A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long! I got lost in life and then my muse went on vacation without telling me! If you don't like it, what the hell are you doing searching two guys anyway? Enjoy!

Also I would just like to thank SouthernHemmy, wearemagnetised, justmissp, Faia Sakura, krynny for reviewing my story! Please read and review!

Disclaimer: No I do not own Glee, because if I did all these little Puckurt moments would have happened.

Chapter 4: Santana

Santana was a bitch and she knew it. She slept with as many guys as she could and she picked on Rachel Berry. She was also proud of her bitch status, and she never let anything get in the way of that. However, she had secrets, just like everyone else. Her secrets included her liking of Glee club, being in love with Brittany S. Pierce, and caring about Kurt. For some reason, she loved that chocolate haired gay boy, which was why on a rainy night she went to Kurt's for advice and a shoulder to cry on…

Santana had been standing on the Hudmel's(as they were so affectionately called) porch for twenty minutes now. It was pouring rain, there was lightning flashing around her, and it was pitch black outside. She really needed Kurt, and when she had pulled up to his driveway, she saw that his father and Carole were probably out, and she was hoping Finn would be as well. No need for more than one person to see her cry. She banged on the door one more time, only to have the door not open at all. She threw her hands up in the air and turned to march back to her car.

" Santana?" a voice said behind her. The voice sounded confused, it was also not a voice that usually belonged inside that house, but it was a voice that Santana would recognize from anywhere.

So she turned around and was faced with a panting, blushing, half-naked Noah Puckerman. " Puck? What the hell are you doing here?" Santana asked. Although she had a pretty good idea of what Puck was doing here, even if it didn't make sense to her.

" Noah, baby, who is it?" an equally half-naked Kurt Hummel asked as he came up to the doorway.

Puck opened the door a bit wider and blushed further as Kurt saw just who was at the door. Kurt's eyes widened comically as he stared open-mouthed at Santana.

" Santana?" Kurt said, his eyes still disbelieving.

" Hey Hummel," Santana replied casually, then added with a nod in his direction, " Puck."

" Santana," Puck replied, with a nod to her.

" So…umm, what are you doing here…at eleven-thirty at night?" Kurt asked, attempting to act as if this was a normal occurrence.

" I could ask the same thing about Puckerman," Santana replied with one eyebrow raised and her arms crossed over her chest.

" He's here because he's playing video games," Kurt replied, blushing from the tips of his toes to his ears.

" With you, Hummel? Because Finn's at Berry's place," Santana replied, watching the way the boys squirmed in front of her, and enjoying every minute of it. Suddenly, she forgot why the hell she was bothering Kurt at such an hour anyway.

" Umm…maybe you should come inside. It's pouring and I don't want to be responsible for you getting a cold," Kurt said, pulling Puck by the hand back from the door so Santana could cross over the threshold.

Once she was inside and all nice and dry in Kurt's sweatpants and a t-shirt, they all sat in the living room, feeling awkward(in Noah's case), nervous(in Kurt's case), or just plain amused(in Santana's case).

" So…" Kurt started.

" How long have you been sleeping with Puckerman?" Santana asked, bluntly.

Kurt spluttered and his face turned bright red. Puck just sat in silence, but she could tell by the slight hitch in his breathing and widening of his eyes that he was shocked. She also saw Puck's eyes flicker over to Kurt as if waiting for Kurt to answer.

" Umm… Santana, I don't know why you would think…that…" Kurt started slowly, but she cut him off with, " Look, Hummel, both of you are alone in a house, half-naked at midnight so you really shouldn't be surprised that I would figure it out. Oh, by the way, if that hadn't given it away that you were getting your gay on with Puckerman, you also called Puck 'Noah' and 'baby' when you came to the door. That just proves my theory. I rest my case." And with that she crossed her legs and sat back on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest, smirking at the two boys and waiting for one of them to crack. They always do.

Puck looked over at Kurt, and Kurt looked straight at Santana before lowering his eyes to his lap and replying, " Eight months." She could see the breathe leave Puck's chest in a rush that had to have been relief by the look on his face.

" You've been screwing Puck for eight months?" Santana asked, her eyebrows raised.

" No. I've been dating Puck for eight months," Kurt answered, quietly. Puck smiled and reached over to take Kurt's hand in his. Santana watched as he rubbed circles with his thumb on the top of the smaller boy's hand. Kurt looked up at Puck, and she could see the relief that Puck wasn't mad written all over his face.

" How come no one noticed? Does anyone else know?" she asked, her voice softer than it was before as she witnessed the love on both boy's faces.

" I decided it would be best if no one else knew, for Noah's sake. I didn't want him to go through what I've been through my entire life. So far, only you and Rachel know. We've been extra careful not to stare, kiss, or touch anywhere in public. And Noah only comes around when I know Finn and our parents are gone. I also make sure he's gone before anyone comes home, and that he parks his truck a little bit down the road so no one suspects anything. I love him far too much for him to get into trouble with the other jocks," Kurt explained. Santana just stared with wide, unblinking eyes at what Kurt would go through for Puck, to make sure the older boy is safe, where he never had that luxury. She looked at Puck who glanced at her before looking down. She caught the look and the tears in his eyes before he did though; it screamed guilt, sadness, hope, and love.

Kurt looked at Puck and saw that his head was down. He went and nuzzled up to the other boy, who turned quickly and threw his arms around Kurt before crying out that he was sorry for everything he did before and how Kurt should dump him because he wasn't worth the trouble and he didn't deserve someone as good as Kurt was. She turned her head away to give the boys a moment, and she heard the murmured assurances from Kurt that Noah was forgiven, that he would never dump him and he deserved to be loved just as much as anyone…but most of all what she heard was the whispered words of love between the two and she heard the soft kisses being exchanged. She felt her own eyes tear up, and so she stood and bid them goodbye before hurrying out the door and to her car before leaving. Once she was down the road she had to stop because she couldn't see through the tears streaming down her face. She only wished that she could be loved like that.

So, yes, Santana was a bitch. She was proud of her status. She could get and had had many guys in her young lifetime. However, she carried around secrets, and those were that she liked being in Glee club, was in love with Brittany, caring about Kurt, and her most recent addition was the love between Kurt and Puck…which was her most special secret of all.