Chapter Two

Happily, Santana grabbed her keys off the stupid "key tree" her mom had gotten from Pottery Barn, slammed the door, and hopped into the front seat of her sleek silver Prius. She could have had any car that she wanted, but with the Prius she saved on gas. She didn't even think as she drove the three minutes to Puck's house, as the route had long since become engraved in her brain. After parking and locking the car, she casually sauntered up the Puckerman's driveway, trying not to seem too excited. A second before she pushed a perfectly manicured finger against the doorbell, the door swung open.

"San! Hey!" Puck exclaimed, grinning. He opened his arms, and she let him fold them around her, pulling her back to the familiarity of his muscular body and that musky scent that was his own. It seemed like it had been forever since she had hugged him and she had to admit, it felt great.

"Hey there, Princess," she giggled, squeezing him. He laughed too, and suddenly the months of coldness, resentment and awkwardness between the two seemed to evaporate. He opened his mouth to say something, but at that very moment Sarah came racing down the stairs.

"Santana! Did you come to play princess with me?" She shrieked.

"Hi, Sarah," Santana smiled as she hugged the little girl. Puck rolled his eyes and grimaced apologetically, but Santana smiled. It felt so good to be wanted.

Wow. Santana had been at the Puckerman's for a mere two hours and she was exhausted. Thankfully, Sarah had just gone over to a friend's house, so she and Puck could just relax.

"Thanks," he said, grinning, as he plopped down next to her on the couch with a bowl of fresh popped popcorn. "For coming over. I don't think I'd be able to deal on my own."

"No problem. I had fun." She said, and she really meant it. He smiled again before grabbing the remote. After a few minutes of flipping through channels, the two discovered that there was nothing good on, unless you were into Lazy Town or Clifford. But then, it was 11:00 am on a Wednesday. "So…how goes it with Lauren?" Santana added, awkwardly. Puck peered at her from the corner of his eyes for about thirty seconds before answering.

"It's good. She's…great. You know? We're a lot alike." He said, happily and honestly.

"Yeah, you are. She brings out the best in you." She replies, cautiously. Everything has been going so well that she's afraid of wrecking it by making it seem like she's hitting on him.

"We're a lot alike, too, though, Sanny." He says, and then looks like he regrets it. "Sorry. I'm not, like, hitting on you. Just saying. That's why we- you and I- are such good friends." He stumbles. She grins. They're "we" again. "Us." Not in the way that they were in 10th and 11th grades, but she wouldn't want to go back to that anyway.

"Yeah. I know," she smiles. And then, before, she looses her nerve, she adds, "Puck? I need to tell you something."

"What?" he asks, looking genuinely concerned and interested.

"I'm…a. I lo… I'm a lesbian." She says, not meeting his eyes, but watching his face for his reaction. "I'm in love with Britt." He looks at her expectantly, unfased.

"Yeah. I know. What did you need to tell me?" He asks, confused. "Or was that it? I mean, congrats and all for finally realizing it, but I know that Tan." She smiles, taken aback and relieved. He knew? But then, he knows her. As he said, they're a lot alike.

"And…that doesn't bother you? That I'm gay?" She asks, nervously. He grins.

"Why wouldn't I be? I totally agree. Girls are the best," he laughs, his dark eyes sparkling. She grins back. "Don't let anyone tell you differently. Like I said. We're a lot alike. Crude, sarcastic sense of humor. Hot. Secretly insecure, unless we're with those few people who really get us. And Tana, this is just one more thing to add to the list. We both like girls." She smiles again. He really is amazing. He pulls her into another hug and she leans up and plants a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks a lot, Prince Charming, "she giggles as he wraps his arm around her shoulders and leans back, turning the t.v. back on. Maybe they'll have more luck at 11:30.

And he was. He was Prince Charming. Not hers, but someone's. He could be charming, and she was sure that he would be when he met "her." The girl of his dreams. But that didn't mean he hadn't already met his soulmate. She knew she'd met hers. And lucky Santana, she had two. Two soulmates. Both completely understood her. Her two best friends. Brittany and Puck. One was a lover, the other a brother. And for the first time in what seemed like forever, she felt loved. And understood. And…Happy.