Expect the Unexpected

Chapter nine

Puck looked startled as he saw Santana walk into the room. He didn't mean for his friend to see this, hell, he didn't even mean to do this. He has never used a gun before, this was his first time. He only carried it for protective reasons; however this time was an exception. He honestly didn't know anyone was still home, and he certainly didn't think he would get caught. When Puck pulled out his gun and pointed it at the innocent man, he couldn't think to a time he has ever seen a face like his. He was scared, afraid, sad he was going to lose his life, and hopeful that maybe, just maybe, Puck wouldn't shoot. But he did, and now a man has lost his life.

Puck drops the gun, and as it hits the ground Puck could swear you could hear it from miles away. As it slides to the ground and gets closer to Santana you can see she jumps backward. She want's nothing to do with this, nothing at all.

Santana felt like the whole world around her was spinning. She had a sickening feeling in her stomach, and she felt like she could get vomit any moment. Her ears were ringing, even though she didn't even hear the gunshot. She's picturing it in her mind, how it all went down. She sees the man, his scared face, and his shocked eyes. She sees Puck, his scared face, and his shocked eyes. Santana can't help but think; why did Puck have to call her.

Finally, after what seemed like a decade, but was really only minutes, Santana sputtered out a quick sentence.

'' Why Puck? Why did you have to get me involved?''

There was silence again. Puck's eyes were trained on Santana's, the two not being able to rip their gaze from each other's. Finally, everything settled in for Puck. He finally clued in to what has happened, and what he has done.

As he tore his gaze from Santana and walked over to the wall he let out one big frustrated yell and punched the wall. Making a loud sound, he once again startled Santana, making her wince from how loud he was being, and how insane he was acting.

'' Jesus Santana, what did we get ourselves into.'' You could tell Puck was on the verge of crying. He kept rubbing his face and leaving blood from his newly cut hand all over his body, and the floor. The last thing Puck needed right now was to leave evidence that he was in that house.

As Santana heard the we in Puck's last sentence, she automatically froze. There was no we in what Puck just did. There was a him, but there definitely was not a we.

'' I certainly don't know what we did Puck, but I sure in hell know what you did, and I also know that I am getting myself out of here and telling the police what happened.'' Santana went to turn around and walk out of the bedroom door, but as soon as she did Santana felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She tensed, Santana knew that she and Puck have been friends since they were little, but she did not know who this Puck was. This was not her best friend.

Puck was mortified. He couldn't have Santana leave, he couldn't have Santana tell anyone either.

As Santana was just about to shrug off Puck she heard something off into the distance. They were police sirens, and Santana would bet against anything that they were coming to the house that she was in.

'' God dammit Santana, is that the police?'' Puck honestly looked worried. He knew if the police came and he was in that house he would be going to jail.

'' Were staying.'' Santana whispered. Santana knew if they decided to stay and the police realized she had nothing to do with it they would let her go.

Puck looked at Santana like she was an idiot. He didn't understand why Santana would want to stay, why his best friend would want him to get in trouble. As the sirens became louder in the background Puck started to shake his head back and forth. He did not like where his friend ship with Santana was going at the moment.

'' Santana you do realize if we both stay that you are going down with me. Were friends remember, best friends.''

Santana almost laughed. If Puck wasn't being such an asshole, and a psychopath, Santana would have thought that Puck was actually trying to make her laugh.

'' Oh hunny, that right there'' Santana stopped to point at the pale man that was lying on the floor. '' That is your fault, I had nothing to do with this.''

'' You may have had nothing to do with this Santana, but I swear on my own life that I will tell about every single time you helped me rob all those houses. I will tell them about all the money, jewellery and electronics we stole. I will tell them everything.'' Puck didn't dare move his eyes away from Santana, and that told the Latina that he was being serious.

Santana started to panic. She didn't deserve what was happening to her. She should have just ignored Puck's phone call and stayed with Brittany. If she would have done that she would have not been a part of what happened tonight. Plus, on top of all that Santana knew Puck was telling the truth. She knew if Santana made them both stay Puck would spill everything, and ruin his, but more importantly her life. Santana couldn't have that. She worked so hard to be where she was today; she had a great paying job, a nice condo, a rocking body and a beautiful girlfriend. She did not want to lose any of that, especially the last one.

Santana didn't say anything to Puck. Instead she ignored him and ran out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out of the house. She felt Puck right behind her until they reached outside, he decided to change direction. As the Latina got into the car she could hear the sirens, they were very loud which could only mean the police were close by. Without another thought Santana started up her car and sped off.


By the time Santana got back to Brittany's house it was around seven-thirty in the morning. She had spent at least an hour and a half just driving around and thinking about what had just happened. Santana couldn't believe this was happening. Her heart felt like it was going to pop out of her chest, her head felt like it was going to explode and her mind felt like it could run miles. Santana Lopez was not okay, she was far from it.

'' Hey San, what took you so long?'' Brittany asked sweetly as she watched Santana walk through her front door. The blonde was curled on her couch in the living room, watching the morning news. She had a cup of coffee in her hand and another on the coffee table in front of her.

Santana couldn't find a way to answer Brittany; instead she just took of her shoes and stood in the doorway. She didn't know what to do, she literally felt broken.

Brittany could tell something was up with Santana, she looked scared and on edge. However Brittany knew if Santana wanted to talk about it she would mention something first, so instead Brittany got up from the couch, walked over to Santana and brought her back over to the couch. Brittany sat down first, and then tried her hardest to lay Santana on the couch with her head resting on the blondes lap. It was difficult and awkward but Brittany somehow managed to do it.

'' You look tired San, get some rest baby.'' Santana tried her hardest to follow Brittany's direction but she could not do it. Every time she closed her eyes for more than a second she saw that man lying on the floor, lifeless.

'' Britt, can you just talk to me, about anything. I just really want to hear your voice.'' Santana whispered her sentence as she stared ahead and looked at the television screen. It was like she was lifeless.

Brittany frowned. She had never seen Santana act so lifeless. Brittany didn't like seeing Santana this way, it made the blonde feel sad as well. However, if Santana thought her talking would help, well then Brittany was going to tell a whole story.

At first Brittany's started to laugh. She didn't even say what she was laughing at but just the sound of her gorgeous laugh was making Santana forget what was going on with her life.

That was until she said her next sentence.

'' Quinn called this morning. She told me she had a date with a man named Buck, or something like that.'' Brittany thought, not remembering the exact name Quinn had told her.

Santana's heart froze as she heard Brittany, there was no way in hell Brittany meant Puck, there was just no way. Quinn was too nice, too innocent of a person. She can't get involved with Puck. The Latina slowly sat up on the couch. She turned toward Brittany to look in her beautiful blue eyes.

'' Britt, do you mean Puck? Is Quinn going on a date with a man named Puck?'' At the sound of his name Brittany perked up.

'' Yea, that's his name, how did you know, San?'' The Latina put her face in the palms of her hand. This could not be happening, this was not happening.

All of a sudden a screeching sound came from the television. The sound got both of the women's attention and their eyes were glued to the screen. The words 'breaking news' were in big bold letters at the bottom of the screen.

'We are here live in downtown New York at a gruesome murder scene. The Police got a noise complaint from an elderly neighbour at around five-thirty in the morning. The police came as fast as they could but the suspects had fled the scene. A witness has told the police and media he saw two people leaving, one being a male and the other a female. The male took off on foot, while the female drove away in a car. The witness has claimed it was too dark to tell what either person looked like or what car the female was driving. The police are taking this case very serious and are telling everyone to watch out. They are now searching and fingerprinting the house for leads. If anyone watching knows anything about this brutal murder, please call.'

Once the news reporter had stopped talking the camera moved away from her face and focused on the house in the background. It just happened to be the same house Santana was in earlier that morning.

Santana Lopez was now a wanted criminal.


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