I SLEPT OVER AT SANTANA'S HOUSE AND MOST OF IT WAS AWESOME

PART 2

When I woke up the next morning, Santana was still sleeping beside me. She had rolled away though, and was now lying in fetal position on the other side of the bed. I moved over to her and gave her a peck on her check, stroking my finger down her arm. She seemed to awaken a bit, but she made no move to actually get up. She just made a sleepy grumble and lifted her knees to her chest so she was curled up in a ball.

I smiled sweetly, she looked adorable in the morning.

I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom adjacent to Santana's room. After peeing and splashing some water on my face to really wake up, I walked back into Santana's room. She sat up in bed with a strange expression on her face, and as soon as I entered she turned her head to face me. I saw her softly breathe in and out, like she was relieved.

I frowned at her and crawled next to her on the bed. "Everything okay?"

She looked at me a bit awkwardly, and then looked down. "I thought you had left."

I looked at her, a bit baffled. "Why would I have left?"

She shrugged. "I don't know.."

I shook my head, lifted my hand towards her chin so I could softly turn her face towards me, and gently kissed her lips. I sighed. "I'm not leaving you, alright? Don't worry."

She slowly nodded and managed to show a little smile. It was an awkward smile, but it was something. I looked over at the alarm clock at saw that it was already 11am. We slept in.

At that moment there was a knock on the door. Santana hummed a bit and the door opened slightly. It was Santana's mom.

"Santana? That boy from last time is here to see you. Should I tell him you have company?"

Santana took a deep breath, and thought for a second. "No, just let him come up. He knows where my room is."

Ms. Lopez gave Santana a skeptical look. "You know I don't like it when you have boys in your room, mihja. But Brittany is here, so" she glanced at me, "I'll send him up." She said, before disappearing in the hall again.

I frowned at Santana. "Okay, what boy?"

"Puck" she said, glancing at me as she got out of bed. "It won't take long, but you'll need to hide somewhere."

"What?" I also stood up and stared at her, uncertain of what was happening.

We both heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, and they were rapidly approaching. "Shit" Santana mumbled. "Okay, just .. just go in the closet or something.

"What? I'm not gonna -"

"-Britt, please?"

I sighed, but did what she said anyway. I crawled into the closet - of all places - and just as I closed the door, I heard the one to her bedroom open. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear their voices.

"What are you doing here, Noah? You can't just come over when my mom is home, I thought I had made that very clear last time."

"I just wanted to see if you were okay." I heard Puck reply. There was a defensive tone in his voice.

There was a moment of silence, before Santana huffed. "Why?"

"Well yesterday you were all acting all crazy and upset so I figured you were on your ladytime or something."

I frowned a bit annoyed. I hated those kind of boys who think that whenever a girl is upset she's on her period, like that's the only thing we could be upset about. So typical.

I heard someone rummage in a bag or something. "I brought chocolate." I heard Puck say. "Thought it might make you feel better .. I ate like, half of it on the way over, but there's still some."

What? What was happening? Puck was an asshole, he didn't care about Santana. He didn't care about anyone for that matter. And now he was bringing her chocolate to make her feel better?

I heard Santana sigh. "Thanks. But I'm not on my period." I heard her sit down on the bed, and then Puck too.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked. " 'cause it's almost the third week of the month."

She chuckled. "I still think it's weird that you know when I'm menstruating."

He made a weird noise. "Please don't use that word." He grumbled, and she laughed lightly.

"So what were you upset about then?"

Santana sighed again. What was she going to tell him?

"Do you remember that thing I told you? A few weeks ago ..?"

"That you're into the ladies?" He said, and I didn't like the way he did. I imagined he was wiggling his eyebrows at her with a smug grin on his face.

"Yeah" Santana breathed. "That."

But, wait. Puck knew? She had already told him? Why didn't I know that? And why did I have to hide in her closet if he already knew?

"What about it?" He asked her.

"People found out. The Glee club knows, that creepy Jewish dude with his gossip blog knows .. Soon everyone will know, and .. um, my reputation will be ruined."

I had a feeling that she had wanted to say something else, that her reputation wasn't the most important thing she was struggling with right now. Maybe she knew reputations were the only thing Puck understood.

Okay, probably not. That was mean .. When I heard how Puck talked to her, he actually seemed kind of nice. Kind of.

"So what?" He replied. "What does it matter if people know? You're still you, and when your little phase is over and you're back with me no one will care anymore."

Hold up.

He thought she was in a phase?

I heard her slap his head. "It's not a fucking phase, you idiot. I'm in love with her."

Hearing her say that gave me that fluttery feeling in my stomach again, and hearing her say that to Puck, just put a grin on my face.

After a moment of silence, Puck spoke again. "With who?"

He sounded really confused.

"With Brittany, moron. Who else?"

"Who is - wait. Brittany? That hot new girl who is friends with Quinn?"

"Yes." Santana replied. "The same girl who I've been calling you off for these last two months."

"And you're in love with her?"

Santana breathed in audibly. "Yes."

"Alright .." Puck said thoughtfully, "so .. you're like .. gay?"

Santana didn't reply instantly. "I .." She sighed. "I guess I am."

"Damn." Puck replied. "There goes my sex life."

"Shut up" Santana laughed. "I'm sure you have plenty of gullible college girls to have really gross orgies with."

"That's true." Puck said, laughing. "But at least with you I didn't have to worry about having to call after, you were always the first to run out of the door. I think you even explicitly told me not to make eye contact with you for a week a couple of times."

This was all getting a bit too detailed for me. I didn't really want to hear all of their after-sex habits.

As if she has read my mind, Santana changed the subject.

"Anyway," she said. "You should probably go. I have some crap to do today."

"Yeah, me too." He said, and I heard the bed softly squeek again. "So, Monday at school, I'm pissed at you for leaving me for some chick?"

Santana chuckled softly. "Only if I get to throw really dirty looks at you in class."

"Deal. So long, sucker." Puck said at last, while I heard the door to Santana's room open. "Oh, and tell Brittany that she can come out of the closet" he added, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You shouldn't shove your girlfriend back in there, San. And if you do, you shouldn't yell it trough the house."

I heard Santana gasp and slap his arm or something. "You're such an asshole! You knew?"

I was confused. Did I have to come out now or not?

"Of course I did. But I gotta run, football practice." He paused. "You gonna eat those chocolates?"

"Get out" I heard Santana laughing, and a second or two later I heard the door close.

"Is he gone?" I asked. It was so dark in there and really uncomfortable so I really wanted to get out.

The closet doors flew open and Santana tugged me out by my arms, before she caught my lips with hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck and even though I was taken off guard, I kissed her back and let myself get pulled even closer against her body.

After a few seconds, she broke the kiss and looked up at me. "Sorry" she whispered.

A bit dazed, and thinking she was talking about suddenly kissing me, I smiled goofily. "Not complaining" I replied, before I pecked her lips.

She chuckled. "I meant the whole Puck thing."

I nodded slowly. "Right .." I replied thoughtfully. "I kinda almost forgot about that."

A soft giggle escaped her lips. "You're such a dork."

"I know" I said, grinning at her. "So anyway," I sat down on her bed and she took place on my lap - which made my smile even wider - "what the hell was that about? He was like, nice to you .."

"Well yeah," she said as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder and started to play with my hair. "We're friends. Why wouldn't he be nice to me?"

I frowned and bit my lip. "I guess I always just thought that he was a first class asshole."

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Most of the time, he is" she laughed. "But he's a good guy, you know. And he cares for his friends. He just had a really crappy childhood and that kinda fucked him up."

I thought about that for a second. "Like you." I said after some time. She was playing with my hair, but now her hands stilled.

After a moment of silence, she replied "Yeah, like me."

"Except that you're way hotter." I uttered.

She laughed. "Exactly. Now shall we go eat? I'm starving." She jumped up when I nodded and together we walked downstairs.

I stayed with Santana until about 2 pm. We talked some more and when I spotted her baby pictures on the shelf she made the mistake of telling me she had about three albums laying somewhere in the house. After a lot of whining she went to get them, and we spent an hour or two looking and laughing at the pictures. She was even more adorable as a baby. She was wearing pink dresses in like, half of the pictures, and she was always smiling. Her chubby baby cheeks showed dimples every time she laughed, and every picture she found terribly embarrassing, just made me fall in love even more.

I made her laugh because every time there was a picture of naked baby Santana I gasped and whispered "oh my gosh nudes", "so sexay", or "I wish you'd send me that".

And there were a lot of nudes. I didn't mind at all though, it was cute.

There were also some pictures with her abuela. She always had a stern face and almost never smiled, which was a gigantic contrast with the adorable cinnamon roll Santana on her lap. I could tell that Santana didn't like looking at those pictures, she always quickly turned the page. But then there was a funny picture again and I was so glad I could make her smile. It was like the whole world stopped for a moment every time she laughed. It made the butterflies in my stomach dance and I just couldn't help but smile at her.

After a while we both kinda got bored, and I decided that it was best for me to go home. She agreed - she still had crap to do, I still didn't know what - and told me she'd take me home.

I said goodbye to ms. Lopez, who told me that I was always welcome, and drove home with Santana. She held my hand the whole way.

After we had said goodbye in car - I asked her if sje wanted to come in but she politely declined - I got out and walked to the front door. I opened it and waved at her, before she drove off.

A few hours later she called me up, telling me she had a plan. I smiled and asked her what it was about. Apparently the crap she had to do that day was figuring out a plan for school on Monday. By then, Jacob Ben Israel probably would have updated his blog, and we couldn't deny it anymore, so the only thing to do was tell the world before they started to ask questions.

She had it all figured out and I couldn't help but think it was so cute, I mean, she even wrote it all down.

With a smile on my face, I listened to her talk, and when she eventually asked me if it was okay with me, I softly nodded to myself.

"It's perfect." I replied. "Count me in."