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Excited was not the word Santana would use to describe herself when she woke up this morning. She has been dreading this weekend since Quinn mentioned it a few nights ago. Sleepless nights have become a part of her routine; she finds herself tossing and turning in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but it dawns on her that the bed is not the issue, it's who's missing from it. She's been so used to sleeping beside Brittany since she could remember; her scent and the warmth became the brunette's personal lullaby. She has never really thought about the effect of the blonde leaving on her sleeping patterns; apparently it does since sleep is pretty much nonexistent for her these days. Her mind always wanders back to her; all their memories flooding her brain only intensifies how much she wished Brittany was with her.
After much deliberation, she finally forced herself to get out of bed and face the day. She lazily walked to the bathroom and did her morning rituals without any rush; she had plenty of time to kill since Quinn and Rachel's party doesn't start until eight o'clock this evening; it was only 12pm. Santana sighed to herself; she didn't particularly have anything planned during the day. Goddamn, she's been so lazy recently it's quite sickening. She raked her brain trying to find something to do until she remembered someone; "when you need a hand, call Mr Puckerman"; she smiled at their own inside joke.
Noah "Puck" Puckerman. If she considered someone her lesbro, it would be him. They had a history back in high school when Santana was adamant that she wasn't going to be known as the "lesbian cheerio a.k.a the queerio". Raging hormones and denial lead the Latina to the arms of one "Puckasaurus"; they became an item but for the brunette it was all about the sex and mostly forgetting about Brittany. She used Puck as a device to try and "straighten" her up; but no matter how good he was in bed, she could not help but imagine Brittany with her. Unknown to many people, Puck actually declared his love for the Latina but she broke up with him due to his "below average GPA"; which of course was complete bullshit. She wanted a way out because somehow she felt guilty for being with him when all she could think about was being with her best friend. Things became weird between them and they didn't speak to each other for a few months; Puck was embarrassed about his love confession and Santana felt too bad to bring the topic up. She knew he has never said anything like that to any girl before. However, when he walked in on her and Brittany in the Cheerios changing room, God knows what he was doing there, it lead to a full blown confrontation wherein she finally decided to come clean and come out. It took a few more weeks for him to approach her and tell her he was cool with it and was happy for her and Brittany. Nowadays, they meet up regularly for coffee or a drink; although the blonde was never really the biggest fan of Puckerman. He's just back from the road; his band was doing alright these days, opening for bigger acts. Surely, the Latina thought, he'd be up for catching up before the party tonight.
When she returned to her bedroom, she got her phone and dialled his number. After a few rings, a familiar deep voice picked up.
"I knew you'd come crawling back to the mighty hands of The Puckasaurus." he greeted; Santana could feel him smiling smugly on the other line.
"And here I am regretting even knowing this number. Get over yourself, Noah." she replied, rolling her eyes.
"Ouch, Lopez is touchy today. Have you not been getting any?" he joked, fully unaware of the rift between Santana and Brittany. The pause and the deep sigh that came out of the brunette's lips were enough to let him know though, "Shit, Santana, I didn't know, sorry. What the hell happened?"
"Shit happened, Puck. Anyway, I was thinking we could meet up today, if you're free. You've been away for too long." she explained, not wanting to talk about it over the phone.
"Lopez, I know how awesome the Puckasaurus is but you know, I'm not going to scratch your itch, again." he remarked playfully, knowing how the Latina will react.
"Oh God, Puck. It's too early to vomit. Don't even get me started. I'm not a horny confused teenager anymore." she replied sarcastically.
"Yeah you're not a teenager anymore but you're still horn—"
"Meet me at that coffee place on Sunset in an hour." she cut him off knowing that the teasing won't end. Before he could even reply, she hung the phone up. He will be there.
For Brittany, the party tonight is a huge deal. Firstly, it's going to be the first time she's going to see Santana since she left their place, for good. She hasn't said a word nor has heard from the brunette in weeks; anxiety is slowly taking over her as she doesn't exactly know how her ex girlfriend will act towards her; more importantly, how she will react towards her ex girlfriend. In her mind, she wants to be civil and polite but not overly friendly; this could prove to be a chore since she's just not used to being at a party without Santana. Secondly, this is the first time their other friends will find out about the couple splitting up and she isn't exactly looking forward to the barrel of questions she's sure they will ask; nor can she imagine that Santana will be pleased to answer any of the questions too. They'd be lucky if she doesn't go all "lima heights" on them; especially once the brunette gets a few glasses of alcohol in her system. She doesn't want to be pessimistic, it's very unlike her, but she just could not shake the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that tonight is not going to end well. Finally, she thinks that tonight is only going to seal the fact that they have broken up. Everything about this party will only remind her of what she had, what she doesn't have and what she's left with; and truth be told, she's doesn't know how she feels about it. One part of her is happy that she's managing just fine without Santana but another part is longing for her so badly; she just misses the normality they used to have.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing.
"Hey, Tina, what's up?" she greeted trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
"Hi Britt, I just heard what happened. Are you still going to Quinn and Rachel's tonight?" so word still travels fast amongst the ex glee club members these days.
Brittany scrunched up her face in a disapproving look. "How did you find out? And yes, I am. I'll be there to support Quinn and Rachel."
"You know the glee club, nothing much has changed. Okay well, I'm happy that you're going to be there. It's been so long since we last caught up." Tina replied casually trying not to make the conversation awkward.
"Yeah, I'm stoked to see everyone. Listen, I have to go run some errands but I'll see you later, okay?" she lied trying to escape the questions that will definitely come her way.
"Sure, Britt. See you later."
Santana sat around a table outside of the cafe she usually goes to with Puck nowhere in sight. The bastard is actually making her wait or standing her up. She glances at her watch impatiently for the nth time; it was already 1.45, he's almost an hour late. He better have a good explanation for her not to lose her shit on him; she's never liked it when people showed up late and it doesn't exactly help that her patience levels are, well, nonexistent —apart from, of course, one exception but that's beside the point. After a few more minutes of relentlessly checking her watch and edgily sipping on her second cup of coffee, she saw a tall, dark built figure getting out of a flashy car and walking towards her with his signature smirk and classic Mohawk hairstyle. He looks better than the last time she's seen him; the Rock N Roll lifestyle certainly is doing wonders for Puck.
Before he could even pull the seat out to sit down, she scowls at him, making sure her annoyance is known.
"You're fucking late, Puck." She says casually although her tone is blatantly annoyed. Santana Lopez has never been one to be kept waiting.
"Chill your Latina ass, Lopez. Traffic was a bitch." He smiled waving the hot waitress over to get their order.
"Or you probably had to kick out a random hook up from last night?" she asks easing a little bit when Puck smiles back in agreement; something's never change.
After the hot waitress walked away, longer than the brunette expected because Puck just could not control himself, they finally got on to talking about their lives and all the shit that's been going down, especially for Santana. Puck is the same old guy; no commitments; easy going as ever. Santana actually laughed genuinely for the first time in weeks due to Puck's cheap jokes and boyish charms. He was never going to be the one for Santana but he was a great company whenever she needed someone to lift her spirits up. That's just the Puck that she knows; not the Puck that everyone knows and it makes her feel good that she's the exception.
"So are you going to Berry's party tonight?" he asked looking up at Santana.
"It's Quinn and Rachel's party. You kind of missed out on the important part there and yes, I am. Are you?" she smiled; taking a sip from her cocktail.
"We both know Rachel organized the whole goddamn thing, while Quinn ran around like her little bitch." He joked, eliciting a chuckle from the Latina.
"Quinn will kick your ass if she heard you." She replied, although she thought the same thing as him, "So are you going to be there?"
"Of course I am. Puck needs some lovin'. They might have some friends, you know." He cocked his eyebrows suggestively.
She rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh. "Puck, it's basically going to be a room full of gleeks and broadways geeks." She comments.
"Some of them are hot piece of action."
"You're sick." She joked, playfully punching his shoulder. "Let's go together, pick me up around 8."
He smiled suggestively although he knew she didn't mean it that way, it was still good to hear her say it. "You just can't help yourself, Lopez."
"Urgh, Puck, seriously. I've just totally ran out of friends to chose from since all of them are pretty much Brittany's friends. You're half decent and you owe me. Otherwise, I'd scan that love letter you wrote me in high school and post it on Facebook." She joked, drawing out a shocked expression on his face.
"You would not." He playfully begged.
"I would so."
As expected, the Fabray-Berry household was full of Rachel's friends who share her passion for Broadway and the old Glee club members and some other friendship group Santana never bothered to know. It was as usual an organized, tame, relaxed party. She looked around the room, with Puck by her side doing his own room scan for a hot hook up tonight, searching for familiar faces. Mercedes and Sam were chatting with Artie, Tina and Mike around the living room and though she hesitated, she tugged Puck along with her to come and chat with their old Glee club members.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" she asks everyone; as they all shifted their gaze towards her and then her hand intertwined with Puck's. She quickly lets go of his hand when she understood what just happened.
"Hey Satan, we're doing alright, as usual Rachel is stressing; Quinn has been trying to calm her down since the party started." Mercedes laughed and so did the others. Santana managed a forced chuckle as her eyes seemingly searched for someone in particular.
"Looking for someone, Santana?" Mike asked.
"No, no. Well Quinn, I need to save her from the Berry wrath." She joked excusing herself from the group and leaving Puck to chat with them. They were all friendly enough to each other that small talks were not awkward anymore.
She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed herself a bottle of beer; she wasn't exactly feeling classy tonight despite the fact that she was wearing a black Hervé Léger cocktail dress that fit her perfectly; hugging her figure just right; and black high heels that accentuated her toned tanned legs. None of it felt good though. In the past she loved looking good beside Brittany because she knew they looked perfect together; they complement each other but tonight, Santana knew she was half the woman she used to be.
She searched all over the apartment for Quinn but subconsciously, she was hoping to bump into Brittany; to be in the same room as her and share the same air, however fucking sappy that must sound, she needed it bad. Finally, she gave up on searching for Quinn and went back to the group of friends she left earlier. Puck was nowhere in sight; that was usual; but there was an addition to the group. Her back was facing Santana; her long blonde hair was wavy tonight, and she wore a red fitted cocktail dress that looked like it was custom made to hug every perfect inch of her body. Santana felt herself stop breathing at the sight of the familiar figure. She hoped to God, none of her friends noticed the way she looked at her so longingly and well, hungrily, it put a blush to her face. Suddenly, she felt herself backing out; taking steps away from them; she can't be near her. It hurts too much; but before she could even make her way out of the living room, she heard her name being called out.
"Lopez, come over here." Quinn appeared out of nowhere and she stood beside Mercedes; waving the brunette to come over.
All eyes turned to her but she was only concerned with one pair that seemed to have locked gazes with her. She felt her skin burn under her scrutinizing gaze; she wanted to run away or hide but damn, it was too late and her feet have already made up their mind. She found herself stood next to her in the circle they created. She felt goose bumps as they ever so slightly brushed shoulders; her skin was as warm as Santana remembers; as soft as cotton. She tried not to think about her; about Brittany; who was standing so fucking close to her that she wanted to pass out. Everyone seemed to be observing her in silence so she quickly broke the awkwardness.
"Q, I've been looking for you, everywhere. I thought you'd been whipped by the Berry monster—Oh wait you have." She joked, trying to ease up the atmosphere, luckily it worked as everyone laughed, and she swore she even heard her laugh.
"Well, I'm glad to see you've made it. Even with much hesitance in the beginning." Quinn replied sarcastically.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." She shot back, even more sarcastically; taking a sip from her bottle.
The conversation with the whole group went alright, actually. She smiled and laughed at their jokes, their embarrassing stories and she hates to admit it but the Glee club kids are her friends. Even though they don't see each other much, the dynamics of the group was still there. However, for the rest of the conversation, she was afraid to turn to her left where she knew Brittany was standing, chatting to Tina and Artie. She could hear her infectious laugh ringing in her ears; her hilarious random comments made Santana smile inwardly. It also doesn't help that Brittany is wearing her favourite perfume; one that the Latina bought for her. With this in mind, she excused herself from the circle and headed towards the kitchen which tonight was apparently the bar, she grabbed another drink, this time a Jack and Coke, the stronger the better, she thought. She took a sip, appreciating the burning sensation down her throat due to the strong Jack to Coke ratio. Her eyes closed for a second trying to calm herself down; she needed to calm down if she wanted to stay at this party longer without publicly breaking down and pleading Brittany to come back to her.
"Hi." She heard a familiar voice behind her, causing her to jump in her state of relaxation. It made her freeze a little bit and the sound of her voice being so close to her was not helping her focus on calming down.
Slowly, she turned around to face the figure behind her; and surely, there she stood looking imperial and beautiful; simply stunning. "Hey", it was all she could utter for this moment, at least.
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