Author's Note: Consider this...tomorrow's post. Unless I write a chapter tomorrow and just HAVE to post it. In either case, two chapters in one day! Woo hoo!
Days 2 and 3
I want to sleep for a week straight. The last two days have been crazy...well, mostly today. Full of drama! Just like I knew.
Day 2 of the Puck/Brittany visit consisted of Mike and Matt showing them around the city and having a barbeque in our smallish backyard in the evening. Santana showed up for that but stayed on the opposite side of the yard from Puck and Brittany all night, not attempting even a "hi" to either of them. I couldn't blame her, to be honest.
"Awkward," Artie whispered to me, while Matt was flipping the burgers and talking to Brittany.
Glancing at Puck, I noticed the way his eyes kept darting toward Santana before refocusing on Mike, who was telling him about his job. Finn was standing there too but was clearly not paying any attention to either of them. "Frustrating too," I whispered back. Shrugging, because it's not like I could do anything about it, considering Puck and San are the two most stubborn people on earth (though Artie would probably say I am, but whatever), I handed Artie the bottle of sunblock lotion I had brought outside with me. "Apply," I told him, sitting in his lap.
Grinning, he took the bottle from my hands and began to lather it on liberally. And, of course, he took his time.
"I think you're done," I said, laughing, after about five minutes.
"I think I missed…many spots." Leaning forward, he placed a kiss below my ear. "Might take me awhile to get them all."
"Of course it will." Smiling, I relaxed as his hands massaged the lotion into my skin. It felt really good and I didn't mind all that much if he continued to do it. "Mmmm…"
"You like?" His mouth was right next to my ear and his breath sort of tickled.
"Mmhmm." Closing my eyes, I tilted my head up, enjoying both the feel of Artie's hands on me and how it was starting to cool down.
My bliss (and Artie's) was interrupted by a tall shadow that loomed over us. "Can I be next?" Brittany asked, smiling coyly at MY fiancé.
"Uhhh…" Artie's hands stopped, his fingers still pressed into my skin. "I don't think-"
"What he means," I interrupted. "is no. Go ask your boyfriend to do it."
Scrunching her eyes together, Brittany stared down at me for a long time before asking, "My boyfriend?"
Turning my head, my eyes met Artie's and he looked as confused as I did. "Puck…"
Several minutes passed before Brittany nodded. "Oh, yes. Puck's my boyfriend." Then she hurried away, slipping her arm through Puck's.
"That was weird…"
Narrowing my eyes, I agreed with Artie. "Yes, for more reason than one."
I had hoped that my thoughts concerning that issued had been so very wrong. I hate that they weren't.
So the evening passed away with much incident beyond that, although we had sort of formed into camps. Santana by herself, Finn by himself, me and Artie, Brittany and Puck, and Mike and Matt trying to talk to and include everyone. Poor Mike and Matt.
Day 3...oh God, day 3. That was today...
I woke up to noises and wandered out of the bedroom to find Puck and San going at it. Brittany wasn't in the room, from what I could see. But, then again, I didn't actually go in the room but remained in the hall, sort of eavesdropping and spying.
"Don't act like this is my fault," I heard Puck growl. "You didn't want to be with me so I moved on."
"I never said I didn't want to be with you, Puck. God. You were the one who broke up with me, remember? And you moved on? To one of my best friends? That's just low."
"Why ain't she getting this lecture? She's half of this relationship, you know."
"Ain't isn't a word!" San practically shouted. "And you probably took advantage of her or something."
Peeking around the corner, I saw the mixture of hurt and rage on Puck's face. But instead of losing it, he grabbed his wallet and said, quietly, "I'm outta here." When he left, he slammed the door, rattling the whole house.
Santana stood there for a minute before sinking down the couch. I approached her at the same time as Mike and Matt exited their bedroom. I waved them away and sat down next to her.
"San?"
She turned to look at me, not even bothering to wipe her tears away. As long as I have known her, I don't think I've ever seen San cry. At least not over a guy. Which just proves how special of a guy Puck is to her. Knowing there was nothing I could say, I just hugged her. And, slowly, she hugged me back.
We spent the day on my bed, eating ice cream and watching John Hughes movies (we both love anything by him) before San opened up.
"I love him," she said simply. It was the first time she had said it out loud. "I was afraid to say it back then and I don't even know why. And now he's with Brittany and I've lost him." She swallowed several times, trying to compose herself.
"You don't know that. I mean, he wouldn't have gotten so mad if he didn't still care. And that wasn't all that long ago."
Shaking her head, Santana stirred her Ben & Jerry's. "Doesn't matter."
"You keep saying that," I cried. "But it does! San, it does matter! If you really love him, you need to tell him. Otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life wondering what would've happened if you had. Don't let him just like slip out of your fingers."
Smiling sardonically, she lifted her eyes. "Thanks for all the cliché's, Q."
I'm still not sure if that meant she'd talk to him or not. I guess I'll have to wait and see.
San eventually fell asleep and I managed to get her to her room, where, once on her bed, she curled up in a ball.
Okay, Artie and the guys (and Brittany…ugh) are back from the movies so I need to stop writing and talk to Artie and be held by him.
