Santana POV
I walk over to the open bar to see a couple of old men, lonely looking girls, and creepy middle-aged men. I quickly grab out my phone from my purse and dial Sugar's number.
"Heyy" She says on the other line, I hear music playing in the background, but not the same music playing at the wedding.
"Where are you?" I say impatiently and begin to pace back and forth at the bar.
"I'm at a club." She yells into the phone. Besides the music in the background I hear someone yelling something about this night being the best night ever.
"What? Why did you leave?" I say angrily since Sugar was probably going to be my only source of entertainment for the night. I wasn't required to stay after already performing, but Rachel insisted.
"Well I got bored. Oh and well I kind of took your car." Sugar says in her high voice.
"WHAT?" I yell into the phone. A couple of people turn to look at me. I motion for them to turn around. "There's nothing to see here!" I say they quickly give a look of disgust and turn around. "How the hell did you get my keys?" I say into the phone.
"It wasn't that hard, just had to get into your purse while you were on stage singing with dreamy Blaine. I mean I figured this wedding was going to be boring after a good five minutes and I took the creepy band van so why not just take your car." She says. I look inside my purse to see Sugar wasn't kidding about taking my keys and she even left a note with a smiley face with an evil smile on it "Oh and just so you know I got someone to drive me since I'm totally drunk, well technically his friend offered him to drive. Seriously there's no need to get upset your car isn't even in the least bit nice, sorry Aspergers." Sugar says and hangs up.
"Well fuck me." I mumble.
"With pleasure," I hear someone say behind me. I turn around to see a man with a Mohawk. "Hi there." He says and smoothly walks over to me. "Names Puckerman, Noah Puckerman, everyone just calls me Puck but you... can call me anything you want." He says and grabs my hand and kisses it, he then looks me in the eyes. I laugh sarcastically.
"Uh, how about you turn around, walk away, and go hit on a girl who is maybe remotely interested in you."I say and pull my hand away from him. I begin to walk away when he steps in front of me.
"Wow, you know what they say about Latinas. They're always fierce and sexy." He says. I smile and lean in to whisper in his ear.
"Well you know what they say about losers. They're always going after girls they can't get." I whisper.
"Wow, I am so turned on by your abrasiveness." Puck says, I roll my eyes and pull out my phone to call for a taxi.
"Seriously Puckerman I'm not interested. " I say seriously. "Hello I would like a taxi." I say "yeah I'm at…" I say but Puck takes away my phone and hangs. I begin to glare at him. "Seriously I'm this close to fucking kicking your ass."
"Come on you can't leave yet. Dance with me." Puck says and grabs my hand. He begins to pull me towards the dance floor.
Brittany POV
"There you are! I've been looking for you for a while." Sam says. He extends his hand out. "Come on Mrs. Evans let's go dance. I know you're just dying to show off your sweet moves on the dance floor." I smile and shrug as I grab his hand.
"Okay, let's go." I say. We walk out of the bathroom and down the empty hall. As we reach the dance floor I hear the song "Primadonna Girl" by Marina and the Diamonds play. "I love this song" I say to Sam who just nods. I begin to lip sync the words as Sam and I dance.
"Brittany people are kind of watching." Sam says.
"Well it's my wedding! I get to lip sync if I want to! Maybe they're staring because all you're doing is swaying back and forth!" I say jokingly, Sam laughs and grabs my hand and spins me around. As I turn I see Puck walk up to us causing Sam and I to immediately stop dancing.
"Hey bro I gotta go take her home." Puck says and points over to Santana, who is waiting over by the bar. "And by home I mean I'm getting it in bro." Puck says while hip thrusting.
"I think we both are." Sam whispers.
"Come on, up top man." Puck says and puts up his hand and Sam gives him a high-five.
"Well bye, Puck. Have fun, just not too much fun." Sam says to Puck with a wink. I look over to Santana, who looks bored.
"Mr. and Mrs. Evans I better not here about any broken headboards at the hotel you're staying at." Puck says and walks away.
"How much longer is the reception going to be?" I ask impatiently as I'm dancing with Sam. Sam raises his eyebrow in question, shrugs, and looks down at his watch.
"I don't know. It's around 9:40 so I would say maybe another hour or so." Sam says. I instantly groan, and Sam hugs me.
"We could just go now. I honestly doubt anyone would notice." I say but instantly regret it as Sam gives me a questioning look.
"We can't do that. You're parents would get mad at me." He says defensively. I sigh, knowing he was bound to disagree. "Fine let's just go." He says with a slightly annoyed expression on his face.
We arrive at the hotel without a single word said during the 30 minute ride, except the occasional singing from me when I song I liked came on. Sam gets out of the car to get the room key and comes back to the car to get the luggage. Although I originally wanted to go somewhere tropical for our honeymoon my plans were crushed once Sam's boss didn't allow him to take a week off.
"So here we are." Sam says quietly as he sets the luggage down by the closet.
"Yep," I say simply. "This kind of reminds me of prom night of senior year."
"Really now, well I remember that was a pretty intense night." He brings me into a deep kiss. I laugh remembering how prom night was our first time and how nervous we both were.
"I should probably go change." I say and walk over to the luggage and into the bathroom. I look through to see I packed a variety of lingerie, and an oversized shirt with a unicorn on the front. I put on the lingerie with the shirt over it. I look in the mirror. My eyes look a little dull and tired so I quickly splash cold water on my face, which wakes me up for about 2 seconds but I my exhaustion soon returns. I open the bathroom door and walk out to see Sam lying on the bed with absolutely no clothes on.
"Took long enough, I was starting to get impatient." He says with a wink. I quickly remove the unicorn shirt and walk towards the bed.
Santana POV
I walk to the parking lot with Puck while keeping as much space from him as possible.
"Where's your car?" I ask impatiently. Puck ignores my question and walks over to a motorcycle. He grabs a black helmet of the seat and hands me it. "You drove here in a motorcycle?" Puck smirks.
"Oh yeah… silly me I forgot to tell you that I didn't drive here in a car. Actually I don't even own a car for that matter." He says with the same smirk. I reach for my phone and highly consider just calling the taxi. I'd rather pay for a ride home than go on a motorcycle with a guy I barely met. Puck gets on the motorcycle and turns it on. He revs up the engine. "Aren't you coming?" he says impatiently. I hand him back the helmet. "Come on, live a little Santana."
"Fine," I say and take the helmet "just don't fucking crash and kill us both." I say and put the helmet on. I get on the seat and put my arms in my lap. Puck turns around and raises an eyebrow.
"You might want to maybe put your arms around my waist for safety ya know? I mean you said it yourself that you don't want to die."
"My hands are fine where they are. Don't think I'm going to fall for your stupid moves." I say annoyingly.
"Well I'm being completely serious, but fine if you want to be a little bitch about it then that's just fine with me." He says. He starts to back up and drive out of the parking lot. As soon as we get on the road he begins to speed up.
"Oh shit!" I say as he begins to speed up even more. I curse myself under my breath after realizing that he was right. I put my arms awkwardly around his waist.
"Knew you'd cave in some time," He says without taking his eyes off the road. Instead of responding I dig in my nails into his torso. "Ow!" He yells.
As Puck drives down the highway for another 10 minutes the motorcycle begins to slow down.
"Why are you slowing down the speed limit is 80 mph?" I ask. Puck ignores me, and pulls over to the side of the road.
"Come on! You got to be fist fucking me!" He says angrily and hits the handle bars.
"What?" I ask but I soon realize what's going on once I look at the gas meter with the arrow pointing at E for empty. "Did you not once realize you were low on gas so you should have pulled into a gas station?" I say quickly becoming irritated. Puck puts his hands through his short Mohawk as if he's thinking.
"Well I swear when I got here before the wedding it was on a full tank. Damn it someone must have siphoned it!" Puck says and punches the air. "It was probably Sam's brother since he was completely pissed that Sam chose me as best man! God the little shit!"
"Are you done bitching about your stupid problems so I can call a tow truck?" I say. "God this is just fantastic" I sarcastically mumble to myself. I pull out my phone and Puck quickly takes it out of my hands. "I swear do that one more time…" I say reaching for my phone but Puck steps back. "Now if you still want to have two balls I suggest you give me my phone back."
"I would but see I have so many unpaid tickets that I'm pretty sure the cops would find me and take away Lucy." Puck says motioning to the motorcycle. He proceeds to start stroking the bike. I roll my yes.
"Fine then I know exactly who to call." I say and Puck hands me back my phone.
"Ghostbusters?" He says. I ignore him and dial Rachel.
"Rachel Berry speaking, how may I help you?" Rachel says in her usual annoying voice. "Rachel I…" I say but am quickly cut off by Rachel. "Santana! I assume you want to talk about how your performance went, how you miss me terribly, how my audition went which I'll tell you now it went fantastic, ooh or Blaine?" Rachel says, her voice quickly irritating me.
"Rachel now is not a good time to talk about any of those except the last one." I say
"Oh Blaine…" Rachel says quietly on the other line. "See Santana I told you he's a total dream boat. He's basically sex on a stick and sings like a dream. Ugh he's such a good singer and he has such a cute butt too." Rachel says dreamily.
"Rachel stop talking! Okay I'm officially grossed out. I just need you to give me his number so I can call him." I say while trying hard to puke at what Rachel said about Blaine.
"Why should I give you his number? If I can't have him, you can't either! It's standard protocol for girls, sisters before misters and Santana you're my sista gurl." Rachel says in a weird sort of low voice.
"Rachel do me a favor and never repeat those words again, seriously though Rachel give me Blaine's number." I say annoyingly. Rachel is silent on the other end"I swear I will end you if you hang up on me, Berry!" I say angrily.
"Listen Santana, I know you're probably drunk and lonely but Blaine is gay and taken and you can't change that." Rachel says in a serious tone. I roll my eyes.
"Rachel I said that to you at his wedding so don't use that one on me!" I say.
"You told me you're a lesbian! I thought that meant we wouldn't fight over men!" Rachel says defensively.
"Rachel SHUT UP! I DO NOT LIKE BLAINE!" I yell into the phone. Puck turns to look at me in confusion. "Give me his number before I strangle you through the phone. Seriously it's an emergency and I need his help.
"Oh okay! Well you should have said that to begin with!" Rachel says and then tells me Blaine's number. I quickly hang up before Rachel has time to irritate me even further than she already has.
"Well?" Puck says as he's toying around with the black handles of his motorcycle or "Lucy" as he called it.
"Well I'm going to call Blaine." I say and begin to dial Blaine's number.
"Wait! You should check to see if there are any gas stations nearby." Puck says without removing his eyes from his motorcycle.
"I already checked. Closest one is 10 miles away so if you were some sort of cross-country star in high school then we might get back to my house at around 12 o'clock, but by the looks of it you're not. Puck turns to face me, opens his mouth as if to say something back but immediately shuts it. "That's what I thought." I say with a smirk as I dial Blaine.
"Hello? I swear Sebastian if this is you I'm going to block your number from Blaine's phone in a heartbeat." A high voice says on the other line, it's almost womanly sounding but I can tell it's a man.
"Relax, it's not Sebastian. I am a friend of Blaine. Is he there?" I say.
"Oh yeah he's here just uh wait a second." The voice on the other line says and I can hear the phone drop. "Blaine, there is someone on the phone for you!" The high voice says.
"Hello?" Blaine says.
"Hey Blaine, its Santana can I ask you a favor?" I say awkwardly.
"Sure." He says simply.
"Well Puck was going to drive me home but someone siphoned all the gas out of his motorcycle so I was wondering if you could maybe come pick us up?" I ask nervously crossing my fingers because if Blaine says no then I have no other plan.
"Sure! Just I hope you don't mind we're also giving one of Kurt's friends a ride to her house too." Blaine says.
"Okay." I say and tell him our location. He quickly hangs up. "Blaine and Kurt are coming over here in around 10 minutes." I say simply.
"Well there are a lot of fun things we can do in 10 minutes." Puck says and reaches over and touches my shoulder.
"Fuck off Puckerman." I say and brush him off. I look into my purse to see my wallet, make up, my phone, and money. "Fuck she took all of my keys." I mumble to myself.
"Look Santana." Puck says seriously. "I'm sorry." I roll my eyes.
"I'm still not interested Puck." I say.
"No seriously I'm sorry I kind of set this up. Well minus my motorcycle running out of gas." Puck says.
"What do you mean?" I say angrily. "Well I saw you were talking to your friend earlier, what was her name, Candy?" Puck says.
"Sugar" I say plainly.
"Oh yeah, well I saw you talking to her so when you left for the bathroom I talked her into leaving with your car but since she was obviously drunk I told my friend Rory to drive. And well I had planned that you would go home with me and well …" Puck says slightly trailing off. "But look I'm sorry. Even though I barely know you I now know that you're not easy."
"Thanks." I say sarcastically, and turn away. Puck grabs my hand. "I already told you that I'm not…" I begin to say but get cut off by Puck.
"I know you're not interested but I promise you the guy you met earlier is not me. I think you're worth my time Santana. Listen, I've only been in love once with a girl named Lucy and well I fucked that relationship up badly …so I don't care that you don't like me now because we could just be friends and maybe later on…" Puck says and trails off again.
"Look Puck, I won't ever be interested in you because I'm a …" I say but just as I was going to tell Puck that I'm a lesbian, a big truck approaches us and begins honking. In the driver's seat I see Blaine.
"Come on in Miss Lopez!" Blaine says excitedly. Puck looks at me as if expecting for me to say something, but then turns around and grabs his motorcycle and puts it in the trunk of the black truck. I open the door and get in the car to see a blonde sitting in the back with me.
"Hi I'm Quinn" She says.
"I'm Santana" I say plainly. Puck gets into the truck and Quinn frowns at him.
"Hey Noah" Quinn says with obvious sarcasm in her tone.
"Oh hey Lucy" Puck says with the same sarcasm as Quinn.
"So Santana, I don't know if you two have met but this is my husband, Kurt." Blaine says with a huge smile on his face as he looks at Kurt.
"Hi Kurt" I say awkwardly. Blaine begins to drive down the highway.
"Sorry about kind of yelling at you when I answered the phone." Kurt says quietly.
"It's fine. Who's Sebastian anyways?" I say. Kurt shakes his head. Blaine turns to give Kurt a questioning look.
"Not this again…" Blaine says. "Well it was an unknown number so I thought he called!" Kurt says. Kurt and Blaine begin to bicker over someone named Sebastian, Chandler, and Adam. So I basically tuned out.
"So Santana, please tell me you're not stupid enough to sleep with Puck?" Quinn says seriously.
"No I wasn't planning to… but I might have to sleep at his house since my friend took my keys to my apartment and car." I say.
"Oh, so you are coming home with me?" Puck says with a smirk. Before I can answer Quinn says,
"Uh actually Puck, she's going to come home with me since I have an empty room." Quinn says and then turns to me "It's ultimately your choice but if you stay at Puck's he is going to try to get with you."
"I'll just head back with you I guess." I say to Quinn, who simply smiles.
Brittany POV
"That was good…" Sam says and buries his head in the pillow.
"Yeah…" I say a little awkwardly as I sit up on the bed. "So what are we going to do now?" I ask casually and glance at the clock which reads 11:00. Sam pulls on my hand and brings me down to rest my head on his bare chest.
"Well we could do what regular people do on honeymoons." Sam says. I stare at him in confusion.
"But we already had –"I say but Sam cuts me off.
"No not sex… sleep." Sam says "I have work tomorrow morning." Sam says as I run my fingers up and down his abs. I shoot him a pouty look causing him to sigh deeply and throw his head back in frustration. "Don't look at me like that… we already talked about this." Sam says and grabs my hands. "I promise that once I get vacation days we'll go to Hawaii, Cancun, Puerto Rico, or wherever you want to go for a proper honeymoon." Sam leans in to peck my cheek.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Its fine, Britt. It's my fault. If I would've just quit my terrible job by now I wouldn't have to put up with my terrible controlling boss. One day I'll stand up to him…" Sam mumbles to himself. "Mrs. Evans?" He whispers
"Yes?" I say. Sam leans in and kisses me.
"God I love you." He says in between kisses. I pull away from him and look him straight in the eyes.
"I love you too Sam." I say. "Oh!" I gasp.
"What?" Sam asks.
"I know what we can do now!" I say excitedly.
"Sleep" Sam grumbles.
"Of course not silly!" I say and stand on the bed "Let's jump on the bed!" I say and begin to jump
"Britt…" Sam groans. I ignore him and continue to jump.
"Come on Sammy join me!" I say while jumping close to him causing his head to bob up and down the pillow.
"BRITTANY NO!" He yells. I stop as I see his being serious.
"Debby downer…" I mumble under my breath.
Santana POV
Blaine pulls up to Quinn's apartment building I open the door but Puck pulls the door back.
"Wait! Santana… can you please just come home with me. I promise I won't try anything." Puck says seriously.
"Puck just let me go." I say seriously and move his hand away from the handle.
"You don't even know Quinn!" Puck says. I roll my eyes.
"I don't even know you!" I say loudly and open the door. I slide past Puck and Quinn follows me out. "Bye." I say sarcastically.
"Bye." Puck says while looking at the floor dejectedly.
"Oh and Blaine…" I say. Blaine turns around and raises one of his triangular eyebrows. "Thanks for the ride. I owe you one." Blaine smiles,
"Ah it was nothing Santana. Just call if you ever need me again. You know maybe uh… girl talk…" Blaine says with a wink.
"Bye Kurt." I say simply and wave to him.
"Bye Santana!" He says in his high voice. Quinn hands me a key chain.
"The pink one is the key to apartment 48B. Make yourself at home because I need to discuss some things with Puck so I'll be right up there in a couple of minutes." Quinn says. I nod and head into the building. The entrance of the building is rather large with around 50 metal mailboxes on the left side of the wall. I open the door and walk down the hall and reach apartment 48B. I pick out the pink key and put it into the keyhole and twist it. The door opens revealing a big room with light pink colored walls, a big white couch set in front of a big flat screen television. I look past the TV to see a middle-sized kitchen and two rooms. I go into the one on the left. I flip on the light switch to reveal a medium-sized room. I yawn and lay on the bed.
"I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!" I hear someone sing outside. Their voice isn't necessarily perfect but it's still good. I groan and silently wish Quinn would stop singing. I slightly open my eyes to see light coming out of the window. "I wanna feel the heat with somebody!" She continues to sing. I groan loudly. "Quinn?" The voice says. "Quinny are you there? You usually would be at work by now… God Quinn how much did you drink last night…" I hear the door from the other room slam open. I throw the covers over my head to drown out the voice outside. "Quinn? Geez where are you? I heard you groan. Do you have a guy over?" Suddenly I hear the door of the room I'm in burst open. "Wow you were so drunk last night that you slept in my room?"The voice asks sweetly. "Come on Quinn answer me. I can clearly see you. Oh get up hung over Quinny, get up." She sings. "Ooh I know what'll sober you up fast… AN ATTACK FROM THE TICKLE MONSTER!" the voice yells. Suddenly I feel someone jump on the bed and begin to tickle me through the sheets. I burst out in laughter and remove the sheets off of my head.
"I'm not Quinn!" I say in between laughs. I look to see Brittany from yesterday. Her bright blue eyes widen.
"Santana?" She says nervously.
Brittany POV
I stare at Santana in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I ask curiously "I thought you were going home with Puck." I add casually.
"That's a long story. Well Quinn let me spend the night and I thought this was her room…" Santana says awkwardly.
"Oh … well this is what baby bear must have felt when he saw Goldilocks in his bed." I say. Santana smiles and laughs and then looks at the ground.
"I'm sorry." She says sincerely.
"It's totally fine! I'm only here because I forgot a couple of things because I'm still in the process of moving out of here and in with Sam" I say. Santana nods and looks around the room.
"I should have known this wasn't Quinn's room…" She says. "I mean even though I've only known her for around an hour I don't think Quinn would have a poster of a unicorn on her wall." I laugh loudly.
"Well unicorns are magical… but I fear the government is hiding them…" I say quietly. Santana looks at me without questioning what I just said and simply smiles. "Well since you are a guest here I propose that I cook you some breakfast or lunch since it is 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Santana's brown eyes widen. "My banana pancakes are a solid 4 stars so I really recommend them." I say nervously.
"It's 2 o'clock?" Santana asks with panic in her voice. I nod.
"Yeah…" I say. "I have to be at work by 3 o'clock!" Shit!" Santana mumbles. She gets up and looks down as if she just noticed that she's still wearing the same dress from yesterday."God damn it Sugar!"
"You want sugar?" I ask. Santana shakes her head furiously.
"No… my stupid friend… took car…" Santana says and begins to ramble.
"Santana calm down!" I say but she ignores me and continues to ramble. "SANTANA CALM DOWN!" I yell. Santana shakes her head as if to get out of her trance and looks at me astonishingly. "Okay good. So here's what we're going to do… You are going to quickly shower and get dressed… wait" I toss her a pair of my jeans and a sweatshirt. "While I make you some breakfast, and you're going to eat it super fast because it's super delicious. Then I'll drive you to your job and you'll go and work. And after work I'll pick you up so you can have dinner with me and Sam at our apartment and it's going to be totally awesome… Okay got it?" I say quickly. Santana knits her eyebrows in confusion and she nods slowly. "What are you waiting for!? GO!" I say. "I point down the hall. "Shower is over there by the way." Santana quickly runs to the bathroom. I smile and walk over to the kitchen to begin making pancakes.