I've never made Chanukah cookies before...

[iwannabedirty]

Who: iwannabedirty and jewhawk
What: Making Chanukah cookies
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Puck's house
Rating: PG-13 for their terrible dirty mouths. Rating may go up! And we have plunged into NC-17. NSFW, people

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[jewhawk]

The loud knocking at the door made Puck laugh. "Shut up, Lopez!" he yelled from the hallway as he walked toward the door. Opening, it he looked at Santana, shaking his head. "Are you not fuckin' freezing?" he asked, looking at her short skirt and tight top.

He didn't say anything, just left the door open, and walked toward the kitchen. He was never one for courtesy, and San could let herself in.

[iwannabedirty]

"Why do you think I was banging on the fucking door?" Santana shot back. She'd brought a jacket with her, but since she'd been in her heated car and would be in his heated house quickly enough, she hadn't worn out when she'd walked outside. She regretted it now; her teeth were practically chattering.

Rolling her eyes, she walked in the door, closing and locking it behind her. What a gentlemen. She hung her unworn coat on a hook behind the door and moved toward the kitchen. "I don't get a proper hello?" she asked, batting her long eyelashes up at Puck.

[jewhawk]

He shrugged as he walked into the kitchen. Looking over at the counter, the boy pointed her toward the counter. "Those are the cookie cutters," he said.

At her request for a better welcome, Puck laughed. "Sure thing," he said, leaning over her dutifully to kiss her. There was a hint of joking to the kiss, as he gave her a very chaste peck instead of the hot kiss she was probably expecting. "So... What kinda cookies are we makin', June Cleaver?"

[iwannabedirty]

Santana dramatically pouted at the barely-there kiss Puck gave her. She knew he was messing with her, and she'd accept it for now. She was happy to see he'd gone out and bought all the ingredients they'd need -- an amazing feat, because she knew his mother never baked. He was so pussy-whipped and she was going to get on him about it later.

"I was thinking sugar cookies," she said. She looked up at him. "Is that okay?"

[jewhawk]

Grinning, Puck stepped away from her. "If you ever wanna make these damn cookies, you don't want me to take my shirt back. At least not right now." The shirt he'd given her was a Gibson guitars shirt, and it was one of his favorites.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana laughed and moved to the counter. "Alright, cookies." She picked up the ingredients and measuring cups and got to work.

[jewhawk]

Following her over, the boy looked over the ingredients and said, "What goes in cookies anyway?" He didn't think he'd ever baked cookies before... Or at least not since he was really young.

[iwannabedirty]

"Sugar, butter, vanilla extract, milk, flour, eggs and baking powder," Santana recited. "All ingredients you bought. What, you think I'm buying them because I like you being my slave?" She paused, smirking. "Don't answer that."

[jewhawk]

Puck wasn't so sure he got that part. He didn't have to worry about Quinn. He knew Finn would take good care of her. But it hurt just the same.

Groaning, he turned his attention back to the cookies, waiting until Santana had turned off the blender to grab a pinch of cookie dough and taste it. "These are awesome!" he exclaimed.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana laughed. "Hopefully, they'll be even better when they're, you know, baked." She grabbed a cookie sheet and started scooping out the dough, handing a spoon to Puck so he'd help.

[jewhawk]

Puck took the spoon, all right, but alternated between putting spoonfulls of cookie dough on the sheet, and eating them. "Why do you have to bake 'em? Cookie dough is better than cookies anyway."

[iwannabedirty]

Santana hadn't been paying as much attention to Puck as she apparently should've been. Glancing up, she saw the a spoon full dip into his mouth just before he spoke. "Hey!" she snatched the spoon away from him. "They're good baked, too. Stop eating all the dough," she reprimanded, though rather gently.