"Fucking hell" Santana muttered in between hurling. For the past two weeks all she had been able to hold down were the Sue's cleansing weight-loss juices that she had been constantly preparing for herself. She spat into the toilet one last time then stood up and turned to face Brittany who'd been standing behind her holding her long black hair out of her face.
"You are always puking" Brittany remarked "I hope I don't get your stomach bug. I hate how many legs they've got."Santana looked at her.
"Stomach bugs aren't real bugs!"She snapped, annoyed at how dumb her friend was being, "they're like computer bugs or something." Brittany looked hurt, in a confused way. Santana was always snapping at her nowadays. She still didn't understand what she meant but she decided not to ask anymore about it.
Santana sighed, "I'm sorry Brittany, I didn't mean to snap at you. I just don't feel great at the moment." Ever since Quinn had been chucked out of the Cheerios cheer leading squad Santana had been promoted to captain. She had always wanted to be in charge and at first after it was first announced that Quinn was no longer in the squad Santana had been secretly gloating. Now though, she supposed, she found it increasingly difficult to get through math lessons without throwing up, let alone hours of double flips and backwards handspring practice.
It was health lesson that Santana had been throwing up in and as she returned and slouched into her seat she felt something hit her in the back. She spun round quickly and noticed a scrunched up piece of paper lying at the foot of her chair. She lent down to pick it up, pretending she needed something from her bag.
My house 2nite
Santana turned around to see Puck looking at her back. She took her phone out of her bag on the pretext of getting a pencil and texted him.
Yeah. Meet u outsid skool after practice.
Suddenly she felt really sick and jumped up from her seat. Ms. Hanson looked at Santana in a questioning annoying way, but it was all she could do not to barf then and there. She ran to the bathroom and puked her guts out. After she had finished she walked over to the mirror mounted on top of the sink. She looked pale and tired. She walked slowly back to the classroom feeling slightly better but really embarrassed. When she entered the classroom everyone looked up at her and it was clear they had all been whispering about her. Ms. Hanson had handed out some work to do and came over with a sheet for her.
"Are you all right?" the teacher asked. It was clear to her from Santanas flushed and tired face that she had just thrown up
"I'm all right ms. Hanson " Santana insisted, annoyed with the teacher for bringing even more attention to the fact she had just thrown up. Ms. Hanson didn't look convinced but she walked off to the other side of the classroom to stop some jocks in baseball jackets throwing spit balls. Santana felt her phone buzz in her pocket so she took it out and making sure ms. Hanson was looking the other way checked the text
Wat the fuck?
Shit she thought. The last thing she needed was for Puck to get all strange on her.
nufing, it was nufing
She replied. Pucks reply popped up on the screen just as Brittany slip a note towards her. Santana grabbed the note
R yoo OK? Wur yoo beeing sic agayn?
Spelling had never been Brittany's strong point.
Yeah but I'm all right now
Santana scribbled whilst she opened the text.
Dude u just like ran out of the room. What the fuck?
Uh he was so annoying sometimes. Puck, whose full name was Noah Puckerman, and she had been having a fairly sex only relationship for the past year and a half. Puck was the definition of a man-whore. Sure they hung out together and made out but mostly it was just booty-call.
Nothing already! I just got a bug or something
Brittany slipped her hand into Santana's and they held pinky fingers.
Santana was standing outside the school waiting for puck to turn up. Cheerio practice had been awful that day,she had had to run to throw up in the middle of the routine and had been called an weak,sick idiot by Ms. Sylvester. She spotted Pucks red car pulling round the corner. He leaned out the window.
"You going to get in?" he asked impatiently. Rolling her eyes Santana walked round the car to the passenger seat door.
"Whatever" she replied as she clambered in. She lent back and sighed. She felt permanently tired nowadays and had gained at least 3 pounds even though she had just spent the last fortnight puking her guts out every 5 minutes.
Puck drove to his house in more or less silence but Santana was thankful for this. At least she didn't have to talk now.
In Pucks bedroom Santana took off her shirt and sat down on the bed. Puck closed and locked the door a precaution he always took after his sister once walked in on them practically humping each other.
"My mom is out tonight so we have some time.."he said as he put his arm around her …
The next day was a Saturday and Santana and Brittany had planned to go to the mall. Santana had slept late and so she was anxious to get there quickly. As her mom pulled into the parking lot, because neither She nor Brittany had learned to drive yet , she saw a familiar red car a couple of bays along.
She said bye to her mom and went over to greet Puck. When she glanced through the windscreen though, it was clear he was making out with a skinny African girl whom Santana didn't know
"She'll get to know my fist on Monday" Santana thought angrily. Puck and Santana had an open relationship which had never bothered her before but now seeing Puck with another girl made Santana want to cry. She turned and ran into the mall and towards the food court where she had said she would meet Brittany. Grabbing Brittany by the wrist she dragged her into the bathroom and began to puke, sobbing loudly. Brittany stared at her best friends. She had only seen her cry like once before and that was on her Grandfathers funeral. She reached out and stroked Santana's glossy black hair that was held back in a low ponytail.
"Don't worry .It's alright." she murmured softly. At that moment someone flush the toilet in one of the stalls and washed her hands.
"Are you all right"she asked Santana, brushing a strand of flyaway red hair out of her face. Santana nodded as she dried her eyes. God, this was embarrassing "If you don't mind me asking, are you pregnant?" the woman asked.