Chapter 7:
Sex And Mottos.
"Puckerman!"
"Lopez!"
"What's up?" I asked through my BlackBerry's speaker.
"Me and you, The leather couch, the 52-inch, Lakers versus The Knicks."
"Puck I can't..." I whined through the phone. Seriously I couldn't no matter HOW much I wanted too...
"C'mon! You need to get you're mind off Blondie!" Yeah Puck, knew. Even though we don't get to see each other often seeing as Puck manages a successful italian-american restaurant in the upper east side. He's doing good for himself, he practically owns it since the tycoon who owns the place is never here. Celebrities from Beyonce and Jay-Z to Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise have eaten at the restaurant. Gordon Ramsey himself gave his stamp of approval when he came here last year. Puck's kinda the shit... Just I'll never tell him that.
"Urghh do you have to bring up Brittany?" I grumble out and I frustratedly ran a hand through my raven locks.
*FlashBack*
6 days ago...
It was late afternoon on a beautiful Sunday. Me and Quinn decided to have a late lunch at the restaurant Puck managed seeing as Puck missed his little girl and we wanted to eat. While we were eating out here, Beth and Puck were sitting in his office watching 'Dora The Explora'.
Its been 2 days since I saw Brittany at Starbucks and I couldn't get her out of my head! I literally couldn't think of anything else BUT her... Those golden locks you just wanna run your hand through, those blue eyes you want to stare into forever, those lips you want to kiss forever, the body you always want to hold close to yours... Yup! I'm whipped. Whipsssssh! I giggle internally.. Or so I thought.
"What's so funny?" Q raised an eyebrow over the cup of coffee she was drinking.
Shit!
"Nothing..." I busied myself with my phone.
"Bullshit." She stated firmly while still sipping on her decaf coffee.
"No bullshit, Q. I-"
"Is this about Brittany?" She hit the nail on the head.
"Uhhh..." I started guiltily. "N-no..." I turned away from her piercing eyes. (No pun intended) I could feel hazel eyes trying to burn a hole through my face.
"Ah ha... Whatever you say, S." Quinn let go, but I could hear cheekiness left over in the tone of her voice.
"Bite me."
"I'm sure you wish Brittany did that too you... You're into weird shit like that."
"You know what you abominable snow hoe? You need to get laid, weird shit in bed is good... But I mean you wouldn't know that you now, would you?" A blush instantly hit Quinn's face. Its been almost 3 and a half years since Quinn had sex... If I didn't have sex in 6months, let alone 3 and a half fucking years, I would fucking DIE of sexual frustration.
"Fuck you." Q mumbled out, a tight line formed at her lips.
"Nahhh I'm cool." I flipped through the red and baby blue menu with name 'Puckerman's' at the top.
"So what's up with you and Brittany anyway?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know, Fabray?" My head snapped up. "I randomly bump into her... We have really nice conversations and shit but.." I trail off and look at Quinn. I see her eyes are not focused on me at all, it's not even focused in my direction! I look in the direction that Q was looking in. Shit...
"Randomly bump into her, hey? Hello Brittany and Charlie..." Quinn announced as I watched Charlie and Britt stood by the matire'd as he looked for their booking. You can't just SHOW UP at Puck's restaurant, its reservation only, except for us.
"Again?"I whisper to myself. Seriously... Why is it that Everywhere I go I bump into them? Is this some unknown rule I don't know about?
"What do you mean my name is not in your book?" I faintly heard Charlie shout just as Puck made his way out of his office and headed to our table.
"Where's Beth?" Quinn asked Puck as he grabbed an extra chair and sat down in between Q and I.
"She's sitting in my office with Katie." He smiled this sickeningly cute smile whenever he spoke of his daughter.
"What's going on there?" I pointed to Britt and Charlie. Charlie was fuming and basically shouting at the matire'd while Brittany's cheeks were flaming up in embarrassment. She tried to move herself away from her fiancé as if not to be associated by him.
"Dude didn't make a reservation." Puck stated simplily. I looked at Brittany again and I could see her shrinking away under the gaze of the whole restaurant. I sighed sadly. I couldn't see her like this...
"Noah, I need you to do me a favor." Puck and Q looked at me skeptically. "Do you have an extra table open?"
"Uhhhh... Yeah." Puck's face scrunched up in confusion.
"Will you go to the matire'd and tell them that there is a special reservation under the name 'Brittany S. Pierce'."
"Mhmmm... Oka- wait! SHE'S Brittany?" Puck pointed across the room and got the attention of a few people.
"Not so loud, you ass!" I punched his arm hard.
"Ow!" He rubbed his arm in 'What The Fuck'! Motion.
"If you must fucking know... Yes, she's THAT Brittany." I cupped my hand over my eyes to shield it from their gaze.
"She's hot."
"Noah..." I warned.
"What? Just admiring the view, Lopez." He smirked. "Calls 'em as I sees 'em." I rolled my eyes in the typical 'Lima Heights' fashion and huffed in annoyance.
"Just go do it, Puckerman." I waved him off.
"Your wish is my command, Santana." He picked up the hand I just waved him off with and kissed it. Ewww... I cringed. I shook my hand away, he just cocked his lips into a smile and made his way to the front of the restaurant.
"Don't you have a wet wipe or some shit? I swear I feel his STD's seeping into my sink on the spot he kissed..." I took a napkin and wiped furiously on spot Puck kissed. "I love Puck but I still can't believe you had sex with him."
"Uhhhm... Maybe that's because you're capital G - gay." Quinn sarcastically reasoned.
"Still!" I folded my arms across my chest. Just then my phone vibrated.
From Puck-a-saurus To Santana. Sunday, 04:24pm
She asked who placed the reservation! What the fuck do I tell her?
From Santana To Puck-a-Saurus. Sunday, 04:25pm
Just say her Guardian Angel ;)
I look across the room and see waiter escorting them to a table just before the V.I.P section where we were in. Puck made his way back to us.
"And it has been done." He winked and I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks." I gave him a grateful smile which he returned.
"So do you know what you'll be having, ladies?"
"I'll have the Risotto Alla Pitocca."
"And I'll have the... Uhmmmm..." Quinn quickly scanned through the menu again. "The... Zucchini Ripieni." She smiled at Puck as he took our menus.
"And to drink?" Puck asked politely.
"Whoa Puck... If you keep treating us like this we might expect you to always act like this!" Q joked.
"Hardy-fucking-har-har, Lucy." Quinn instantly stopped laughing and grumbled under her breath something like 'Why the fuck does everyone know that name?'
"Puck just bring over a jug of water and a bottle red wine!" I told Puckerman and shooed him to the kitchen.
For the next 20 minutes I kept occasionally staring Brittany's table while me and Q ate and made small talk. Q kept on giving these looks of warning that says 'Stop Looking!' And 'It's boarding stalker!' So I stopped and tried to push the fact that the girl I'm slowly falling for is sitting 15 feet away from me... With her fiancé... But you know whatever.
I chugged down the last of my water, but suddenly had this overwhelming urge to use the bathroom.
"Hey, Q. I'm going to the bathroom." She nodded and kept on eating her meal. I wiped my mouth with a napkin and headed back to the bathroom. As I made my way nearer to the bathroom, I swore I heard noises... What The Fucking Fuck? I shrugged it off and pushed the wooden door with the word 'Ladies' printed in bold letters on it. Pushing that door open was the biggest mistake of my life... I opened the door and saw one of Brittany's legs wrapped around Charlie's waist, his faty hands damaging the scrunched material at her waist, her long pale hands roughed up in his dirty brown hair.
"Uhhhh..." Was all I could get out. I stood there like a fucking idiot. I literally stood there frozen as the intimate couple turned around and slowly recognized the situation. I made the mistake of looking into Brittany's eyes and almost died.
"Oh my god..." I hear her whisper hoarsley. "Sa-" I quickly cut Brittany off before she could even get halfway through the word.
"I-I got to...uhmm..." I gulped. "Go." In a daze I slowly walked backwards out of the ladies room. I made my way back to the table and Quinn raised an eyebrow curiously.
"What's wrong? You've looked like you've seen a ghost." Q looked at me worrisomely as she took a sip of red wine from the glass in her hand and Puck just looked at me with confusion written all over his face.
My eyes traveled at their own will and It landed on the bathroom door just as Brittany and Charlie went out the door and started to straightened themselves up. Puck followed my eyesight. He leaned to me and whispered out "Did they...?" Without even completing the question, I knew what he was asking about. So many emotions flew through me that I couldn't trust my voice so all I could do was nod...
*End of flashback*
"Sorry that I brought that up, S." Puck said in an appologetic tone. "Can I ask you something?" He ask nervously.
"Yeah?"
"Did you... uhmm... speak to Brittany since..." He trailed off. "...Ya' know?" I sighed. Brittany texted me almost everyday since Sunday and I haven't texted her back... not even once! I can never find the right words and when I type out something that sounds nothing like 'I'm enraged and scarred and I have a super big lesbian crush on you' I overthink things and chicken out.
"She texted me a few times but..." I blew out a breath of air that I hadn't realised I've been holding.
"You haven't texted back?" He's tone sounded more like a statement more than a question.
"I keep on chickening out! She even asked Q where I was on Wednesday!" I palm my face into my empty hand.
"What did Q say to her?"
"That I was busy with my studies." Which was true. I asked for the next few days off seeing as I got my finals on Tuesday and my head has been constantly buried in my textbooks, one reason being that it's my final exam on Tuesday and... I needed to get my mind off Brittany.
"Well good! Hopefully she'll get the idea, back off and stop fucking with your mind." Puck said in a protective tone.
"Noah, she can't help it. It's not like she knows I'm a-"
"Raging homosexual with a U-Haul truck parked in her drive way?" Puckerman answered without thinking. I can't be mad... It's just I hate labels.
"You know what? Fuck you Puckerman... The U-haul truck is parked down the road at Kurt's house." I hear him burst out with laughter on the other end of the line. We laughed like that for a few seconds but when the laughter died down Puck's tone got serious.
"Seriously Santana..." Oh shit! "...I know she's the first girl you've really liked since Stacey, but don't let her control your emotions. If she doesn't realise how awesome you are, then she's not worth it. Don't make her your everthing if-"
"To her you're nothing." That was our rule when it came to a girl we liked. Seeing as when it comes to love, me and Puck fall deep and that produced into our hearts being broken to the point where we thought it would never be repaired again. So to save us from every feeling so low again, that's our motto...
"YOLO!" He shouted in agreement.
"You only live once, so don't waste time and effort on the ones who don't derserve your love..." I could almost feel Puck smiling over the phone. Puck was like the big brother I always wanted, even though I got one back in Lima. It's just that Puck accepts me for who I am, unlike my brother, Eduardo.
"Preach sister!" Puck shouts once again into my ear and we started to laugh once again. The moments when Puck is like this totally makes up for him being a total perv and douche.
"I'll be there."
"What?" He asked in a confused voice.
"Me, you, the leather couch, the HD TV, basketball." I clarified for him with a smile that kept on growing.
"Be here by 6, I'll by the snacks and beers. Just get your ass over here!"
"Will do. Bye Puck!"
"Bye Sant-"
"And thank you..." I said in a voice that oozed honesty.
"Anytime, see ya later." And with that he hung up and left me with a smile on my face.
For the next 5 and a half hours all I did was relax, study, eat, watch Spongebob, study, eat again and shower. Right now I'm getting ready to leave for Puck's apartment and get mah gamez on! Standing infront of the mirror next to the front door wearing a black skinny jean, red heels, a white tank top with a nice low hanging chain and my bad-ass leather jacket. I was finishing up, putting lips gloss around my lips when someone knocked on the door.
"Who the fuck can it be?" I mumbled to myself.
I open the door and the shock of my life... A person I never thought I would ever see on my doorstep.
"Santana... can we talk?" He asked in a very serious, almost formal voice. Motherfucking shit! This was not how I thought my day was gonna go.
"Charlie..." I crossed my arms.
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