A/N: Random story that came to mind. If you all like it, I'll add another chapter. Just make sure to review and let me know!

Say It Like You Mean It

Puck's parties were legendary. Anybody who was anybody at McKinley high would attest to that. His parents were never home, which gave him free reign over the entire place. His speaker system was completely ridiculous, in an awesome blow out your ear drums kind of way. And last but not least, he always had a large variety of alcohol on hand, ready to be devoured. Vodka, tequila, gin. You name it, he had it. The only problem anyone had to face was which drink to try first. Fortunately for Santana Lopez, this was never a problem. She just checked 'all of the above' and moved on.

Shot after shot, chug after chug, she started to feel more relaxed. She moved expertly through the crowd of sweaty teenagers, her body moving to the beat in ways that could only be described as primal. The way she moved attracted many lecherous stares and many dropped jaws. There was only one person in the crowd who looked on with concerned eyes, though he masked it well.

Puck was worried. It wasn't often that he felt this emotion, and when that rare time came along that he did, he knew it was serious. Santana Lopez had him worried. His first concern came at the beginning of the night when he noticed that Santana had come to the party alone. Nearly every time he had seen her, whether it be in Glee club or out in public, she was glued to the side of a gorgeous blonde. When he had seen her walk in, he immediately went up to greet her and to question her about this odd occurrence.

"Sup babe? Traveling solo tonight I see. What's the deal?"

"She had better things to do, I guess." He hadn't missed the hurt look on her face as she looked off to the side to avoid his gaze. "It doesn't matter anyway. I'm here and I'm ready to party!" She had yelled this last bit to the crowd, which was enough to get them all cheering and raising their cups. Puck watched her as she walked off and filled her glass, his jaw clenching slightly.

Puck knew the reputation that he had. He was a 'wham bam thank you ma'am,' kind of guy, and that was just the way he liked it. He held no reservations about the way he acted. This was just him, and if people didn't like it, he could care less. Something he was sure that no one knew of was his relationship with Santana. Everyone had made the assumption that they had slept together numerous times. Hell, they were pretty much the same person, just in different bodies. They couldn't have been more wrong.

Puck viewed Santana as a sister, and treated her as such. When she needed someone to talk to, he was there. He was there for her when she was feeling sad, pissed off at the world, or for the rare times that she was genuinely happy. These were the times that he loved the most. She was a beautiful person when she was happy, and it made him happy just seeing this. It was no surprise that when she was all smiley and giggles, it was because of a certain blonde dancer. A certain blonde dancer that was not currently here to anchor Santana's erratic behavior. This was why he was worried.

SANTANA POV

She moved through the crowd, drink in hand and goal in mind. Her drink of choice was tequila, and her goal was to get the hell away from the loud music that was currently making her head spin. No matter where she went in the house, the loud music followed her, and this was how she found herself on Puck's front porch. She sat down on the only part of the porch that wasn't iced over, and pulled her jacket tightly around herself to block out the icy breeze that only Winter could produce. She shivered slightly and frowned. Normally on nights like this she would be cuddled up with Brittany, both of them engaged in some sort of sappy movie. Tonight, however. Tonight she was all alone.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had her cell phone out and Brittany's number was being dialed.

"H-hello?"

Santana smiled into the phone when she heard Brittany's voice, still laced with the remnants of sleep.

"Hey beautiful."

"Santana? Is everything alright? Sanny, it's so late. What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice, baby."

Santana heard Brittany sigh on the other end.

"Santana...you're drinking again. How many times has it been this week? It's not good for you, Sanny."

Santana frowned into the phone. This was not the way the conversation was supposed to go.

"I just wanted...I just wanted to tell you that I l-love you. I love you a lot, Brittany. So much that I don't even think you know how much. Like, a lot. We c-could be perfect together, B."

Brittany sighed once more. "Santana, we can't keep doing this. You know how I feel about you. You know how in love with you I really am. The only time you tell me you love me is when you're so drunk you can barely remember your own name."

Santana was about to protest when Brittany cut her off.

"It hurts, Sanny. It hurts so bad that you can say these things to me now, and ignore it all tomorrow. I don't think you understand what it does to me, and how it makes me feel."

A pause, and then the sound of sniffling. "It's so hard, B. It's..you don't...I'm sorry. I-I just...I'm s-sorry."

Brittany cleared her throat before speaking. "I need to go, Santana. I'm tired, and I just...I need to go. If you remember any of this tomorrow, we can talk about it. Or we can pretend this conversation never happened, just like we have every other time. Goodnight, Santana."

Santana stared down at her phone when the conversation was over, tears beginning to spill out of her eyes. She put her head in her hands and let the tears flow freely, small sobs now shaking her entire body.

A touch on her shoulder calmed her crying, and she didn't have to look up to know who it was.

"I love her. I love her so much. So much, Puck."

Puck stared down at his friend, sadness etched across his face. He hated seeing her like this.

"Come on, Lopez. Let's get you cleaned up and get you to bed."

Santana pulled away from him before meeting his eyes, a pleading look in her own.

"You believe me, right? That I love her, and only her. It's always been her..."

Puck reached down and scooped Santana up into his arms.

"I know you do, babe. I know you do."

Soon she was asleep in his bed, and he on his floor, staring up into the ceiling.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, but if he could help it, it would be the last.