The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Chapter 8
A/N: Again, I'm terribly sorry for the wait! I'm hoping the inspiration will start coming easier for me!
Brittany and Santana are still sitting quietly in Santana's room. They finish up their dinner, and Santana carefully wads up the paper, stuffing it into the subway bag. She stands up from her seat and holds her hand out for Brittany's trash.
The blonde smiles and wads hers up, before handing it over to Santana with a soft, "Thank you," She watches the Latina make her way towards the door, and she stops her just as she's about to walk out. "Do you want to like watch a movie or something?" Brittany asks suddenly and a bit unsurely. They haven't really hung out much. Santana usually keeps herself locked away in her room. If she does come out and hang out with Brittany it's normally not for a long time.
It makes Santana stop in her tracks and slowly turn around. She just shrugs her shoulders, "Sure." She replies simply. She stands hovering in the doorway, biting down on her lip, wondering if she should go throw the trash away, or wait for Brittany to say something else. She doesn't want to be rude and just walk out, if the blonde is going to say something.
"I'll pick one out, unless there is something you'd like to watch." Brittany suggests, standing up from her chair. "Emily has a pretty good collection that she left behind." She says with a smile, making her way over to the DVD case.
Santana releases her lip and soothes the bite with her tongue, before replying. "You can pick one out. Whatever you want is fine with me." She replies with a soft smile, before walking out of Emily's room. She goes downstairs into the kitchen to throw their trash away. She sees Ashley and Susan sitting on the couch in the living room and she prays, that they don't hear her and stop her. She doesn't really mind Susan, but she doesn't want to talk to Ashley.
Susan's reading a book and Ashley is flipping through the TV channels, eating a bowl of cereal. They don't even budge as she makes her way into the kitchen and then back up the stairs. Thankfully.
Santana walks back into Emily's room and closes the door behind her, after Brittany asks her to. The blonde is already lying back on her bed with her back against the headboard, pushing buttons on the DVD remote to turn the movie on.
Santana bites down on her lip, debating on where she should sit. Emily has a queen sized bed so even is she sits on the bed, mirroring Brittany's position, they wouldn't be right on top of each other. But still was that too close? Should she go back and sit on the computer chair? It's not really that comfortable, and she doesn't really want to sit on it for a close to 2 hour movie, but she also doesn't know if she should crawl up next to Brittany.
She opts for just placing herself down at the foot of the bed, letting her feet dangle off the edge. The main menu of the DVD pops up as she sits down, and she can't help but smile. The lion king. This was always her favorite movie as a kid, and it makes her feel all warm inside that Brittany had obviously remembered. She hasn't' watched the movie since she stayed with Brittany the first time.
"I don't bite y'know." Brittany says, and Santana can hear the smirk in her voice. Santana turns her head to look at Brittany who is now patting the empty space next to her. "Come get comfortable." She adds giving Santana a warm look.
Santana turns back around and bites down on her lip, contemplating if she should move or not. It doesn't take too much thought though, and she's carefully scooting back on the bed until her back this against the headboard.
She settles herself, letting her legs fall straight out onto the bed, and she looks over, sensing Brittany's eyes on her. The blonde is smiling at her. Santana gives her a small smile back and the blonde pushes play on the remote, averting her attention to the TV. Santana's eyes stay on the blonde a moment longer. She watches as Brittany's eyes light up with a childlike innocence as the movie begins. It makes Santana's heart beat a little faster against her ribcage. She quickly looks away though, not wanting to be caught staring.
o0o
Throughout the movie Brittany is singing along to all the songs. It makes Santana's heart swell and she tries her best to bite back a smile, and act unfazed by Brittany's adorableness. She hides a few chuckles behind coughs into her fist.
Her and Brittany used to always watch Disney movies, and sing along to them. The Pierce's own every Disney movie ever made. It never failed to make Santana's eyes widen as she looked the tall shelf up and down, picking out their next movie.
They'd mostly watch the movie's by themselves in Brittany's room. They'd dance around, jumping on the bed and singing at the top of their lungs to all the songs. It was the best time of Santana's life. She really wishes she could just go back to that time period. When she was young, innocent and living with the Pierce's. Sure she was living with them now, but she's neither young or innocent anymore.
Life just gets too complicated as you get older.
Towards the end of the movie, Santana finds herself unconsciously singing along to the ending song. It took until the song was just about over, for her to realize she was singing with Brittany. She quickly stops, glancing over at the blonde. But Brittany is too wrapped up in her own singing to even notice Santana had begun, let alone stopped.
The movie comes to and end, and Santana lets out a yawn, shifting in her spot, to slide down slightly. It's only a little after 10 and she's beyond tired. She feels extremely lame.
Brittany gets up off the bed, and takes the DVD out of the player, and puts it back in the case. Santana's eyes follow her sleepily around the room, watching her every movement. She's so graceful. She makes, putting a DVD up and turning the TV off, look like the nutcracker. It amazes Santana.
"You have an amazing voice San," Brittany says quietly, as she places the DVD back on the shelf on the other side of Emily's bedroom.
Santana's eyes widen, and she sits up a little straighter. Apparently Brittany had heard her. She just shrugs, and tries to look as nonchalant as possible, "Whatever." She dismisses. "Nowhere near that Rachel girl in glee today." She adds quietly. She wishes she was, but that girl was incredible. She's going to be a star for sure.
Brittany waves her hand in the air, brushing the comment off with a grimace. "You're better than her." She tells the brunette truthfully. She makes her way back over to the bed, and crawls back into her spot next to Santana. "She'd never admit that though." She adds, rolling her eyes slightly. "She thinks she is best at everything."
"You don't like her." Santana notes, eying the blonde next to her. Its not really a question, because it seems obvious. So really, she guesses she is stating the obvious.
The blonde shrugs, "I don't not like anyone." She says with a bright smile. "She can just be annoying sometimes." She adds a little quieter. "She just hogs all the songs and stuff, and never lets anyone else do anything." She explains. "I mean, I don't really care because I'm not a great singer, I just like to dance, but there are a lot of really good people in the group who don't get to sing." She says with a hint of a pout.
Santana can't stop a tiny grin from forming on her face, watching Brittany pout. Her brows are furrowed slightly like she's remembering someone in the group who can sing, or a time when Rachel hogged the spot light. She looks a little sad, and confused like a puppy when he hears a high pitched, strange noise.
The brunette doesn't respond, she just lets out a sigh, and shuffles back down onto the bed. She pulls the covers up around her body, thankful that she pretty much always wears sweats now, so she doesn't have to get up and change. "You have a really nice voice." Santana mumbles sleepily, letting her eyes slip closed.
Brittany simply beams and even though Santana has her eyes closed, she can feel it. She knows she's doing it. It makes an embarrassed flush creep up on her cheeks, and she keeps her eyes closed.
"Thank you." Brittany whispers sincerely.
o0o0o0o
Santana wakes up the next morning, her loud annoying alarm clock going off in her ear. She reaches over, shutting it off before burying her head back into her pillow. But that's when she realizes, her pillow feels nothing like a pillow. Her eyes snap open and she looks down. She's lying on top of Brittany.
She has no clue how it happened. She's pretty sure she fell asleep only minutes after Brittany told her thank you, for complimenting her voice last night. Brittany must have stayed in the room with her and fell asleep also.
How she landed on top of her, she's not sure.
She feels Brittany shift underneath her, and feels her heart race pick up. Will Brittany be mad? Of course, she'll be mad! They're cuddling and she has a freaking boyfriend. It's not like last time when she was comforting her, and holding her as she was crying. They are just straight up cuddling.
Santana carefully picks herself up off of the blonde. When she sits up she notices the girl looking at her with a tired smile. Santana just smiles back awkwardly, and shuffles over to her side of the bed, curling up in the blanket.
"Where are you going?" Brittany asks, her voice thick with sleep. It also has a hint of amusement to it. "You were warm." She adds, pulling the covers up higher to her chest to cover her body that's now exposed to the cool air.
Santana lets out an awkward chuckle, but doesn't move. She buries her face into the covers and closes her eyes. She'd noticed Brittany's attire, and it wasn't her cheerio's uniform she'd been wearing last night, when the movie had ended. Brittany had gone into her room to change, then came back to get in bed with her.
"What are you smiling at?" Brittany asks with a chuckle, poking at Santana's cheek.
The brunette's smile fades and her eyes snap open. She hadn't realized she'd been smiling. "Nothing." Santana lies, looking up to meet ocean blue eyes.
"Well keep doing it." Brittany tells her with a warm smile of her own. "I love your smile." She says sincerely. Santana gives her a timid smile and her eyes look down at her hands that are clutching the blanket to her chest. "We should get ready for school." Brittany suggests, throwing the blankets off of her body.
She stands up and stretches her arms above her head, before looking back down at Santana. The brunette hasn't budged. She's just staring up at Brittany with tired eyes.
"Come on lazy." Brittany says jokingly. She pulls the covers off of Santana, who shrieks in response and grasps tighter at the covers, trying to pull them back over her. "We're going to be late." Brittany giggles. She crawls back up on the bed, hovering over Santana who was completely covered up by the comforter.
Santana shakes her head from underneath her cocoon. "I don't wanna go to school." She mumbles quietly. "I don't feel good."
Brittany's brows furrow, and she gently pulls the blanket away from Santana's face. "I thought you liked school. You were so excited when you found out you could go." Brittany says, confused. She reaches out and pushes a stray piece of hair behind Santana's ear, giving her a gentle look. Santana doesn't respond. "What's the matter?" Brittany asks carefully.
Santana inhales deeply and averts her eyes away from Brittany. "I just don't like feeling like I'm some kind of animal at a zoo." She replies quietly. "I just want to go to class, but everyone just stares at me or whispers about me." She explains. "I don't like it."
Brittany frowns and runs her fingers through Santana's brown hair. "I understand." She says quietly with a nod. "But it'll get better, I promise." She assures her. It doesn't make Santana feel much better though. "This is a small town, and everything just gets blown out of proportion. One thing happens and it's all anyone can talk about for a few days. But something else will happen and you will be old news very soon."
Santana bites down on her lip and slowly nods her head. She still looks nervous, but she slowly sits up, to get out of bed.
"Just hang in there, and I'm with you alright? If you need anything at all, I'll be there with you. Even if I'm not in class with you, just text me. My number is in that phone mom gave you alright?" She says, ducking her head to make eye contact with Santana.
"Okay." Santana says simply giving her a week smile, meeting Brittany's blue eyes.
o0o0o
Santana walks into her English class, and makes her way over to her desk she'd chosen for herself yesterday. It's in between two girls. She has yet to talk to or meet them, nor does she really plan to, but she feels better sitting in between girls than boys.
But when she approaches her desk, she notices, the red head from yesterday isn't sitting next to her. It's Artie.
She looks at him, and he's staring at her, but she doesn't say anything. She just cautiously sits down in her seat, trying to avoid looking at him. She places her bag down on the floor and digs through it for her English book and a pen. She has no idea why the hell he is sitting next to her, but she can't deny that she's a little curious. A little nervous too.
"So Santana," His voice finally says.
She grimaces, and takes in a deep breath composing herself, before turning towards him with a small smile. "Artie." She greets back with a small head nod. He's frowning at her, and it quickly makes her smile disappear.
His eyes are boring into her, and she can feel her cheeks flush. Her eyes shift around uncomfortably, and she debates on moving seats. But there are no more open. She's stuck here. Hopefully the teacher will come in soon.
"How is living with Brittany?" He asks. She can tell he really doesn't care how she's adjusting or how she is doing. She really doesn't know why he even asked. Is he looking for a certain answer? Is he just doing this because Brittany told him to look after her? She definitely doesn't need him looking after her, nor does she want him near her.
"It's great." Santana responds simply, nodding her head to confirm her statement. "Just like old times."
He narrows his eyes at her briefly, "Oh right, you've lived with them before." He states, rather than asks. But she nods her head anyway. "Why? and why are you back now?" He just about spits out. She doesn't think he'd meant it to come out so harsh. He hates her, she's aware, but she knows he's trying to control it. Otherwise he'll be in trouble with Brittany.
"Brittany hasn't told you?" She asks curiously. She isn't really sure who, and what Brittany has told about herself or why she's staying with them. She hopes she hasn't said anything at all to anyone.
He shakes his head slowly, and she lets out a breath of relief.
Before another word can be spoken, the teacher walks in. Santana just about shrieks in happiness when the older woman walks into the room. it means she doesn't have to talk to Artie anymore. Tomorrow, she'll make a note to get here earlier so she can avoid sitting next to him.
o0o0o
Santana is standing up against her locker, her books pressed tightly up against her chest. School is over, and she's waiting on Brittany. The blonde has cheerio's practice now, and she told her she'd meet her at her locker when she's out of her last class.
She's trying to stay as close to the lockers as possible. So close that it seems as if she's trying to mold herself into it. Students are packing the hallway, eagerly trying to push one another out the doors. She's just trying to stay out of the mess. It's like someone opened up a gate for a heard of cows. And she's so tiny, she'd easily get trampled.
Finally, she sees Brittany walking down the hallway towards her. More like gliding. The crowd seems to part for her, and she easily makes her way through the madness without being touched. She has a megawatt smile, and her eyes lock with Santana's.
It makes Santana feel just as weightless. Like she's floating in the air, just like Brittany seems to be doing. The madness in the hall is all a faded and out of focus. She smiles back just as widely, and grips onto her things even tighter, trying to patiently wait for Brittany to reach her.
"Hey Britt Britt." Santana greets as soon as the blonde is in front of her. She's smiling so hard, it's starting to hurt her face, but she can't seem to wipe it away. She hasn't seen Brittany in 3 class periods, and although it's kind of pathetic, she's already missing her.
"Hi." Brittany greets, her smile just as big as Santana's.
They stare at each other for a few minutes, each wrapped up in each other. Santana doesn't even notice the other blonde, standing next to them, eying them both. "Hey Santana." Quinn finally greets.
Santana's eyes tear away from Brittany and snap over to Quinn. She gives a sheepish smile, and feels her cheeks burning bright red. "Hi." She mutters, averting her eyes down to the ground. She hadn't even noticed Quinn was standing there. Had she been there the whole time? God, she must have seen her looking like a total fool.
Santana's eyes move back over to Brittany, who is staring at her. She's still wearing a smile, but it's not as big. It makes Santana smile back shyly, before having to avert her eyes away from this blonde also.
"Alright, I'm going to practice. I'll see you there, whenever you guys are done with whatever…this is…" Quinn says, gesturing between the two. She gives them a pointed look, before squeezing in between them, and making her way out to the field.
"I guess, we should go." Brittany says with a small giggle. Santana's glaring down the hallway at Quinn's retreating figure.
But at Brittany's voice, she looks over at the girl, and smiles. "Okay." She says, nodding in agreement.
They turn and start heading for the doors, leading outside to the field.
"Brittany, why was Artie talking to me in class today? Did you tell him to?" Santana asks suddenly. She'd been debating all day, what she'd ask Brittany. She wanted to say something to her about how she doesn't need him to look after her, or anything. But she also doesn't want to upset the blonde. She knows she's just trying to help.
Brittany smiles and gives Santana a shrug, "Of course I told him to." She responds as if she did a good thing. "He's my boyfriend, and I want you guys to be friends. Also I know you've been having a hard time, so I figured, you'd feel better having someone you know sit with you and talk to you." She explains, as they emerge through the doors.
Santana winces and brings her hand up to shield away the harsh sun. "It makes it worse." She responds bitterly. Brittany just looks at her confused. "I don't want your boyfriend talking to me Brittany." She says a little harshly. Way harsher than she'd meant. Uh oh.
"You don't like him?" Brittany asks, stopping. She turns towards the Latina, and studies her face. Santana doesn't respond, but that's enough of an answer for Brittany. She scoffs and starts walking again, leaving Santana behind.
Santana looks a little surprised at the small outburst. She also feels a little guilty. She'd never seen Brittany upset, and she has definitely never been the one to cause it. Not since they were little anyway. But that didn't count, she was 5 and didn't know any better. "Brittany, I'm sorry." Santana apologizes. She picks up her pace, trying to keep up with the blonde, but Brittany's legs are a lot longer and quicker than her own. "Brittany." Santana says, a little more sternly, trying to get the blonde to stop or at least slow down.
"You're just like Quinn!" Brittany says suddenly. She stops abruptly and whips around to face Santana. It makes the brunette jump a little, not expecting the 2nd outburst. This one much more abrupt. "She hates him, and she has no good reason. You don't even know him!" Brittany just about screams at her. "You're not being fair."
Santana sighs deeply, and closes her eyes, not wanting to scream at Brittany, or say anything she will regret. "If we're talking fair, he doesn't like me either." She says quietly, shrugging her shoulders. She doesn't want to argue with the blonde, but she also wants to point out the obvious. He has no reason to not like her either.
"Sure he does." Brittany assures her. But even she doesn't sound convinced. "He's just protective of me, and he's a little insecure…" Brittany explains.
Santana's eyes narrow, "What the hell is he afraid I'm gong to do?" She asks confused. "Like, stab you in your sleep or something?"
Brittany shrugs and looks around awkwardly. "I mean, he knows I'm into girls also, so I guess he's afraid I'll cheat or leave him or something, now that we're living in the same house." She explains. "He's super paranoid, because not only does he have to worry about boys, but girls too. Although I tell him all the time to trust me." She says, her voice dripping with annoyance.
"Does he know that I'm…" Santana starts, but stops, not being able to say the word. She's said it a few times before, but it's still hard to get out sometimes. Especially in a public place, where anyone could overhear. Not that there is anyone around.
Brittany shakes her head furiously. "No, I told you I wouldn't tell anyone. That includes him." She reassures the Latina. "He just thinks, anyone I talk to, I'm sleeping with." She says, rolling her eyes. "You could be a gay man, and he'd think it was just a cover up so he wouldn't get suspicious."
Santana's eyes widen slightly at that. That's extremely jealous; too much. A little jealousy is good, it means the person cares, but that's just psycho. But instead of commenting, she just nods in response. Her eyes drop down to the ground, and she kicks around a small rock on the concrete. She doesn't know what to say now. Should she apologize again? Brittany does have a point, she doesn't know him. He could be an awesome guy. She just has a bad vibe about him. Or maybe she's the jealous.
No, of course not. Brittany isn't hers.
"I need to get to practice." Brittany breaks the silence. Santana looks back up at her and nods, before following her to the field. She watches Brittany go out on the field with the rest of the team, and she makes her way back up the bleachers. She sits about 4 rows up on the 20 yard line. This is the side Brittany had been on last practice, during their dance.
She watches the blonde start stretching with Quinn and another girl she's never met before. She's seen her around school, and she's in her math class though.
Santana lets out a heavy sigh. She really hopes Brittany isn't mad at her. Because she's totally right. Santana has no reason to hate Artie. Brittany said he was overly jealous, but since she's been here, he hasn't done anything awful to Brittany. Not that she's told her about anyways. They've gotten into a few fights, but Brittany always brushes it off and says he's being stupid and it's no big deal.
"Hey hot stuff." Puck says, sitting down next to her. He's wearing his usual smirk, and it makes her roll her eyes.
"God, would you please just leave me alone." Santana says, clearly frustrated. He's been trying to talk to her all day today. She swears he's like following her or something. "I'm not interested." She says, moving her eyes back onto the field to watch Brittany.
She hears him let out a small breathy chuckle. "I brought you something." He says, just brushing the comments off. Obviously, not planning on leaving her alone anytime soon. But she doesn't respond. Not even a glance. "Come on." He says, nudging her shoulder with his own.
She sighs deeply, "No thanks." She responds quickly, still not moving her eyes away from the field.
"You don't even know what it is." He continues. He rummages around the pocket on the inside of his jacket, and it makes her look over.
She doesn't want him pulling out some weapon or something dangerous. She eyes his hand carefully, ready to flee. He pulls out a plastic baggy full of weed. Her eyes widen, and she glances around the stadium, making sure nobody else is around. Without a word though, she looks back over to the cheerio's, ignoring him.
"What do you say?" He asks with a grin. He nudges her again, she still doesn't respond. "Come on, it'll only take a few minutes, we'll be back before they're done." He prompts. "It has to be more fun than sitting here watching them." He says, nodding his head towards the girls on the field.
"I like watching them." She responds with a shrug.
"Fine, we'll smoke for like 5 minutes and come back. It'll be even better when you're high." He says with a chuckle. "Come on, you always seem so tense. This will just loosen you up."
Santana pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and glances over at him. She quickly looks back over at Brittany. She doesn't need to do this. and she really doesn't need to go away somewhere alone with Puck. Who knows what he may do. "Just under the bleachers?" She finally asks, quietly. It was close enough so that all she has to do is shout, and someone will hear.
She's not looking at him, but his triumphant grin just about slaps her in the face. "Promise. And no funny business." He says, as if he'd been reading her mind.
She looks back over at him, studying his face. Even though he's wearing one of those shit eating grins, she can tell he's serious. He's annoying as hell, but maybe he's not stupid. "Okay." She finally agrees.
He does a little fist pump and jumps up, motioning for her to follow.
o0o0o
Santana holds the joint up to her lips and inhales deeply. Her eyes flutter shut at the sensation. She hears Puck chuckle making her open her eyes back up. He's staring at her smiling.
"Take it easy." He tells her, pulling the joint out of her hand. She just plucks it out of his hand once again and takes another long drag. She exhales easily, and he raises his brows. "You've done this before." He notes, impressed.
She doesn't respond to his question. What is she supposed to say? Yeah, she does it all the time. Compared to what all she has done in her life, weed is nothing. But she of course isn't going to share that fact with him. Instead she takes another drag, before passing it over to him.
She'll probably end up smoking most of the joint herself, but who cares. She didn't really want to be down here with him anyway. He asked for it. And that's only half a lie. She does want to be here, and she does want to be smoking, she just doesn't want him here. But hey, she'll take all the free weed she can get. Maybe she can even ask him to hook her up. Her own stash is running low, and she doesn't know anyone or anywhere to get any around here.
He passes the joint back over after he takes a long drag. He has a coughing fit afterwards and she giggles. If she wasn't so high, this would be a lot less funny to her. She'd probably throw some harsh comment at him, making fun of him for being a pussy. But right now, all she does is giggle.
"You have a nice smile." He tells her, with a smile of his own. It's a genuine smile, not one of those arrogant smirks, she's so used to receiving from him. "You should definitely do it more often." He tells her.
Santana briefly remembers those words coming out of Brittany's mouth this morning. It makes her feel all giddy, and she lets out another grin. He probably thinks she's smiling because of what he had said, so she bites down on her lip, trying to hold it back. She definitely doesn't need him thinking she's smiling at him. "I haven't had many things in my life worth smiling about." She responds with a shrug, before taking another drag.
"I know how you feel." He says with a sigh. Santana just eyes him, because she's pretty sure, he has no idea. "I haven't seen my dad since I was a kid and my mom is in rehab for coke. I live with a crappy foster family, who doesn't give a shit about me." He explains, reaching over to take the joint. He takes a long drag, obviously needing it after that admission.
Santana stays quiet for a moment, before letting out a small sigh. "I know that feeling." She admits quietly. "I've lived with crappy adoptive parents, and then crappy foster parents." She tells him. She's surprised, she admitted that much to him. It must be the weed.
"But now you're living with Brittany right?" He asks, and she nods, not being able to hold back a mega watt smile. "She's awesome, and her parents seem cool too. You're lucky." He tells her, passing her the small joint. It only has about one more hit on it.
"I know." Santana agrees, nodding her head. He gives her a smile, and she smiles back, before bringing it to her lips. She inhales the last of it, then throws the tiny butt into the grass.
Puck lies back in the grass, and it only takes about a minute of hesitation before Santana lies back next to him. She of course makes sure there is about a foot distance between them. "I'm not going to sleep with you." She suddenly blurts out.
It makes laughter erupt from Puck's throat. He's laughing so hard, he's almost crying. Santana knows it wasn't really that funny, but the weed is exaggerating it. Honestly she doesn't know why it's funny at all though. She's serious.
He finally calms down and looks over at her, "I didn't ask you to." He says, giving her a pointed look.
Santana rolls her eyes, "Why else would you keep trying to talk to me?" She asks accusingly.
He simply shrugs in response. "I'm not the jerk everyone says I am." He answers simply. Santana just eyes him. "I can be a decent guy y'know." He says with a chuckle. "A good friend too." He adds, reaching out to nudge her shoulder. "Although, I will say, if you ever change your mind, I'm down." He says with a smirk.
Santana rolls her eyes and stands up, "Just when I thought you were a decent guy." She says, offering out her hand for him. He chuckles and accepts the hand, standing up.
o0o0o
They sit back on the bleachers in mostly silence as they watch the rest of the cheerio's practice. There are a few leftover giggles here and there when a cheerleader makes a weird face, or falls on her face. But besides that, they don't speak. And for once Santana feels at ease around him.
Once practice is done, Brittany makes her way up the bleachers, meeting them. She smiles at Santana, before turning to eye Puck carefully. "You okay?" She asks, moving her eyes back over to the Latina.
It makes Santana's heart flutter, that she's being protective. It's cute, and she can definitely get used to it. Not that she needs protection. "I'm fine." She reassures her, giving her a confident smile.
"Okay, well are you ready to go?" She asks, bouncing on her feet. "I'm starving, and dad is making hamburgers tonight." She says, excitingly.
Santana giggles, and stands up, along with Puck.
"Hey guys, I'm having a party this Friday. You should totally come." Puck suggests, looking at them both hopefully.
Santana bites her lip and glances at Brittany. The blonde just gives Puck a look, "Maybe." She answers vaguely. But it's pretty obvious that maybe is really a no.
The blonde turns to leave with Santana and Puck follows closely behind. "Come on guys, free booze and dancing. I know you love to dance Britt." Puck prompts, giving them a cheesy smile. He even clasps his hands together in front of his chest, giving the overall effect.
"I'm in." Santana says, before Brittany can protest.
Puck smiles widely and sticks his fist out to bump with the brunette. She does with another giggle, rolling her eyes at him. Brittany watches them with her brows furrowed.
When Santana's eyes land back on Brittany, she sees the confusion on her face, and looks away uncomfortably. "I guess we'll be there." Brittany says slowly, still eying Santana.
A/N : Let me know what you think! Especially about the whole Puck thing?
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