Chapter 1

Santana's POV

'Bzzzz…' 'Bzzzz…'

"Hello…?"

"Lopez, were you still sleeping?"

"Yeah why?"

"It's almost noon… Forget it, you need to get up and come to my house I need a tux."

"Puck… why?"

"I'll explain later, now get your lazy ass over here."

I sigh and kick the cover from my sleeping body and make my way to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. While I waited I sat down on a barstool and just look around, I live in a nice apartment with all this stuff but it still feels empty. Is this how my life supposed to be? I am 18 and need to do my senior year all over again because I mostly didn't go to my classes, instead I just hung out under the bleachers smoking pot or chilling with Puck not caring about anything else except our football training. Since my dad left me and my brother we had to take care of ourselves. Of course my brother did more than I did for us but we managed. I was 16 and Tony 18, he pushed me to go to school but sometimes I just couldn't see the point anymore. I met Puck a year later in school and we are best friends ever since, at the beginning he tried to hit on me but I told him right away I was gay. He took it seriously good and after a little while I told him about my condition, for him it didn't change anything between us. It's almost 4 years that my dad left me and it still hurts, I don't have the life he or my mom would be proud off, sure I have money I get a shitload of girls but it's nothing to be proud off. I end most nights drunk, in a fight, high or just at the police station for stupid mistakes I keep making.

I get pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of my coffee machine. I pull the cup to my lips and start the day with a big gulp to wake myself up not really caring that it's too hot to drink and made my way to the bathroom, once there I sigh, discard my boxers and tank top and look in the mirror I turn around and look at my back and let my fingertips linger on the scars that are there. Like I do every morning the last 4 years of my life, the scars impress me because every time I look at them they wake the sadness that's been there for nearly 4 years but always then I try to think back at all the times my dad held my crying body and telling me one phrase over and over again. 'only heroes have scars to be proud off'' they aren't disgusting scars just one large that runs between my shoulder blades that's about 7 inches, and a few more around it that aren't larger than 2 inches, most girls that saw them told they looked badass and turned them on, so no complaints from me. But every time I look at them I remember everything about the night that changed whole my life and made me shiver to the bone. Before letting my thoughts get any darker I step in the shower and let the hot water run over my body.

When I was done drying my hair I took a pair of black jeans that weren't too tight, a white t-shirt, my Nike air Jordan retro bhm's. when Puck and I made the football team last year we got like a shitload of stuff from Nike from our coach, apparently we get sponsored by them but I just think Coach Sylvester has something to do with it. I grabbed my keys and leather jacket from the kitchen counter and left my apartment.

When I arrive at the Puckerman residence I wait for the gates to open. When they finally did, I start my motorcycle back up and make my way to the driveway, while I was driving thru the gate I thought about how many times these gates have opened up for me the last couple of years. It all started when I met Puck around 2 years ago and his family was as close to a real family I could get. His parents let me stay as much I want and are always there when I end up in a dark place. They know about my past and never see anything bad in me, not even when I end up at the police station after fighting in a club I shouldn't be in in the first place. Puck's parents see me as one of their own. Michael, Puck's dad even got me the job in the music store downtown, it wasn't hard since the music store is a part of his own label but still he helped me to make money.

I park my motorcycle and dismount in front of the house where Judy is waiting at the doorstep.

"Santana!" she shouts and waves like a crazy person while I turn the engine and take my helmet off, and make my way over to her.

"Hey Miss. P, I missed you" I say while she closes the gap between us to give me one of those hugs you can only give when you really love someone.

"Ooh, I missed you to Sanny" I got the nickname from her not long after we met, she first thought I was Puck's girlfriend but I immediately told her I was gay and about my condition too. She and Michael didn't seem to care about what was between my legs or with who I was, they only cared about me. we stood there for a minute or two until we broke apart with smiles plastered on our faces and made our way in the house. Even after all this time, whenever I come into Puck's house I still get amazed at the size of it, it's like huge. Okay, so his father is pretty wealthy because of his label and with the extra money from Judy's job at the hospital they are like loaded.

We approached the open kitchen and saw Judy must have been busy with something for work because of all the papers that are chattered on the table.

"Work stuff?" I ask when she started to gather the papers together.

She sighs and takes a seat opposite of me. "Yeah, they brought a patient in and we don't really know what's going on with her."

"Oh"

"Yeah, so are you excited about school?" she asks knowing I have to do my year over again because of my grades. She knows me and Puck rarely even went to our classes but never made a big thing about it.

I chuckle "I hate the fact I have to go back there."

"Look at it from the bright side, there will be new girls." Judy grins because she knows I have a pretty active sex live and she was proud at me for it, I know it's a little weird but everyone thought that with my condition I wouldn't find someone, but it all changed after I lost my virginity to the head cheerleader 3 years ago. After that almost the whole school knew about my not so little Jr. Yeah there were a few that called names but I went all lima heights on their asses. When everyone knew I was gay and the content of my pants there were girls lining up to ride me. Literally. The guys in school got respect for me because I've almost got in every girls pants more than I can count. They were girls that were gay, that were experimenting or just wanted to have fun. After a year I rose from the bottom of the high school pyramid to the top.

"You can say that." I smile

"Lopez!" I hear Puck's voice from down the hallway. "We need to go." He says while he steps in the kitchen and gave his mother a kiss on her cheek, dressed in some simple dark jeans, a blue shirt and car keys in his hands that looked brand new.

I standup and made my way to Puck. "Take it easy bro… Later Miss. P, Can I leave my helmet here?" I get a warm smile and 'yeah yeah' in response.

"Later mom!" Puck yelled from the hallway when we made our way to the garage. He tosses his keys to me because he knows I like to drive when he gets a new car and because of the shitload of money he owns he changes more from vehicle than he does from underwear. Puck his cars aren't just cars they are like expensive cars. Last week he still had an Audi R8 and god know which one he has now.

"Which one is it?" I ask curious about the car and before I knew it I was faced with a frost white McLaren P1 that was even a bigger monster in reality then it was in my imagination.

"Are you serious?" I awe with my mouth hanging open in an 'o' shape but Puck just stood there grinning like a fucking idiot while opening the passenger side and sliding in.

"You know you should probably save some of the money you have instead of spending it on cars." I comment when we approached the store that looked kind of fancy.

"Bro, even if I bought a new car every day I wouldn't run out of money. I'M LOADED!" he highlights his last words with some weird hand gesture. I chuckle as response, we walk to the double doors and a guy in a suit that looked like he was in his mid-30s opened it. I nod to the man with a gentle smile and follow puck to the counter where a beautiful woman stood behind.

"Hello gorgeous." He says and I stood behind him trying not to laugh at his failure for making a move at the woman that didn't looked about 23. Puck just gets a glare from the woman who's nameplate said 'Kelly', before he could make a bigger airhead out of himself I step in.

"Hi I was actually hoping if you could help me to find hima suit to make him look a little bit displayable." I ask with a flirtatious smile whilst leaning a bit on the counter to stare at her beautiful green eyes that matched perfectly with her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She looks at me with a flushed smile and a blush on her cheeks that make me chuckle and think 'plan succeeded'. She looks back to Puck who has an embarrassing look on his face and makes her way from behind the counter still looking at Puck.

"I think I can find him something suitable." she says looking at me with a little smile and turned around swaying devilisious with her hips.

"H-how…?" Puck whispers in my ear still following Kelly to the back of the shop where I can see all different kinds of suites hanging.

After almost an hour of constant flirting between me and Kelly we found a suit that pleased queen Puckerman, it's just a black suit with a white shirt and red tie that match with his anchor chief. I'm standing beside Puck while he's paying and gets his ticket, he takes his bag from Kelly and start to make his way to the exit. Just when I want to turn around I feeel something grasp my wrist and I stop to turn around only to be met with shining green eyes that looked full with lust and arousal.

"You forgot something." She says while biting her bottom lip.

"And what may that be?" I ask with raised eyebrows.

"My number." She answers simple with a shrug while putting a small paper in my hand. I look down and saw a small yellow paper with her number in the middle with 'Kelly Smith' in the left corner. I look back up and smile at the beautiful women who still had a hold of my hand.

"I'll call you tonight." I answer her unasked question and felt her lips on my cheek giving a small peck, she pulls away with a smile that I return. I turn around on my heels and make my way to Puck who stood there with his mouth open in disbelieve. While I walk past him I smirked. "I'm so getting laid tonight."