Santana held her mother's hand as they made their way to her first day of school. The little girl held on to her mother as if her life depended on it. She didn't want to go in. She didn't know anybody. Her family was new to the area, and she hadn't see any kids from Lima Heights there. It was hard for the young Latina, knowing that she would be away from her mother for an entire day, with a bunch of complete strangers. But her mother insisted, kissed her daughter, and left.
Santana stood, watching sadly as her mother left her at school. There were a few minutes before the bell would ring for them to go inside for school to begin. Santana's shoulders slumped, and she trudged her way to the brick wall, where she sat down, placing her small hands on her cheeks.
"Hey.. Why so glum?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Puck, the biggest tough guy here!"
Santana blushed. There was a really cute boy in front of her. The boy had a nice smile, nice eye, and his dark hair was cut into a small Mohawk. Santana liked it.
"So, what's your name?"
"Oh.. I'm Santana."
"Can I just call you San? Or just Tana? Santana is kind of a long name."
"Sure Puck."
The little girl jumped at the sound of the bell ringing. They were supposed to go in, but Santana was nervous. She felt anther small hand take hers, and she looked beside her, seeing Puck. Puck was holding her hand, and held it most of the day. The only time their hands lost contact was when one of them had to go use the washroom. Even during nap time, they were together. The kids had large mats, and two kids per mat was the rule. Santana and Puck cuddled together, still with their hands locked. Puck was a little more sprawled out, but Santana stayed curled up, sucking her thumb on her free hand.
The two grew up fast. Santana and Puck stayed friends for their entire time in elementary school. They were each other's first kiss, they both had the same group of friends. The two were inseparable, and everyone knew it.
Then high school came along. Puck and Santana walked to school, together. Walking through the doors of McKinley made them feel so mature. They both walked and found lockers in the same hallway relatively close together. Once that was done, Puck came and Put his arm around her. They had all the same classes, and the same lunch, so it made them happy. At the end of the day, there were athletic tryouts. Puck knew he'd go for football. Santana however, wasn't sure if she wanted to do any after school stuff. With Puck's convincing Santana went to Cheerios tryouts. She thought that being a cheerleader could be a fun thing. That is, however, if she made it on. The coach seemed tough. Santana didn't have to do much to impress the coach. Just her physical appearance made the coach smirk.
After the tryouts for football and Cheerios, the two best friends met up at their lockers. Puck was wearing a football jersey, and Santana was in her new uniform. Puck's eyes widened.
"Woah.."
"What?"
"You look hot, Tana."
"..Thanks Puck. So do you though."
"Nah, I'm just badass."
"I don't find that accurate."
"Need a walk home, m'lady?"
"Obviously, Puckerman."
A few days later, Puck stopped looking at her. He was more focused on the ass of Quinn Fabray, another girl in the grade that was also head cheerleader. Santana hated her. But Puck was really into this girl, and it hurt her to know.
"Puck, what's going on?"
"Huh?"
"You and Quinn."
"I… don't know?"
"Lies."
"She's hot babe."
"Babe? Puckerman, go away."
"C'mon Tana..."
"Don't 'Tana' me, Puckerman."
Santana didn't like being called babe. That was the only time he had ever done it, and he only did it because her Cheerios uniform made he look smoking hot. Santana knew they were growing up, and things would change. But the girl didn't necessarily want her best friend calling her babe every time they saw each other. That's what couples do. Not them. Santana closer her locker, gave Puck a sad look, and walked away.
"Babe, come on!"
In sophomore year, things got complicated.
"Fucking shit Puck!"
"Shit baby, I'm gonna cum.."
Puck felt himself spill inside of Santana, since neither of them decided to use protection. They both rode out their orgasms, before laying in bed, Santana on top of Puck's hot and sticky body. It was kind of an odd thought that one day the two innocent looking kids would be having unprotected sex in Puck's bedroom. Santana had always wanted her first time to be special. And it was, because it was with her best friend. She had a thing for Puck, not that he knew. Santana had turned into a bitch since becoming a Cheerio, so nobody really thought of her as a girl with emotional feelings for a person.
"I love you Puck."
"Woah. What? Babe, this was just another hookup for me."
"Yeah... I.. I know. I'm not just saying it because we just had amazing sex."
Puck didn't say much, but just held Santana until she was asleep. He kissed her hair softly, sighing to himself. When Santana laid there on his chest, her couldn't help thinking about how beautiful she really was. When they met, she was cute. Now, she was just drop dead gorgeous.
"I love you too."
Quinn Fabray got pregnant. No biggie, the kid belonged to Frankenteen, right? No. It was Puck's. Santana was furious. She though they had something. But now, he was fooling around with a barbie doll, who was supposed to be president of the celibacy club. Santana and Puck rarely spoke after that. Yeah, she got jealous from time to time, when he flirted with Hobbit, or Wheezie, but still. Then it was the end of the year, and Puck claimed to love Quinn. Santana was crushed, and went of to drastic measures in the summer before junior year, trying to get him back.
