Project Love
I spent an hour waiting at the train, swiping people in for half of what the city charges. The snow is coming down really hard now, and I need the money. After an hour I have twelve bucks in my hand, which isn't much but anything is something. I finally reach uptown around three o'clock and the snow's getting worse.
Puck lives in regular Harlem which is opposite the side of town that Brianna lives on. I see him standing, just as he said he was, right in front of his building. He's probably freezing his ass off, I know I am. But it doesn't matter as long as he's selling. That's all he cares about. And he makes good money because he sacrifices stuff like that.
Puck notices me as I approach and shakes his head side to side. "You look like a goon" He laughs at me as I stop in front of him.
I playfully punch his arm "Yeah well you're no Joshua Bowman either. Chill"
"Racist much? Just because he's a Jew. Shut the fuck up." He opens the door to the lobby and we both go inside.
"So what's up with you and your chick? Brianna right?" He gives me a cocky grin. "You making her ride Santanasauras Rex yet?" He laughs when I smirk at him. He knows Brianna wouldn't give it up yet.
I just roll my eyes and try to ignore him. It's none of his damn business anyway.
"Damn, how do you not hit that? You gotta be gettin' it somehow"
I decide to change the subject because I don't feel like talking about Brianna right now. She's not what's on my mind.
"So what's up with you and Quinn? When is she gonna have that baby? I saw her a couple weeks ago she looks about ready to pop."
Now Puck rolls his eyes, getting frustrated. "Me and her are done alri-"
"Again? Holy shit man." I cut him off. They break up and get together every couple weeks. They have a crazy relationship if you ask me. One minute they're fighting and then the next they're all over each other and telling each other how much they care. It's always a roller coaster with those two.
We all know that Quinn only puts up with his shit for the money. And now that's she's pregnant it's even more of a necessity. Thinking about all he's going through, makes me glad I'm not having sex. The last thing I need is baby mama drama.
Puck continues on "Yeah again. But it's cool. I got ten other girls that wanna piece of this." He gestures to himself and grins widely. I chuckle knowing it's true, but he can be such a pig it's funny.
He leans up against the mailboxes and looks down at me "So what's up? What do you need?" He knows I wouldn't be here if I didn't need something. "You say the word and I'll get you hooked up." I shake my head. He knows I came for money, not work. "Come on San, you can work for me and make your own cash. Stop trying to act like it's not gonna happen at some point."
I shake my head again and look at him firmly "I'm not gonna work for you Puck. I can't" He huffs.
"Santana if you got popped, you would be charged as a minor. You wouldn't serve much time. Quit being a kid about it."
I roll my eyes, he clearly know nothing "I'm not scared you idiot. I just can't do that to Carlos, especially not with my dad already not around." He seems to understand that part of it and backs off. "And when my dad gets out, I'm out. I'm not gonna be around all that anymore." I don't know why I'm telling him my plans. Who knows, maybe I'll sell a little when my dad gets out. I just don't want Puck thinking I'm a wimp or scared, because I'm not."
After chilling in the lobby for a while, Puck leads me upstairs where he lives with his three best friends. They're all busy doing something. Sam's sitting on the couch playing playstation. Finn's sitting in a huge chair, bong right next to him so I know he's high as fuck. And then Blaine is in the kitchen talking on his cellphone. He hangs up when he see us. "What's up San?" I give him a thumbs up "When you gonna come drop for us? We're expanding and could use some help."
"Not anytime soon. I just can't right now" I avoid eye contact with him.
"You're gonna stay with that Metrocard bullshit right?" He smirks.
"Yeah" I smirk back but then get serious "But I need to talk to you guys about something."
Blaine sits down at the table and lights up a blunt. "You want some?" He holds it out to me and I take it.
"Alright" I take a huge hit and hold it in for as long as I can.
I love weed because all I know after that is we're all sitting around the table getting fucked up. Smoking more, drinking straight out of the bottle. We start talking about all the shit we used to get into and laughing our asses off at how stupid we were. Like the one time we stole from the corner store and Finn had pissed us off so we left him to get caught. We watched his mom drag him out by his ear, screaming at him. It was hilarious.
"So, what're you thinking about Santana?" Blaine brings me back to my presence here.
"Yeah what do you need?" Puck says sacariscally. It makes me want to hit him for being like that.
"Alright well I got all my dads equipment right? Speakers, tracks, everything. Its all in storage." They're all staring at me waiting for the point.
When I pause Sam interrupts me, "Do you wanna sell it? I know some guys that would be interested." I give him a nasty stare for interrupting me. He's known me forever, he should know better.
"I'm not selling his shit Sam. He's out in a couple months anyway. What I do want to do with it is throw a few parties like he used to. I want to get a place of my own and charge people to get in. I wanted to know if you guys wanted in. You can stand out front and sell all day long if you so desire."
Sam grins at me, impressed. Puck smiles because he knows it's a good idea and I can see the dollar signs in his eyes. Blaine sits back in his chair, as deep in thought as he can be while he's this fucked up. But ultimately he has the final say.
"Sounds cool. I'm in." He smiles at me and pulls a large wad of cash from his pocket. "How much do you need to get started? I expect drinks to be free, but I'm not worried about anything else, I know we'll make it all back." I think about it for a minute and Blaine starts counting what's in his hand.
"I'm guessing around $300 to get started. But we'll crank the fees up as we go and then we'll start making some serious cash." I try to be convincing like my dad used to be.
Blaine hands over $325.00 and I smile as I put it all in my pocket. "Don't fuck me over Santana."
I nod "Just promise your work stays outside" He shakes my hand and winks at me.
I don't tell them every penny he just gave me is going towards an apartment. It might have been deceitful, but I'm done with trashy motels and no money. I'm going to get out of this hell.
When I leave the apartment, the snow is really piling up. I know it's going to take forever to get back to the motel.
I start thinking about this party. I know what my dad used to charge, but that's way too much for kids my age to pay. But then it makes me happy, thinking about making some serious cash.
It's dark when I get back and when I walk in my room, it's pitch black. I give Carlos a kiss on the head and then speak to my mom. "I have things working out, you don't have to worry about it anymore." She knows exactly what I'm talking about and nods. She doesn't seem grateful that I actually made an effort to improve our lives, she seems pissed off. I shake my head and lean back over to Carlos. "I'm gonna go out for a little, but I'll be back okay?"
I walk back out and find myself outside of Brittany's room. After the first couple of knocks I hear her yell 'come in'.
I walk in and she's sitting on her bed wearing a long t-shirt and underwear. "I was waiting on you to come by."
"How did you know I was coming?" She smirks.
"Just a gift of mine I suppose. But don't act like you don't like spending time with me." I smiled at her. She gets up and starts brushing her hair in front of the mirror.
"Don't get me wrong, I do like spending time with you, but you're killing me here." I haven't been able to take my eyes off of her ass.
She looks back at me from the mirror and laughs. My eyes finally meet hers and she gives me a sweet smile. "So guess what I did today?"
"Do I wanna know?" I sit on the edge of the bed and continue drooling over her body.
"Well you might like to know that I called that old lady from the church and set up an interview for that waitressing job." She turns around and leans against the dresser. She starts giggling when I don't give her an answer. She stretches her arms over her head and the bottom of her shirt rises up.
"You doing that on purpose." I state bluntly "Anyway, that's great Britt. I'm happy for you." She tilts her head to the side and gives me a piercing look.
"Santana, are you high?" I was still feeling dizzy but I didn't think it was that noticeable.
"Maybe a little." Now my stomach is churning and I can feel the bile in the back of my throat.
She just rolls her eyes and starting pulling her hair in a ponytail. "So you wanna watch TV?" I don't even hear the question, because I dart into the bathroom and lean straight over the toilet. I throw up not only in the toilet but all over it. I'm just starting to feel relieved when her voice comes into the bathroom. "Are you okay? San what's wrong?" I immediately feel embarrassed. I don't want her of all people to see me like this. I feel her hand on my back and I want to shrug it off but I don't. "Were you drinking or something?" I don't answer. I knew I shouldn't have and I don't want to admit that to Brittany. "Here, let's get you cleaned up." She helps me up and helps me shed my sweater. Then I grab a towel and start cleaning up my mess. Brittany takes my sweater and starts rinsing it out on the sink. She didn't have to do anything, but it was comforting and sweet that she was.
"Why don't you lay down, I'll get you something to drink." She leaves the room and I lay down like she suggested. She back in a couple of minutes and pops the top on a can of ginger ale. "Here, drink this." I take it and sip on it lightly. It really helped settle my stomach.
Brittany gets next to me and start massaging my back and neck. It feels so good. Not only her hands, but the way her body is pressed against mine. "Feeling better mami?" She whispers in my ear.
It was so sexy the way she said it that I couldn't help but turn my head to look at her, and when I did, our lips connected. My tongue slides in her mouth and she completely straggling me. I needed this. I needed more than this and that urge was rebirth by Puck's comment earlier.
After a while Brittany pulls back and smiles down at me. "You're really good at that. But you taste like throw up." Another pang of embarrassment rushed through me and I sigh. And she finds it funny and laughs at me.
"Fine, then I'm using your toothbrush" I get up and walk into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and hear her banging outside.
"San that's disgusting. Don't you dare." I wet her toothbrush and then put it back on the counter. I put the toothpaste on my finger and spread it around and then rinse and spit.
I walk out and she's leaned up against the wall. "That's gross."
"It's no different than kissing." I laugh at her face.
"That's not true. Kissing is nothing."
"Well if it's nothing then come over here and kiss me some more." She walks over to me slowly. "And call me mami again. That" I kiss her once "is a huge turn on"
Kissing Brittany is amazing. And I really want to go further, but with Brittany I don't want to rush. She's something I've never had before and I don't want to screw whatever this is up. When I don't get as touchy as she's being she pulls back and looks at me.
"What's wrong mami?" She rests her forehead against mine. I don't answer. "Your girlfriend?"
I shake my head and look away but she turns my head back with her finger under my chin. "Come on, I know something's wrong."
That's all it took. I spilled out everything I was feeling to her. How Brianna and I were having some issues and that I cared about her but wasn't really happy. And how my mother was a total bitch. And how I planned on getting out of this place.
She listens and nods. She's so easy to talk to. She understands where I'm coming from and why I want to do what I want to do.
In the time we talk one thing out of all of it becomes clear. I want to get out of here, but not without Brittany. I need her. We'll both get out of this place, this life. Together.
(A/N: Hey everybody, serious feelings in this chapter. Make sure to review and tell me what you think on this new updated chapter, have a wonderful night!)