*Disclaimer- I do not own Glee*

Chapter One

"I miss you," Santana admitted, the phone pressed against her ear.

"Yeah, I know." Puck's voice sounded distant as it echoed back to her.

"You really screwed up this time," Santana said with a sad smile, "You really are an idiot, Puck."

He let out a long lasting sigh filled with regret, "No kidding. You know I would give up anything to play back time."

"Yeah, yeah," Santana muttered.

Puck put his hand against the glass and looked into Santana's brown eyes thoughtfully, "I love you, you know."

Santana ran her finger against the glass, tracing his hand, "Yeah, I know."

When Santana left the jail later that night she thought back to how everything could have just spiraled out of control like

this. Although, one thing she could say for sure is that she never expected any of this to happen from one drink. That's

how it all started after all; one wine cooler, and four measly days later Puck was locked up without bail to await his

hearing. Santana sighed, If only I never answered that phone call she thought, everything would be so different. Times

like this, after seeing him she couldn't help but blame herself. She wanted nothing more than to be able to see Noah and

talk to him, but when she did she hated what she saw and heard; his voice without humor, his eyes without happiness, it

was like his life was drained out of him. Of course that's what happens when you go to jail, but hearing about it

and seeing it happen to the man you love with all your heart are two totally different things. I wish there was something

I could do to help, anything to make him free. He would do it for me... After all he is in jail for me. It was then that

Santana felt the tears, she didn't know how long she had been crying, a few seconds or a few minutes but there they

were, those evil, salty, little drops of water.