Chapter 3 AN: Here's another one for you guys, hope you like it and as always please review, follow and favorite, thanks!

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The more Sam thought about it the harder he realized it was going to be. You see, Sam didn't exactly have the best reputation with women. Yes, he could make them eternally happy in the bedroom, outside however, was a different story.

Realizing this, he decided to call Puck, his best friend, wing man and all around good guy, even if the same couldn't be said for Sam they'd still been best friends for many years.

He rooted around on the couch for his phone and called him.

"Sammy boy! What's new?"

"Not a lot, I was calling about some information you may have." He replied, trying not to sound too eager and show just how invested he was in the answer. Puck didn't reply and he took his silence as a sign to go on "Quinn Fabray" he stated simply.

"Yeah? What about her? She your latest scorned woman?" Puck laughed.

"Not yet, soon though I'm hoping." Sam chuckled, loving how his friend knew him so well. "What do you know about her?"

"Not much, her mom and mine are in the same book club. So she comes around every now an then, kinda shy and reserved. Nothing like your usual victims."

"Ha! Victims.. Really Puck? I'm not the one who has to get them liquored up before making my move" Sam replied playfully and took a slow sip of his drink waiting for the reaction he was sure was coming.

"You know what? Fuck you, man! I'm not helping you anymore if you're gonna be like that." Puck fumed from the other side of the phone.

"Puck? C'mon man.. Aw, is Puck a little sensitive today?" Sam sighed after getting no response "Would it make you feel better if I apologized?" He said whilst rolling his eyes. Why was he constantly surrounded by children? First Rachel and now him.

He suddenly heard Pucks raucous laughter down the phone "Man, you are too easy! The Puckmeister knows he's a fine specimen of man and the only reason I get a few drinks in them is so they have a harder time remembering my name."

Sam laughed just imagining Puck winking at him as he said it. "If that's what you gotta tell yourself" Sam replied with a grin, glad that the easy conversation was back between them. "So is she seeing anyone?"

"The hell if I know, I tried it with her before and she's immune to me, so you have no luck Evans."

"We'll see about that, I got a few tricks up my sleeve" he responded as he sank further back into the couch, stupidly confident about his challenge ahead.

"So, what's this even about? Why you so interested in her all of a sudden?" Suspicion had crept into Puck's voice, he didn't like it when Sam kept him in the dark on one of his schemes.

"Rachel gave me a challenge. If I bed Quinn within 2 months, I get Rachel."

Puck whistled through his teeth, impressed with the deal Sam had negotiated. "Not surprised you called in reinforcements. You're gonna need all the help you can get! Within 2 months? Ask Rach if you can raise it to 2 years cause you got no chance in hell, Sammy!"

"Can you be serious for like a second? I find this prize.. Tempting to say the least." Sam exhaled slowly, trying to keep his imagination at bay.

"Sam and believe me I'm saying this to be a good friend, you got more chance singing a duet with Michael Jackson!" Puck's uncontrollable laughter could be heard through the phone. " But hey, that prize.. You think if I popped Quinn's cherry, you sister would sleep with me? She's got those lips that you just know-"

Puck grinned as he heard Sam growl down the phone, not liking that mental image one bit. "Firstly, she's not my sister, she's my dad's wife's daughter. Secondly, you even think about Rachel like that again I'll make sure you can't even find your dick.. That's if you already can."

"Easy, boy." Puck replied, not scared in the slightest about Sam's threat. "You've gotta get that temper under control if you want to pretend you're a gentleman and win her over."

"Brilliant. Thanks for all the advice Puck, you've been a big help, as always." Sam said hoping his voice held enough sarcasm that it communicated through the phone and hung up not letting Puck get another word in.

Santana sat, tapping her foot in the swanky bar, that she, Rachel and Brittany often visited. Today however, she was on her own as Brittany had bailed last minute to hang out with Artie and Rachel hadn't arrived yet. Of course being Santana and impatient she'd sent multiple texts but they'd all gone unanswered so far. Just when she'd had enough of waiting (because Santana Lopez waits for no one) she caught sight of a wind swept yet still undeniably gorgeous Rachel Berry."Rachel! What time do you call this?!" She exclaimed.

Rachel glanced down at her watch innocently "Umm 11:47.. Santana, you should really get your own watch."

Santana laughed sarcastically, rolling her eyes "Oh real funny, you know what I mean. You're late. Again." She checked her nails and clicked her tongue, trying not to let her anger get the best of her.

Rachel took a seat and waved over the waiter to get her a drink "Oh don't be like that San, I had some business to attend to that couldn't wait."

Santana sat there looking at Rachel expectantly with an expression that said "well?" waiting for her to continue. There was no way Rachel was showing up late and not giving her an explanation.

Rachel cleared her throat, readying herself to tell Santana all about how Finn had humiliated her with Quinn. Even though Rachel was beautiful and some may say 'perfect' she was still insecure, especially with a best friend as gorgeous as Santana and Finn's apparent rejection had only added to it.

"I had a proposition for Sam."

The Latina's eyebrows flew up at Rachel's words "You were late just because you wanted to get your freak on with Trouty Mouth?" Santana spit out, not amused at all.

Rachel scoffed and said casually as if she were talking about the weather "As if. I want to ruin Quinn Fabray and I needed Sam's particular skill set to help. She took something of mine and needs to know that's not acceptable."

"That prude?" Santana sighed, waiting for Rachel's crazy response that she assumed would be an overreaction. "Has she even been here long enough to do anything wrong?"

"She's caught Finn's eye and I believe she's seeing him behind my back." Rachel looked emotionless as she said this, truth be told she didn't even like Finn, he was just convenient, looked good on her arm and allowed her to keep up her good girl image.

"The guy who you let pant and sweat on you for 2 glorious minutes in heaven?" Santana replied sarcastically then paused thinking it over and shrugged "Oh whatever, I never liked the look of her anyway, no one is that sweet and innocent. You're a prime example of that." She smirked.

Rachel laughed and sipped her drink "So now you understand why I was late." "Hmm okay, are you sure you don't want me to go all Lima heights on her ass?" She offered, where charm and seduction was Sam's special skill intimidation was Santana's.

Rachel smiled gratefully, remembering why Santana was her best friend. "As much as I appreciate that, I've already got a much better plan in mind." She grinned as she said the last words, thinking of how genius her plan was. However, the smile was soon wiped off her face when she remembered what she'd have to do if Sam did in fact win. "Although.. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a plan B."

Just then the noise from the streets outside increased indicating that someone had entered the bar. "Well well well, speak of the devil.." Santana smirked.

Rachel's eyes flew to the door and frowned as she took in the sight of Quinn dressed in all white, looking every bit the innocent and virginal angel. Though now the plan came back to her and Rachel looked smug as she thought 'not for long'.