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Chapter Six

I thought I would go to my hotel room for the rest of the night, which was short anyway since it was around one am, until I ran into an unexpected guest. When I turned a corner we bumped into each other, both of us falling to the ground.

"I am so sorry-" I stopped myself as I looked up at the person before me, dressed in a tuxedo and their hair still in a Mohawk. "Hello Puck."

Puck. My ex-boyfriend. Sure I had seen him at Finn and Rachel's wedding, but I hadn't spoken to him. We hadn't exactly parted on good terms, my feelings for him were a complicated mess I had never dealt with. Point is, he wasn't happy with me.

"Hello Santana," Puck said, and as soon as he spoke I could tell he was drunk. Puck wasn't one to slur words when he got drunk (he acted quite normal after several drinks, unlike me who was a weepy, hysterical drunk according to Finn) but I could smell the booze in his breath. My nose burned from it, I recognized the smell of champagne, shots and a little bit of beer.

"How much have you been drinking?" I asked, waving the smell away from my face with my hand and trying not to cringe.

"Just a…" Puck didn't have time to finish, as he drunkenly fell forward and vomited.

All over my shoes.

I rinsed my shoes out in the sink and coated my hands, arms, toes and ankles in sanitizer, leaving a light lemon scent that could barely cover the putrid, puke stench. I was practically gagging as I opened one of stalls, where Puck was hunched over the toilet.

"Easy there," I soothed, taking off his jacket to prevent it from getting stained and I patted his back, inadvertently causing Puck to retch. "Er, sorry."

He said something in response, but it was hard to understand. Perhaps "It's okay". Or was it "Go away"?

"You're going to have an awful hangover in the morning," I simply laughed. Then, I got an idea. I was so upset about Brittany, yet I had no one to confide in because I didn't want anyone to know I was in love with an engaged woman. Then there was Puck. Puck, who was so drunk he'd probably be throwing up all night. Puck, who couldn't even talk because he was too busy sticking his head in the toilet. Puck, who wouldn't remember anything in the morning.

That was it. Puck wouldn't remember anything I said to him. I could tell him all of the things on my mind and when he woke up tomorrow it would be just a blur. Maybe he'd think we had sex or something, but I'd prefer that than to everyone knowing about my deep love for Brittany. So, I leaned back against the stall door and told him...everything. Every last detail.

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