Okay, im so so sorry for taking so long to update. I could give you a thousand and one excuses but basically I just couldnt find the right words to write. . Im not too happy with this chapter, and im too scared to go back and edit as I know i'll just end up deleting a ton of it. But, please, forgive me for taking so long to update okay? I already have the next chapter already written up so hopefully i'll have it up in the next few days. Please review and tell me what you think? Oh, and thank you to everyone who is following this story and who has favourited it. You guys are amazing! :D
P.s, this chapter continues on from right from when the first chapter ended.
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Santana's parents were always working; they were both doctors and were out for the night on the graveyard shift at the hospital. In fact, it seemed to Santana that they were /always/ out working. This left Santana to her own devices, she was surprised at how cut up she was at being kicked out from glee club and instead of following her daily routine after school of finishing her homework before cooking dinner she just went straight to bed. Santana slipped out of her cheerios uniform and into a pair of sweats with an old baggy tee. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, furrowing her brow as she noticed her puffy eyes from crying before crawling into bed, hugging her arms around her pillow as she hid away for the night underneath her duvet. Glee club was the only part of her day that she truly loved; she couldn't believe she'd really been kicked out.
The rest of the week passed in much of a monotonous blur for Santana, she avoided all contact with members of the glee club, she didn't want any of them confronting her, rubbing in the fact that she'd been kicked out from the one thing she truly loved at this school. The week consisted of classes, ditching classes and cheer practice. The rest of the student body must have sensed her anger and disappointment towards her situation as no one bothered her; when she'd walk down the corridors they would all cower away in fear of being slushied or physically pushed aside. Heh, it's plain to see that with or without glee club she was still HBIC.
It wasn't until last period Friday that she realised it was the end of the week. Puck text her to remind her that he was throwing his party tonight but she didn't need to reply, Puck knew she wasn't one to ever miss one of his parties.
Later that night Santana found herself sat on the couch in Pucks living room, a beer in hand as she watched people grinding together on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room. It wasn't until Puck handed her a fresh beer, taking her empty bottle from her that she noticed he had sat down beside her. "What you just sitting around for, Lopez?" Santana flashed him a small smile before taking a sip of her new beer. "I'm not really feeling it tonight" She was always honest with Puck, he was one of her best friends.. They had a weird relationship but it worked for them. "So, Glee sucks without you.." Puck chanced a glance toward Santana, furrowing her brow as she scowled at the mention of the club. "I don't need that stupid club! I'm glad I'm no longer a part of it" Santanas voice wavered slightly, she wasn't so much trying to convince puck that she no longer needed glee but more trying to convince herself. Puck just nodded, placing his hand softly on her knee and giving it a slight squeeze in understanding. They both knew that it was a lie, Santana loved Glee, she missed it. Santana moved to rest her head against Pucks shoulder, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they both sat silently together. Santanas gaze was following Brittany around the room as she tried to dance with Artie. A slight crease forming on her brow as she watched them together, Brittany looked so happy with him. It wasn't that she didn't want her happy, or that she was jealous of her being with Artie, it was the fact that she wanted to be that happy with someone too. Before Santana had a chance to dwell too long she felt Puck slip his hand in hers and pull her up to dance, he obviously noticed that she was getting lost in her thoughts and decided she needed a distraction. A genuine smile graced her lips as she willingly began to dance with him, she even surprised herself when for the first time in at least a week she laughed, shaking her head as Puck decided to cheer her up by showing off his dance moves which he had named the 'mating dance'.
Every once in a while when Puck would get distracted to talk to some jock or get them both new drinks, Santana would look towards the far corner of the makeshift dance floor where the Glee kids were sat together, she couldn't help the slight pangs of jealousy she felt when watching them. As much as Santana hated to admit it, she kinda sorta, maybe actually enjoyed hanging out with those guys, and now she couldn't even do that. It would look weird if she hung out with them all outside of glee club when she wasn't even in the club anymore. It would be total social suicide, and she wasn't about to get herself added to the slushy list. Around her 6 or 7thbeer, Santana caught Rachel looking at her, she looked as though she felt nothing but pity for Sanatana. After flashing Berry her trademark scowl, she finished her last beer and left the party, ignoring Pucks protests as he remained on the dancefloor. She couldn't help but stumble into a few guys as she made her way out the house, the alcohol was definitely taking its toll.
Santana couldn't help the anger consuming her as she stumbled along after leaving the party. Santana fucking Lopez didn't need the pitying looks of Manhands. She didn't need glee. She didn't need anyone! Glancing down at her hand she noticed she was still holding her last can of beer, with a small chorus of curses escaping her lips she tossed the can onto a nearby lawn. She slowly made her way up the path to her house, easing her house key from her bra, she crouched slightly as she tried multiple times to get the key to fit into the door. "Fuck!" She slurred, tossing the key away from her as her frustration took over. "Fucking thing wont go in." Santana slid down the door to the floor and sat on the front step, in her drunken state she decided to sit out and wait for her parents to arrive home to let her indoors. Usually in a time like this she would stay the night at Brittany's but that was obviously a no-no now. "Stupid Wheels keeping Brit away from me" she mumbled to herself.
The sound of footsteps heading towards her shook her free of her thoughts, quickly lifting her head to look up at the new arrival, she almost spat out her words once realising who it was.
" The fuck are you doing at my house, manhands?"
"I think it is I who should be asking you that, Santana. You're sat on my front door step."
