And what do we say to pants? Not today.
I wake up with a sore face and the inability to close my fist fully. That's ok because I shouldn't have to hit Josh again. The noise that woke me finally registers, it's Pucks shower. God I love hot and private showers. The majority of showers I get are freezing cold with Brittany in the room half the time. I have told her it's creepy and she responds with deal with it. The cycle isn't fun or productive so I gave up arguing. When Puck walks out of the bathroom in nothing but brief, steam billowing around him and says, "All yours." I could have kissed him. I don't because been there, done that, bad plan. It's only once I'm the shower thinking about that when I hits me. I haven't had a period since the accident.
I ... Fuck. I had come to terms with my life being pretty much over but this wasn't something I'd realised. Beth is the only thing I will leave behind in this world. Shit, she doesn't even know me. I start to cry. The water starts to cool down, I turn the tap off but I can't turn off my tears. The door opens about a foot and clean jeans, t-shirt, singlet and socks get thrown in. The door starts to close, but he must hear the crying before he finishes shutting the door.
"You OK?"
"Fine." Considering I got it out between sobs Puck doesn't buy it.
"You have 20 seconds to get dressed or stop crying before I'm coming in." I manage to get out of the shower and get a towel before he comes in. "You don't look ok." He wraps his arms around be and I cry into his shoulder. He stands there and rubs my back for five minutes until I stop snuffling,
"Feeling any better now?" I step back and rub my nose.
"Beth is perfect isn't she?"
He sighs, "Yea she is. You gonna be ok?"
"Yes, just dealing with the new facts of life."
"Still going to Glee this morning?"
"Yea just keep me away from Brittany I may take a swing."
He leaves the room and I get dressed, Puck has leant me nearly a full change of clothes which is nice. Not having much is getting old.
It's a quiet drive to school. I just hunch in the passenger seat in my Carmel letterman, I chose the blue this morning as a bit of a fuck everyone. Today is yet another day that I don't want to deal with school. Showing up reminds me that I don't have a future, can't go to Yale and I generally can't concentrate in class anyway. I'd go to work but I can't move my hand. Puck kill the engine and turns to me,
"So,"
"Yes?" I raise my eyebrow at his tone. "Ow, Fuck." That split the stupid thing open again. He starts laughing.
"Real intimidating. Bleed on people, that will scare them." I give him the evils out of my left eye while I hold my t-shirt to the cut. "Anyway, are you ready to head in or are you just going to sulk in here all day?"
"Can I please?"
"No, get going you have an entire hour and a half to traumatise the Glee club."
When I get out of the truck I stumble, without Puck catching me I would have face planted. Stupid Dave not pulling his stupid hit likely giving me a stupid concussion. Puck and I are running a little late due to my emotional breakdown, all that means is we see the hockey players arrive for their post game meeting. I snap my fingers at Josh and his head whips around. He isn't the only one in this hallway staring at me, the balding coach is giving me the evil eye. Yea bro, me and your defector destroyed your team, I smirk but remember not to raise the eyebrow this time.
"Excuse me Coach, I just need to borrow Josh for a minute."
"Don't you think you caused enough damage yesterday?" My smirk changes into a grin,
"Yesterday was educational don't you think? I just need him for a small apology, then you can have him back."
The coach chooses to misinterpret this and lets Josh follow me. We get to the choir room slowly as he is walking very stiffly, I feel a little bad especially in light of my current pain. Then I remember the sheer amount of emotional damage his speech could have caused Santana, had she not had her friends to back her up and hold her together. I flicker my fingers at him, he swallows and heads in. I hear most of his stuttering apology through the door. It is fucking hilarious, more importantly it's sincere and I'm sure he means well when he finishes on, "and I'm sure your girlfriend will be way hotter than mine." before he rushes out the door.
I walk in before the door shuts, everyone in the room looks stunned there is a small smile on Santana's face so I win. The conversations slowly pick up again; Mike and Tina are arguing Chicken feet salad vs. Breadstix salad, Sugar is trying to push god awful bling onto Mercedes, Kurt is desperately ignoring Rachel and Artie is showing off features of Brittany's iPhone to her. The last pair makes me laugh becauseif B wanted to, she could probably make a whole new OS for the damn thing. My amusement is tempered by my simmering rage that she 'forgot' to inform me I'm now infertile. Bitch. Santana bumps her leg against mine when I sit down. Good distraction.
"So I'm guessing you had something to do with Simple Simon this morning."
"Nah, I am pretty sure he magically realised he was way out of line."
She snorts, somehow delicately its fucking weird. "With zero persuasion? Because your face and shirt say differently." I look down, with a black t shirt the blood is barely noticable, but I'm clearly busted. I smile and shrug, "Just because I showed up dirty this year, doesn't mean I don't still run this shit heap."
"You never ran this place, It has always been me. But thank you. For your misguided attempt at whatever." Aw, from Santana that is practically a declaration of undying love. She files her nails for a bit, checks them, goes back to filing. When I stop paying her 100% of my attention she turns and kisses me on the cheek.
Wow, just wow. It starts an interesting chain of events. First colour floods my cheeks and I blush harder than I ever have before, I feel my whole body going red before the heat start to sink in. It settles around my heart and my makes my day seem way less bleak than it did in Puck's shower. Puck wolf whistles and Brittany's back stiffens. She snatches her phone off Artie and start to play the ignore everything game.
"Uh, Brit, remember I told you snatching is rude." Later Puck swore he saw something snap behind her eyes.
"FUCK YOU, four eyes. You know shit, next year you're going to be proud of jail breaking iPods, while I have a fucking DARPA internship." She grabs her stuff and storms out. She is way better at the storm out than Rachel ever was, the room is shocked into silence. I'm not hugely concerned though because with Santana's hand in mine, my world is pretty fucking OK.
AN - The top note is about me getting snapped in the lounge room with no pants, I had the cut off legs of my jeans and a blanket. When I stood up my flatmate started laughing his head off.
Also last update for a while because HOLIDAY. I need to be up in three hours to get to the airport.
