Hello friends! First of all I want to apologize for the delay. New Years was crazy then I got busy with work then I was sick. I feel really bad. But here is the latest chapter. Only two more after this one. I hope you enjoy! And again, sorry for the delay!
After an intense game of beer pong, which Puck lost, Santana wandered back over to Brittany, who was still talking to Quinn. She slid her arm around the blonde's waist.
"Did you win, babe?" Brittany asked, kissing Santana's cheek.
"Do you even have to ask?" Santana laughed.
"Is Puck mad?" Quinn asked, looking around for the boy.
"A little. Not too much. He's not drunk enough yet."
"That's good. I'm gonna go find him." Quinn smiled and walked off to find her boyfriend.
"Having a good time?" Santana asked, nuzzling Brittany's neck.
"I am." Brittany pulled Santana closer to her.
"You're looking hot tonight."
"I don't look hot every night?"
"Oh you do. But you look especially hot tonight."
Brittany laughed. "I think you're just trying to get in my pants."
"Well duh." Santana laughed, kissing the blonde. "It's been like a week. I'm dying babe."
"Be patient." Brittany kissed the brunette's nose.
"Wanna head home?"
"Whenever you're ready."
Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and pulled her away from the wall. She found Puck setting up another game of beer pong. "Hey Puckerman, me and Britt are heading home."
"Already? Stay for a while. Have another drink." Puck held out a cup for the girls.
"We're good. But thanks. Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I'll call you."
"Later, dude."
Santana nearly pulled Brittany out of Puck's apartment. The traffic was horrible. It took twice as long to get home which drove Santana insane. Her fingers played with the fabric on Brittany's thighs. When they finally got home, the door was barely closed before Santana had Brittany pushed up against it, kissing her passionately. Jackets tossed aside, Brittany pushed off the door and backed Santana toward the couch, never breaking the kiss. Santana pulled away, peeling off her shirt then Brittany's. She softly pushed the blonde down on the couch. With a smirk, she climbed on top of the girl. Hands groped newly exposed skin as Santana attacked Brittany's neck. She kissed slowly down the blonde's skin, making her way to the top of the girl's jeans. She trailed her tongue up Brittany's stomach as she fumbled with the button on the jeans. She smiled when it finally came undone. As she started sliding the pants down, her phone started ringing.
"Are you serious?" Brittany covered her face with her hands.
Santana grabbed her phone and saw who was calling. "Q, this better be good—"
"Santana." Quinn sounded scared and as if she had been crying.
"Q, what's wrong?" Santana moved to sit on the couch, a worried expression on her face.
"It's Puck. He's gone crazy. He's yelling and throwing things. I don't know what to do."
"Just hide in the bathroom or something. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Please hurry."
"I will." Santana dropped the phone down and started to redress.
"What's wrong?" Brittany buttoned her jeans back up, looking at Santana questioningly.
"Puck is drunk and out of control. I have to go try to calm him down before he hurts himself or Quinn."
"I'm coming with you."
"No. I don't want you to get hurt."
"But what if you get hurt?" Brittany pulled her shirt on then her shoes.
"He knows better than to hit me." Santana put her jacket on and headed to the door.
Brittany jumped up from the couch and grabbed Santana's arm. "I'm not letting you go alone."
"I'll be ok."
"I'm not taking no for an answer." Brittany pulled her coat on.
"Ok fine." The girls left the apartment and grabbed a cab. Traffic was a little better but not much. They were a few blocks away from Puck's when traffic became backed up. Santana impatiently tapped her foot. Her phone buzzed and she opened the message. Hurry! He's trying to bust through the door. "Shit."
"What is it?"
"Here you go. Thanks." Santana handed money to the driver then pulled Brittany out onto the street. "He's trying to get to Quinn in the bathroom. We have to hurry."
The girls took off running toward Puck's building. It took only a few minutes for them to get there. Santana wasn't surprised to find the apartment door unlocked. She walked in carefully, making sure Brittany stayed behind her. She saw Puck at the bathroom door.
"Lopez!" Puck slurred, stumbling away from the door. "What are you doing back here?"
"I called her." Quinn slowly walked out of the bathroom.
"What the hell did you do that for?"
"Because you're acting all kinds of crazy! Have you looked around at this place? Have you seen what you've done?"
"I'm not crazy!" Puck grabbed an empty beer bottle from the table and threw it against the wall, smashing it to pieces behind Quinn.
Santana grabbed Quinn away, pulling her away from Puck. "Britt, take Quinn home."
"But what about you?" Brittany looked worried.
"I'll be fine. Just go."
"She's not going anywhere!" Puck went after Quinn but Santana pushed him back.
"Go now!" Santana shouted and the two blondes ran out of the apartment.
"What the fuck?" Puck got in Santana's face. "What gives you the right to come into my house and act like this?"
"When your girlfriend calls me, crying because she's scared of you. You're out of control. You need to chill out."
"I'm a grown ass man. You don't get to tell me what to do." Puck pushed Santana back a couple feet.
"You have a problem." Santana took a few steps closer, trying to stay calm. "You get too crazy when you drink. If you don't get it under control, you're going to lose Quinn. And probably me too."
Puck took a swing at Santana's head, barely missing it. She pushed him away. He took another swing, this time connecting with her jaw. "Why are you trying to take everything away from me?"
"You're doing that on your own." Santana rubbed her jaw slightly. She was shocked when Puck grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the wall.
"You think you're so perfect. But you're not. You're a slut. And that whore of yours is just using you."
Santana heard enough. She struggled against his grip on her neck. She kicked at him a few times, hitting him in the groin. He released her as he fell to the floor. Santana knelt down next to him. "I'm done with you. Don't call me until you decide to get help. And don't bother calling Quinn either. I hope you're happy."
Brittany paced the floor of the apartment, nervously.
"She's going to be fine. If anyone can get through to him, it's her. And he would never hit her." Quinn tried to reassure the worried blonde.
"I know. I just can't help but worry."
"Come sit down and relax." Quinn smiled as Brittany dropped next to her on the couch.
A few minutes later, Santana walked into the apartment. She smiled softly at the two blondes sitting on the couch.
"Everything go ok?" Brittany questioned, still a bit worried.
"I guess." Santana shrugged, sitting on the arm of the couch. "I told him he needed to get help and not to call us until he did."
"What am I supposed to do?" Quinn looked up at Santana.
"You can stay here. It shouldn't take him too long to realize what he needs to do."
"Are you sure? I mean about me staying here?"
"Yeah. You'll have to sleep on the couch but other than that it's cool."
"Thanks Santana. I really appreciate it."
"Don't worry about it." Santana smiled. "It's been a long night. I think it's time for bed."
"I agree."
Santana went into her room and grabbed an extra pillow and blanket for Quinn. She showed her where anything she might need was before going back to her room. She changed and met Brittany in bed. Brittany snuggled close to her.
"What happened after we left?" Brittany laid her head on Santana's chest.
"We had a shoving match. I told him he was out of control. He punched me. I told him he was going to lose everything if he kept it up. He choked me and said some stupid stuff. I told him I was done with him and not to call me or Quinn until he decides to get help."
"Wait a second." Brittany looked up at Santana. "He hit you? And choked you?"
"Yeah."
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"I should have stayed."
"No you shouldn't have. If he hit me, he wouldn't have thought twice about hurting you. And you know I can't let anything bad happen to you."
"I know. I know. But I don't like when you get hurt."
"You're cute when you're worried, babe. But trust me, everything's good."
"It better be."
"I love you. Now I'm exhausted. Sleep?"
Brittany kissed Santana softly before cuddling into her. "I love you too."