She was sitting on his lap, drifting off into sleep.
"Your butt bone is digging into my leg," Puck said, fidgeting.
Santana scowled, "Quit moving."
"I'm serious- your ass is killing me."
"I'mma stab you if you don't shut up."
Puck sighed and remained still for a moment.
"You really need to eat more Twinkies," he mumbled after a while. Santana let out a huff in response. "They would totally give you some cushioning right there."
Santana slid off his lap and into the space beside him.
"Finally, I probably have bruises by now." Puck muttered before closing his eyes.
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