A/N: I'm honestly surprised that people liked the last chapter. It was just something random that I couldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it down. I dedicate this chapter to the person who said I should continue, if only for them. You're awesome.
She had been smacked in the back of the head with a hammer. Some individual out there was just cruel enough to hit her in the back of the head, full force, with a hammer. At least Santana assumed that's what had happened when she awoke in...where the hell was she, exactly? Pictures of naked girls on the walls. Trash littering the floor. Football equipment thrown over a chair. The events of last night came rushing back to her in force akin to that of aforementioned hammer.
Without thinking, she hopped out of bed and groaned in agony when the full force of the hangover hit her.
"Oh fuck me."
"Believe me, I have offered. You generally have the same response; something like 'it looks like it's staring at me, and I don't like it.' Lesbians, man."
Santana immediately stopped whining and peered over the side of the bed, a look of confusion and disgust etched onto her face.
"What the hell, Puck. What the hell happened last night, and why am I in your bed?"
Santana immediately assumed he was going to make some sort of crude joke, and was taken aback when she saw the sadness pass through his eyes.
What did happen last night? Was it so bad that even Puck was ashamed?
"Alright. I remember getting here. I remember loud music...really loud music, actually. Your speakers blow hardcore. Anyway. Loud music, lots of drinking. Music got too loud, went outside...and..."
It was in this moment that Puck made eye contact with Santana, a look of understanding passing between them.
"I...I called her, didn't I? I made an ass of myself, like I always do. I fucked up, like I always do!"
By the end of the rant, Santana was practically screaming.
"I called her. I said the same shit that I always say when I get fucked up. I told myself that I wouldn't do this to her. Hell, I told her that I wouldn't do this to her anymore. What's wrong with me, Puck?"
Puck got up from his spot on the floor and moved to sit next to her on the bed.
"Babe...you said some pretty intense stuff. Granted, you always say the same thing, but...it's intense. But I have a question for you, one that she asked herself. Why can't you say that stuff to her when you aren't drunk?"
Santana looked up at him, anger burning in her eyes.
"You don't understand. It's hard for me. I have all of these feelings, and they scare the living hell out of me. I don't know where they came from, and I sure as hell don't know what to do with them."
Puck raised an eyebrow before shoving her over...which of course warranted the typical Lopez glare.
"Hey, really weird thought, just stick with me on this one. How bout you actually tell her all of these things? I'm sure she's just as confused as you are. Holy mother of everything Jewish. I am not Dr. Phil. I do not get paid enough for this shit."
Santana smiled at him before dropping her eyes to the Batman comforter that covered his bed.
"But...but what if she doesn't feel the same? I can't put myself out there and be rejected. I just...can't do that."
Puck surprised them both by bursting into fits of laughter.
"Are you kidding me? Anyone who can put up with your shit for as long as she has either has a screw loose, or is head over heels in love with you. Between all the 'ay dios mio', 'no me gusta' and overall random shit that pours out of your mouth...I can't believe she's stuck around for as long as she has. Not to mention that beautiful sunshiney personality that you have. And by the way, what does all of that shit mean, anyway?"
Santana looked up at him, a smile on her face, and tears in her eyes. Only Puck could joke about something so serious, and still continue to be helpful.
"Thank you", she whispered, so low it was barely audible.
"Hey babe, that's what I'm here for. That and amazing sex, which you aren't all that interested in. So, now that that's over with. How are we going to get you your girl?"
Santana paused for a moment, biting her lip while deep in thought.
Her girl. Brittany could be her girl. All of the couple-y type things that everyone in glee club seemed to be doing...they could be doing. Together. As a couple. The thought of it scared her more than anything else. To be out. To be open with her sexuality. What she was feeling now hurt her to the point that she was hurting her own body to get rid of the feelings. The question that she was left with...which was worse? To be out with the girl that she was in love with? Or to keep all of those feelings deep inside herself, till she could no longer take it.
The answer was so simple that even Finn couldn't screw it up.
Santana let out a deep sigh and nodded, mostly to herself for confirmation.
"Okay. Let's do this. I want her, Puck. More than I have even wanted anything else. But after last night...I honestly don't know if she'll want to hear what I have to say."
Puck winked at her before grabbing his cellphone. "Just leave it all to me. You go get yourself all pretty, and I'm gonna make a phone call."
Santana was going to ask him what he was planning on doing, but was stopped by a wave of the hand. She rolled her eyes and headed towards the bathroom.
Phone in hand, he dialed a number that, as of late, had become increasingly familiar to him.
"Britt, baby. It's Puckzilla. What's shakin' hot mama."
A murmured response, and Puck put his head into his hands.
"No, Brittany, that's 'Godzilla.' You see, my last name is Puckerman, and...ugh. Forget it. Anyway. So. I have this super hot friend who wants to meet you. Head over and I'll introduce you to her."
Another murmured response, this time sounding unsure.
"Brittany, it'll be fine. Just head over asap, and I'll set you fine hotties up."
He shut his cell phone, a look of triumph on his face. He was the man.
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15 Minutes later, Puck and Santana heard the sound of a car pulling up to the front of his house. Santana had her hands clenched tightly together, and her lips pulled in a tight line. Puck looked over at her and put an arm around her shoulders in an effort to quell the anxiety that was currently bubbling out of her.
"You'll be fine. Just be yourself. She'll love you for just that."
Not a minute later, the door burst open and in came Brittany, voicing her concerns.
"Puck, I don't think this is a good idea. Just tell your friend I'll meet her another time. With everything that's been happening with...Santana...you're here."
Puck stepped between the two girls and grabbed their hands.
"Brittany Pierce, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Santana Lopez. The real Santana Lopez. I'm sure you two will hit it off."
With that said, Puck left the room, hoping that his plan would work.
"Brittany...hey. You look...you look nice." Real slick start. Reeeeal slick.
"I wish I could say the same for you. You look like you've been run over multiple times."
Santana smiled at the girl's honesty. It was one of the many things that Santana loved about her.
"Britts...we need to talk. Well, I need to talk, and I'd like for you to listen. Is..that okay with you?"
Brittany crossed her arms over her chest and met Santana's eyes challengingly.
"Are you drunk now? This is early, even for you."
Santana flinched back at the severity of the blonde girl's words.
"I'm not drunk. This is me, being completely real with you. There are so many things that I have to say to you. I kept them all inside. When I was drinking, I let a little of what I was feeling slip out, each time that it happened."
Brittany dropped her arms, her defensive stance softening slightly.
"Alright. I'll listen. Say what you have to say."
Santana mouthed 'thank you' to Brittany, and started to speak.
"In my life, I have only trusted a few people. I know that I'm hard to get along with. I know that letting people in is something that I'm really bad at. I keep walls around myself, and keep people out. You, Brittany, are one of the few people that I've let in. I trust you, Brittany. I trust you as a friend who will never let me down. I trust you as someone with whom I can share my deepest secrets. But most of all...I trust you with my heart. You mean so much to me, Britt. Words can't express how I feel for you, but I'll try."
Santana took a deep breath before continuing.
"Every morning that I wake up, and every night before I go to bed, I think of you. I wonder what it is that you're doing. I wonder how your day was. I even wonder if your cat is still reading your diary. You are all that I think about Brittany. Every day, I can't wait for glee club, because I know that's when I get the chance to spend more time with you. There are so many things that I love about you. I love the way your hair falls over your eyes when you fall asleep in class. I love that you dot your 'i's' with little hearts. I love that you aren't afraid to stick up for something that you believe in. But most of all...I love the way you love me. You've been by my side for as long as I can remember, and I need you to know this. I'm in love with you, Brittany. Body, heart, and soul, completely in love with you. I just...I just needed you to know that, and know that I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you."
Santana wrapped her arms around herself, and finally met the gaze of the clear blue eyes before her.
"Sanny...I have a question."
Santana took a step forward and nodded. "Go ahead, Britt. Ask me anything."
Brittany moved closer to Santana and tilted her head to the side.
"Did you join the poetry club?"
Santana's eyes grew wide, and she laughed so hard that tears started to gather in her eyes.
Brittany smiled when Santana started to laugh. She definitely liked this version of Santana better than the mopey, depressed San.
"Santana Lopez...I am 100%, head over heels in love with you. I always have been. I knew from that moment on the playground, when you beat up Puck when he stole my barbie, that you and I would end up together. I just didn't think it would take this long. You really do have a thick head, Santana."
Santana rolled her eyes and smiled, moving even closer to Brittany.
"So...I have a question for you. Will you, Brittany S. Pierce, do me the honor of being my girlfriend? I can't promise that we'll never fight. It's going to be difficult, being with me. I'm stubborn. I can be bitchy, and even-"
Santana's rant was cut short when she felt a soft pair of lips meet her own.
"I guess that's a yes then?"
Before Brittany could answer, a loud whistle was heard from the other room.
"Now that's what I'M talkin' about. Two hot ladies, getting it on in my house. Oh, and for the record, I let Santana beat me up for that barbie. There's no way some girl is going to take down the Puckasaurus. Nu uh. No way, Jose."
Santana kissed Brittany's cheek before leaving the room to find said Puckasaurus. When she found him,she immediately rushed forward and gave him the biggest hug she could muster.
"Thank you. For everything. I mean it."
Puck blushed and looked away, slightly embarrassed.
"S'all good. You know I gotsta take care of my ladies."
Santana smiled and hugged him once more.
"I know. And if you don't mind, I need to go take care of mine."
Puck gently kissed the corner of her mouth, and pushed her towards the door.
All in a day's work for the Puckasaurus.