A/N: First try at this, it's only slightly AU but mostly takes place in high school. The biggest change I've made I can think of is that there isn't going to be any Lauren (sorry Lauren fans I need Puck to be open). So yeah, review :3

"Santana, I'm serious it's already been like a really long time. Why can't we tell people yet?"

"Brit you know why, I just can't yet."

"No, I don't know why. When all this first started you said you wanted to wait a few months to get used to the idea, it's been a few months."

"Brit, I'm scared! People are gonna change. In bad ways."

"You don't know that. Besides everyone knows you have razor blades in you hair so they won't mess with you even if they don't like us."

"They'll say things behind our back! About us, about me about you... I can't let them say things about you!"

"Oh come on Santana, I'm not completely helpless. And honestly, I'd rather hear a few people making fun of me than have to hide the fact that I love you. Why can't I hold my girlfriends hand in the hall? Why can't I kiss her before we have to leave for class? Finn and Rachel get to do it, Tina and Mike get to do it."

"Well incase you haven't noticed those couples have a boy and girl Brit, so it's normal. We are two girls, and it's not normal."

"Fine Santana, be that way. But I'm not ashamed and it's making my stomach hurt to have to hide it. If I can't be public with you I think I might start to feel sad about myself. And I don't wanna be sad, so if you make me sad I can't be with you."

"Brittany stop, don't say that!"

"I'm sorry San, but until you can be happy with me we can't be together."

That was two hours ago and Santana was reeling from the pain of being abandoned by the one person she truly loved. The one person who knew who she really was. The one person she had fought so long to protect and keep happy. But as it turns out, she was only making her sad know.

Santana stumbled through the front door into Puck's weekly Tuesday binger, already tipsy from the little bit of vodka she'd been able to find at the bottom of her drawer after Brittany left. Puck's house was, as per usual, filled with a bunch of dudes who were sitting around playing drinking games. Santana fumbled with the door, finally closing it loudly and attracting everyone's attention.

"Hey, Santana! Nice of you to join the fellas!" yelled Puck.

"Yeah no problem Pucky now gimme a drink," Santana slurred back.

"Looks like someone beat me to it, but sure thing come sit down and play."

"I don't wanna play a goddam game I just wanna drink."

"Fine fine since I'm such a gentleman you can drink without playing a game."

Santana dropped down next to Puck on a couch and greedily drank down the contents the red cup Puck had handed her. She wasn't sure what was in it, but it burned her throat, it felt good. Puck noticed that she was empty and quickly refilled her cup. She finished that one as quickly as the last and looked at Puck with dead eyes, waiting for more. Puck hesitantly obliged, starting to worry about his friend who usually loved drinking games and kicking all the guys asses. Normally, they would all be wasted first while she laughed at their inability to beat her in games like quarters. Only then would she finally drink and join them in drunken banter.

"Uhh, Santana?" Puck asked under his breath so the rest of the guys wouldn't hear, "is something wrong?"

"Whaddya mean is something wrong? I FEEL AMAZING!" The guys stopped their games long enough to cheer at their companions level of drunkness.

Puck stood up, gently lifting Santana up and guiding her away from the drunken guys and into the empty kitchen.

"Santana, I'm serious. This is weird you're never like this. You never show up already drunk and you always make sure to beat us at drinking games to show us all how awesome you are. What the hell is wrong?" Puck held on carefully to his drunken friends arm, willing her not to lose her balance.

"Listen Noah," she slurred. "I think I'm great and but you can do something to make me even better."

With that, Santana latched her lips onto Puck's and pushed him into the kitchen wall. He was hesitant at first seeing as she hadn't tried to hook up with him for months. But, the alcohol in his system got the better of him. He guided her to his bedroom, closing the door behind them.

The next day at school, Santana groggily wandered the halls with a thick pair of sunglasses to try and lessen the dull throbbing brought on by her hangover. Even though the day was cloudy and the sun wasn't shining through at all, no one dared question her. She commanded respect, or at least enough fear to keep people from bugging her. To her face at least.

However, when she walked into Glee club everyone stopped their chatter to look up at her. She hadn't come in looking this bad, well, ever. She slumped into her seat in the back of the room and everyone resumed their conversations, still peering at her from the corners of their eyes. Brittany, sitting in front of Santana, turned around. From the look in her eyes Santana could she that her Brit was clearly distressed to see her girlfriend- no, friend- in such a state.

"Santana, what happened?" Brittany asked shyly.

"None of your business," Santana hissed back at her.

Brittany turned back around, knowing when it was useless to try and talk to her friend. Just then Puck walked in, a wide grin on his face. He happily jumped up the rows of seats and sat down next to Santana.

"How are you this fine afternoon , sexy?" He said as he put his arm around her.

Brittany froze, Puck hadn't talked to Santana like that since they had stopped hooking up when Santana started to secretly date Brittany. She started to put the pieces together. Her heart dropped as she realized Santana must have rebounded to Puck last night.

"Get the hell off me Puckerman," Santana shoved him as she growled at him"

"What's the matter babe?" He asked, clearly taken aback. "We had fun! I thought we were cool again?"

"We are cool but what you're doing right now isn't. And I'm not your babe."

Santana crossed her arms and looked straight to the front of the room, ignoring the faces of the Glee clubbers who had turned to face her after hearing her outburst. Puck, feeling confused and slightly offended, got up and took a seat next to Finn who shot his friend a worried glance. Just before anyone could say something about Puck and Santana's exchange, walked in.

"Hi guys sorry I'm late-" Everyone groaned in unison at his almost daily starting line

"I know I know, sorry. Anyways today we have to work on our set for nationals. We have stiff competition for sure, but we can take it and I have a feeling we can really do this!"

Everyone cheered loudly, causing Santana's stomach to flip and head to burn. She couldn't handle that level of happiness nor that volume of noise right now. She quickly grabbed her bag and left the choir room without a word to anyone.