Santana cringed a bit. Mentioning Puck hadn't been the smartest idea, but she really had promised him cookies. Platonically. She didn't plan on going over there to fuck him. "No, baby, it's okay. These are ours." She could make some for Puck on her own, if she really wanted to, but she probably wouldn't. Her jealousy flared when Brittany mentioned Artie and she knew she had to fix this. She moved to set the tray on the ground before she pressed her lips to Brittany's, trying to make her frown go away. "I'm sorry I mentioned Puck. I meant it when I said I didn't want to see him anymore. But I want to be his friend. I just don't want to see him...like this. Like I'm seeing you." She gently tugged the sheets down to Brittany's waist, pressing kisses on her breasts.