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Puck groaned very loudly as he heard someone knock on his bedroom window. He rolled on his bed, putting his head under a pillow, still groggy from the night before. He knew who it was; Santana always come in by the window when his mother was around. And drunk and singing Celine Dion like a crazy in the livingroom. But Noah had no desire to talk to her or to anybody right now. So he just waited, maybe she would go away eventually.
"Puckerman, you're gonna get your big pretentious ass over here or I broke the window with a freakin brick"
The young man groaned and resigned himself.
"What do you want Lopez?" he asked, lifting the window up.
She doesn't bother answering the question. She climbed in his room with agility, threw her bag on the floor and locked her arms around Puck's neck.
"I miss the Puckasurus…"
"Wha-"
Santana put a finger on his lips, shaking her head. "Enough talking" She leaned on him, her mouth grazing his left ear as she whispered "Just fuck me okay?"
Puck eyes grew wide. He doesn't do or say anything until he felt Santana's lips on his own. It was an angry kiss, aggressive and without an ounce of tenderness. Santana pushed him by the hips and he finally felt on the bed.
"Santana we can't…"
She removed her own jeans before climbing on him, already occupied with his belt buckle.
"Please just stop talking" She kissed him again to silence him then let her right hand slip in his pants.
She shuddered. And not of pleasure.
She was disgusted with herself and what she was doing, but she had no other choice. She tried to think about something else. His lips were rough against hers and she surprised herself remembering soft, shiny, delicious and loud mouth she tasted the night before.
That thought made her a little more comfortable and she was now removing her panties, feeling Puck getting excited despite all his moaning.
He made her roll and switch their position, lowered his pants on his thighs and began to fuck her.
Santana gripped him by the neck and shut her eyes tight. Her nails sank in his skin a little more at each thrust.
She never hated herself more that in this moment.
"Santana"
She was just a whore. A manipulative stupid whore who sold herself for what she wanted.
"Santana you're crying"
She cannot ask help like a normal person, because she's a fucking bitch who had not a single friend.
"Santana!"
"What!" She came back to reality and just noticed that Puck had stopped what he was doing.
"You're crying" he repeated.
"No I'm not" she wiped her face furiously. "You've not finished"
Noah sighted and began to put back his clothes on "Santana what the hell is goi-"
"Can you just shut up and-"
"Fuck you Lopez! I'm not your fucking doll!" Puck voice rise, indicating he was losing patience. "Can't you just explain what the hell was that?"
Santana clenched her jaw, holding back tears. Her freakin plan was falling apart. Again. She needed air. She had to get out of here.
"Fuck off Noah." She got up and put her jeans back, grabbing her bag as she walked toward the window. "Fuck off" she repeat before disappeared.
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19:48
Rachel sighted as she looked at her watch for the hundredth time. She was not going to come. Never. Why I even try to believe her…
She pick up a new plastic bag and pursued what she was doing alone for the last hour; cleaning.
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Santana was walking, for hours now, Ipod stucked in her ears. She began to cry during "Someone like you", her legs began to hurt during "We found love" and her stomach began to manifest during "Back to Black".
The music stopped. Dead battery.
"Fuck" she wiped again her tears from her face and took a deep breath. It smelled pizza, and she was starving. The former cheerio ranged her Ipod and took the few dollars she had left.
"Hi beautiful lady!"
Santana didn't respond to the owner of the pizzeria and just stared at the menu blankly thinking about what she was going to order.
"How can I please you tonight? Our specialty of the week is the Vegan Pizza, you should try it"
Vegan Pizza? That sounded disgustingly healthy. The young woman blinked. Damn, I forgot about Manhands! She checked the time; maybe she was still waiting for her?
"Miss?"
"Yeah huh-, no way. Put me some pepperoni." She handed her money to the man.
"Pepperoni it is"
The pizzaiolo began to spread the paste, humming some Italian song that was playing at the radio.
"Wait I-" Santana seemed to think a moment "Made it half vegan please"
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Rachel jumped when she heard the doorbell. Oh no I'm not finished they can't be home already. She threw her trash bag into a cupboard as she began to panic. They're going to kill me, they're going to think I'm a depraved teenager and take away all my-
"Berry! People are dying like that!"
Rachel frowned as she recognized the voice on the other side of the door. She rushed for opening it.
"Santana?"
"And a delicious giant pizza" she grinned.
"I'm vegan"
"It's half rabbit food"
Rachel smiled so hard it was hurting her face.
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