Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter. This part just needed to be by it's self. Just keep reviewing on telling me what you think, and if you think something should go down let me know! Thank you!

Cheerio's practice has started to take my toll on me, but with my growing persona I get away with having nerd's do my homework and sleeping in class and going to cheerio's practice. Sue has taken a liking to me and I have been placed to become one of her spies; giving me an excuse to leave my locker every time she gets there. I still don't know what it is about her and I will not let her take over my mind. I won't think about how in our history class she had the cutest reply when the bitch ass teacher asked her what the capital of Ohio is. Everyone laughed because they thought it was stupid, but really, it was smart, because really the capital of Ohio is O. Also her smile just kills me the way it lights up her beautiful blue- No Santana you are not thinking rational! I shook my head as Quinn walked into the restaurant with Rachel on her arm, looking over I see Puck eyeing the hem line of my green dress that sat halfway down my thigh; probably thinking that tonight he might get some action.

"So Puck, what's the name on your palm?" I tried in attempt to start the conversation

"It's any name you want it to be babe." He stated giving me a smug look making me want to gag.

"No seriously, I don't really care, sense my name didn't appear I already know it's not you."

"Well babe, you can look and see yourself." His voice hinted a bit at of sadness as he lifted his palm, there was no name. I thought that was only a myth, or like a rare decease that only happens to like one out of a thousand people.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Hey guy's!" an all to chirpy voice sounded over the awkward silence that fell over us.

"Man-hand's."

"Santana be nice! You know better than to say that when I'm around to kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try." We have a small stare off when the tension was broken by Puck clearing his throat and placing a hand on my leg, making my skin crawl under his touch.

The night went by slow, Rachel practically talked until my brain exploded and Puck let his hand travel its fair amount of distance up and down my leg; making my skin crawl in disgust. As the night came to an end, Puck thought it polite to drive me home, walk me to my door and show me to my room. Here we sit, with him working his hands over my clothed body, determined to remove them.

"Come on babe, you know you want me" he purred into my ear, as I slapped his hand away from the hem of my dress.

"I'm only using you, you know that right?"

"I don't care; now let me please you tonight. Show you what a real man is like."

"Really, I don't find that at all appealing. I find it more appalling." I breath as his lips travel down my neck. Come on Santana. It's not like your ever going to find her, just let him have you. But you never actually, did it before. It doesn't matter! Yes it does, I want to save myself for my soul mate! YOU'LL NEVER FIND HER, you stubborn Latina! Fuck this, I can have her if I wanted. Quinn and Rachel are happy. Blaine and Kurt are happy. Why can't I be happy? Because this is something you know that isn't right. That's only what Mami and Papi say! Well you do-

"Santana? Are you listening to me? Sometimes it's like you move to some distant place."

"What-yeah, I'm listening. And I said no, we aren't going to have sex."

"But we both don't have names, right?" I pause trying to remember my lie, hoping Puck didn't notice I pull him in for a kiss, but he just pushed me back.

"You don't have a name right?"

"Yeah of course."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me your palm."

"You don't just believe me?"

"Fucken show me you whore!" He grabbed my hand and pulled the leather glove that covered a deep secret. I felt my tear's stream down my face as he looked at the tattoo on my hand, I notice tear's start to roll down his face and rip my hand away from his grip.

"You lied. I-I thought I wasn't the only one finally! But no! You thought it as a good excuse, because you're scared of loving a fucken girl! So you lead me on, you make me feel like I was no longer a freak! Do you even know what it feel's like to wake up on your seventeenth birthday and realize there's no name, to see that you have no soul mate to look forward to love and hold!" He pauses for a quick breath, hot tears freely flowing from both of our eye's as I realize what I've been doing. "No you don't realize this! Because you have a future with someone, you have someone who holds the other half of your heart. You fucken bitch!" He moves to leave, but I feel my feet move before I could tell them not to.

"Puck, no listen to me! I didn't mean for you to find out, I didn't want you to find out. I didn't think it hurt you so much! I'm sorry." I plead gripping onto his plaid shirt.

"Well fuck you." He said, shaking me off of him and slamming the door in my face. I hear his car start and I sit on my floor waiting for the sound of his tires to fade away.

"Why can't you just be normal Santana? Why can't you just accept it?" I pull myself up to my bed and curl up fully clothed, holding my palm to my heart as I cry myself to sleep.

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