A/N: So it turns out that my chapter that I posted before wasn't actually as short as I thought it was lol, but this one is a bit shorter, so sorry for that! I just really wanted to update the stuff about "Butthead". (: So I hope you guys like it! I've been writing it for about an hour or so by now I think. (:

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Puckerman

Santana's POV

Santana quickly hit the ignore button. Maybe Puck would get the point that she didn't want to talk to him. What would she say? Would she tell him that she was with Brittany now? What would he say? Would he try to get her back?

"Who was that?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Quinn," Santana lied. "I don't feel like talking to her." By Alex's suspicious look, Santana could tell that he didn't believe her, but he didn't question her further.

"Well, I have class now," Alana announced. "I better be going."

"Yeah, and I have work. We'll see you later!" Alex said with a wave. Santana returned it with a nod.

"It was nice to meet you guys," Brittany piped up with a smile. Alex and Alana returned the smile.

"You too," they said in sync, before walking out of the Lima Bean. Santana turned around so she was facing Brittany.

"Where does Alex work?" she asked curiously.

"I don't even know, honestly. Some store in the mall," Santana said with a shrug.

Brittany seemed to be very curious about the two siblings. "Do they live together? They seem pretty close."

"They do, and they are. The only time they're not together is work, class and dates. They're the closest siblings I've ever seen," Santana admitted, laughing. Brittany nodded and smiled at Santana.

"What time do you have to leave?" the blonde wondered.

"I have another class at two," the Latina informed her. "What about you?"

"One," Brittany answered with disappointment. "I get off from here in half an hour."

"Oh," Santana muttered with a frown.

"My class ends at three-thirty, when does yours end?" Brittany asked.

"The same time," she answered, a smile growing on her face. "Can we hang out after? Please?"

Brittany beamed at her. "Of course!" Santana smiled before glancing around the room. Noticing that there was only one person in the shop, drinking coffee and working intently on her laptop, Santana leaned in towards her girlfriend and gave her a quick kiss.

The Latina wanted to kiss Brittany forever and ever, but a few customers came in to order a drink, so Santana stood to the side and just watched Brittany be her normal perfect self.

When Brittany had to go, Santana left the coffee shop as well. She walked around with no direction for a few minutes, before her phone rang. She checked it and saw that it was Butthead again. Huffing, she clicked ignore again.

However, he just called back again only a few seconds after. Taking a shaky breath, Santana thought about answering the call. No. It doesn't matter what he has to say. It doesn't matter, because he's not part of my life anymore. He wanted to leave, and I'm glad he did, because now I'm with Brittany.

Santana, instead of answering, hit the "block number" button. Now that butthead couldn't call her anymore. She sighed, relieved, and rounded a corner, still wandering aimlessly.

"Damn!" Santana shouted suddenly as she found herself face to face with Puck. "What the hell do you want Puckerman?"

"You would know if you picked up any of my calls!" Puck exclaimed.

"Well, obviously I didn't! So tell me before I go all Lima Heights on your ass!" Santana threatened. Puck rolled his eyes.

"You and me both know you couldn't do that to me. You love me," Puck stated. Santana scowled. She might've thought that she loved Puck before, but she knew now that she never did.

"I don't!" Santana yelled at him.

Crossing his arms, Puck said simply, "I made a mistake."

"What? Ran out of money in whatever city you went to?" the Latina asked, annoyed.

"I'm talking about dumping you, Santana. You said that it wasn't just the popularity, and you were right. I really do love you, and I don't know what to do with myself now that you're not with me," Puck admitted. "I want to get back with you."

Santana saw the arrogance in Puck's eyes. Arrogance that meant that Puck thought Santana would gladly get back with him. "I don't want to be with you Puck. Get that through your empty head." Santana started to turn around. She wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Come on, Santana, you and I both know that's not true," Puck argued, grabbing Santana's wrist. The Latina yanked her arm free and turned back to face her ex.

"No! You don't know anything about me Puck! I'm not the same person as I was when you dumped me!" Santana shouted, absolutely pissed at Puck.

"You can't change that fast!" Puck yelled back at her.

"Considering the fact that I have, I guess I can!" the Latina raged before turning on her heal and storming off.

"Santana! Wait!" Puck called. Santana ignored him and considered storming off. She didn't even know where she was going until she realized that she was now in the Lima Bean. Why had she come here? Brittany wasn't here.

It was one in the afternoon now, and Santana had class in an hour. But now she felt horrible, and she was considering skipping. You can't skip, Santana. Brittany wouldn't want you to. The Latina sighed as she went to the counter to order a coffee.

After Santana's class, she took out her phone to text Brittany. She hadn't asked her girlfriend where her class was, so she didn't know where to meet her. As she began to type out a message, her phone started ringing. It was Quinn.

"What do you want Q?" Santana asked, exasperated.

"How are you?" Quinn asked, sounding strange.

"Rather annoyed, actually, why?" the Latina asked, making her way out of the building she was in at the moment.

"I'm waiting for you outside your building. We need to talk for a bit," Quinn informed her quietly.

"I can't, I have plans―"

"With Brittany? Well, I promise it won't take long. Then you can go hang out with your new friend," Quinn promised. She didn't sound as bitter as normal until the last two words "new friend". Santana sighed.

"Okay, I'm coming." Santana hung up and left her building. Quinn rushed over to her.

"Did anything happen to you earlier? Before class?" Quinn asked. Santana raised an eyebrow. Did anything happen to me? Yeah, my ex boyfriend decided to ruin my day.

"How do you know about Puck coming?" the Latina asked suspiciously. Quinn took a deep breath.

"You were right before, Santana. About me being a bad best friend. I was telling you to move on and find a new guy. I was pressuring you. I realized that maybe you just need Puck in your life. So I called him, and it turns out that he needs you too," Quinn explained with a smile.

On one side, Santana wanted to go all Lima Heights on Quinn for calling Puck. On the other side, though, she knew that Quinn didn't know about Santana's new girlfriend, and she knew that Quinn was trying to be a good friend.

"Look, Quinn, I really appreciate you trying to help me. It's really nice of you... but I'm over Puck now. I don't want to back with him. And that's what I told him," Santana admitted. Quinn blinked.

"Oh. You're over him all suddenly? Just Saturday you were bawling your eyes out over him," the blonde reminded her.

"I know, but... I uh..."

"Santan― oh," came Brittany's voice from behind her. The taller girl stood next to Santana,

"I'll explain later, Quinn, okay? Thanks for trying to help," Santana said quietly, before stepping away with Brittany.

When they were out of earshot, Brittany asked, "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe later, okay?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded.

"What do you want to do right now then?" Brittany asked with a smile.

"We should go out," Santana suggested with a smile. "For a late lunch, and then after, we can go back to my place and watch a movie!"

"Sounds great," Brittany answered with a cute smile. Santana sighed happily as she took her girlfriend's hand. She gave her an amorous smile and they headed towards their cars.

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