Hey! So, I just want to say that I'm not sure if it's legal in California-or anywhere, really-for an 18 year old to be running a bar….but act like it is for this story(: I really love the huge age gap, let's see where it takes the story(: Enjoy!

PS- I realize that I said Puck hung out with Sam in the first chapter, but in the last one I said that they just met since high school. The Sam in the first chapter isn't supposed to be there! I'll correct it later. Sorry about the confusion!


I would have enjoyed the beach a little better if I wasn't aware of Brittany's presence the whole damn time. We all caught up with each other in a sharing circle, sharing stories of things we thought were hilarious that happened to us. Occasionally, my eyes would wander across the circle to Brittany who was sitting next to Sam. But, I'd turn the other way whenever I caught myself.

"Oh, it's starting to get late. I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow?" Rachel offers a smile as Finn helps her up.

"See ya later, Dwarf," I ponder the old nickname.

"You know, by now, I see that as a term of endearment. I love you too, Santana," Rachel fakes cries and departs the circle with Finn.

"I miss her obnoxiousness," Puck reminisces.

Kurt shakes his head in disagreement. "Trust me, I don't."

"Amen, you can say that again," Mercedes raises a hand.

"But where's Artie and Blaine?" I ask remembering the missing people.

"At that one comic book convention-"

"Comic Con?" Brittany blurts out interrupting.

"Mmhmm, yeah. That one," Puck replies.

Well that honestly surprised me. She didn't really look like she was interested in that stuff.

"It's really I getting late, we all should get going," Puck looks at the time on his watch.


I wake up to the sound of a crowd yelling, and realize that Puck has the TV on loud. "Ugh," I groan in frustration as I use the pillow underneath my head to cover my ears.

There was no way I was going to get used to him watching those games every single day. Might as well marry the television. I drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom examining myself.

"Do I come off as a lesbian?" I find myself asking out loud. I analyze my face and body for any hints of gay and don't see any. I shake my head after, wondering what the hell I was doing looking for 'gay'.

I got ready for a whole day inside the house with Puck again, and waited patiently for evening to come so we could all have dinner at a new restaurant from across our place.

We were already running late to the dinner but Puck remained stationed at the couch. Since there was no way talking him out of the game, I decided to talk about the wedding.

"So, my parents are coming over soon. Though, they won't tell me when for some reason," I tell him sitting on the couch. He hums in acknowledgement eyes fixed on the television screen.

"And I still need to go to my last dress fitting in a few weeks," I say again to get his attention. No reply or reaction.

"And catering is finally finalized?" I get a nod.

I suddenly become angry and stand up to stand right in front of the television, blocking his view.

"Hey, I just missed that pass!" He yells standing up while throwing his hands in the air.

"I'm trying to talk to you!" I yell back. I turn around and manually turn off the television. "Can you just listen to me for once? Is that too much to ask? I bet you don't even know what our wedding colors are," I challenge.

"Of course, I do!" he replies. "…red and blue?"

"What the hell? Who the fuck would use those colors? They aren't even complementary!" I smack my forehead in frustration. I have to admit, my cursing days were of the past and you don't often see me doing it now. "Can we just…" I take a deep breath before starting again. "Can we just go to the dinner, because we're already late."

"Oh yeah, why didn't you tell me, San?"

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

We get into the car and I'm thankful that its night time, so he can't clearly see the tears of anger rolling down my face at the moment. I honestly can't imagine devoting myself to him and being his house wife, and having little Mohawk-ed children running around the house. It's too much, and I can't deal. He doesn't pay attention to me, and pretty sure he's tired of me, too. I know why I've decided to marry him though. But, I don't know why he decided to ask. No sparks have flown since high school and everything is just so dry now. But little old me, trying to please her parents has to deal with it.

We get to in front of the restaurant when Puck starts to take off his seatbelt, getting out of the car. He shuts the door and peeps in through the window.

"C'mon, Santana. We're here," he waves me to get out.

I shake my head looking straight ahead. I needed a moment.

"Wait, are you-are you crying? That whole wedding conversation is nothing to cry over," he hisses.

I keep my mouth shut so that I don't say one of my famous witty comebacks. I can't tolerate his ignorance nor his arrogance.

"Whatever. Just grow up already! You can't cry over stuff like this, cause guess what babe? Our lives together have just gotten started," and with that he leaves to go inside.

This breaks out another sob inside my chest as I realize this was not how I wanted to be married.

But, I realize everyone might wonder where I am, so I take out some tissues and wipe my face, reapplying my makeup. I look at myself once more before getting out of the car also.

The restaurant wasn't really an elegant one, but more of a cosy one. Reminded me of Breadstix back home. I glance around for any familiar faces, before I see Finn's head towering over everyone else's. Of course, he was always much taller than the rest of us. I see the seat next to Puck is the only one open and take it.

"Hey, Santana! We were just asking about you!" Sam announces.

"You know girls and their makeup," I play it off. It wasn't even really a lie either.

"Brittany here was just telling us about how she dances in her free time," Rachel fills me in. I look around the table and see notice Brittany. This was a Glee Club dinner, why is she here?

"Mmmhmm, girl, you need to show us your moves sometime. Maybe even teach Finn how to dance," everyone joins in laughing at Mercedes comment.

Finn raises his hand calming everyone down. "Hey now, I tried."

"Oh yeah, sure ya did. But I honestly love that look on you, Rachel. What is it?" Kurt asks interested.

"Oh, this lil' ol' thing? Well, if you must know…"

I tune everyone out from there and just stare at their mouths moving without comprehending. I had too much on my mind and honestly wasn't in the mood for much get-together-ing. I turn my head to look at Puck, and he's busy chatting away with Sam. On my other side, Mercedes is listening attentively at Kurt's and Rachel's discussion about different styles, while Finn just stares at Rachel. I feel my purse buzzing and check what it is pulling my phone out.

whats wrong?-Britt

I poke my head back up and look across the table to the said person. She's staring at me with a look of sympathy and concern. An eyebrow is raised and she waits patiently for my reply.

nothing….why?-SanLopez

As soon as I hit send, my head snaps back up to look at her. I assume she gets it because she looks down at the exact moment. I watch her fingers move across her keyboard as she replies.

your eyes are red and swollen. youve been crying obviously – Britt

My jaw drops in surprise. Shit, was it that noticeable? Or was she some god?

allergies.-SanLopez

Brittany replies shaking her head.

youre probably the worst liar ive ever known-Britt

Ouch. I am offended. My lying skills go all the way back since I was two, thank you very much.

youre probably the worst third wheel ive ever known-SanLopez I reply referring to how all of us Glee people know each other and she's the odd one out of the mix. I peek across and see her making an 'ouch' face before replying.

touché miss lopez touché – Britt

I unintentionally giggle at her comment, and some heads turn to me.

"What's so funny?" Puck asks. I quickly put my phone back in my purse.

"Nothing," I shrug looking down at my lap. I peek back up to look at Brittany and she's smiling. God, that smile kills my insides.

"I'm going to the restroom," I excuse myself. I need to make my puffy eyes less noticeable with more makeup. I push my chair out and get up, taking my purse with me. No one appeared to be in the restroom with me, and I was extremely grateful. No awkward stares or conversations. I glance at myself in the mirror saying the title, "Miss Santana Puckerman."

"Doesn't sound as good as Miss Santana Lopez," that persistent voice answers.

"Do you like to stalk women to restrooms? Because it seems like a recurring thing with you," I reply fixing my hair.

"Well, apparently so," Brittany retorts. She walks up so that she's in front of the sink next to me, leaning on it. "So you going to tell me why you were crying? Or why you came in so late? Though, I bet they're the same answer." I hated how she was able to make sense of things so easily without much of a hint. I could tell her my whole life story and she'd answer, "I know."

"That's honestly none of your business," I shoot back. I reapply my red lipstick while giving her a quick side glance.

She purses her lips and folds her arms. "Yeah, well I'm just trying to help you," she replies innocently.

"Well, stop." Curse my parents for raising such a bitch. I was being too cruel to this girl. She had puppies and ducks and unicorns and rainbows and just innocuous written all over her. But, then I remember her little plan of breaking up me and Puck and I think just about the opposite.

"I don't get you," Brittany suddenly says, and I'm taken aback at the random outburst.

"What are you-"

"You don't let anyone in. And when you don't, all of your problems will never go away. I'm just trying to be a friend here. You're the bad guy," she was now looking at me in the mirror with a smirk plastered on her face.

"Oh, hell, no," I turn so that we were now facing each other. "You're trying to be a 'friend'? In what world do your friends try to fuck you? Hell, even try to cause an affair? Okay, that whole song about 'If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends' is bullshit. If anything, you're the bad guy. And stop trying to play it off as all sweet and innocent!"

After I stop to take a few deep breaths, she starts to clap for me.

What the hell?

"You sure can sing," Brittany explains. I feel my face blush but bring her back to the conversation at hand.

"Wanna help? Just back off a little bit, okay? Because if you don't, I may actually do something stupid with you and-"

"Whoa, so you're saying there's a chance?" Brittany wiggles her eyebrows.

Damn, I need to think before I talk. I shake my head.

"No! Get it through your head!"

"Okay."

"I said, no! Can't you listen-you said what, now?" I begin to get fired up.

"I said okay," Brittany shrugs.

"Okay as in…?"

"I'll leave you alone. From now on, if we ever see each other, either you initiated it or fate has laid a hand. Bye, Santana," she leaves the restroom and leaves me there without much of a say.

The rest of the dinner, I continue to hear silent murmuring of everyone talking but I didn't say a word.


"Quinn Fabray coming in," Tina informs me.

"Okay, thanks."

I fix blouse so that I look presentable and stack the sheets of messy papers all over my desk. Silently, I pray that she didn't bring any company with her this time. I hear three knock on my door and the intruder to come in.

"Hello, Miss Lopez!" she greets excitedly.

I look and check behind her for any unwanted guests. "I see Brittany isn't here?" Quinn shakes her head no. "Good. Let me let you in on a few professional secrets. Never bring in non-party members to meetings like this, highly unprofessional."

She nods in understanding. "I'm sorry, won't happen again."

I bring out a file, and set out papers in front of so that they were facing her. "If I were you, I would read all of them before signing," I help.

"Of course." She begins to read through while I tap my fingers waiting impatiently.

"So, tell me about you and Brittany?" I find myself asking surprising both Quinn and myself.

She places the papers down and recalls. "Um, well. We went to school together. I've actually known her since we were five and we did dance classes together. It's crazy because our mothers were just as best friends as we were."

"Yeah, I heard she was a dancer," I remember.

Quinn hums in agreement. "Whenever her dad comes back to tend to the bar, she wants to go and pursue her whole dancing career, and if anything, own a studio."

It's like Quinn had shed a whole new light on my perspective of Brittany. She didn't seem as evil.

"Well, good for her," I let out weakly.

"Yeah. We both have big dreams. Mine just came sooner than hers," Quinn replies remembering that she needs to go over the contract. She picks up the papers once again and starts reading.

My phone starts to ring at the exact moment, and I apologize to Quinn as I answer it.

"Santana Lopez, President speaking," I greet my usual greeting.

"Hey, Santana, you have a couple of guests here at the front desk-" Tina starts.

"Get your ass on down here!" I could hear Mercedes interrupt. I hear quite a bit of shuffling on the phone before it quiets down. "We were wondering if you wanted to do lunch."

"Um," I glance at the clock above my door. Thirty minutes until lunch break. "My lunch break isn't until for a while, so can you guys just come up and relax for a little bit?"

"Good, cause we brought lunch to you. How does Chinese sound?"

It sounds pretty good right now, actually.

"On our way up!" I hear Rachel yell.

I put up the land phone and look back at Quinn. She's still silently reading, but almost done. "Hey, I hope you don't mind that a few people will be coming up soon. But they won't disturb us."

"It's totally fine," Quinn waves it off.

A few more minutes pass as I wait for her to be done, or for them to come up.

I hear three knocks on the door again, and tell them to come in. I stand up to walk over to them at the door.

"Oh goodness gracious, this is so perfect," Kurt says admiring the room. I don't blame him. It looked like an office ripped right out from a movie with its colored walls (one devoted to skyline gazing), and modern furniture. It was pretty big, too.

"I know, right?" I agree giving Kurt a hug.

"Are these leather seats?" Mercedes feels the couch at the back of my office. "Pink leather seats?" she sits their ogling in admiration.

"It would appear so," I chuckle.

"Dear God, Santana, you could live here you even have a fridge!" Rachel screeches in excitement. She walks over and opens it peering inside.

I just smile at the three of them because of how much I miss them. Kurt leans so he can look behind me. "Who's she?" he whispers but not really.

I turn around as if I don't know what he's talking about and point to her. "Her?"

He nods.

"Hey, Quinn, why don't you come and introduce yourself to my friends," I push. She smiles before she gets up to stand next to me.

"Um, hi, I'm Quinn," she lets out.

"You are probably the most adorable thing ever!" Rachel notices her then. "I mean seriously, Santana, her voice is so soft and look how cute her sense of style is, I mean, you must have a boyfriend," Rachel insists. I raise an eyebrow at her forwardness.

"Actually, I don't."

"What? Why not?" Mercedes joins in then. She was still relaxing on my couch.

"Because I'm gay," and she says it proudly.

It was amazing how fast all of our facial expressions changed to that of surprise. "Welcome to the club," Kurt winks.

"Ah. Well you're quite attractive is all I'm saying," Rachel shrugs.

"Rach, your gay is totally showing," I mumble.

"You of all people would have a gaydar, Santana" Rachel fires back. Hold on, a second.

"Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, we all see the way you look at that one girl, Brittany."

"She does have a point," Kurt remarkably agrees.

"Seriously, I mean, has Puck said anything about it? 'Cause we all definitely noticed," Mercedes adds.

Quinn looks back and forth between us before saying, "Maybe I should leave-"

"Are you done with the contracts?" I ask. She nods and I dismiss her. "Anyway, I don't know what you guys are talking about."

"We'll discuss over Chinese," Kurt decides. We rearrange my furniture so that all of the chairs faced the glass table in the center and set the food out on the table. I grab a box and start digging in praying they forgot about the previous conversation.

"So about Brittany," Mercedes starts. Damn it.

"Nothing about Brittany I have no idea what you guys are talking about. I'm marrying Puck and I'm not gay and-"

"Cut it, Santana. If we're talking about people with a gaydar, mine is pretty strong. And I guess since the time we've spent a way from each other, it's starting to show. I mean, at the beach I tried to talk to you like, three times. But you were always staring at something. And when I would look where, it'd be Brittany. The look on your face practically said, 'I'm totally gay for you, Brittany'," Kurt rants.

I bite my bottom lip not realizing this myself. "I was just thinking and happened to be looking in her general direction."

"What were you thinking about?" Rachel asks taking a swig of a drink she found in my fridge.

"…the wedding. I was thinking about the wedding."

"Oh, yeah! Aren't you excited?" Mercedes ask suddenly interested.

I had to think of my answer carefully so that I wasn't lying, but I didn't sound too bad. "I just wanna get it over with, honestly."

Kurt cocks his head to the side. "Why do you say that?"

I look at the three of them making sure I can trust them with the information I was about to release. "I want to call it off. I don't want to marry him," I look at their questioning faces and continue. "He just ignores me. Acts like I'm not even there. He prefers our television to me. And he keeps things from me. I just really hate it. I hate it so much," I shake my head telling myself not to cry.

"Then call it off! Why are you still going on with the marriage?" Rachel asks.

"My parents. You guys remember how my parents were. I'm their only child and I have to make them proud!"

"Oh, yeah. Makes so much sense. Maybe you can just talk to them about it," Mercedes suggests.

Kurt adds in, too, "Yeah, call them now. We'll be here."

I consider what they said, and bring out my phone to call my mom. It's been a while so I woudn't be surprised if she picked up in 3 sec-

"Santana, hija! Dónde has estado? You haven't called! How are you and Puck? Have you set up the nursery for my grandchildren? You know I would love if you had a girl and-"

"Mami!" I cut her off. "May I talk for a second, please?"

"Bien, talk." I give one more look to Kurt, Mercedes, and Rachel before continuing.

"I haven't been feeling much affection towards Puck lately, and he hasn't either. I don't think I want to marry him, anymore."

"Stop that nonsense, Santana. Of course you two are getting married! If you don't marry him, then tell me, who will you marry? By this age, you should have a child by now. But to go out and find another husband and go through everything you went thought with Puck? That'll probably take another five years, and I'll be an old woman by then! I want to see my grandchildren!"

"But, I don't love-love him anymore, mami!" I yell into the phone.

"Put it on speaker," Rachel whispers. I nod and do it setting the phone in the center of the table.

"Santana, so much effort and money has gone into this wedding. And you're saying you want to throw it all away?" my mother questions.

"I'm saying I don't want to marry Puck," I say sternly.

"And why are you telling me this? Por qué?"

"Because I know you'll be upset about it."

"Well, I am. But you're marrying him, whether you like it or not."

"What do you mean, whether you like it or not?"

"I mean, I already invited the family from everywhere. They're all coming to see their cousin or niece or whatever get married! So, listen. Now every relationship is perfect. You two have just hit a bump in the road, is all. Now, I have to go. Voy a hablar con usted más tarde. Adiós."

And the phone goes dead.

"I'm sorry," Mercedes mumbles while I groan in frustration.


"I'm home early," I yell to announce my arrival. "Did you get dinner, Puck?" I don't hear a reply and walk over to the bedroom door. It's shut and I plant my ear on the door. All I heard was moaning and grunts and just about every sex noise you could make. My eyes go wide realizing this.

"Wow, you're good, Anastasia," I hear him say through the door. Who the hell is Anastasia?

"Anything for you, Pucky," a female voice replies. Pucky?

I honestly wasn't surprised. He was bored of me. The feeling was mutual anyway. I know I'm supposed to be a whole bitch about cheating during our engagement, but at this point I don't even care. So, I grab my keys and head back out as if I never entered.

I didn't know where I was going. I just started driving to wherever. Though, my destination surprised me. I sat in my car in front of Pierce, the bar Brittany works at, just staring at the 'open' sign in the window. I contemplate making my way inside, but didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

So, I just sit. And wait for nothing, I guess.

Then, I see the blonde come out holding a bag in her hands, walking over to a car. Her, car I assume. She puts the back in the trunk before locking it, and heads back inside before she notices me.

"Santana?" Brittany asks squinting her eyes. She walks closer to my car to get a better look at me. Once she confirms that I am who I am, she walks around and enters through the passenger door.

"What are you doing hiding out here?" she asks me.

I still haven't looked her in the face yet, and try to form words in my mouth. "I had to get away from Puck," I admit then looking at her.

"Well, you don't want to do anything about it, so quit complaining," she deadpans.

I open my mouth to reply with some witty comeback, but this girl has me speechless.

"He's cheating on you, isn't he?"

Now, I look her in the eyes. I never noticed before, but they were such a crystal blue, they left me hypnotized.

"And you think it would be such a horrible thing if you fooled around with somebody? Your relationship is already unfaithful. So if he gets to have fun, I think you should, too," Brittany reasons.

I shake my head because I don't want to be that kinda girl.

"I've wanted to kiss you again," I find myself admitting. Shit, can't believe I said that out loud.

"Do it." She basically was offering herself to me as she leaned across the armrest just waiting for me to make a move.

I say sorry to whoever I should be feeling sorry for before I bring my lips slowly to hers. This kiss was much different from the other one; it was truthfully more deep and passionate and much, much slower.

I breakaway leaning my forehead on to hers licking my lips.

"This is so wrong," I whisper.

"But, it's so right," Brittany finishes against my lips, pulling me in for another kiss.


This chapter went in a different direction than I had plan! And the Spanish, is basically already in English form, I just kinda repeated what I said in English. Review!

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Other story in the works: Leather Jackets and Overalls