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Six Years Ago

Santana's POV

Graduation party was awesome as expected! The whole senior year together at none other than Noah Puckerman's house.

The music was so loud, you could barely hear a thing and with so many drunken teenagers I was surprised no one had called the police yet.

I had had quite a bit to drink that night, as did everyone else. After a few more shots, I was gone.

I saw Brittany sitting on Artie's lap kissing him in only her bra and shorts, when it occurred to me that it would probably be a while until I see any of these guys again.

I was finally getting out of Lima and heading to NYU to study law. Who would have thought me, Santana Lopez, going to law school.

Before I could figure out what was going on, I burst out in tears (something I always do when I'm drunk) and ran to Artie and Brittany.

I crashed myself onto Artie's lap, almost tipping him over, and wrapped my arms around my best friend and her boyfriend.

"San, what's wrong?" Brittany slurred, when I pulled away.

"I'm gonna miss you guys so much," I said, as she dried my eyes.

"We're gonna miss you too," she added, giving me another hug.

"Take care of my girl for me wheels," I said to Artie, who looked drunk, and a little confused about what was going on.

"I will," he said, as I got up and started to walk away. "And Santana?" Artie called and I turned around. "I'm gonna miss you too!"

"Are you sure that's not just the alcohol talking?" I asked him.

"Positive," I said with a smile. I started to cry again as I stumbled towards the door.

I was planning on getting out without anyone catching me. I didn't feel like saying goodbye to everyone tonight. I've never really been good at farewells. Things didn't quite go to plan though.

"Hey Santana!" I turned around to see that Puck had caught me trying to leave. He had a bear in one hand and I could tell he was just as wasted as me. "Leaving so soon?" he asked.

"I'm not really in the partying mood… tired I guess." I replied, trying not to let my drunken self show through, because I had no idea how I was going to get home.

"Santana Lopez, is not in the partying mood? Now why don't I believe that?" he slurred.

I looked to my feet and hoped that he would walk away and leave me be.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked.

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked, not quite believing why, he, would what to know if I'm okay.

"Cause you're my girl… well not in that way… I mean we're not dating or anything, but you know." He said, confusing himself.

Before I had a chance to answer, he was leading me upstairs into his room. When we got there he fell onto his bed and pulled me down next to him, so my head was resting on his stomach. "So, what's up?" he asked, pulling his fingers through my hair.

"I don't know why I should tell you this, but we're both drunk and won't remember anything tomorrow, so I'll tell you.

"I don't want to go…" I sighed.

"What?" he said, sitting up, shocked.

"No, don't get me wrong, I want to get out of Lima, I mean, I have for a while, but I don't want to leave everyone here. I'll miss you all to much." I said, as we both sat up, sitting opposite each other on the bed.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this. You… you, are going to miss us… New Directions?"

I nodded. "I know I haven't been the nicest member of that club, but I wasn't lying sophomore year when I joined and said glee club was the best part of my day. It really was…"

"Santana… listen, I don't know why you're suddenly being like this, maybe it's the alcohol, but you don't belong here. Besides, half of the glee club isn't even going to be here. Everyone's going to college in different areas." He said. For the first time since I've know Puck, he has never been this kind to me.

"I guess you're right…" I said, looking at my hands in my lap.

"You know I'm right… You're meant for bigger things Miss Lopez."

I giggled and noticed he was smiling at me. "Thank you," I said, just above a whisper.

"You're welcome," he said, pulling me in for a hug.

I rest my head in the crack of his neck and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. As we pulled away, our eyes locked and before I knew it our lips were joined.

After a little while, we pulled away for air. "One last time, for all time's sake?" I asked with a grin.

"There's the Santana I know," he smiled, and his lips crashed to mine as I fell back onto the bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I had the worst throbbing in my head. I rolled over and felt someone next to me.

I sat up quickly, ignoring the pain and looked over to see Puck, fast asleep.

I sighed and quickly pulled my dress back on. I was leaving for New York the next day… that night no longer meant a thing. It was just another one nightstand with Noah Puckerman.

Or so I thought…

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