A/N- So you guys, I am so so so so so so so so so so sorry, things have been crazy for me. I know I was known as the fast updater, but if you feel like taking my title away, I won't even argue. I love you guys a lot and I can't promise that I'll go back to being really quick about updates, but I will try really damn hard. Oh, and in this update, there is one person's outfit that's kind of important. So with the link below, as usual, just add the "h" before the "ttp" and take out the spaces after the periods. Also, remember I know I probably don't deserve it, but the reviews really do mean a lot so keep them coming, you guys are awesome.
Outfit-
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As if it wasn't bad enough Rachel's heart was racing so fast from how quickly she was rushing into the playground. No, the sounds of somebody screaming in pain was making her even more nervous. She flew onto the elevator, wincing at the sound of a male crying out, Santana yelling and swearing, and a few other panicked voices. What made it all so terrifying is that she was able to hear it all the way on the first floor from the minute she was inside.
"What the Hell is happening right now...", she wondered, out loud.
As the elevator doors opened on the third floor, and she hurried from the elevator, she followed the noises to the employee lounge.
"You stupid ass hole! Yo deberÃa matarle yo mismo", the Boss lady was screaming."How fucking dare you bring this shit to my playground!"
Rachel hurried into the center of the room, and gasped at what she saw. Puck sitting on one of the couches, breathing heavily, and clutching his left arm. His clothing was covered in blood. There was a younger Hispanic looking girl sitting next to Puck, staring at him with all kinds of worry on her face. Santana, Brittany, Alyson and a random array of other employees were standing around.
"Oh God...Puck", Rachel hollered, as she knelt down in front of him."Jesus!"
"No no", snapped Santana."Don't give this stupid prick any sympathy! What the fuck else is it gonna' take for you to realize, huh Puckerman? You never should have started dealing!"
"No, wait...please don't be pissed at him. This wasn't his fault, it was mine", said the younger looking girl with Puck."I was supposed to warn him, but I dropped my phone, and he got caught."
"Wait a minute, who the Hell are you", asked Rachel, as she eyed the girl up and down."God, you look twelve years old."
Before the girl could answer, Sugar and Kurt came rushing into the room.
"What in the Hell is going on up here, what is all the screaming", asked Kurt, as he laid his eyes on the bloody mess that was Puck."Wow, seriously...what is happening!"
"Oh God...is that...blood...ugh", gagged Sugar."Sick...sick...", she pushed out, before vomiting all over the floor in front of her. A bunch of random moans and groans following the smaller woman's sickness.
"Great! That is just perfect", screamed Santana."Kurt, get her out of here!"
Kurt grabbed Sugar, who for some reason couldn't take her eyes away from Puck, and pulled her from the lounge. Sunshine was on her way in, but Kurt just grabbed her with his other hand, and pulled her out with Sugar."Yeah, not the best place to be right now sweetheart."
"Oh holy shit...", gagged Alyson, as she looked down at the mess Sugar had made. All the color drained from her face.
"Sage, don't you dare", spat Santana, but it was too late. A second puddle of vomit hit the floor.
"Okay this is getting really nasty...", breathed Rachel.
"Damn it, Sage! I thought you had a stomach on you", snapped Boss Lady.
"I do...I'm sorry...I'm really...sorry it's just...when I see somebody else puke...I loose it", she breathed."Blood I can handle, puke...not so much."
"Somebody go get a fucking mop and bucket before this room forever smells like vomit", snapped the angry Boss Lady. That being said, a random male employee was out of the room, and headed for the utility closet."I could fucking strangle you right now, Puckerman!"
"Oh my God...you so would sit here and bitch at me while I have a bullet stuck in my arm! Only you...would be that fucking crazy", he yelled back, causing everyone to jump a little."Can you please just call Doctor Sylvester instead of lecturing me about shit?"
"Yeah...San maybe this really isn't the best time to..."
Rachel didn't dare finish her sentence. She had gotten a glimpse of the way Santana was staring down at her, and decided to keep her mouth shut.
"San...", said Brittany, as she very carefully placed a hand on her shoulder"...just relax, okay? Please?"
If it wasn't for her perfection's voice, and the word please, Santana might have lost it seconds later. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and chose her next words very carefully."Puckerman, I will say this as nicely as I possibly can, for now. You are a fucking dumb ass. Don't even worry, because Sue is already on her way... but I hate the shit out of you right now."
The statement was sincere, and so calmly spoken that it was creepy. Everybody in the room was half expecting the Boss Lady to go ahead and finish the bartender off. However, she kept her distance.
"Look...it's not like I woke up today and thought, gee, you know, I think...I'll get shot in the arm just to piss Santana off", defended Puck. It was easy to tell he was getting a bit warn out. Rachel, stood from the floor, and sat next to him, rubbing his back, and staring down at his wound with concern.
"Really, it wasn't his fault. If I hadn't of messed up my run, and dropped my phone, he'd be okay", said the girl, that hadn't strayed from Puck's left side on the couch. Everybody had almost forgotten she was even in the room.
"Okay, you've got to be Laine", said Santana."I'm not in the mood for bullshit right now, so answer fast, and answer honest. Are you Laine?"
"Yes ma'am", the girl answered. She was clearly scared of the Boss Lady.
"Hell no, don't call me ma'am. Are you a drug runner for this worthless asshole?"
"Yes."
"How old are you?"
"I...I'm seventeen."
"Thought so. Britts take her to my office."
"Alright. Come on sweetie", said Brittany nicely, as she gestured for Laine to come to her.
"I...kinda' don't wanna' leave him", she answered, looking over at a weary faced Puck.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice right now. You need to get up, and go with her", said Santana. The girl looked over at Puck, fear in her eyes, and he just nodded his head. She hugged him lightly for a few moments before standing up, and walking towards the blond haired dancer. Before they were out of the room, she glanced back at Puck once more.
"Laine, it's okay...I'll be fine. I'll...see you in...a bit", he reassured, through spaced breathes.
Brittany took the girls hand, and led her out of the lounge.
"Puck, you're cutting her loose", breathed Santana."I mean, Jesus."
"No...that's not happening."
"Are you fucking kidding me? It's not even just about her age anymore. Now, it's about the fact that she's obviously got a thing for you!"
"You're wrong...", he argued."You're so...wrong. You have no idea."
"Puck, did you see the way she looked at you just now", asked Rachel.
"It's not...like...that", he groaned, leaning back."She plays for your team."
"What's that mean", asked Alyson.
"She's...into girls."
"Awe, a baby lesbian. How adorable is that", laughed one random male employees.
"Shut up...ass hole", said Puck, trying hard not to show how much pain he was in.
Santana was about to say something else, but Dave came rushing into the lounge."Sorry to interrupt Boss, but I thought you should know, Doctor Sylvester is on her way up."
"Thank you Karofsky, have her go straight into the Exam room please", said Santana, silently thanking God that she was getting a break from at least part of the situation."Star, come with me, Sage take Puck to the Exam room, and stay with him. Everybody else go about your damn day."
"Yes Miss Santana", answered Sage, and a handful of other people standing around. Rachel stood up and followed Santana out of the lounge. Once the two of them reached Santana's office, Rachel stopped her boss from going inside. She wanted to calm her down just a little bit before they entered the room.
"San...".
"What?" She wouldn't make eye contact."Rachel, do not mess with me right now. I need to get in there, talk to this girl, and make sure all my babies are accounted for."
"Well, now more then ever, I understand your paranoia...but I'm sure everybody else is bullet free. Are you alright", asked the smaller woman.
Santana was loosing it on some level. Her stress was getting worse day by day, and she knew it would come boiling to the surface eventually. However, it wasn't the time, and Rachel wasn't the person to vent to. At least, she didn't think so."Yeah, I'm good."
"I don't believe you", said Rachel."You wouldn't be so pissed off otherwise, no way."
"Look, I said I'm fine."
"Yeah, I heard you, but it's a lie. Santana, when you let me have it...when you ripped me a new one in front of everybody like that...I saw the fire in your eyes, I could almost feel how pissed off you were."
"What's your fucking point", snapped the angry Latina."Get to it fast...".
"My point is, no matter how painful that was for me, no matter how pissed off at you I was...I knew you were only that angry out of love for me. You cannot tell me otherwise." The tiny woman was speaking from her heart, and her Boss could tell."You see Puck in danger, and you hate that he won't let you protect him, you hate that he won't listen to reason."
"He really is a stubborn fucking moron", said Santana, in almost a whisper. She still couldn't make eye contact with Rachel. She just stood, looking straight forward, passed Rachel."He keeps this shit up, he'll end up dead...and...I can't have that. I will not loose him to the drugs."
"I know you care about him, we all do", said Rachel."You have to know it's too late though."
It was then Santana made eye contact."What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Santana, he's in way too deep, he's on the dealer hook. He's addicted to the rush, the power, and above all the money. You can relate to that, right?" She was taking a huge risk by speaking the way she was, but she had no fear. Concern for her Boss was taking over, and she wanted to say what she knew she had to.
"Right."
"This scared him. I could see it in his face, this freaked him out. Who knows what will happen now, but San...I'm asking you as a friend...take it easy on this girl. She's a kid. Deal with Puck how you want later, but please try to remember..."
"She's a kid...I know."
"Alright, let's go talk to her", said Rachel, with a smile.
"Thank you...I needed that...", said Santana, clearly not wanting to admit it. Rachel just winked at her, as the the two of them entered Santana's office. Brittany was sitting next to Laine on the couch, as the younger girl drank from a bottle of water. She had a bag of sour gummy worms in her lap.
"Wow, Britts...leave it to you to feed people when they visit", said Santana, with a small smile.
"Well, she looked like she needed a snack", defended the blond."Plus, sour gummy worms are her favorite, just like me, San."
"Alright little girl...come on over here. We need to have a little chat", said Santana, as she took a seat at her desk. The girl looked to Brittany, and got a reassuring nod that lead her to believe it was okay for her to get up. She stood, and moved towards one of the chairs that sat in front of Santana's desk. She took a seat. Brittany moved behind the desk, and stood next to Santana's chair, tablet in hand. During serious meetings with people, it had become her usual spot. Santana as always liked it. She had no problem having her woman by her side, especially when serious business was in play. Rachel decided to sit next to Laine, just so she had some sense of comfort.
"So you're Laine...", said the Latina, as she studied the girl.
"Um...y-yeah...", she answered nervously."You're Santana?"
"You've heard about me?"
"Yes...he talks about you...sometimes."
"Yeah well, that's a given. Puck's my bitch, he talks about me because he knows I'm worth mentioning. Now, I need you to tell me everything that went down today."
"I... don't know if he would want that...".
"He's not here right now, and given the situation I think it would be in your best interest to just tell me."
"I'm...s-sorry...I can't."
Santana closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened them, she looked up at her perfection.
"It's okay, just be patient...", smiled Brittany.
"I'm sorry...I really am. It's just...I...can't betray him. He's like my big brother. I need him."
Santana couldn't help but be a little aggravated by the young girl's statement. It was as if the girl thought she was closer to Puckerman then she was. She wanted to grab the little drug mule by her throat and lay it out for her.
"Noah's been there for me more then anybody ever has."
That did it.
"Damn it", snapped Santana."You don't get to call him Noah, he doesn't go by that name!"
"San...", warned Brittany and Rachel in unison.
"No, who the Hell do you think you are? This isn't a game you little brat...this is real life! You don't get to call the shots when you are in my Playground! Now, if you're not gonna' tell me what went down today like a good little girl, I guess I'll have to get it out of you the hard way!"
Santana stood up from her desk, and moved to stand directly in front of a terrified Laine. Not only did Rachel not move from her spot next to the young girl, she grabbed her hand, and held it. She looked up, and noticed that Santana's eyes were on the mini messenger bag that Laine had strapped around her. The girl had been guarding it for dear life since she had entered the building, so it was clear that it was important to her.
"Empty it", she demanded, catching Laine off guard."Empty the bag, or I swear to you little girl, I'll tune your little ass up!"
The girl just clutched the bag tighter to her body, and looked down. She looked like she was about to cry, and it was really starting to bother both Brittany, and Rachel.
"Okay, San...what did I just say to you outside", reminded Rachel.
"I don't give a shit! If she wants to play with the big kids, we're gonna' play! Now, I'm not gonna' tell you again, Laine! Empty. The. Fucking. Bag."
Santana wouldn't take her eyes away from the girl. A small part of her did feel bad for scaring the Hell out of her, but she pushed the feeling away. At that point, Puckerman meant more in the situation. Rachel and Brittany locked eyes, and came to a silent agreement. Brittany moved towards Santana, and carefully placed her hands on her shoulders.
"Come on baby...sit down."
Santana just shook her head, and went back to her seat behind her desk. Brittany was the one person she wouldn't go against at that moment. Rachel stood from her seat, and knelt down in front of Laine.
"Hey, it's okay", she said, with a warm smile."She won't hurt you, but you should just show her what you're carrying. Might calm her down a bit if you do."
"The rule is...the bag doesn't open until I make the drop. Noah's rule...if he finds out I opened it, he's gonna' be so mad at me", the girl sobbed."Please don't make him mad at me."
Rachel smiled sadly. Clearly, there was a connection between Puckerman, and Laine that none of them were supposed to know about."Don't you worry about that, sweetheart. I'll talk to him for you. Now, why don't you give me the bag."
At first, the girl just looked at Rachel, eyes full of tears. She then glanced up and Brittany, who gave her yet another reassuring nod. That must have done it. She leaned forward, pulled the bag strap from around her body, and slowly handed it to Rachel."You'll get it back, sweetie. I promise", said Rachel, with a wink. Rachel turned around, unzipped the bag, and dumped out it's contents on Santana's desk top. The three women took in the sight. Twenty little baggies filled with snowy white powder.
"Whoa...", said Brittany."That...that's a lot...".
"I mean Jesus...who the Hell were you taking this to, Tony fucking Montana", spat Santana.
"Holy shit", breathed Rachel, as she took her seat again."Sweetie...that's insane for anybody to carry, much less somebody your age."
"It's the biggest drop I've ever had to make. It's three grand worth...", said Laine, nervously."That's why he showed up, that's why he was checking things out for me."
"Alright...", started Brittany, sensing the girl was going to open up."Why don't you very calmly tell us what happened. We're all ears, it's okay."
"Yeah", added Rachel, grabbing the girl's hand."Go ahead."
"I went to make the drop by myself, like I always do...but Noah...I mean Puck...changed his mind last minute about me going alone, so he showed up at the warehouse."
"Wait, a warehouse? Was it empty", asked Santana, earning a nod from the."God, you think that would have been his first damn clue that it was a bad idea. Continue...".
"Well...the plan was for him to go check things out, while I stood watching the door. I was supposed to text him if I saw anybody. I was standing there, and I heard footsteps, so I went to text him, but I dropped my phone, and it broke. So...I went to find him. I went inside, saw somebody sneaking up behind him...I panicked, and yelled for him. He got in a huge fight with the guy, and...the guy shot him and took off. I wanted him to go to a hospital, but...he wanted to come here, and he made me come with him. He said we came out on top, so not even getting shot in the arm was gonna' rattle him."
By the time Laine was done telling the story, she was a nervous, wreck. Obviously the whole thing had shaken her up, but talking about it was bringing it all to the surface. She wasn't crying, but it was clear that the tears could come at any minute.
"Jesus", breathed Santana, as she pinched the bridge of her nose."So, what now, the drop isn't gonna' be made?"
"No. Puck says it was a set up to steal some of his inventory, but they probably learned their lesson, and won't mess with him again."
"Okay, is he delusional? He got shot", snapped the Boss Lady.
"Wait a minute, you said Puck told you that you guys came out on top", said Rachel."What does that mean?"
Laine reached into her hoodie pocket, with a shaky hand, and pulled out a huge wad of cash. It was rolled, and held together by a rubber band.
"Oh my god", exclaimed the tall blond."Where did that come fr-"
"Puck got it from the guy during their fight."
"Wow", laughed Santana."That sneaky son of a bitch."
"That's not a good thing. Won't those people come after him", asked Rachel.
"He said they won't. I have no idea why he thinks that, but I trust him. Can...I...see him now?"
"Since you're cooperating now, in a little while I'll let you see him. However, I'm not letting off the hook easy little girl. You need to hear me out, and I actually need you to listen otherwise I'll snap on you again. Hear me?"
Laine just nodded.
"San...", warned Brittany.
"Yeah, I know", she breathed."I don't know your situation. I'm not sure what your background is, or how you ended up running drugs for that ass hole. I could very easily find out, and I might have to do so. Regardless, you are way too young for this shit. Obviously he's paying well, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here decked out in Adidas, but it's really not worth it."
"But I...I...".
"Listen. Don't speak. You're seventeen years old, you should be thinking about shopping and dating boys...shit like that. Not how fast your gonna' have to run to get away from the cops if you get caught carrying three grand in cocaine", Santana went on."I mean come on, you have to know that."
"I get what you're saying, and yeah I'm paid well...but...trust me, this is all there is for me. And just for the record...dating boys is probably the furthest thing from my mind, and always will be."
Rachel couldn't help but giggle at the comment.
"That can't be true" said Brittany, sweetly."I don't believe that this is all there is for you."
Laine just smiled shyly.
"Isn't there anything else you can think of like off the top of your head that you might wanna' be doing', asked Rachel, as she rubbed the top of the girl's hand with her thumb.
Laine looked down at the gesture, and blushed.
"Anything at all", asked Brittany.
"Well, this place seems kinda' fun. What kinda' playground is this anyways?"
All three of the woman in the room couldn't help but laugh a little at the girl's enthusiasm.
A while later, Puck was patched up, and out of the playground. He was taking Laine back to where she needed to be. He left with warning from Santana, that they would be having a very long talk at some point very soon. His eyes had rolled, but he knew he wasn't getting out of it. After Rachel helped Brittany reassure Santana that all of her babies were safe, and accounted for, she retreated to her bedroom. Her plan was to call Quinn and talk to her for a little while, but she was disappointed when she got the blond's voice mail.
"Hey...it's me. If only you knew the amount of crazy that just occurred here. Everything is fine now, but Puck is in deep shit, that's for sure. You're probably busy, but when you get a chance call me back. I have a few hours before I need to get ready. Bye for now, angel."
When she hung up, she flopped onto her bed, and opened her computer. She checked her mail, and jumped around on a few different pages. In the middle of browsing the Victoria Secret site, she remembered that she wanted to check one of her favorite blogs. She quickly typed in the name, and smiled when she saw that the blogger had updated.
"I couldn't sleep all night. I didn't get home until about four o'clock in the morning, but still...I couldn't fall asleep. So, instead of laying there in my bed, I decided not to waste the morning. I went to the rooftop of my building. It sounds really lame, I know, but a rooftop in a big city is one of the best spots anybody could ever visit in their life. You get to see every light, every color, every detail. Those are details that are easier to appreciate when you're higher up. It's like looking at a painting. I don't know about you guys, but when I see art, I hear it too. I Always have my headphones in when I'm alone. As I've said many times before, music is my best friend and my heart beat. So, while I was up on the roof, I of course was listening to music already. Only this time, I took my ear buds out. I didn't need real music at that point. I could already hear it inside my head because of what I was looking at. I know I sound crazy when I say things like that, but I have to get things like that out. I can't hold those things inside because it builds up. The music I hear in my head is like a small symphony. A guardian angel that lets me know that I can stay calm and breathe for a few minutes. I can't help but feel like Christine in Phantom of the Opera. She had her Angel of Music, and I feel like I have mine...".
As Rachel finished reading, she smiled. She had loved the blog for some time, and connected with it for reasons that she didn't even understand. She wanted to meet the girl who wrote it, but she was sure she never would. The blogger in question had always posted anonymously. She clicked on the comment option, and started to type.
As always, you're words and thoughts are beautiful. You're an inspiration. Just for the record, I don't think you sound crazy. I think you sound wise. I already had reasons to relate to Christine, but you just gave me one more. Thank you for that.
Satisfied with that, she sent the comment just as her phone started to ring. She saw that it was Quinn and grabbed her phone.
"Hello."
"Puck got shot", asked Quinn, in shock.
"Whoa, yeah he did. How did you know that?"
"Brittany texted me. What the Hell is the matter with him?"
"Oh my God", laughed the tiny woman."You sound like Santana."
"Well, I mean obviously the drug dealing is more than he knows ho to handle, and he's brought that poor teenager into it now?"
"Yeah, she was a sweet girl. I'm not sure what her story is, or why she's so attached to Puck but you wouldn't believe her dedication to him. Quinn, this girl...oh my God."
"You met her?"
"Yeah, she's sweet, but she's a little guardian for sure."
"So, what's this mean for our little bartender buddy? Santana's probably planning to tear him a new one...".
"They're scheduled for a little chat, and he's not looking forward to it. San...she's on the edge. I'm actually somewhat worried about her...", admitted Rachel."She's very stressed out, and I can't help but call her sanity into question at this point."
"Well, don't worry too much, she's a tough one. I'm sure she can handle it", Quinn tried to reassure.
"I really want to believe that but...she's nuts right now. I think she needs a vacation or something."
"Good luck with that. I don't think anybody, not even Britt, would be able to talk her into taking any time off", laughed Quinn."Are you alright? I know you really care about Puck."
"Yeah baby, I'm fine. I freaked out a little at first but I'm fine now. Don't you worry about me", giggled Rachel."I know I just left you, but I can't wait to see you later."
"You're sweet, I was just thinking the same thing. I'll be late, but both Blaine and I will be there eventually. Although, does that even matter? You'll be busy tonight."
"I've got three clients, each in different lounges so yeah I'm gonna' be all over the damn playground tonight."
"That, and isn't Alyson shadowing you?"
"Not anymore, she's helping Puck behind the bar until his arm heals completely."
"Oh, alright. That's works out. Listen, I have a meeting in a few minutes, but I'll text you in a while, and see you later on tonight", breathed Quinn. She sounded tired, and Rachel felt responsible.
"Alright, I can't wait. See you tonight baby", giggled Rachel.
"Bye bye beautiful", said Quinn, and she hung up.
Rachel smiled, and set her phone down on the bed. Two hours later, she was showered and her make up was done. She still had some time before she had anything important to do, so she got on her computer once again. She checked her messages once, and poked around on her Facebook page. She was in the middle of scrolling through her news feed, when a thought crossed her mind, and she giggled to herself.
"I wonder if Quinn has a Facebook page."
She typed in her name, and sure enough she found her. She clicked on her page, and looked around. It was obvious that she hadn't been on in a while, but it didn't stop Rachel from looking through her photos, and at her information.
Interested In: Men
Rachel smirked, and shook her head. She'd known about Quinn's previous denial, but she wondered how she was about it now. Sure her mother knew, and her best friend knew, but who else knew. Or didn't know, for that matter. She thought about what had happened with Kurt when he went to Blaine's office with him. She wanted to put Quinn to the test at her job, and made a mental note to one day surprise Quinn at work.
After she had gotten off of her computer, and stood in front of the mirror for ten minutes inspecting her outfit and make up, she finally headed out of her room. She was planning on going down to the bar, and making her own drink. It has been a very stressful afternoon, and she knew that her stress level would only get higher as the night went on. It was part of the job, and the tiny woman had come to accept and deal with it. As she exited the elevator, and passed by Santana's office, she couldn't help but overhear Brittany's voice from inside. She sounded upset, and it was simply heartbreaking. Rachel frowned, as she approached the cracked open office door.
"That's not what I'm saying San, I'd never ask you to just walk away from this. I get it, this is your life, it's what you do. It's my life to, and I swear on everything, I live to love and serve you. But...your temper has been off the charts. I just want you to relax."
"Britts...baby, you don't have to worry about that. I'm fine", Santana defended. Rachel was pretty sure she had fulfilled her quota for bursting into Santana's office lately, but she didn't care. She shared the leggy dancer's concern, and wanted to Santana to hear it.
"Um...San?"
Santana and Brittany both turned their attention to the door, to see Rachel slowly walk inside.
"What is it now Rachel, can it wait", breathed the very aggravated Latina.
"No, it can't. I wasn't trying to listen, but I heard what Brittany just said."
"Yeah...and?"
"I think she's right. You really are getting scary, and it's a level of scary that I didn't think I would ever see from you. Don't you think it might be a good idea to just take some time off?"
"Oh my God", laughed Santana, as she pinched the bridge of her nose."First of all, no I don't think I need time off. Second, you need time to take it off, and I have none. You're both worried about nothing."
Rachel simply shrugged her shoulders in defeat. She didn't agree, but wasn't about to argue about it. She looked over and Brittany, assuming she would do the same. However, the tall blond dancer stood there, with a look on her face. One that made it obvious that she was about to start crying at any second.
"Aweee Britt...", whispered Rachel, and she went to grab her hand, only the taller woman wanted nothing to do with her friend's hand, or her girlfriend's office. She spun around ,and headed for the door.
"Baby...wait, please", begged Santana, as she left her desk, and jogged after. With no intention of stopping Brittany headed out of the room, and down the hallway a few steps. Before Santana could catch up, she was stopped by Kurt.
"Miss Santana?"
"Not now Kurt...".
"No, you need to hear this now", he snapped, earning a glare from his Boss."I'm sorry, it's just...Puck just called."
"Yeah...and?"
"Um...he quit."
Santana suddenly felt like she had just been punched in the throat.
"Excuse m-me", she asked, in almost a whisper."No, there is no way he would do that to me."
"He said, to tell you he quit...and that you shouldn't bother getting a hold of him. I'm sorry Miss Santana, but I don't think he was kidding", said Kurt, worry plastered across his face. He thought for sure he was about to get slapped across the face. Santana on the other hand felt her heart beat get harder ans faster. She got dizzy, and breathing seemed to be getting harder and harder for her.
"Miss Santana", asked Kurt, taking a step forward. It sounded like an echo to her. The room seemed to tilt to side, as if she was on a roller coaster Her vision went blurry, and her chest felt tight and hot. The last thing she heard before darkness fell over, was hearing the heartbreaking sound of Brittany screaming her name at the top of her lungs.
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