AN: Cliffhanger over hehe. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

When Santana woke up she was in a sterile white room and she wasn't alone. Rachel was sitting on a chair beside her bed looking at Santana with these big, sad brown eyes. The disappointment almost hurt worse than her stomach. Almost. And Santana's stomach hurt like a bitch.

"My stomach hurts," Santana moaned her voice cracking from lack of fluids. Her lips felt dry and crackly. Thank God there wasn't a mirror in reach, Santana wasn't sure she could stand to look at herself at the moment. Rachel picked up a plastic cup of water with a straw and held the straw to Santana's lips.

"I suspect it would considering they had to pump it," Rachel said softly and Santana took a sip before relaxing back into her fluffy pillow. Rachel set the water down and Santana was unnerved by the look Rachel was giving her. The disappointment was too much to handle. Santana knew she had fucked it up, she fucked everything up. Why would this be any different? Fuck Rachel for making her feel this way.

"Don't look at me like that," Santana snapped and Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"Like what?"

"Like I kicked your puppy," Santana retorted and Rachel pressed her lips together before speaking the words Santana knew she had been dying to say.

"Santana cocaine is a very dangerous drug and mixing it with…"

Santana held up her hand and the words faded on Rachel's lips.

"Please Rachel I don't need the 'drugs are bad' lecture."

Santana knew all there was to know about drugs. She knew the way they made her feel, she knew the way they made everything seem simple and that it would all work out. She knew that they took away her pain. Santana knew all about drugs, she didn't need Rachel Berry, with her disappointed fucking eyes, making her feel like crap for something that made Santana happy.

"Clearly you do," Rachel replied smartly and Santana pressed her hands to her eyes in frustration. Her stomach hurt and she felt plain awful, the last thing she needed was a Rachel Berry lecture.

"For once could you keep your big nose out of my business?" Santana finally barked and a wave of guilt swept over her when Rachel looked as though Santana had slapped her. Fuck, Santana was about to lose the only 'friend' she had. Sure it was Rachel Berry, but she actually cared about what happened to Santana, she was the only one that did. Santana ran a hand through her hair nervously. Why did she keep fucking digging these big holes with her big fucking mouth? Rachel stood up, her eyes downcast.

"Rachel I didn't mean that…" Santana apologized quickly but Rachel was already walking to the door.

"Yes you did," Rachel said softly then she turned away, "Puck wanted to come see you."

"Rachel," Santana tried to call her back was Rachel was already out the door. Santana felt like punching herself in the face for ruining the only good thing that had happened to her in the past couple of years. It was like she was addicted to self sabotage. Santana could hear talking outside her door and presumed Rachel was filling Puck in on what an asshole Santana was. And she was right, Santana was an asshole.

"Lopez what did you do?" Puck asked storming into the room and Santana shrugged helplessly as he shut the door firmly behind him.

"I put my foot in my big fucking mouth again."

Puck paused for a moment.

"You know what else you could put in there," Puck teased her, his hazel eyes lighting up and Santana rolled her eyes. What a time to decide to make a sexual innuendo, but then again he wouldn't be Noah Puckerman if he didn't try and make a pass at least once a day.

"You're disgusting Puckerman," Santana deadpanned and Puck laughed.

"I know," he agreed without care. That's what Santana loved about him and why she had kept him around longer than any other guy in high school. Puck saw Santana's untouched hospital dinner and started shoveling something that resembled mashed potato into his mouth at an alarming speed while Santana looked on not sure whether she should be disgusted or impressed. Puck raised an eyebrow, mouth full of food, "So what did you do?"

Santana looked down at the plain white sheets before answering sheepishly,

"Insulted her nose."

Puck started laughing and Santana frowned in confusion, flinching when Puck started spitting mashed potato from his lips.

"What?"

"If you hurt her feelings she gets you back by making you work twice as hard," Puck managed to tell her through his laughter and Santana narrowed her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Puck swiped at his mouth with his sleeve.

"You'll see when we get home," Puck promised her, mischief in his voice and Santana shook her head.

"I don't think Rachel will want me back in the loft after what I said."

"She won't kick you out, trust me. Rachel's idea of revenge is very different to yours and mine, she's unconventional," Puck assured her then he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Now hurry up and get better so we can get your fat ass home."

Santana let out an offended gasp and tried to punch him but Puck was already at the door laughing as he went.

Sam came to visit her, as did Kurt and Blaine; they all bought her flowers which she thought was nice of them considering it was her own fault she was in hospital in the first place. Kurt and Blaine didn't stay for very long but Sam did. The kind looks he was giving her made her feel even worse for being a bitch to Rachel. The worse part of her day in the hospital, apart from the snooty nurse giving her judging looks, was when Brittany and Artie visited her. Santana pretended to be asleep the whole time they were there and she didn't stir, not even when Brittany pressed a kiss to her cheek and whispered for her to get better soon because she wished on a shooting star and that meant it had to come true. Artie stayed behind in the room after Brittany left.

"She misses you, she has always missed you. You should talk to her," Artie told her quietly. Santana still didn't move a muscle even though she knew that Artie knew she was awake. Artie sighed audibly and then Santana heard him wheel out of the room.

It was only a couple of hours later that Puck strolled in and threw her clothes at her.

"And we're out of here baby girl," Puck announced clapping his hands together and Santana couldn't have been happier. If that nurse came in one more time giving her that look Santana was going to go all 'Lima Heights Adjacent' on her ass.

"Thanks papi," Santana said thankfully swinging out of bed and stripping off her hospital gown unashamedly. Puck didn't even blink. They'd seen each other naked so many times in high school that being naked in front of the other didn't bother them at all, even now. Plus Santana knew Puck had no interest in her whatsoever, being all Berry whipped and what not.

"As weird as it sounds, I've missed you calling me that," Puck mused thoughtfully and Santana smirked slipping on her bra and then tugging on her dress.

"That is fucking weird Puckerman," she told him frankly and Puck laughed.

"Whatever you know you missed me too," Puck replied easily and it was Santana's turn to laugh.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Puckerman," Santana snorted dismissively as she picked up her things and headed for the bathroom. A girl had to look good and Puck had thought ahead enough to bring her make up with her. Ten minutes later Santana emerged from the bathroom feeling fresh and made her way out the door with Puck following behind her whistling his appreciation. Bitchy nurse was waiting with discharge forms for her to sign which Santana did while glaring at her. Once they were signed Santana and Puck started walking to the car park, "So where are we headed?"

"Home where else?"

Santana was relieved to hear that. At least she knew Rachel wasn't mad enough to kick her out. Santana never apologized to anyone, it was like against who she was, but this time she knew she was in the wrong.

"Is Rachel there?" Santana asked hesitantly and Puck gave her a serious look.

"You gotta make this right," Puck told her and Santana nodded.

"I will."

When they got to the loft Puck stayed behind in the taxi and pointed to the door.

"Get up there Lopez, and try not to be a bitch, I know its hard because being a bitch is like imprinted into your DNA but you can do it," Puck commanded smirking and Santana took a deep breath before getting out of the car and flicking Puck the finger which he happily returned. Heading into the building she slowly made her way up the stairs to the loft. She found Rachel sitting in the living room watching television, wrapped in a blanket looking incredibly morose. It made Santana feel horrible to know that she was the cause.

"Rachel I just wanted to tell you again how sorry I am," Santana began clasping her hands in front of her apologetically. Hopefully Rachel wouldn't make her drag this out too far, she was already embarrassed enough.

"I know you are," Rachel replied softly not even looking at her and Santana knew she had fucked up pretty bad if Rachel couldn't even look at her.

"If there is anything I can do to prove it to you I will," Santana told her earnestly and was startled when Rachel turned to look at her beaming with happiness.

"Actually there is, I want you to come somewhere with me."

Rachel jumped up and threw off the blanket to reveal she was dressed to go out. What the heck? Rachel grabbed her handbag and then gestured for Santana to follow her.

"Where are we going?" Santana asked hesitantly, the feeling that she had just been duped by Rachel Berry coming over her. Rachel grinned wickedly.

"It's a surprise."

Rachel hailed a taxi and bundled Santana into the backseat with her giving the driver an address that Santana didn't know. When the taxi pulled up at a run down community centre covered in graffiti Santana turned to stare at Rachel in horror.

"The fuck is this shit?" Santana demanded but Rachel didn't explain she just exited the taxi and waited for Santana to do the same.

Reluctantly Santana slipped out of the backseat and followed Rachel into the community centre wondering what the fuck they were doing here. Rachel led her to a nearly bare room filled with chairs placed in a circle and a table in the corner that had cookies, tea and coffee. Mother of God.

"What the fuck is this?" Santana asked, her voice panicked, but even as she waited for Rachel to answer Santana knew what this was. It was the place she had been avoiding for years. The place she had been telling herself that she didn't need to visit.

"Narcotics anonymous. If you are really sorry about what you said to me and you will start going here," Rachel told her solemnly and Santana stared at her helplessly.

She was sorry for what she said but narcotics anonymous? Fuck. This was pretty harsh, even for Rachel Berry. Santana wasn't an addict. She wasn't.

"Rachel, come on I said I was sorry, I don't need this," Santana begged following Rachel who was walking to the exit and Rachel turned back to face her.

"Yes Santana, you do. You need it so much but you are just in denial. You're an addict Santana," Rachel told her bluntly then she sighed, "Look it's up to you if you stay. If you're really sorry, then stay."

Fucking guilt trip. Santana threw her hands in the air in surrender.

"Fine, I'll stay," Santana grumped and Rachel unexpectedly threw her arms around Santana and pulled her in for a hug. Santana ignored the warmth spreading through her at the friendly gesture; she wasn't a pussy; but still it felt nice. Rachel pulled back and looked at her proudly. Santana involuntarily puffed her chest out just a little. Her daddy didn't pay for these babies junior year for her not to show them off once in a while.

"Here's some money for the cab ride home, have fun," Rachel sang handing Santana some notes that Santana shoved grumpily into her bra.

"Yeah have fun, because I'm sure that fun is what happens at narcotics anonymous," Santana said sarcastically and Rachel just smiled, waved and left.

Santana turned around and looked at the curious faces of the other people in the room. Drug addicts. Santana looked at them with disdain. She was nothing like them but she was going to do this, she was going to prove to Rachel that she was sorry.

"What are you looking at?" Santana snapped at an African American woman standing closest to her and the woman looked away quickly. Santana smirked. She totally still had it; she was still Queen Bitch. Even if Rachel Berry did take her metaphorical balls.

When Santana slammed through the front door of the loft she found Puck lounging on the couch eating ice cream. She seriously didn't know how he kept his toned body eating all the crap that he did. She was a little jealous actually.

"Rachel Berry is an evil genius," Santana announced collapsing onto the couch on top of Puck's legs. Puck raised an eyebrow curiously.

"What she get you to do?"

Santana flicked a coin at him that she had been given for attending her first meeting and making a promise of no more drugs. She had even stood up in front of everyone and did that cliché fucking speech, 'I'm Santana and I'm a drug addict', even though Santana didn't believe her words for one second. She wasn't an addict but if going to this thing made Rachel feel better she was going to do it.

"Narcotics anonymous," Santana told him pouting.

Puck just started laughing and Santana stood up and stalked passed him into her room slamming the door behind her. Fucking laughing at her the asshole. After composing himself Puck let himself into her room and Santana was lying on her back with her pillow covering her face.

"It can't have been that bad?" Puck phrased it as a question and Santana shrugged rummaging in her bra before holding out a slip of paper.

"I got some guys phone number."

Puck frowned and sat down on the edge of her bed taking the paper and throwing it into her waste basket.

"So can I ask, why do you still bother with dudes when you are clearly lesbionic?" he asked smirking and Santana pulled away her pillow and smiled seductively at him.

"Don't be jealous, you will always be my favorite man-hag."

"Har har," Puck droned then he ran a hand over his shaved head, "Britt called."

"Okay," Santana said dismissively ignoring the way her heart jumped to know that Britt had called, that Britt cared. Puck gave her a long look.

"You're not gonna call her?"

"Mind your own business," Santana sniffed and Puck looked like he wanted to say something else but then he just shrugged and left her alone with her thoughts.

Santana rolled onto her stomach and buried her face into her mattress. Britt had called. Britt still cared about her, that much was obvious and Santana still cared about Britt but she wasn't ready to talk to her one on one just yet. When it came to Britt Santana had no restraint on her feelings, Britt brought that out in her and Santana just wasn't ready to do that. Not yet.

AN: okay so obviously this isn't exactly following Season 3; in this story Santana and Brittany never really dated.

Next chapter, there's a wedding (don't get excited its none of the Gleeks LOL) and Santana decides the time is ripe to mess with Puck and Sam just a little hehe