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"Ugh!" Santana roared through the apartment, and Quinn immediately stuck her head around the kitchen doorway with a curious frown as pancakes sizzled on the stove. "I am so hot!"
"I know!" The blonde called back, still frowning, "There's no need to brag?"
Santana wandered through to the kitchen with a heavy scowl, pulling a thin tshirt over her head as Quinn turned back to the pancakes. "I had a shower like ten minutes ago and I'm already sweaty!" She held her hands up in frustration, her fingers curled into claws, and Quinn sniggered, shifting the pancake around the pan to flip it over.
"I know. Maybe we should think about installing air conditioning?" The blonde mumbled absent-mindedly, and Santana's lip curled.
"Ugh, and how much will that cost?" She hoisted herself onto the counter, smiling momentarily as Quinn passed a pancake onto a plate and handed it over to her.
"I have absolutely no idea. Maybe we should just get a fan?" She shrugged as she poured the batter into the pan once again.
"Better plan." Santana nodded, pouring syrup all over her pancake.
"Okay, I spoke to Rachel while you were in the shower." Quinn pointed to her with the end of her fork and Santana frowned, her eyes wide. "She said Jess is bringing cocktails, Brittany is organising my cake for dessert, she's going to make her salad, as always, and is also going to bring cous cous and potato salad. And her own vegan burgers-"
"Ew, no!" Santana grimaced through a mouth of pancake, "She's not putting her fake meat all over my barbeque!"
Quinn rolled her eyes, flipping another pancake, "What are you talking about? We don't even own a barbeque. If you had let me finish, I would have told you that Puck has one he's going to bring with him. And I text Sam and forced him to buy the meat because it's my birthday." She turned to wink at Santana, and the brunette chuckled.
"So all we need to do is buy chairs, a table and decorate for a party. Awesome." She grinned, and Quinn nodded, turning to lean her hip on the counter beside her.
"Yeah, I'm thinking Hawaiian theme." She nodded, turning back to the stove to serve her own pancake, "You know, grass skirts, coconut bras, Hawaiian shirts, Puck making lots of puns on the word 'lei'."
"Haha wanky." Santana chortled to herself as Quinn reached for the syrup. When she was finished she placed the syrup back in the cupboard before padding through to the living room, Santana following behind. The blonde had already flung the windows open, and the thin curtains were flapping in the warm breeze as Santana flicked the TV on.
"We're going to have a pretty busy weekend, huh?" Quinn raised her eyebrows at the brunette as she stuffed a forkful of pancake in her mouth, a large glob of syrup running down her chin. Santana leaned over to wipe it off with her thumb, nodding regretfully.
"Yeah, barbeque tomorrow and then Rachel's Company opening on Saturday." She shook her head, rolling her eyes, "I vote we do nothing but lay in bed on Sunday."
"Agreed." Quinn nodded firmly.
"So are we going shopping for patio furniture today?"
"If you want to." Quinn shrugged, "I have a pick-up for birthday cakes at one, but we could go after that?"
"Okay. Who's the pick-up for?" Santana asked, suddenly frowning in suspicion, "It's not for a Prittany Bierce is it?"
Quinn giggled, shaking her head, "No!"
"Oh God, I thought for a second she might try to get you to make your own birthday cake." Santana replied, rolling her eyes, "That's okay then."
"Yeah, it's some Happy 50th Birthday Charlie thing." She shrugged, "Don't worry."
"So shall we go straight from the bakery? I'll come help you?"
"Yeah, sure." Quinn grinned, "Where do you think we can get Hawaiian party decorations?"
"There's a party store like two subway stops away. They probably do them." Santana tilted her head thoughtfully, "Where can we get a table and chairs?"
"Um…a furniture store?" Quinn suggested, raising her eyebrows sarcastically.
"Oh. Oh yeah. Okay." Santana mumbled, nodding constantly.
"Cool, let's go or we'll be late." She jerked her head in the direction of the door and Santana nodded, taking the plates through to the kitchen as Quinn went to get her shoes from the bedroom. They left the apartment a few minutes later, quickly making their way to the bakery and opening up for the day.
-oOo-
"I like this one." Quinn pointed to the red spotted table and chairs on her left.
"Hmm, I like the pattern but it looks a little…flimsy." Santana tilted her head to the side, surveying the furniture with a frown.
"Are you planning on hosting the Superbowl on our roof?" She asked casually.
"Um, no?" Santana raised an eyebrow, staring blankly at Quinn.
"Then why does it matter?" She shrugged. Santana rolled her eyes.
"I just think that we want the most use out of our furniture as possible. And I don't entirely trust any of our friends not to have sex on it." The brunette shook her head, gazing around the store thoughtfully.
"Ew." Quinn grimaced, but her face immediately changed into one of content realisation.
"What?" Santana frowned, raising an eyebrow at the blonde's expression.
"Nothing. I, I just realised, we're buying furniture together." She stroked her fingertips over the surface of the spotty table, gazing down at it, and Santana's eyes narrowed.
"Yeah. Yeah we are…but I still don't understand?" She tilted her head to the side before pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the table beside them, plonking her elbows on the table top and resting her chin on her hands, "Pull up a pew and tell me what the hell you're talking about." She leaned back in her chair, giving Quinn a cheeky wink.
"You're very cavalier, but okay." The blonde followed suit, clasping her hands on the table and taking a deep breath, "It's just…it's serious, you know?" She said it with a smile, but Santana frowned, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yeah. It is." She averted her eyes to the table top, swallowing a lump in her throat, "You're not…I mean, you're not freaking out are you?"
"No!" Quinn shook her head, reaching out and taking one of Santana's hands from under her chin, holding it on the table, "No of course I'm not freaking out. It's just that, sure we live together and everything. But all of our stuff is either your stuff or my stuff. Aside from our bedtime moisturisers." She added as an afterthought, giving her head a slight shake to focus, "But all of the furniture and the kitchen utensils and pictures on the walls, photo frames, everything. They're all either yours or mine. But this," She drew a small circle on the table-top with her index finger, "It's going to be ours. We're going to pay for it together and use it together and it's the first real thing that's really…ours."
She finished with a small shrug and an excited grin, and Santana nodded thoughtfully before taking a breath to answer, "Yeah. I never really thought of it like that, but I guess you're right. The only times we pay for things together at the moment is when I'm two dollars short for movie rentals." She chuckled to herself, glancing around the store before looking back to Quinn, drumming her fingers against her cheek. "So, do you think maybe we should buy more things that are ours?" She raised her eyebrows, gazing up at the blonde through her eyelashes, and Quinn twisted her mouth thoughtfully.
"Like what?"
"I don't know." Santana shrugged, "We'll sell some stuff that's mine or yours and use the money to buy new things that are ours? Like, the couch is pretty worn – why not get ourselves a new one? We could even redecorate my apartment. Make it officially ours. My landlord doesn't care about redecorating as long as you don't use wallpaper." She shook her head and Quinn grinned, chuckling quietly.
"Really?" Santana nodded enthusiastically, "Well then, yeah sure! We could start looking for paint samples and stuff. That sounds awesome." She fell quiet, gazing at Santana and biting her lip excitedly. "It sounds perfect. I can't wait."
"Me neither." Santana replied genuinely, a grin spreading across her face, "But for now!" She slapped the table with her hands before pushing herself to her feet, "We have patio furniture to buy! Come on, Blondie." She extended her arm and Quinn took her hand, allowing the brunette to pull her to her feet. She pulled her close for a second, dropping a quick kiss on the end of the blonde's nose before leaning in for a chaste kiss on the lip. Grinning, she turned away to clasp Quinn's hand in her own, tugging her through the aisles of the store, surveying various furniture sets as they passed.
-oOo-
"Okay, definitely this one." Santana drummed her fingers on the table between them, nodding firmly.
"Good, I'm getting bored of weighing up the options. I hate making decisions." The blonde grimaced before smiling down at the table in front of her, "Okay, perfect."
"Cool. Let's go find a guy and tell him we'd like to buy it. How many chairs?" She raised her eyebrows at Quinn, who shrugged.
"I don't know, how about six? It'll be more expensive, but at least we can have everybody over without making people sit on the floor?" She held up her hands as if weighing the options, and Santana nodded.
"Okay, six it is. Let's go find a guy." She craned her neck to see down the aisles, and spotted a young man in a fake kitchen set-up a few yards away. "Excuse me?" She called, and the boy lifted his head, immediately striding over to them.
"Hello, miss. How can I help you?" He gave them a huge grin, his pearly white teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights.
"Um, we'd like to buy this table please? With six chairs." Quinn smiled politely, and the man nodded.
"Sure, no problem. However I do have to tell you that there are no deliveries for two weeks. We've been having some staffing issues," He shook his head guiltily, "So you can either take it home yourselves, or wait and have it delivered a week on…" He frowned down at a spreadsheet in front of him, "Thursday."
"Really? We kind of needed it for this weekend?" Santana winced, but the man shrugged.
"I'm really sorry. Do you have a car, do you think you could take it home in a few trips?" He suggested with a shrug, but Quinn shook her head.
"Nope. Just the subway."
"Oh." The man looked apologetic as Santana frowned down at the counter in front of her.
"We'll take it anyway." She decided with a firm nod, and Quinn frowned, grabbing the girls elbow to turn Santana to face her.
"Are you insane?" She stared at her incredulously, giving a nervous laugh, "How are we going to get a table and six chairs home and up to the roof?"
Santana quirked an eyebrow, "I know seven people who, between the both of us, all owe favours." She smirked, pulling out her phone, but Quinn shook her head sceptically.
"No way are the guys going to come help us lug patio furniture home. No way." She shrugged, "Why don't we just go somewhere else with working delivery systems?"
"Because." Santana tilted her head, "You want this one."
She turned away from the blonde, who stood gazing across at the table and chairs with a small smile. After punching in her pin number, Santana began scrolling through her contacts, "Quinn, you call Jess, I'll call Rachel. If they're busy then recruit whoever they're with."
Quinn nodded obediently, retrieving her own phone from her bag and finding Jess' number.
"What up, Berry. Are you busy?"
"Hey Jess, it's Q!"
"Good. I need a favour."
"Yeah, Santana and I just wondered if you could help us out?"
"You owe me one, midget! Get over it." Santana rolled her eyes with a sigh.
"Oh my God, you are a life saver!"
"All we need you to do is just like, carry a chair. Stop being a drama queen."
"We're just moving some furniture up to the roof but we can't carry it all." The blonde lied, biting her lip.
"We're at Furniture Land, meet us here as soon as possible." Santana ordered.
"Yeah, sure, We're not at the apartment right now," Quinn grimaced guiltily, "But I'll text you where to meet us."
"Are you with Sam?" The brunette demanded.
"Oh, yeah is Brittany there?" Quinn added, reminded by Santana.
"Good. Bring him. Okay, bye."
"Perfect, can she come too? Great, see you!"
They both hung up and Santana grinned broadly, "You see! That's Rachel, Sam, Jess and Brittany. Including you and me, that's all six chairs covered. Two people might just have to make an extra trip for the table." She shrugged happily but Quinn frowned.
"Why don't we ask Puck? Hopefully he knows someone he could bring and they can bring the table?" She suggested, raising her eyebrows, and Santana nodded as Quinn scrolled through her contacts again.
"Hey, Puck?"
"What's up, Q?" He greeted happily.
"Hey, can I ask you a favour?" She asked, wincing.
"Sure, anything for my best best-friend's-little-sister." He chortled, "What do you need?"
"We bought some furniture and we just need a little help getting it home."
"Um, I would totally help you," He began apologetically, and Quinn sighed, "I didn't realise you'd need me right now. I'm uh…kinda busy." He whispered suggestively, and the blonde's lip curled.
"I see. Um, okay then."
Santana frowned, raising an eyebrow at Quinn, who shook her head before making a thrusting motion with her hips. The brunette rolled her eyes and snatched the phone from Quinn's hand.
"Listen, Puck. I don't care what kind of nasty you're doing right now, but we needs as much help as we can get and you're supposed to have our backs. So get your ass to Furniture Land, douchebag. It won't take long, you can get back to your skank as soon as we're done. Okay?"
Puck rolled his eyes through her lecture, taking a deep breath and sighing regretfully, "Okay."
"Perfect. We'll let you finish up." She hung up with a chortle, handing the phone back to Quinn with a grin, "And now we wait!"
-oOo-
"Furniture Land?" Jess demanded scathingly as she strode over to where Quinn and Santana were sat at their new dining set. "When you said you needed help carrying things up to the roof I didn't realise you meant from four blocks away!" She glared at them incredulously as Brittany grinned behind her.
"Hey, guys. Cool table." She pulled out a chair, sitting and bouncing up and down on it, rubbing her hands across the surface of the table.
"Thanks," Quinn grinned, "And sorry but if I told you I knew you wouldn't come."
"I'd have still come." The tall blonde shrugged, and Santana giggled, nudging her suggestively and making Brittany chuckle.
"Ugh, whatever." Jess rolled her eyes, taking a seat at the table.
"See, just think of this summer instead!" Quinn told her brightly, lounging back in her seat, "Imagine the sun shining down, the smell of a barbeque, cocktails. You won't be resenting the table so much when you have a place to sit and enjoy it all." She raised her eyebrows at the small brunette, who sighed heavily.
"I suppose." Her bad mood relented, and she turned to the blonde excitedly, "So are you looking forward to your birthday?"
"Totally. We've decided it's going to be Hawaiian-themed, so we're going to buy decorations this week." She grinned happily, and Jess opened her mouth to reply, but at that moment Sam and Rachel appeared through the automatic doors at the front of the store. Santana leaned back on her chair to wave them over, and soon they were stood by the table.
"Oh my God." Rachel groaned, "Santana you've dreamt up some fairly ridiculous hair-brained schemes during our extensive friendship, but this is extreme even for you." She glanced between Santana and Quinn, who grinned enthusiastically.
"Think of it as team bonding!" The blonde replied, "It'll bring us all closer together."
"I'm close enough to every single one of you." Sam replied bluntly, "Maybe even a little too close." He added, glancing over at Santana, who scowled.
"Anyway, we're just waiting for Puck then we'll get moving." Santana smiled as, right on cue, the boy appeared behind Sam, looking nervous and shifty.
"What's wrong with you?" Brittany frowned, and Puck shrugged.
"Um, nothing."
"You're being weird." Jess added. Puck glanced over his shoulder before leaning in and lowering his voice.
"Fine, but all of you" He glared at them in turn, "Be cool. Okay? Because I swear to God-"
"What are you talking about?" Quinn interjected, and the boy sighed sharply before confessing.
"I brought Summer with me."
"Oooh!" The group all reacted delightedly, wooping and teasing the boy until he shushed them impatiently.
"Alright! Alright." He rolled his eyes, "She's just using the bathroom. We were hanging out at her place-"
"Ew." Jess interjected, but Puck shook his head.
"And then you guys called so I had to come. She was pretty cool with it, I told her she didn't have to come with me but she didn't mind and I'm going to take her out for food afterwards. So just be cool. Okay?" The group all nodded and agreed non-committally. "Okay?" he elaborated, and they all agreed properly as Summer rounded the corner.
"Hi. I'm Summer. You might all remember me from one of those embarrassing nights of my life." She smiled politely, resting her hand on Puck's shoulder and leaning against him.
"Hi, Summer." The group chorused as one, all grinning happily.
"Thanks for coming and helping us shift furniture." Quinn smiled, "I wouldn't dream of helping strangers move their furniture."
"It's no problem, I had nothing better to do with my day." She smiled, and Santana nodded.
"Well no offence, but I'm glad your social life sucks today." She pushed herself to her feet, "Now if all the girls get a chair each, then Puck and Sam can take the table between them. Sound okay?"
The rest of the group nodded, getting to their feet and picking up their respective chairs. Rachel huffed as she shifted the chair in her arms until it was comfortable, struggling with the weight in comparison to her stature. Brittany, Jess and Summer lifted theirs easily while Santana and Quinn hoisted theirs up to carry them comfortably. Puck and Sam placed themselves at either end of the table, lifting it off the floor and following behind as Santana and Quinn left the store.
As Rachel passed through the automatic door, it began to close in front of her, resulting in a high-pitched squeal and a knocking sound as the chair leg bashed against the door. Santana craned her neck to scowl at the small brunette as she made her way onto the street.
"Watch it, midget! If you break it you buy us another one!"
The tiny brunette rolled her eyes, shifting the chair again and carrying on behind them.
Five Blocks To Go
"So what do you do, Summer?" Brittany called over the street noise as they wandered in procession.
"I'm a fashion intern at Vogue!" She replied, slightly breathless.
"Oh, that sounds cool. Do you enjoy it?" Quinn shouted behind her.
"Yeah! It's awesome!" The brunette replied, and they soon fell silent from the effort.
Four Blocks To Go
"Hey, Quinn!" Sam called scathingly, swapping places with Puck, "Why didn't you just get it delivered?"
The blonde stopped turned, holding the chair aloft so the seat was resting on her head, "Wow. Thanks, genius." She replied sarcastically, "I had never thought of that."
"Well then why didn't you?" He demanded, lifting the table once again to carry it behind him.
"Because they couldn't deliver for two weeks, jackass!" She snapped, "Otherwise I would have!"
"Geez, there's no need to get like that." He rolled his eyes as Summer sped up to walk beside Puck with her chair, sniggering at the mohawked boy.
"Well unless you want to spend all of my birthday sitting on the floor, you can stop complaining." Quinn countered, and Sam sighed petulantly, remaining quiet.
Three Blocks To Go
"So this is maybe the most unconventional date I've ever been on." Summer grinned as they rounded a street corner. Brittany's ears perked up behind them.
"I know. I'm sorry," Puck attempted to shrug, "Not exactly romantic. Hopefully this evening will be more enjoyable." He grinned, and the girl nodded.
"It had better be. You've been built up as quite a Casanova." She raised her eyebrows mock-seriously, "You're only letting yourself down."
"Well I must try harder." He replied with a smirk, and the girl nodded enthusiastically.
"You should. I work in fashion, I have lots of contacts." She winked conspiratorially, "I could destroy your image."
Before the girl could reply, Brittany was striding around them, attempting to act casual, to catch up with Jess and Rachel.
"Guys!" She hissed, "Guys!"
"What?" Jess turned, her face slightly flushed as Rachel huffed beside her.
"Shh!" Brittany whispered, "I just listened to Puck and Summer talking. And she said that they were on a date."
"Wow." Rachel frowned, breathing heavily, "This is an awful date to take someone on."
"I know right?" Brittany sniggered, "But to be fair, I don't think this was exactly what Puck had planned."
"I don't think this is what anyone planned for today." Jess replied in a low voice, rolling her eyes Santana turned on her heel in front of them, almost colliding with Rachel.
"Look, I know this isn't anyone's dream for today." She looked between the girls, "But do you think I want to be carrying patio furniture for five blocks in the boiling hot sun? I don't. But otherwise we're all going to spend Q's birthday on the floor. So it's all for our own good. Yes?"
"Yes, yes, we know!" Rachel sighed, "We know why we have to do it, and we know it has to be done. But we're still bitter and we're still going to complain. Now please keep walking." She begged, her breathing ragged, "All of this standing around is just making it take longer, and my arms are about to drop off."
The brunette nodded, turning and continuing down the street.
Two Blocks To Go
"Can we take a break?" Quinn called, glancing around the group, who all nodded vehemently.
"God, yes!" Summer replied, immediately dropping her chair onto the sidewalk in front of her. Puck sniggered, releasing the table and leaning down to whisper something in her ear. She giggled and gave his chest a slap as Sam placed his end of the table down, and the other girls released their chairs, quickly collapsing into them.
"Oh my God, I'm exhausted!" Santana sighed, dropping her head into her hands.
"I need a drink, I'm going to the store." Quinn huffed, "Who wants one?"
They all held their hands up and she quickly disappeared into the store next to them as the group moved the table away from the road and out of the flow of foot-traffic. Santana dragged her chair across with it, dropping into her seat and crossing her ankles on the table. Jess and Brittany followed suit while Summer perched on Puck's lap and Rachel rested her burning forehead on the cold glass surface of the table.
Quinn returned a few minutes later, passing out bottles of water to the group sat around the table before taking her seat and resting her feet up on the table. "Well, at least this proves that our new furniture is good?" She shrugged, addressing Santana, "Everyone's making use of it happily."
"I am so tired, I would make use of a mouldy mattress right now." Jess replied bluntly, and Quinn shook her head as the group chuckled.
"Well, at least it works." Rachel shrugged.
"Although, maybe we shouldn't just be sat around in the street?" Sam suggested, looking uneasy.
"Noone seems to care that much." Puck sniggered, taking a sip of his water before Summer took it off him and took a drink.
"Only in New York."
"Okay, let's go before it becomes even harder work to get going again." Brittany announced, clambering to her feet.
One Block To Go
"Come on, Rach. It's the last block!" Santana spurred her on. "You can do it."
"I don't think I can!" The tiny brunette whined, her face flushed bright red from exertion, "It's too heavy!"
"Here." Sam took the chair from her, swinging it over his shoulder to rest against the side of his body, "Just take the other corner of the table."
Staggering slightly, the blonde boy walked along with one hand supporting the table and the other carrying the chair. "What a gentleman." Summer remarked pointedly, glancing up at Puck. "If only I had a strong man to ease my burden." She spoke in a soft, seductive voice, and Puck raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not carrying your chair, you're managing perfectly well on your own." He shook his head firmly and the girl sighed reluctantly.
"Ugh, I knew it was a long shot." She shrugged, shifting her chair around to carry it more comfortably.
Santana and Brittany were both now using their heads to support the weight of their chairs, whilst Quinn was struggling along with the legs of her chair facing forwards like spears and Jess staggered behind with her chair slung at an odd angle over her back.
"I swear, Q." She shook her head, "This birthday had better be worth it."
"I promise we'll all get super drunk and have an awesome time!" The blonde called in response, and Brittany nodded her agreement.
"We'd better. If I am anything less than paralytic, I am blaming you personally." She groaned, and the group chuckled in response before falling silent.
No Blocks To Go
"So this is it?" Summer asked excitedly, "Your apartment block?"
"Yup." Santana replied, nodding as she dropped her chair onto the sidewalk.
"Perfect! Do you think this stuff will fit in your elevator in one go?" She raised her eyebrows, but the group just gazed silently at her. "What?"
"Oh, honey." Jess sighed sympathetically.
"What is it?" Summer frowned, "I don't get it?"
"Their elevator doesn't work." Puck admitted quietly.
"Are you kidding me?" The girl stared between the group, her jaw dropping, "Jesus Christ."
"We know." Quinn nodded with a heavy sigh. "We could risk it, but it's more likely that we'll end up crashing to the ground and being crushed to death I a confined space by patio furniture. Sorry."
"Oh God." The girl shook her head with a sigh, "I don't mean to be vulgar or anything," She glanced round the group before turning to Puck, "But you'd better bring your A-game tonight because I swear to God, I deserve compensation for this."
"Here, here!" Santana echoed as Puck sniggered.
"She's either insane or in love." Quinn mumbled to Santana under her breath, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, shall we do the last stretch?" Jess suggested, and they all agreed reluctantly.
The Roof
"FINALLY!" Brittany shouted, grinning widely as she deposited her chair on the patio and collapsed to lay on the ground.
"Oh my God, I thought we were never going to get here!" Quinn laughed with relief.
"How many flights of stairs are there in your apartment building?" Summer rolled her eyes incredulously.
"Way too many." Santana nodded sympathetically, taking a seat on the chair she had carried up, "Thanks for your help, though."
"No problem." Summer took a seat beside the brunette as Sam and Puck wandered around the roof terrace. "Although, I hope you realise I'm coming to your girlfriend's birthday party."
Santana chuckled and Quinn turned to face them from her place cross-legged on the patio with Brittany and Jess, "You're totally invited, don't worry!"
"There you go." Santana gestured to the blonde, and Summer nodded gratefully.
"Thanks. I'll bring…whatever you need me to bring." She shrugged and Santana chuckled.
"Puck is bringing his barbeque, I think we have food and cocktails covered. I'm sure Quinn will think of something you can bring."
"You know what? I'll just bring beer." The girl shook her head nonchalantly and Santana nodded her agreement.
"Sounds perfect." She held her almost-empty water bottle up in cheers, and Summer tapped her own against it before taking a large gulp. "So, do you mind if I ask what's actually happening with you and Puck?"
"Um...yeah." The girl seemed a little taken aback, and Santana smiled apologetically, "I don't really know right now. This is only the second time I've seen him since that night in the bar."
"And I remember all too well how that ended." She rolled her eyes and Summer sniggered guiltily.
"So I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready for something serious, but he's a nice guy. And I'm also not entirely sure why I'm having this conversation with you before I've had it with him." She frowned thoughtfully, reflecting on the situation.
"Oh yeah, sorry." Santana grimaced guiltily, "It's just...Puck's a really great guy, under all the...testosterone." She shrugged, "I don't want him getting hurt."
"I can understand that." Summer shrugged, "But...I can't make any promises, you know?"
Santana nodded slowly, "Yeah. I just, you know, he got hurt pretty bad last time. And I kind of feel a little like that was my fault. So...I don't want that happening to him again. That's all." She stuttered self consciously, averting her eyes to gaze down at her feet.
"I see." Summer nodded slowly, "Well...I promise I'll do my best."
"That's all I ask." Santana smiled, "And you know, it works both ways. If he hurts you, I'll happily beat his ass?" She offered, and the other brunette laughed loudly.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." She nodded, and Santana gave a small chuckle, winking cheekily.
