"Hey, come on Little Lopez. We're going to be late." Alex groaned as she felt Puck tugging on her arm. She had spent the past 20 minutes trying to stay awake for a reason she had pretty much forgotten, and the idea of getting up and actually having to move was unbearable. She had never been this high in her life and there was no way in hell she was going to make it through a Glee Club rehearsal.
"We're bringing the weed." The teenager mumbled, managing to get to her feet and grabbing the bowl and bag. Puck arched an eyebrow and stared at her.
"You sure about this?" He asked uncertainly.
"I'm already fucked. Might as well." She shrugged before pulling him out of the bedroom and towards the front door.
What was normally a 15 minute drive took Puck almost half an hour, considering driving 20 miles an hour felt like 50. The mowhawked boy carefully scanned the roads for cops while his younger companion filled the car with smoke, effectively hot boxing him too. By the time they got to McKinley, any hope of their current state going unnoticed was gone.
"Stick that shit in the glove box and try to walk in a straight line." Puck instructed, pulling his keys from the ignition and getting out of the driver's side. Alex did as she was told and followed him into the school, a string of pointless thoughts chugging their way through her clouded mind.
"Alright everyone, since Mr. Schuester is 'busy' on Saturdays, I will be conducting this rehearsal. Now, where is Puck? And Santana, where's your sister?" Rachel asked, looking up from her pink clipboard to scan the room. Everyone else was present and accounted for and Santana was already more than on edge about the two that were missing.
"I don't know, but I'm about to track down Puckerman and scalp that stupid mowhaw-"
"Sorry we're late everyone. Traffic." Santana was cut off by Noah himself as the football player sauntered into the room. The second the Latina locked eyes with him, she saw red. Literally and figuratively, considering he looked like he had spilled chlorine in his eyes. And her sister, who had entered soon after him, was even worse.
"I'm going to kill you!" Santana snarled, launching herself at the taller boy. Her outstretched hands were inches away from his neck when Sam and Quinn caught her and managed to hold her back. Puck backed away clumsily and held his hands up in a mock surrender while Alex stared at the scene blankly from behind him.
"Yo, it was her idea. Chill Santana." Puck said defensively, watching as the Latina in front of him fought viciously against the blondes holding her back. Santana turned her attention from him and stilled her struggling. She attempted to catch her sister's gaze and finally managed to pull out of the hands restraining her. The room was intensely quiet and everyone remained still for a few seconds.
"Sorry Berry, but we're going home." Santana said finally. There was a sort of calm in her voice that left everyone feeling a bit uneasy, but no one stopped her from crossing the room and pulling her stoned sister out of the choir room.
"You should leave too Puckerman. And leave Alex the hell alone." Quinn spoke up coldly after the Lopez sisters had exited. Puck glanced at her, surprise and confusion written all over his face, but didn't argue when he realized that no one was going to stick up for him. Sighing, he shrugged back into his jacket and started out towards the parking lot.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Santana demanded as soon as she had gotten Alex safely inside the car. The Latina stared at her unresponsive sister few several seconds, waiting for a response. All she got was a straight ahead stare and a vague expression of indifference.
"Can we get food?" Santana had just started the car when her sister's distant voice startled her. As much as she wanted to be furious with the younger girl, she couldn't say that she hadn't gotten high her fair share of times. The only difference was that Santana had done it for fun and Alex had obviously done it to cope.
"Taco Bell or McDonalds?" She sighed, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Wendy's. I want a Baconator with fries and a chocolate Frosty. Please." Alex listed, leaning back in her seat and finally glancing at Santana. The Latina nodded begrudgingly and started towards the nearby fast food restaurant. Lucky for them, she was able to get through the drive-thru quickly and within minutes, Alex was contently going to town on her food.
"If mom's home, just keep your cool, okay? I'll get you upstairs and into bed and then you can sleep all of this off." Santana said seriously, killing the engine as they pulled into their driveway. Alex nodded slowly, sipping at her Frosty, and followed the older girl into the house. Fortunately, Mrs. Lopez was nowhere to be found and the pair of them headed straight up to Alex's bedroom.
"You want me to stay, or are you good?" Santana asked uncertainly. Alex crawled into bed and awkwardly slid herself to the far end of the bed as an open invitation. Her older sister quickly shut the lights out, thankful that Alex was at least being responsive, and then laid down next to her. Within minutes, the teenager had drifted off.