I'm so so sooo sorry that this took me so long to post. This was extremely difficult to write and I'm not really happy with it. The story's coming to an end and I hope that I can make these last few chapters better than the rest. Ana's POV
Morning After
The bright sunlight burned Ana's eyes as she slowly opened them Sunday morning. If the time on the alarm clock next to her was right, it was 7:40 a.m. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed that she wasn't in her lilac room, laying on her comfy queen sized bed, but instead she was in Puck's room.
"What the fuck?" She muttered as she eased herself off the bed. But she was stopped by a limp arm laying on top of her. Still confused and groggy, she weakly shifted over to see who the arm belonged to. And of course, it was Puck's. She was puzzled by the situation that she was in, she sat up on the bed, ran her fingers through her tangled hair and tried to remember what had happened last night.
Suddenly, a image flashed into her mind of Puck punching the shit out of Karofsky. Increasingly confused, she tried to remember anything that had happened last night, and soon, she made a mental list:
1. She went to a party last night and had a shit ton to drink.
2. She drank because Karofsky was being an asshole.
3. He came back, all apologetic, and convinced her to come up to a room.
4. Then they got up in the room and she started thinking about Puck.
5. When she told Karofsky that she wanted to stop, he told her no.
6. He slapped her (Ana felt the dried blood on her lip and shuddered.)
7. Puck came into the room and got Karofsky off of her.
8. Puck beat the hell out of Karofsky and then took Ana to his house.
9. She was terrified and really shaken up, so she asked Puck to lay in his bed with her.
Then, she drew a blank. Had they done anything? Would Puck actually try anything after that had just happened to her? No, of course not. Puck wasn't a big enough pervert to make the moves on a girl who'd almost been raped by her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, she corrected herself.
Wow, rape. The word made Ana's blood run cold. Is that what had happened last night? She really didn't know. Rape was such a serious and a scary word. It was used by doctors and actors on Law & Order. She never would've thought that the word would apply to her life. But, it didn't. Karofsky didn't rape her, he just went outside her comfort zone, that's all.
The sound of Puck stirring in the bed and his lips smacking broke Ana from her inner thoughts. "Shit," she whispered to herself. "I've gotta get out of here." Quietly, she moved her legs out from underneath the sheets and placed Puck's arm next to him. She contemplated leaving a note, telling him that she was going to get home okay and thanking him for all that he'd done, but decided that it was best if she just left. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, Ana gathered her things and tip-toed out the door.
As Ana stepped out of her black Pruis and onto the parking lot's asphalt Monday morning, she instantly yearned for home. But, she reasoned with herself, sooner or later she was going to have to face everybody. It was better sooner than later.
Taking a deep cleansing breath of air, she shuffled her feet to the glass doors of McKinley and cautiously opened them. The second she walked into the hallway, she could literally feel all the cold hard stares of the people surrounding her.
"Oh good lord," she said, rolling her eyes at a specific group of freshman girls who were gawking at her, whispering.
Ana was about to go over to the girls and ask them what was so goddamn interesting, but she was intersected by a Cheerio who was blocking her path. "What?" Ana grumbled to the girl.
"I was just going to come and talk to you." Santana claimed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fucking fantastic." Ana said sarcastically. "Why do you care?"
"Well, everyone's talking about what happened on Saturday with you and Karofsky. I was just wondering if you needed to talk to anyone about it."
"I don't. And if I did, you'd be the last person I'd come to." Ana swerved around the other Latina . She felt bad about being a bitch, but there was no way she was going to spill out all over her feelings to the girl Puck cheated on her with. She was halfway to homeroom when she was stopped by another person.
"Ana," Karofsky said, pulling her to the side of the hallway.
"Yeah?" She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You didn't, ya didn't tell anyone about Saturday, did you?"
Ana gulped. "No, but I'm pretty sure everyone already knows. I didn't tell-" Ana was distracted and stopped mid-sentence by Finn storming towards them.
"Don't touch her." Finn ordered, pushing Karofsky into the row of lockers.
"Chill the fuck out, Hudson. I can do whatever I want, it's a free country." Karofsky claimed, narrowing his eyes at the giant.
"You touch her, and I swear to god I'll-" Finn started, backing Karofsky into the lockers again.
"Finn, calm down," Ana interrupted, pulling his arm, "please. Let's just go." Finn gave Karofsky another menacing glare, but followed Ana.
"Thanks, Finn, that was really sweet." Ana said once they were out of ear shot of Karofsky.
"No problem, if he tries to talk to you again, just say the word and I'll kick his ass."
Ana couldn't help but chuckle at Finn's sudden toughness. "So, uh," Finn stuttered, turning a corner. "Somebody wants to talk to you."
"I really don't feel like talking to anyone right now."
"Well," Finn stopped and gestured to Puck who was now standing in front of them, hands shoved in his pockets.
"I gotta go," Ana said, darting to her left, but Puck grabbed her hand before she could leave.
"We really need to talk, babe." Puck said, turning Ana towards himself and interlacing their fingers. Ana nervously bit her lip and hesitantly agreed, following Puck towards the nearest exit and onto a narrow row of bleachers. Puck sat down on the bench, motioning for Ana to take a seat too. "Sweetie, what happened on Saturday night? What the hell did Karofsky do to you?"
"I don't remember," she said, her voice beginning to crack.
"Try to remember for me, Ana." Puck said, pulling her into a comforting one-armed hug.
Ana took a deep breath and let herself fall into Puck's arms. She suddenly felt safe, secure and she told every detail that she could remember of Saturday night. After she had finished she let out a sigh of relief, followed by a few tears.
"I'm gonna kill that fucker." Puck muttered under his breath while his finger stroked her forearm.
"Please, babe, can we just talk about something else?" Ana asked, wiping her tears away.
"Sure, after you answer one more question." Puck said, shifting his body so that Ana was resting on his chest.
"What?" She groaned.
"Are you gonna tell anyone?"
"Santana told me everyone already knows. But I wasn't planning on telling anyone."
"Not even your grandma, or the police?"
Ana turned around suddenly to look at Puck. "Why the hell would I tell them?"
"Don't you want Karofsky to be punished for what he did?"
She shrugged slightly, and muttered, "not really."
"What?" Puck exclaimed, obviously enraged. "He fucking raped you Ana. He-"
"No!" Ana screamed, cutting him off. "No he didn't. Don't say that word to me ever again, okay?"
The pissed-off look on Puck's face morphed into a worried and confused look. "But he would've, babe. If I hadn't come in there, he would've."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I know douche bags like him. He would've done anything to get what he wants."
"Whatever, I'm not telling anyone about what happened. And you'd better not either."
"But, Ana-"
"I'm serious, Puck. All I want to do is forget about this."
Puck took his hand off of her leg and placed it on her cheek. "I'm sorry. It's just- it makes me sick to think that anyone would ever harm you like that. I'd never forgive myself if anyone hurt you, I love you too much."
"You love me?" Ana asked meekly.
He smiled his charming smile and said, "of course I do, babe. I'm in love with you, I never stopped." The last comment made Ana's bronze cheeks flush a rosy red.
"I love you too," Ana whispered, pressing her lips against Puck's. Their lips fit perfectly together, almost like they were made for each other.
"Wait," Puck said, pulling back. "We can't do this."
"Why not?"
Puck opened his mouth, but closed it again as he struggled to find an answer.
Ana rolled her eyes and stood up off of Puck's lap. "Fuck you," she said between gritted teeth before leaving Puck by himself.
