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Over the ten years I'd known Puck, I had never been this afraid of seeing him. I was making my way towards his building and up the stairs to his apartment. Mike had called me earlier to let me know Puck was home and that I could talk to him if I wanted to. He said it in a way that made me feel like I had no choise. When Mike told me to do something, it was for my own good. He didn't tell anyone what to do so often, but when he did, you knew that he was probably right.

I had missed Puck so much, but to look him in the eyes right now would be creepy. First, I told him that he shouldn't treat Santana the way he did with other girls because she was too sweet. And then, a couple days later, I was the one who was falling for her. Normally I wouldn't care about guys I was with, because they didn't mean anything to me and I didn't mean anything to them. I didn't fall for Santana because I wanted to. I didn't do it because she was hot or looked good. I didn't know why it happened, it just did. She had some sort of power over me that made my chest flutter. She could just look at me and it seemed like everything was going to be okay. Whenever our eyes met I felt this strange feeling in my chest, like something laced around my lungs so I couldn't breathe or do anything else but drown in her brown eyes. It was the good kind of not breathing though. It was like I didn't have to breathe because I had her. When I was nervous or scared, she just had to put her hand on my knee and my heart instantly stopped racing. She just had to be there and I instantly felt safe. She was magical.

Seeing Puck after everything that had happened with Santana, I wasn't sure if I could do it. But here I was, outside Puck's apartment ready to knock on his door. Mike had told me that Puck had missed me too, but didn't want to talk to me before I apologized. I didn't blame him for that, but knowing that I should probably say sorry for more than attacking him about Santana made my hands start to shake. I couldn't tell him about me and her. I didn't even know what to call us, but whatever we were, Puck would be very mad. Even if he were totally over her now, he would be angry. He would forgive me for poking my nose into his business, but not for stealing his ex-girlfriend.

I knocked on the door and about ten seconds later Puck opened it. He didn't say anything and neither did I. He just opened the door wider to let me in. When I stepped into his apartment I looked around to see if anything was different. I hadn't been there in a while. Not since pancakes with Puck and Santana... But it looked like any other day in his home. I walked through the hall and into his kitchen. I smiled to myself when I saw the piles of dishes by the sink. He was never good at taking care of that sort of things. I went over to the counter and leaned my back against it. I fidgeted with my hands before I turned to Puck who had walked in right behind me.

"I know you're mad at me. I would be too." I said nervously and put my hands in my pockets, not knowing what else to do with them.

"I shouldn't have been so angry with you. I just... nobody has ever told me what to do and especially not with girls." Puck looked at me, but had his head turned towards the floor. "I'd just never thought about what they'd feel about how I treated them. Santana was better than the others though. She's actually pretty cool." My heart sank. He looked so sad and small. I didn't want to hurt him. If there was any way I could stop my connection with Santana so I didn't have to tell Puck, I would do it. Sadly, I couldn't. I couldn't choose not to like her. She made me feel special, she made me feel important. There was no way I could stop seeing her. I had to make a way to have them both, without hurting anyone. When Puck was so honest, I didn't have the heart to tell him about me and her. It would cause everything to break. I hated to lie, especially to him, but there was no choice. I couldn't tell him, not yet. Puck sighed. "But I couldn't keep going. I needed to break up with her. She deserves better I guess." He shrugged and my hands started to fidget in my pockets and my head started to spin. Why did he have to be so kind and forgiving when I had done something so bad. Puck was the sweetest guy. I had always known that, but now I just had it confirmed. He cared about people, even if he didn't show it.

"I've missed you." I said and he gave me cheeky grin and his face immediately looked brighter.

I took a couple steps closer to him and tucked my arms around his waist, pressed my head to his chest and mumbled into his shirt.

"You're so sweet."

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When I got home I decided that homework would be a good thing to do. My teachers had given me impossible assaigments to next week and a math test in a couple of days. I wasn't in the mood for homework but I don't think I ever was. Instead of focusing on my paper on the desk I let my thoughts flow to other things than homework.

Mike had called me when I was in the car on my way home. I told him how it had went and he was glad it had turned out good. He said he had missed everyone together and I couldn't agree more. It was hard when you were a whole group of friends and some of them were fighting. Mike was always the one in the middle. Usually it was me and Mike in the middle trying to make peace between Puck and whatever person he was fighting with at the moment. Now it was me he was fighting with. I couldn't go to Mike to talk about it because I knew Puck would be talking to Mike too. Poor Mike.

I ran my hands through my hair and bit my lip in concentration. I had to focus. Homework had never been my favorite part of the day. Especially when it came to math. It was just something about it that didn't make sense. There were a lot of numbers and letters and different symbols but trying to put them together was just impossible. It wasn't like dance. Dance had a rhythm and if you didn't know the answer you could just improvise and it would turn out good anyway. Dance didn't have any right or wrong answers like math did. I wasn't good with rules and having specific answers to things. It was easier to just go with the flow and see what happens. With dance, I could do that. But it was different with math.

I sighed once again and pressed my forehead against the sheet on the desk infront of me. This was hopeless.

*Beep beep*

I looked over at my phone on the desk beside me. Opening the new text message, a smile overtook my face when I saw who it was from.

Can I come over? I'm bored. -San

My face immadiatly lit up and I sent out a reply as fast as my fingers let me.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door. I flew up from my chair and opened it. Good thing Rachel was out and we were alone.

Santana smiled as I dragged her into the dorm by taking a grip on her shirt. I had missed her so much. It had just been a couple of days since I last saw her, but it was still too long. The door shut closed and I pressed Santana up against it and kissed her jaw line up her cheek and to her mouth. Santana giggled and put her hands on my hips, dragging her fingertips up my back. Our lips met in a sweet kiss as I stepped backwards, taking her with me and rested my back against the bathroom door. Santana pushed me further into the door with kisses to my lips. Her fingers walked along my spine and pressed me flush against her.

I had missed her so much, her lips, her touch, her smile… her everything. The way her eyelashes would flutter open and a smirk would graze her lips when she broke from a kiss. The way she would look at me when she was worried or just wanted me to talk. I missed everything about her. I broke away from the kiss to look at her.

"You're beautiful." I said and smiled when the corners of her lips turned upwards and a light shade of pink filled her cheeks. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn't know how. "You are... I was," I racked my brain to try and find the right words. "You... you do these things to me. You make me feel so-" I stopped talking because I didn't make sense.

I could feel my cheeks getting super hot and my brain wasn't working as fast as I wanted it to. I wanted to say all those things I was feeling, but I couldn't get them out. It was hard to tell someone exactly how you felt when you didn't have enough words to describe it.

"You're cute." Santana said and poked her finger to my nose. I snorted out a laugh and bowed my head down to try and hide my blush. "Maybe you should try and sing about your feelings." she shrugged and let her eyes fall to the ground. "We always did that in high school and it worked sometimes." I tilted my head and smiled affectionately at her. She was so sweet. "I was in the glee
club and our teacher always made me sing a song when I got mad or frustrated. Maybe it would work for you too?" She met my gaze and I shot my eyes up.

"You were in glee club? Really? That's so cool!" I almost shouted and she stepped back a little and started laughing at my outburst. I stopped jumping up and down so I could pull her closer to me again by her waist. "Sorry, I just got excited. I was in the glee club too!" Santana raised her eyebrows and nodded impressivley. "And, yeah maybe I could try that sometime." She gave me a toothy grin and placed her hands on my hips again. I looked up at her eyes. What if I sang to her, like face to face? Could I do that? I wasn't the best singer, not like Rachel. It also may be kind of scary. But if I picked a song that would match everything that I felt for her then perhaps I could do it. Later. I wasn't ready for that yet.

My thoughts were interrupted by Santana's arms around my neck, bringing me closer to her. Her forehead was scrunched up and she was biting her lip really hard. Then she drew her hands away from around my neck and took both my hands. She looked up at me and gave me an unsure smile. "Will you go on a date with me?" If it was possible for your cheeks to explode from smiling, I think that's what would've happened. She took her lips between her teeth and looked up at me through her lashes. I didn't care if I looked like a fool for smiling so big. I couldn't stop. Her eyes immediately lost that unsure look and she returned my grin. "So is that a yes?" she asked and I just laughed and nodded my head.

"Yes, I'd love to." I said and had to bite my cheeks to avoid my face exploding. Santana giggled and swayed our hands together between us before she leant into me and let her lips graze mine. I closed my eyes and felt my heart flutter at the contact. Every kiss with her was special. Sometimes it was
sweet and mind blowing and other times it was frantic and sexy, but every kiss still made my body shudder and my heart race in the same way. It was like she took me on a trip to the rainbow every time our lips met. It was magical.

"The fuck?" I jumped away so quickly my head hit the wall behind me. It all happened so fast. One second her lips were all over mine and the next second we were breathing heavily with frantic eyes on different sides of the room. My head hurt, but I couldn't focus on that now. I snapped my head towards the front door to see an angry and confused Puck standing there. His brows were furrowed and his jaw had dropped. I looked over at Santana. She looked panicked and caught off guard. I opened my mouth to try and say something, but nothing came out. I probably looked like a fish in the ocean, opening and closing my mouth. "Wha- Fuck!" Puck slammed his hand on the door frame and before I could do something he stormed out of the dorm and shut the door behind him. I tried to
gather my thoughts so I could run after him, but my legs didn't work. If I would have ran after him, I didn't know what I would have said. I couldn't explain what just happened. I couldn't explain how or why or any other question Puck would have asked. The echo from the door slamming shut died down
and all I could hear was my heart beating in my ears. My eyes were closed and I didn't want to open them until I woke up from this nightmare. This couldn't happen, not now.

Something grazed my arm so I cracked open one eye to see what it was. Santana grazed her fingertips along my arm and down towards my hand. She interlocked our fingers together, but refused to look me in the eyes.

"Sorry…" I shot my eyes fully open. What? I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Sweetie, don't say sorry. You didn't do anything wrong." I said, taking a steadier grip around her fingers. "I should have told him." I sighed and pressed my free hand to my forehead. Santana took away my hand and interlaced that hand with hers too. She kissed my cheek where I had pressed my hand and leant into me with her whole body. I kissed her temple and let her body fit perfectly against mine.

"I hate that it was Puck you were dating." I said and buried my head in the crook of her neck. I felt her sigh before she looked up at me.

"Yeah, but he was the one who introduced you and me to each other." she said and gave me a small smile. I returned it and felt a little lighter in my chest. My smile slowly faded when I remembered what had just happen.

"He's my best friend. I feel so bad." I whispered and felt tears building up in my eyes. I tried to suppress them by putting my lips between my teeth, but it just made my shoulders shake and my eyes water even more. Santana didn't say anything. She just looked at me with worry in her eyes before holding me tightly against her.

"I know, Britt." she said after a few seconds of silence. "I do too."

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Thank you Bianca!

Also! Who's excited for the 'heart' episode? I know I am. If I don't update again you all know that I died from the awesomeness of Brittana kissing. I hope I just get an minor heart attack though, so I can update again.. Anyway tell me what you think! :-) Next chapter will be longer so keep an eye out for that ;)