Manda's Note: I hate not doing personal notes to everyone but it's been so long i'm not sure any of you would remember the story in its self. Starting next chapter I promise i'll be getting back to those. It makes me feel so guilty not to do them. But anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter ...this Santana :P

"Go away Lopez, I'm not in the mood for you to go down on me."

Her eyes rolled up at the ceiling the moment the words left his mouth. She wasn't surprised that was the first thing he thought of. The only thing she was surprised about was the fact that he'd only looked at her legs and he knew it was her, the boy could be such a perv sometimes. It was just a good thing she wasn't like anyone else and she insisted upon doing what she wanted to do. Shrugging her shoulder she didn't bother to listen to him as she put the box down on the dusty top of his dresser earning a scowl from him as she did so. She shrugged her shoulders right back at him and sat down it wasn't like his reactions even so much as scared her. There wasn't much about hi that actually scared her. The only thing that made her unhinged was what had happened the day prior. The way he'd broken down without any warning to someone that she'd never seen before. Crossing her arms she could feel him in her arms, his head on her shoulder as he'd actually let the emotions of everything hit him.

"Don't worry Puckerman with your mood right now I'd have to spend the time turning myself on anyway."

Walking to his bed where he was laying down there wasn't a single second of hesitation as she laid down beside him with her own arms crossed not paying any attention to his glare or instant frustration at the fact that she'd paid no mind to the fact that he didn't seem like he even wanted her around. He never bothered to unclench or to look at her. Instead she could tell he was attempting to use silence to get to her. Make her feel uncomfortable and leave. Actions that didn't make her feel anything of the sort. If he wanted to be that way she could have just closed her eyes and gone to sleep and still been perfectly comfortable in his bed. It was a strange attraction and feeling that she couldn't explain very well. The way he made her feel was something that she couldn't explain very well. Not that she was complaining about it of course. It felt good to feel lay in the since by his side, even if he was in one of his moods. If he hadn't actually wanted her there he would have made sure she left. She knew that much about him.

The silence wasn't as heavy as it would have been with anyone else being in their positions. Instead was light and not suffocating. Then he made the first move, rolling onto his side and looking at her hazel meeting dark brown. She saw every inch of hurt that clouded his vision. How badly he was handling the choices that had been made for him. teeth dug into her cheek for a moment as she internally dared herself to make a move. There was hesitance in her hand raise but she did it, her left hand brushing against the side of his face, his eyes closing the moment she touched his skin.

"You …if… you would have kept her San …wouldn't you of?"

She couldn't open her mouth to say anything back to him just then, she simply let her thumb brush down his cheek. His lips puckered and kissed the pad of her thumb when she was close enough. He was so hot and cold sometimes. Going from telling her to get out of his room to showing the other and sweeter side of himself to her. It made her a little more daring and un afraid, her hand slipped down to rest on his chest as she moved closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her pressing his lips to the top of her head. To anyone in the outside world they might have looked like a calm couple. They might have looked like they cared more than either one of them was willing to admit. For the time being the only thing she cared about was helping him cope with what had happened back at the end of his sophomore year. For some reason the stubborn Latina had it in her head that she could help. Maybe that was in a way because she understood it better than most people.

"Quinn… Quinn wouldn't even let me hold her. She said it would be worse for the both of us if we did."

Although his talking was hesitant, he run his hand up and down her shoulder. It was more so an action of comforting himself she could tell. Yet she stayed there. Whatever she could do to ease his pain even if it was just minor was something she was more than willing to do. Tana wouldn't admit it out loud but being this close to him was something that she liked probably more than se should have. Taking another deep breath as he pulled his fingers through her hair he buried his lips on the top of her head again, placing another kiss there.

"Puck…"

With hesitation for a second she was a little worried about how he'd react to her adding her two sense into things. no on usually reacted well when she butted into situations that she didn't belong in. Then again majority of the time she did that they were situations that she didn't belong in the middle of to begin with. Her eyes glanced at her box across the room and she shut her eyes tighter for a moment. She'd never really talked to anyone about this before and she still wasn't really sure how to do so. But she knew that she needed to try. Maybe it'd be the thing to get through to him and help a little with his erratic behavior.

"You know …I was adopted."