nervous for the reaction to our performance.

Next were Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina, singing Bootylicious. Mr. Schue just ate it up.

"Okay, last group is Santana, Quinn, Brittany, and Rachel. And Artie also, right? Come on up."

We stood and removed our sweat suits, leaving our costumes that imitate what the Pussycat Dolls wear for performances. We took our places in the middle of the room and waited for the music to start.

(Costumes are from the performance of Don't Cha at the Control Room (YouTube it.) Santana is wearing Nicole's outfit, Rachel in the Blonde's, Brittany in the Red Head's and Quinn in the Brunette's outfit. Dance moves also are from that performance)

Artie, Brittany, Quinn, Santana, Rachel,All Girls

OK (ahh)
Yeah (ahh)
Oh, we about to get it just a lil hot and sweaty in this (ooh, baby)
Ladies let's go (uhh)
Soldiers let's go (dolls)
Let me talk to y'all and just you know
Give you a little situation... listen (fellas)

Pussycat Dolls
Ya see this shit get hot
Everytime I come through when I step up in the spot
(are you ready)
Make the place sizzle like a summertime cookout
Prowl for the best chick
Yes I'm on the lookout
(let's dance)
Slow banging shorty like a belly dancer with it
Smell good, pretty skin, so gangsta with it
(ooh, baby)
No tricks only diamonds under my sleeve
Gimme the number
But make sure you call before you leave

I know you like me (I know you like me)
I know you do (I know you do)
That's why whenever I come around
She's all over you
(she's all over you)
I know you want it (I know you want it)
It's easy to see (it's easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be on with me

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?

Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)
Leave it alone (leave it alone)
'Cause if it ain't love
It just ain't enough to leave a happy home (a happy home)
Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly)
You have to play fair (you have to play fair)
See I don't care
But I know she ain't gonna wanna share

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? (oh)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (like me)
Don't cha? (Don't cha baby)
Don't cha? (Alright, sayin')
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? (Raw)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? (Big fun)
Don't cha?
Don't cha?

OK, I see how it's goin' down (ahh, don't cha)
Seems like shorty wanna little menage pop off or something let's go
Well let me get straight to it
Every broad wan watch a nigga when I come through it
It's the god almighty, looking all brand new
If shorty wanna jump in my ass then vanquish
Looking at me all like she really wanna do it
Tryna put it on me till my uh black an blueish
Ya wanna play wit ah playa girl then play on
Strip out the Chanel
And leave the lingerie on
Watch me and I'mma watch you at the same time
Looking at ya wan break my back
You're the very reason why I keep a pack ah the Magnum
An wit the wagon hit chu in the back of tha magnum
For the record, don't think it was something you did
Shorty all on me cause it's hard to resist the kid
I got a idea that's dope for y'all
As y'all could get so I could hit the both of y'all

I know she loves you (I know she loves you)
I understand (I understand)
I'd probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man

Maybe next lifetime (maybe next lifetime)
Possibly (possibly)
Until then old friend
Your secret is safe with me

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? (oh)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (like me)
Don't cha? (Don't cha baby)
Don't cha? (Alright, sayin')
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? (Raw)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? (Big fun)
Don't cha?
Don't cha?

We finished the song strong, to a standing ovation from the guys. Mr. Schue looked torn between scolding us for the lack of clothing on our body and applauding us for the intense dance moves that would definitely help us win Nationals. Instead he just settled on clapping for us and making sure not to pat any of us on the back (due to the lack of clothing, which would make him look as creepy as Sandy Ryerson) that he gave to the other groups.

I looked out to the group of guys and saw a lustful glint in Noah's eye. We locked eyes and the intensity of his glaze made a blush spread from my chest to my cheeks. Santana noticed and nudged me before she and Britt linked their arms with mine and Quinn, who was no so secretly staring at Sam. We walked back to our seats and put our sweats back on and waited for Mr. Schue to finish class.

Alright. There it is. And if I get as many reviews overnight as I did yesterday, I'll make sure to post tomorrow as well. It rocks having no homework on the weekend because you did it a week early.

Next Chapter: Puckleberry interaction? Whoot Whoot! And I'm not sure what else there will be! :)