Um, so here's another story! I may turn this into a multi-chapter, not quite decided yet. Oh also- I've written another story called One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. Check it out and let me know what you think :)
Manda- As always this is for you. Thanks for always being there.
Disclaimer- I don't own Glee or any of the characters. Obviously.
Enjoy! And review!
Libby x
Puck sees Santana in the sandpit. He thinks she's so pretty; he especially likes how her mummy has braided a daisy into her dark hair.
"Hey, Santana"
He gets into the sandpit and sits down beside her. Yep, he thinks, she's even prettier close up.
"Oh hi Puck!" she smiles. She thinks he is so cool. Especially with that spiky hairdo his mummy does for him.
Puck is all squirmy and nervous. He hasn't felt this scared since one of the boys from the big kids' class shut him in the sports cupboard and it was all dark and it smelled funny and she wasn't there with him.
"Puck, will you stop moving? You're wrecking my sandcastle!" Santana shrieks.
He wriggles a bit closer, careful not to reveal what he's hiding behind his back.
"Um…Santana..." He waits for her to look up at him, with those big brown eyes that remind Puck of puppy dogs and hot chocolate.
"I've got something for you."
He takes his hands out from behind his back, and holds out the plastic ring with a sparkly red jewel on top.
"Oh, Puck! It's so pretty!" she says excitedly. Santana takes the ring and puts it on her tiny finger. It's perfect. She admires the way it shimmers and shines in the afternoon sun and creates funny red spots, like sparkly chickenpox, on their faces.
Puck grins at her. He doesn't tell her that he had to eat his way through about 8 boxes of cereal to get it, that now he doesn't like Cheerios anymore. It doesn't really matter, anyway.
"What's it for?" she asks, alternating between gazing at the ring, and looking at Puck with adoration.
"Well, it means we are married now. You know, like mummies and daddies." Puck sighs. He thought this was obvious. Sometimes girls can be so silly!
She thinks this over for a second. She likes Puck. A lot. So she grabs Pucks hand and kisses him on the cheek, her long dark eyelashes tickling his skin.
Puck jumps like he's been slapped. He's just been kissed. By a girl. And not just any girl. Santana.
"What was that for?" he asks shyly, cheeks burning.
"Well, mummies always kiss the daddies" she says matter-of-factly. It doesn't matter that her mummy and daddy don't kiss (they just yell and scream and make a lot of angry noises). It doesn't matter that Puck only has a mummy (she's worth a thousand daddies anyway). She and Puck will be different. She knows it, he knows it, and she's pretty sure Puck's mummy knows it too.
Jane Puckerman notices the ring when she picks Puck and Santana up from school. It's a bit big for Santana's tiny fingers, and her hand is scrunched up it a fist to keep it from falling off.
"What have you got there sweetheart?"
Santana smiles at her and god its enough to make your heart break.
"Puck gave it to me. We're married now. You know, like mummies and daddies. And we are gonna be together forever and ever, and have babies, and a puppy" she says excitedly as she hops in the car. Jane watches her son just nod in agreement, his eyes fixed on Santana's pretty face.
As she watches them in the back seat, hands clasped tight together and foreheads touching, she knows. That her son, and the little girl she loves like a daughter, are meant to be.
It wasn't meant to be like this. They were supposed to go on a date, their first free night together in god knows how long. It was supposed to be special; it was supposed to be romantic.
She wonders how it got to where it did. With her screaming insults and seeing nothing but red rage in front of her face, and him smirking and taunting. They were both so scarily similar she sometimes wondered how they stayed together.
She had walked out, not wanting to be near him, not wanting to look at him.
It wasn't meant to be like this.
She's back and suddenly full of remorse and longing. She wants to be near him now, wants to touch him, wants to lie with him. After all, they're Puck and Santana. Don't they always kiss and make up?
But the house is dark, and she's scared he's not here, scared he's done something stupid. Scared he's realised he can live without her, when she sure as hell can't stand to live without him.
She bursts into the bedroom, her pretty face flushed and an apology already spilling from her mouth
"Puck, I'm sor…."
And he's there.
Surrounded by candles. They're everywhere. She's suddenly thankful that Puck's mum isn't home (as much as she loves her), she's pretty sure Jane would come storming in here with a fire extinguisher and the fire brigade on speed dial if she knew Puck had lit that many candles in here.
She can't quite breathe, and she's lost the feeling in her legs, and hands down this is the most romantic thing Puck has done for her.
He thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Ok, so he's biased, but still. Especially with her hair down, and curled from the rain outside.
He's all shaky and nervous, he hasn't felt like this since he got trapped in the Porta potty and was seriously wondering if he was ever going to get out. He feels six years old again, sitting in the sand, watching her with the daisy in her hair and wanting to be with her forever.
He's thinking about what to say when all of a sudden she flings herself at him, and all at once his thoughts are lost in a tangle of black hair and coconut skin.
She runs at him, almost knocking him off the bed. And when they untangle themselves, the small box she sees in his hand makes her heart stop. She feels six years old again, all giddy and breathless from sitting next to him in the sand pit.
He opens it, and all at once she loses her voice and every thought in her head.
Lying on the velvet is that ring from her childhood, the one Puck proposed to her with. It's worn and scratched now, but it still sparkles with the memories of sandpits, daises and promises.
"San, I…" he doesn't know where to start, can't quite find the words to tell her how much he loves her.
"I love you, you know that." At this, she smiles and her eyes light up and he wonders what he's done to deserve her.
"I know everyone said we wouldn't work, that we were too similar for our own good. But you know what? Screw them. We made it, we did it, and sure we fucked up a few times, well a lot, but we got our shit together in the end." He lets out the breath he doesn't realise he's been holding.
"It's always been you San. Marry me?"
She can't speak, her heart is hammering in her chest and she feels dizzy. She can't see anything but his face. She's always wanted this. Since forever (not that she'd admit it of course, she's Santana after all, and doesn't she have a reputation to uphold?). She can see the house. The kids. Shit, she can even see the dog. And him. Always him.
And all at once she throws herself on him again, wrapping her arms around him.
"Yes" she breathes.
"Well that's good" he says into her hair, breathing in the smell of her.
"Then I suppose you'll need this"
And from under the pillow he pulls out another box. She shrieks when he reveals a diamond ring, its sparkle reflected in her excited chocolate eyes. Puck can't quite believe what he's just done, still can't believe he heard her say yes. It's all wonderful and romantic and kind of scary. He can't imagine doing this with anyone but her. He can see her in their house. He sees her with kids. He sees her with him.
He grins at her, mischief in his (unexpectedly) shining eyes. "Plus, you know the sex is amazing. Which is what really matters." Obviously. It is after all Puck and Santana.
"Way to ruin the moment Puckerman."
She hits him on the arm, hard. But when he looks at her she's laughing, and he's surprised to see a tear working its way down her beautiful face from her thick dark eyelashes. After all, Santana Lopez doesn't cry. Though, he might let this slide, since he did, after all, just propose and shit.
And the candles create fire on their skin as they kiss with a passion, with a belief that this was always how it was going to be, despite what everyone else thought. Sure they fought, they teased, they taunted and hurt but they also loved, they kissed and they were everything to each other.
It's like Jane had always said, they were meant to be.
