A/N: Hello, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this fic, it could be a long multi-chap or just a three shot. Anyway thanks for reading, reviews appreciated.
She drew the cigarette to her lips, delighting in the way the acid smoke filled her lungs. She watched as the smoke danced across the night sky. Drawing her eyes from the smoke patterns she surveyed the New York skyline, the lights didn't shine, the buildings seemed small and unimpressive and all the life of the city meant nothing. Santana knew that nothing had changed about the city, it was still the great place that brought flocks of tourists daily, but without her it lacked soul. Without Brittany her life was grey, as if when she left she took all the colours with her.
It had been three weeks since their agreement, three weeks of regret. When Brittany told her that long-distance just wasn't working she had foolishly agreed on their separation, she knew Brittany had to move on with her life, lately neither of them had enough time for Skype or long phone-calls or enough money to visit each other and she knew it was ridiculous to hold on to the hope that they would stay constant in each other's lives but she wished there was a way, wished that they could go back to high-school, when they were so wrapped up in each other that they had no cares in the world.
Stubbing out the cigarette, she turned back to enter the apartment, Kurt and Rachel were out doing something gay and she was left alone with her thoughts. She sat down on the sagging, old sofa (Kurt says its vintage chic) and glanced down at her phone, she just wanted to call her. She missed hearing her voice, she missed everything about her. Deciding against calling her ex-lover, she poured herself another glass of wine. She was getting drunk alone in her apartment on a Friday night in New York, how depressing.
After about half an hour of flicking through the TV she lifted herself from the couch, touched up her makeup and left the apartment into the night. Just as the skyline had dulled, so had the thrill of the nightlife. When they first moved to New York she thought she'd never tire of the constant thrum of music and the swathes of people but without the presence of love in her heart everything just became droll. Walking down the crowded streets of the city she realised she had no idea where she was going, but she continued her walk to nowhere hoping that her feet would lead her to Brittany.
Her legs began to grow tired after a while so she entered some bar with the intention of getting super drunk. Taking a seat at the bar she noticed a guy with a horrible haircut in a leather jacket giving her the eye from the other end, hoping she could get a few drinks out of the poor guy she winked. He sauntered over and took a seat beside her giving her a confident smile as he sat down.
"Did you know you have a dead squirrel attached to your scalp or were you walking through central park and one just fell on you?" She said with a devilish smirk.
"You don't dig the mohawk? You're the only chick I've met that isn't down with the Puckasaurus-rex's mane!" The male responded, his eyes were bright with interest for the fiery woman.
"Hold up, what did you just refer to yourself as? Jesus Christ, are you eight?" She fired back, rolling her eyes.
"22, actually... and my names Puck so it's like a cool nickname... anyway what's a beautiful woman like you doing at a bar alone?" Puck said, losing some of the bravado he had previously.
"Well, my girlfriend broke up with me and I'm drinking away my sorrows, you? I'm guessing it's a similar situation for you because I would totally break up with you for that hideous animal on your head" She quipped.
"Girlfriend? And stop hating on the 'hawk, what's it done to you?" He said distractedly, busy focusing on gaining the barman's attention.
"Yep, I'm like totally gay so if you were planning on getting laid go find yourself another female" She replied, rolling her eyes.
"Do you really think I'm only after sex? I'm a classy gentleman, I simply wanted some company and the gay things totally cool with me" Puck said feigning hurt. "What would like to drink?"
She looked up and noticed the blonde barman standing in front of them; he had the same innocent aura that Brittany held. "Scotch, make it a double, no ice." She said sharply at the blonde man.
Puck gave her a wide-eyed look before ordering his beer and handing a few notes to the barman. "So tell me, what happened with this girlfriend of yours?"
"We were together throughout high-school, I moved to New York and she stayed back in Ohio, long story short: long distance sucks" She said bringing the drink to her lips.
"Ah, well I'm sorry about that, do you still love her?" He questioned
"If I didn't still love her would I be at this stupid bar, talking to a stranger and drinking whiskey?" She answered pointedly.
"Point taken, are you gonna try and win her back or just sulk for the rest of your life?" He looked to her expectantly.
"When did you become a life coach? And I don't know, I mean she was the one that wanted to end it, so I guess she doesn't love me anymore or whatever" Santana sighed, taking another sip of her scotch.
"Hey now, she definitely loves you, like maybe it was tough for her to be away from you too and she just couldn't deal? I think you should fight for her, don't let her go" He said softly, gently squeezing her arm encouragingly.
"Thanks Puck, I just don't know whether it's worth it, let's stop talking about me; what are you doing spending your Friday night giving a lesbian relationship advice?" She enquired, arching one eyebrow at him.
"Well, I was bored at home so I thought I'd go and get a drink, then I saw a beautiful woman-" Santana rolled her eyes at Puck. "-But she left so I decided to come and talk to you" He said with a wink. Santana clutched her chest, faking hurt and then punched him lightly on the arm.
"No I'm kidding, you're gorgeous, I guess I just like talking to people, it's better than watching Castle re-runs alone, right?" He said with a broad smile and the more Santana spoke to him, the more she began to like the guy.
They chatted lightly for around an hour, although Puck wanted to seem like a player and had a terrible hair cut he was actually a very sweet guy. She paused the conversation when she felt a buzzing in her pocket.
Israeli Dwarf: Santana, it is rather late and although I know you are a responsible adult I am your friend and roommate and therefore care for your well-being. Please notify me of your whereabouts, Kurt and I were alarmed when we came home to an empty apartment, I thought you had been kidnapped but Kurt managed to quell my fears and we guessed you had just gone out. In future please inform us when you are going out. Get home soon, walking through our neighbourhood during the day is scary enough. –R
She scoffed at Rachel's text and quickly replied telling her she was at a bar and that she'd be home within the hour. She looked over at Puck who was finishing his third beer.
"I gotta go or my roommate will send out a search party, it's been nice talking to you and thanks for the drinks" She said softly as she pulled on her jacket.
"Here's my number, if you ever want to talk again, just call" He said, placing a crumpled piece of paper in her hand.
She turned to leave the dark bar, checking her phone quickly before pushing the dark wood door.
"Hey- Wait! What's your name?" Puck called from his seat at the bar.
"Santana" She yelled from the exit and gave the man a small wave before entering the cold night once more.
Although she still had an ache in her chest, Puck had improved her night and he was right, she couldn't just let Brittany go or she'd regret it. She wasn't sure if it was just the alcohol but things seemed just a little brighter.