"There's definitely such a thing as bisexuality. And that, my friend, is what you are." Without knowing it, Puck helps piece Santana back together — and pick her apart, too. Puck/Santana, implied Brittany/Santana.

Post prom, Santana finally confronts Puck about sophomore year.

Brittany remembers that look in Santana's eye. Warning: Sad fic is sad.

no one seems to want her. trigger warning for character death.

he reminds her of something undefinable

Sometimes they burn brightly, and others they burn out. Puck needs Santana's help. There's no one else he can trust to act as his pretend girlfriend; she's the only one that might not fall in love with him. That kind of favour's going to cost him though.

"Y'know, I used to be able to lie here like this and run my fingers through my hair. That's gone now." A disease-ridden Santana along with the two people that ever mattered most to her. Brittany/Santana, Puck/Santana and a little bit of both.

Santana did everything, and without her, Brittany doesn’t know how to do anything. The day Santana dies is the same day the colors fade from the world.