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As the hours passed from the end of Glee until eight at night, Santana began to feel guiltier and guiltier. Dani was clearly bothered by Santana sleeping with Puck, and yet Santana was going to do it anyway.
Santana, Dani is being all flirty with Sara, remember? You're not doing anything wrong.
Santana sighed. It was a few minutes until eight, and she considered calling Puck and telling him that she had changed her mind. Then there was a knock on the door downstairs, and the Latina sighed again. She hadn't ever agreed to sex and then called it off before, and she didn't plan on starting now.
She answered the door and before she knew it, she was making out with Puck on her bed. She couldn't help but notice, more so than before, how rough and clumsy his hands were as they ran over the sides of her body, or how his lips tasted like beer, and how rough his movements were. Santana couldn't help but wonder how soft Dani's hands would be on her body. She couldn't help but remember how sweet and delicious her lips tasted. She couldn't help but imagine how gorgeous and smooth her movements would be.
Puck's hands grabbed at Santana skirt and began to pull it down, but Santana somehow found herself yanking away, rolling over on the bed and standing, before the skirt moved more than an inch.
"What the hell, Santana?" Puck demanded. He was scowling at her, clearly disappointed and angry.
"I c-can't," Santana answered nervously. No doubt that Puck was going to spill this to all of his guys, to Quinn, to everyone. They were all going to know that Santana had chickened out of sex. And while she hadn't had sex in a matter of months, it would probably still put a dent in her reputation.
Somehow, though, she didn't care. She couldn't have sex with Puck. She was literally imagining sex with Dani while Puck was touching her. If that wasn't a sign, she didn't know what was. "You can't what? Have sex with me? It never bothered you any other times," Puck snapped at her.
Santana glared at him. "Well now it does. I just... I can't." It occurred to Santana that she might never have sex ever again, at least while this crush on Dani persisted. Unless, of course, her and Dani—
Stop, Lopez!
"Can you leave please?" Santana asked Puck, her voice firm. But if you listened closely enough, you could hear the slight quiver that the firmness desperately tried to hide.
"Am I not good enough for Santana Lopez anymore?" Puck demanded, waving his hands up in the air. "Moved on to a better sex buddy?"
Santana balled her hands up in fists. She honestly did not like being called a slut or a whore, or having it insinuated, even though that's what she used to be.
"You're supposed to be the one who never turns me down, Lopez," Puck growled.
"Stop!" Santana yelled at him, her anger bursting out. "Stop making it sound like I'm just a worthless slut!"
"I wasn't trying to call you a worthless slut! But come on, you have to admit that you sleep around a lot," Puck pointed out.
Santana huffed. "I don't do that anymore, okay? I haven't had sex with anyone in months."
"So what, you're suddenly trying to be celibate?" Puck snapped.
"No, I just don't want to sleep around anymore," Santana answered, crossing her arms and popping out a hip. "Alright? So don't you dare think of me as a slut or a whore anymore. Got it? Now please leave."
Puck looked like he was going to say something else, but then he just shook his head, stood and left. As soon as she heard her front door close, Santana let herself fall down onto her bed. It smelled like Puck now, and so she immediately jumped back off of it. It used to smell like Dani, because the blue-haired girl always sat on it while she played guitar or did homework. Dani's smell was something that Santana wouldn't be able to describe, other than just Dani.
She realized that she wouldn't ever get that smell back onto her bed unless Dani came over again. That meant that Santana had to get over the fact that Sara and Dani were flirting, and she had to tell Dani that she didn't sleep with Puck.
The first thing she did was strip her bed of its sheets and stuff them in the washer. She at least wanted Puck's smell off of them. He smelled like beer and sweat, and it was actually really gross. It made her wonder why she ever slept with him in the first place.
She changed into sweats and a tank, and then sat on her floor and leaned against the back of her bed, with her phone in hand. She looked for Dani's name and pressed the call button. Her hand was shaking slightly as she brought the phone to her ear, and it started to ring.
"Hello, you've reached Danielle Taylor! Sorry, looks like I'm not available right now! You know what to do!" the voice recording played, and Santana's heart sunk. She didn't bother with a message, instead hanging up immediately.
The Latina stood and moved over to her window, pulling the curtain back slightly and looking over at Dani's house. There were two cars there, Dani's and her aunt's, which meant that no one was over there and that Dani was home.
She considered going over to the blue-haired girl's house, but she decided against it. She hadn't ever been over there, and she wasn't really interested in meeting Dani's aunt.
Feeling exasperated, she went downstairs, ate some food, and then moved her sheets to the drier. Then she tried Dani's cell again, and once again got nothing. She was even more exasperated by the time her sheets were done. After she spread them on her bed, and it was ten o'clock, she tired Dani's cell one more time.
"Hello, you've reached Danielle Taylor! Sorry, looks like I'm not available—"
Santana hung up halfway through the message, frustrated. She tossed her phone onto her side table and let herself fall into her bed. She curled up under the blankets and inhaled, feeling only disappointment when she didn't smell the familiar scent that could only be described as Dani. The disappointment and the exasperation she was feeling was too much, and she felt a flood of tears reach her eyes and begin to pour out. Sobbing, she eventually fell asleep.
The next morning was a Friday morning. The one day of the week that Santana didn't have cheer practice in the morning. Unfortunately, that meant that Quinn wasn't going to drive her. Being the head cheerleader, Quinn had to go to school early even on Fridays, to help Coach Sylvester with her every need. That was the only reason that Santana hadn't fought harder for the spot.
No matter how spoiled Santana was, she had not yet been given a car, which was ridiculous. Even Rachel Berry had a car. Also, there was no bus route to Lima Heights Adjacent, and walking was not an option. She lived too far from the school. Normally on Fridays, her dad went to work late enough to drop her off at school, but today he had to work even earlier than normal. That left Santana with no transportation.
The only person who lived close enough to drive her was Dani, but Santana had a horrible feeling that the blue-haired girl wasn't going to pick up her phone. She tried anyway, and found that she was right. Huffing, she left her house, her backpack slung over her shoulder, and started toward Dani's house.
Dani's car was still there, so she obviously hadn't left yet. When Santana reached the bottom of the driveway, she saw the door open. "Yeah, I will. Bye, Becca!" Dani called to her aunt as she walked out the front door.
The blue-haired girl froze when she saw Santana, who gave her a weak wave. "Any chance you can give me a ride? If not, I'm stuck in this shit neighborhood for the day," she explained in a small voice.
"Sure," Dani replied, walking down onto the driveway and unlocking her car. Santana climbed into the passenger side, Dani into the drivers, and they started to school. "Doesn't your dad drive you on Fridays?"
"He had to go into the hospital early for an emergency surgery," Santana answered quietly. She felt like she should feel bad, or sorry, for making Dani mad at her. Dani didn't say anything. "I tried to call you three times last night."
"Oh really? Didn't notice," Dani muttered, but Santana could read right through it.
"I wanted to hear the music you said you'd been working on," Santana told her in a small voice. She felt really intimidated for some reason, and she hated the feeling.
"I thought you were hanging out with Puck?" Dani asked her stiffly. Santana lowered her eyes.
"I—"
"Save it," Dani snapped.
Santana scowled. "What has got you so worked up over the fact that I would sleep with Puck? Haven't you heard all about the fact that I'm a big time slut?" Santana's voice was full of bitterness.
Dani gave her a sideways glance. "I just don't understand why you're sleeping with guys when you don't even like guys."
Santana's heart race increased. What was she supposed to say to that?
"Unless you're trying to keep up your 'cool' slut image," Dani grumbled.
"I..." Santana trailed off and took a deep breath. She was really scared that tears were going to come again. Dani was the only person who had seen her really cry, that one time in the bathroom, but Santana planned for that to be the last time she cried in front of anyone. "Is that really why you're so mad? Because I might sleep with a guy?"
Dani didn't answer for a second. "Santana, you're really confusing the shit out of me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Santana demanded.
"You're freaking out because I'm mad, but what about yesterday? You were practically ignoring me all day, and then you made plans to go hook up with Puck. I just... what did I do?" Dani questioned, sounding hurt. The hurt in her voice pierced into Santana's heart, and she hated that feeling. How she felt so hurt just because Dani was hurt.
"As if you don't know why I was mad," Santana argued, crossing her arms. Dani gave her a sideways glance, but then looked back at the road.
"I don't," Dani insisted. "Maybe if you tell me—"
"No," Santana mumbled, looking down at her lap. "I can't tell you, it's absolutely stupid."
"I'm sure it's not," Dani argued, her voice much softer than it was before. It was soothing. Santana contemplated what to say as Dani parked in her parking place outside of the school and turned to look at the Latina.
Santana finally raised her eyes and looked at the blue-haired girl. "I was mad because of Sara."
Now Dani looked absolutely confused, like she had no idea what Santana was talking about. "Sara? Why did she make you mad? You didn't even know who she was until yesterday."
"Why did she make me mad?" Santana asked in disbelief. "You really don't know?"
Dani shook her head.
"Because she has to give you that freaking flirty smile and those flirty eyes, and because during lunch you were talking to her and she was making you laugh and I was sitting across the cafeteria snapping a plastic fork in half because of it," Santana ranted. When she was done talking, she found her right hand was in a fist.
Dani's face was full of shock. "I... I didn't know... I couldn't tell that she was flirting with me."
Santana stared at Dani, baffled. "You couldn't? Seriously? How the hell couldn't you tell?"
"I... wait, never mind that!" Dani said suddenly. "Why did that make you snap a fork in half?"
Santana probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I... uh, I mean, I u-uh, j-just... uh, I-I—"
Dani was looking at Santana expectantly.
Santana took a shaky breath and looked down at her lap. "We're... we're going to be late for class."
She dared a look back up at the blue-haired girl, who had a blank look on her face. "Yeah, we better go."
Santana nodded, but she felt so bad. She felt like crying and screaming and punching something, all at the same time. Instead, she just climbed out of Dani's car, grabbing her bag. Without looking at the blue-haired girl, she said, "Thanks for the ride," she then she was off.
More crazy shit! I'm sorry for scaring you all and making you think she was gonna sleep with Puck. I agree with you all, that is so EW. EW. EW. Pucktana? No.
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So, if you haven't realized from Twitter or just guessed it, this story is named after the song by Florence And The Machine, Never Let Me Go. It's a great song, go listen to it. I used it in WDCT :P But the funny part is, they used it in TVD for the scene where Damon and Elena made out at that motel in Season 3, which was the only reason I ever bought the song in the first place lol. So now when I hear it, I think of this fanfiction and Delena making out at the same time lol. #weird
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