DRUGS
Santana was giving everything she had on the dancefloor. She hadn't seen Puck in a while but she wasn't thinking about him either. This guy was so magical .. And the music .. The music is just eeextra good tonight...
It's been about 20 minutes when Santana suddenly stops moving. She stands still in the middle of the dance floor, all people bumping in to her.
Why is the light flickering?
I it just me or is this room spinning?
Where is the floor?
Santana feels dizzy and blinks a couple of times, trying to get the blur away from her eyes. When she suddenly feels a guy grinding against her, she quickly stumbles off the dancefloor. She leans against the wall to find some support and takes a deep sigh, trying to get her breathing under control.
"Hey, where ya going?" she hears a man voice shout. She opens one eye and tries to figure out who's standing so close to her.
It's Zack.
He bought me a drink.. Santana thinks.
"You're not going home, aren't you?"
Is he worried?
He doesn't really sound worried about me ..
He sounds a bit angryy ...
Santana frowns and closes her eyes, leaning her head against the wall.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Santana slowly moves her head, and suddenly feels her stomach turning. She wants to run out to the girl's bathroom, but somebody's stopping her.
"Leave me ... I have .. I need to ..." she manages to stumble out, holding a hand on her stomach, but the guy is still holding her arm. His grip is gtting tighter as he looks at her with a frightening look in his eyes. She tries to look at him and speak up, but she can't get a word out. It's like she an't move a muscle. She starts freaking out and starts hyperventilating, desperatley trying to get out of this situation.
"You're not going anywhere." he states, and he wants to pull her back to him.
But all of a sudden he lets go off her and Santana stumbles and falls flat on the ground. She hears a loud smack and then the sound of somebody being pushed onto the ground.
She manages to keep her eyes open long enough to see someone walking up to her. A hand is placed on her shoulder and she looks up.
"Santana?"
She hears a familiar voice echoing trough the room.
She notices the person kneeling beside her and the next moment two strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her up in the air.
Santana vaguely recognises the face.
It's Noah.
Ofcourse..
"Are you okay?"
It seems like he's screaming in her ear and she pulls a pained face.
He looks at her worried and she feels he's starting to move. "I'm taking you to the bathroom, okay?" he says, a bit softer now. She softly nods and rests her head against his chest.
She tightly closes her eyes as she's suddenly blinded by light. She hears a door shriek open and then being slammed shut.
Puck sets her down next to the sink and she almost falls off. She feels like jelly, she has no strength left, her power and sudden happiness is just .. Gone.
But his hands are holding her gently by her shoulders, so she can't fall off. He takes a tissue with his one hand and lets a bit of water stream over it. He softly dabs it over Santana's face and she eventually manages to open her eyes a bit.
He hints a smile at her and strikes some hair out of her face. "Are you okay?" he asks again, whispering this time.
Santana wants to answer, but then the feeling in her stomach returns. She quickly places her hand on her tummy and looks up at Puck. He seems to understand her without words and takes her off the sink. He lets her lean on him and she stumbles into one off the stalls, just on time.
Puck stands by the door as Santana probably throws up everything that is in her system right now.
The guy hears the door open and turns around. When he sees who its is, Santana hears him walking away from her. The next she hears is an awful shout of pain and a punch.
And another one.
And another one.
The door slams shut again and a few seconds later Puck is leaning against the stall door. "You done?" he asks.
Santana slowly pulls herself up and nods. She flushes down the toilet and wipes her mouth with some tissues. Puck places his hand on her back and leads her back to the sink.
Santana frowns as she sees herself in the mirror. Her skin is pale and her hair is a mess. She still feels dizzy and lightheaded, and her legs are like pudding. She leans onto the sink an Puck opens the tap a bit. Santana lets the water stream over her hands and wrists and she takes a deep breath.
She tries to turn off the water tap, but she hasn't got enough strength in her arms anymore. Pucks turns it off and turns to her.
"I'm taking you home, c'mon ."
Santana nods slowly and follows Puck to the door. They make ther way trough the crowd, Puck holding Santana's hand so he doesn't lose her.
They finally get outside and the cold wind makes Santana shiver. Her dress is a bit too short for this weather. Puck sees her getting cold and takes off his jacket, draping it over Santana's shoulders.
"Take a deep breath" Puck instructs her, and she does as he says. Puck holds a taxi and helps her into the car. She lays her head on his lap and closes her eyes. She still feels nauseous, and all she wants to do is sleep, but her sudden headache is killing her. Every sound is too loud, very light is too bright.
She has never felt this bad in her entire life, and she hasn't even drank that much.
Puck wakes her up as they get to her house, an he helps her out of the car after paying the taxi driver. He picks Santana up and carries her to the front door.
He puts her down and takes her bag from her. He searches for her keys and opens the door, before throwing the bag inside and carrying Santana to her bedroom. He softly lays her down on the bed and takes off her boots.
He doubts for a second, and then softly pulls her up so she's sitting straight up. He takes off her vest and pulls the dress over her head.
Because he doesn't know where her pyjamas are, he walks into the guest room and takes one of his shirts, which he brings back to her and lets her put it on.
"Lay down" he whispers. Santana slowly lays down and when her head hits the pillow, she instantly closes her eyes. Puck lays a couple of blankets over her and tucks her in, before slowly walking outside the room, leaving the door slightly open.
Some barking is heard ownstairs and he internally curses his dog, but Santana didn't even hear it anymore.
Sorry that this is a lot of Pucktana lately, but Britt will return soon I promise. Thoughts?