I'll Defend You If You'll Defend Me?
9
Summary: Becky Jackson is trying to survive high school the best that she can. While Santana Lopez is struggling to accept herself and be proud of the person she has become. Can these two people become friends and help each other succeed?
Pairings: Santana Lopez and Becky Jackson. Other pairings: Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez. Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez. Quinn Fabray and Brittany Pierce. Also other characters have small parts.
It's important to note, that I do not have Down syndrome, but I am "different". I know what it feels like to feel unworthy at time and like no matter what I try to do it's useless.
I hope you enjoy!
~ Rachel ~
After an amazing five minute, make out session in front of Santana's door we parted ways.
"When will I see you again?" she whined.
"What are you doing tomorrow," I asked hopeful.
"I was going to text Becky to see if she wanted to go to lunch. Then nothing. How about you, me, Becky, Brittany, and Quinn all hang out here tomorrow afternoon? We'll use doing homework as the excuse."
"I'm in," I said and kissed her cheek.
"I'll send out a text before I go to sleep," she said and kissed my cheek in return. We held hands until the last possible moment.
"Good night, baby, thank you again for an awesome night," she said.
"Good night, gorgeous, you're welcome. We need to do that again really soon," I said as I blew her a kiss and got into my car. She watched me as I drove away. I waved and she waved back.
I got home at around 12:15 because I drove twenty-five miles per hour in a fifty mile an hour zone. Any driver that honked their horn could have easily passed me. And they did. I was totally in a trance. I replayed our night over and over again in my head. It was flawless. It was magical…It was her.
Once I got home, I walked quietly into the house, shut off all of the remaining lights that were on, and then walked into hallway and upstairs to my room. I tried to unwind, but I was having immense trouble. So I did the one thing that came natural to me.
TO SANTANA: Can u sleep? I'm too wound up to close my eyes. Tell me you're mine forever too?
I sent it and got comfortable under my blankets in bed.
Within five minutes my phone chirped and I picked it up.
TO RACHEL: I'll be yours forever…and a day. Sleep well, my love. See you tomorrow… 3
I gasped at her response because I wasn't expecting it and it made me beyond happy. She made me beyond happy.
With that I closed my eyes.
~ Becky ~
The next morning around 11:30, I got a text from Santana.
TO BECKY: Yo Jackson, you hungry?
TO SANTANA: Yeah, you could say that!
TO BECKY: well look out your window!
Look out my window? I thought.
I looked out and saw Santana standing beside her car. She saw me and honked her horn. And then I noticed her look down at her phone.
It must be Rachel… I thought.
My phone sounded.
TO BECKY: Hi!
She looked up and waved.
TO SANTANA: hi.
I waved back.
TO BECKY: this is fun, but are you going to come outside? If u r bring, ur back pack. We all are having a homework party at my house after u treat me 2 the diner. Sounds good?
I grabbed my bag and then text, "TO SANTANA: brt."
I came barreling down the stairs and into the kitchen where my parents were talking.
"Hey Mom and Dad…I'm going out with Santana and then to her house to do homework with the girls. Is that okay?" I interrupted with a smile.
"Sure, honey," my Dad said.
"Um, who else will be there?" my Mom asked.
"Um, Santana, Rachel, and then I guess Brittany and Quinn…why?" I asked.
My father knew where this was going. He gave her a stern look so my Mom said, "Um, okay. Not too late, huh?"
"It's a school night, I know," I said and began to walk away, "Hey Dad…could you please walk me to the door?"
"Sure honey," he said as he got up from his seat and followed behind me.
"What's up with Mom?"
"Um, she's just looking out for you. She's not so sure about your new friends."
"I am sure, though. I know they'd never do anything to hurt me, especially Santana," I said strongly, but felt confused.
"Oh, I know that!"
"But Mom doesn't. How can I make it better?" I asked genuinely.
"Oh honey, that's not your job," he said with a small smile.
"But is she going to be hesitant every time I ask to go out? That's not fair to me," I defended myself.
"No, you're right. Do you mind if I walked out with you to talk to Santana," he asked.
"Sure. She probably thinks I got lost," I said and laughed.
As soon as we started to open the door, we saw Santana standing there.
"Oh hey, I was just about to knock," Santana said, "Everything cool?"
"Yes, Santana, I wanted to talk to you if you have a minute," my Dad asked.
Santana threw her keys in my direction. I caught them with one hand. "Don't drive away please!"
"Sweet," I said as I began to run, "Bye, Dad." I called back.
"Bye! Have fun!" he yelled.
~ Santana ~
"Mr. Jackson, is everything okay?" I said after he closed the door.
"Santana, my wife…and I have some concerns about Becky hanging out with you…no that's a lie…it's totally my wife. I trust my daughter's judgment and I know that if you weren't a good person you wouldn't be here right now," he said.
"Oh, thank you. Your daughter is pretty awesome," I said and smiled, "I'm willing to do anything to make Mrs. Jackson feel comfortable with your daughter hanging out with my, no wait, our friends. What do you suggest?"
"How about you come over for dinner on Tuesday night with your girlfriend, Rachel," he asked, "Is that okay?"
"Sure it's fine with me. I'll see if it's alright with Rachel and you'll know when I drop Becky off later tonight," I said and smiled.
Just then Becky honked my horn. "That's awesome!" she yelled.
Little did we know, but Becky had gotten into the driver's seat and pretended to be driving.
"Get off the phone," she yelled to a car that was passing her on the left.
We both chuckled.
"Well, I better go before your daughter empties my gas tank. I look forward to seeing you on Tuesday night," I said and extended my hand.
He shook it and said, "If you could have her back before nine tonight, I'd appreciate it."
"Most definitely, sir. It's a school night after all," I said.
"I knew I liked you," he said and smiled.
Then I turned around and walked away from Becky's Dad and yelled, "Okay, Mario Andretti, slide over!"
~ Becky ~
"Can I drive?"
"You want to drive my convertible…"
I nodded and gave her my best doe face expression.
"Girl, you're trippin! Slide over," she said, got into her car, and then added, "Nice try though."
I laughed.
"So guess who's coming to dinner on Tuesday night?"
"The Queen of England?" I guessed with a smile.
"Unless the Queen is now a Latina with a rockin' bod, then no," she said as she did the Queen's wave.
"Coach Sylvester? Does she even eat anything that's not human?" I asked totally seriously.
"Geez, I don't know. Anyhoo, your Dad asked me and Rachel to dinner this Tuesday night. He told me that your Mom has 'some concerns'…" she said and put air quotes around the phrase.
She started to drive away.
"Oh, geez, I'm sorry. She's acting kinda strangely even for her," I said and scratched my head.
"No worries, Becky, should we be nervous?"
"I hope not," is all I could say and then we changed the subject.
We got to the diner, sat down, and ordered. Our food arrived quickly and we started to eat.
"So how was it?" I asked totally intrigued.
"It was…it was…magical," she said and drifted off into space.
"Santana…SANTANA!" I yelled as I threw a French fry at her. She wasn't totally out of it because she caught it with one hand and popped it into her mouth.
I blinked in amazement.
She just looked at me and smiled.
"So it was good?" I asked as I fished for more details.
"The French fry?"
"No, not the fry!" I yelled exasperated.
"Yes, Becky, it was beyond wonderful," she said and smiled.
"Did you two get your mack on?" I asked.
"Excuse me, our mack, what in the world is that, Miss," she imitated an English person.
"You know," I said as I closed my hands. I folded my hands to show two heads kissing. Then I moved my hands side to side. "Oh, Rachel…mwah…oh Santana…mwah!" I imitated.
She stood up from her side of the booth and applauded my efforts. "Very nice…very nice!"
Then she sat down, and said, "Young Rebecca Jackson, you know a lady never kisses and tells…" she said while her head bobbed up and down in a "yes" motion.
"Holla! And you know if Puck, err, Noah, ever really kissed me I'd tell the world…no I'd tell JewFro and he'd tell the world. By the way, have you heard anything from him?"
"Nope. I guess he figured that dumbass Hudson took his job away," I said and got angry for a split second.
"Oh, I'm sorry for bringing it up…"
"Don't worry…I feel like it helped us get closer, in a sick and awful way, you know. We are now 'forced' together…"
"Santana, I don't think Rachel sees it that way at all," I said honestly.
"Oh, no, I know that. I just meant that he and his stupid ass pushed us together faster than we would have gotten together if he hadn't. Either way, we are together. Happily together, by the way," she said and smiled.
I smiled brightly.
"And while we are talkin' people we like, how goes it with Puck?"
"Um, at a standstill," I answered honestly, "Little Miss Dummy, never got his phone number. Can you believe that?"
"A.) You're not dumb. And B.) He's the moron for not giving it you. Do you want it?" she said, but grabbed my phone from off the table and punched his number into my Contacts list. "Problem solved…Text him!"
Taking a deep breath I started a new text.
TO NOAH: Hi. It's Becky Jackson…hope u're havin' a nice day. See you 2morrow.
I looked up at her for encouragement.
"Send it! Send it!" she chanted so that's what I did.
~ Puck ~
I was in the middle of beating my little brother in Mortal Combat when my phone buzzed.
"Hit pause," I demanded.
He did because I scared him!
I opened my phone to find a number that I didn't recognize. I was going to delete it, but then I decided to open it.
"Sweet it's Becky!" I replied quickly. I texted back.
TO BECKY: Hello, pretty lady. How r u 2day? What cha up to?
~ Becky ~
I had just drunk some soda when my phone buzzed. The sound made me spit my soda all over Santana.
"Geez, Becky, I just showered!" she laughed.
"I'm so sorry, Santana, here," I said as I pulled ten thousand napkins out of the dispenser.
"I'll towel off, but now you gots to tell me what he said," she reasoned.
I nervously opened the phone and read his message.
"He called me 'pretty lady' he wants to know what I'm doing today…what should I say?"
"Tell him you're with me at the diner and we're all hanging out at mine if he wants to drop by before nine though cuz I need to get you home," she said.
I feverishly typed a reply and then hit send.
In a few minutes, my phone buzzed and I nervously picked it up.
"O-M-G! He's gonna 'make an appearance' later. Should I tell him to bring his homework? Does Puck study at all?"
"I haven't the foggiest," she said, "finish the text and then we'll scoot. I'm going to text the rest of them."
While Santana sent her text, I replied to mine.
TO NOAH: bring your homework. That's the excuse to get past Mrs. L. see you later…
As I fished out money to pay for lunch, my phone beeped again. I opened it and laughed to myself.
TO BECKY: True dat. Laters.
~ Santana ~
Becky and I arrived home from the diner to find my Mom chatting with none other than my Rachel.
"Rachel!" I yelled and jumped up and down like a little girl.
I then opened my arms and she ran into them and I hugged her tightly.
"Geez, guys, it's just been less than ten hours or so," Becky joked. She had moved out of my way and next to my Mom. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Mom and Becky high five each other.
"Hey, c'mon. She's my girl. Of course I missed her terribly," I said as a way to defend us.
She kissed my cheek.
We broke the embrace and turned to my Mom. "Oh, the Jacksons invited me and Rachel over for dinner on Tuesday night."
"They did?" Both Rachel and my Mom asked in unison.
"Yes, I talked with Becky's Dad and found out that her Mom has 'some concerns'…"
"Oh," my Mom said kind of accusingly, "What did you do?"
"She didn't do anything, Mrs. Lopez," Becky interjected for me, "In fact she helped my Mom out by picking me up for school that one day. My Mom is being weird."
"Are you available," I asked and looked at Rachel.
"Um, yeah, I believe so," Rachel said and smiled.
"Great. I'll tell my Dad you're Vegan," Becky said and looked up at Rachel.
"Ok, we're going upstairs to do homework. Could you let Quinn, Brittany, and Puck in when they get here?" I asked my Mom.
"Sir, yes, sir," my Mom yelled and saluted me, "Wait did you say Puck?"
"It's only fair, I have my eye candy right here," I joked as I pulled Rachel to my side, "Becky needs hers!"
"Charming, Santana, charming," my Mom said sarcastically.
"She sure knows how to make a girl feel special," Rachel joked.
I feigned hurt.
"Santana, I'm kidding!"
"I know that baby. Come on all," I said as I twirled around with Rachel right by my side and Becky behind us.
Life was good.
~ Becky ~
As soon as the three of us were in Santana's bedroom she shut the door.
"Do you mind if I give my girlfriend a proper hello?" she asked me.
"By all means," I replied and smiled.
~ Rachel ~
As soon as Becky finished the last syllable to her response, Santana cupped my face in her hands, much like last night, and pulled me into a tender kiss. We fought back and forth for control of the kiss, but no one actually won. She kissed for a good few minutes.
Once we finally and begrudgingly broke the kiss we heard Becky say…
~ Becky ~
"That was graphic!" She smiled widely.
Then Santana went to Rachel's side and grabbed her hand. I stood up and applauded them. Rachel curtsied dramatically and Santana bowed.
"Bravo! Bravo! Encore!" I yelled.
"Don't tempt us," Rachel replied happily.
"Good one baby," Santana praised her.
~ Quinn ~
Mrs. Lopez had let us in and we ran to Santana's room. Just outside the door, we heard clapping.
Brittany pushed the door open and we saw Rachel and Santana bowing in front of Becky.
"What did we miss?" I asked.
"Our, um, fifth kiss," Santana said and Rachel nodded her head.
"Oh, boy, you're numbering them?" I said jokingly.
Brittany walked over to Becky and gave her a hug. "Hi, Becky!"
"Hi, Brittany," she said happily.
"Ok, we're just waitin' for one more person to come," Santana said.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Well Miss Becky over there has a study date of her own. One Mister Noah Puckerman!"
Brittany and I looked Becky with weird expressions plastered on our faces.
"Really?" Brittany asked with a smile.
"Yes, Noah and I went out with Rachel and Santana on a double date on Friday night. That's the only way my parents would let me go," Becky said, "He was the perfect gentleman."
"Puck?" I asked and scratched my head.
"I know, right," Becky said and laughed, "He was charming. We held hands. He kissed my cheek…"
"Well, I'll be damned!" I said and quickly covered my mouth because of the curse word that slipped out.
"No shit!" Becky said and opened her textbook like everything was normal.
"Hey, what your mouths in here. This is a 'cursing free' zone," Santana said, "Geez, I can't believe I said that with a straight face!" Then we all burst out in laughter.
~ Puck ~
Ten minutes into doing our homework we heard a knock on the door.
"Is everyone decent?" Puck asked as he poked his head into the room from behind the door.
"Yes, Puckerman, come on in," Santana yelled.
"Hello, one, hello all, what's going on?" he asked.
I darted from the door, past the sneakered feet and the pens that were being tapped against the carpet, over to where Becky was sitting. I made my own little space right next to her. I dropped my bag, and leaned sideways to kiss her cheek.
"Whoa!" she said after I did it.
""What?" I asked with a smile, "I wanted to give you a proper hello. Oh by the way, right down your schedule and locker number for me in case I wanna walk you to a class or two."
She smiled, looked over at Santana who winked at her, and then immediately wrote her schedule down.
"So ladies, I come bearing nourishments!" I said as I emptied the contents of my backpack onto Santana's floor. Sodas. Cookies. Something Vegan-ish for Rachel. Candy. The last thing that fell out was my digital camera and cord for downloading pictures.
"Wanky!" Santana said as she picked up the camera, "But, why?"
"Um, to take pics…" I said.
Then I scratched my head, looked around, and asked aloud, "How did I get so lucky to be surrounded by beautiful girls?"
"It's a gift," Brittany said as she looked up from her book. "Ugh I hate Math but thank God I'm done!"
"Tell me about it," Becky agreed as she threw down her pen.
Seeing that pretty much all of us were done with our homework we ripped open the snacks and drank almost all the drinks I brought.
"Bahrp!" Becky let one rip. I whipped my head in her direction and blinked my eyes in shock. She covered her mouth immediately and apologized, "It just came out."
"Be proud of it, Jackson," I encouraged. She smiled at me.
"Ok, ok, time for a little fun," Santana announced. She grabbed the camera and took it out of its case.
"Who's first?" she asked.
I shot my hand up first and said, "I wanna a photo with Becky!" I looked at her and she blushed.
She scooted closer to me. I threw an arm around her shoulder and she put her head on my chest. We both smiled for the camera. Santana snapped the picture.
Click!
She tapped me on my thigh and said, "Thanks." I smiled at her.
"I want one with me and Santana," Rachel announced proudly.
"Oh shit, we never asked. How'd the date go? Ooh, pretty flowers by the way," Brittany remembered.
"We'll tell you later," Santana said.
As Santana was talking Rachel had gotten up from her seat and pulled Santana up. Then Rachel pulled her in front of the flowers. Santana handed the camera to Quinn.
"Quinn, make sure that you zoom in on our faces and the flowers," Rachel instructed.
"Sure," she replied. Once everyone and everything was ready, Quinn snapped the picture.
Click!
"Now one with the 'Unholy Trinity'!" Becky suggested.
Brittany stood in the middle and Quinn and Santana were on either side. They did the "Charlie's Angels" pose. They all smiled when Rachel counted, "1…2…3…!"
Click!
Rachel sat back down to watch all of the fun times.
"Now me and Becky," Santana said happily and extended her hand to Becky. She grabbed it and was pulled to Santana. She and Santana hugged tightly and looked sideways into the camera. I snapped that shot.
Click!
"Now it's Quinn and Britt's turn," Santana said. Hearing the news made Brittany jump up and down. She excitedly ran to Quinn and scooped her up like honeymoon style. Santana quickly snapped the photo before Quinn said anything. They were both all smiles.
Click!
"Now Quinn and Rachel?" Becky suggested.
"Um, I don't think Quinn…"Rachel started, but then Quinn surprised her by pulling her up and onto her feet.
"Sure, why not," Quinn said and smiled. It was a very awkward, but nice photo.
Click!
"Ok, two more," Santana said, "Me and Britt!"
Again Brittany jumped up and down.
Santana had an idea. "Rachel, would it be okay with you if I tried to pick Britt up like she did to Quinn?"
"Of course, San. I appreciate you asking, but you didn't need to. She's your best friend and I totally understand your relationship. Go for it! Don't hurt yourself. Need you in good condition for later," Rachel confided and winked.
I saw Santana get excited and I knew exactly what Rachel meant.
Then Santana scooped Britt into her arms. I quickly took the picture.
Click!
"Ok, I have an idea for the last one," Becky volunteered, "But San can you call your Mom up here?"
~ Santana ~
I ran into the hallway, leaned over the banister, and yelled, "Hey Mom, could you come up here for a few minutes?"
"Be right there," her Mom yelled back.
"Ok, Jackson, what's the idea?" Quinn asked as I came back into my room.
"Ok, Noah, stand up and lie on Santana's bed across it with your head hanging over the mattress…Also can you put your hand behind your head like you're posing," she instructed and Puck obeyed her every instruction.
He's so whipped! I thought and smiled.
"Wanky!" I blurted out.
They all stared at me and smiled.
"No Santana, not exactly where I was going," Becky said.
I motioned with my hand for her to continue because I was speechless from embarrassment.
"Ok, Noah, closer to the edge…closer…a little more…okay, stop!"
He stopped inches away from the end of the mattress.
"Ok, Britt and Quinn, go by his feet…Santana stand behind his waist area, Rachel, by his shoulders, and I have his head," she finished.
"Are we going to do what I think we're going to do?" Quinn asked apprehensively.
"If you think that we're going to pick him up from the bed to have Mrs. Lopez take the photo, then yup."
"Oh great," Quinn joked.
Luckily my bed was across the room from the door so we didn't have to turn him around to face it.
By then Mom came up and asked, "What's going on?"
"We want you to take our picture, if you could," Becky asked.
"Of course," my Mom said with a smile and found the camera on the table. She picked it up and got ready.
"Ok, ladies, on three…1…2…2 ½…3!"
Brittany and Quinn, on one end, and Becky on the other end, lifted him off the mattress while me and Rachel moved behind them all to our spots. We moved Puck slightly away from the bed rather easily. We held him there for a few seconds. We even managed to smile brightly at the camera.
Click!
Mom looked at the photo she had just taken and said, "That's hilarious. Lemme take another…"
"Quickly," I said because I was getting weak.
Click!
And with that we moved back to my bed and let go of Puck. We all burst out in laughter.
"Pizza's on the way," my Mom announced after she put the camera down.
Once it arrived, we devoured it like we hadn't seen food in like a year. While we ate, we downloaded the pictures and e-mailed them to everybody.
~ Puck ~
I got a great idea.
"I have an idea!" I said with a piece of pizza hanging from my lip.
Becky saw it and thought nothing of it as she wiped it off my face.
"Thank you, Becky!" I said.
She realized what she just did and blushed.
"Anyway, let's play a game! Who's down?"
"I am," Brittany said excitedly.
"I'll play along," Quinn chimed in.
"Great. Santana? Rachel? Becky?"
"Eh, what the heck!" Becky said with a smile.
"In!" Rachel said after some thought.
"I'm down for dat!" Santana said.
"Ok, who wants to play "'Truth or Dare?'" I asked hesitantly.
"I'm in," Becky jumped at the chance. We all nodded.
"Oh can I go? I got one," Brittany asked. We all nodded.
This should be good! I thought.
"Ok," she started and then looked at Quinn, "Quinn, 'Truth or Dare'?"
"Uh, um, I don't know, Britt! Um, truth, I guess."
Brittany looked sad for a second. "Oh, have you ever thought of kissing another girl?"
"Honestly," Quinn said as she looked around the room, "Yes, I have!"
Brittany's happy expression came back. "Puck, can I ask a follow up?"
Santana and I looked at each other and suspected something big that Brittany needed to see. "Sure, Britt!" I said after a second.
"Um, Quinn, anyone in this room?" she asked and to me, she sounded hopeful.
Quinn ducked her head and then whispered, "Yes."
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," I questioned her.
"Yes!" Quinn said in a stronger voice.
Brittany's smile immediately grew wider. "Ok, I'm good for now…Quinn, you're up!"
"Okay, Becky," Quinn started.
Becky sat up straight and looked directly into her eyes.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Da…Truth!" Becky hesitated.
"Why him?" Quinn said and pointed at me.
"Noah? I don't know….He intrigues me. He accepts me without question. He is kind to me. I believe that if the opportunity ever showed itself, that he'd show me off to his football friends. I've always wanted to play strip Poker with him. I know I'd win!"
I scoffed and smiled at her.
"Underneath that macho persona lies a genuinely nice guy that I want to get to know. So Quinn, that's 'why him'!" Becky finished her statement.
I looked over at Santana and she looked over at me. She mouthed, "Don't fuck this up!"
"I won't, I promise," I mouthed back to her.
"Ok, ladies and Puck, I gots one," Santana started, "Britt, 'Truth or Dare'?"
"Um, Dare," she replied.
"OOhhhh!" the crowd yelled.
"Ok, I dare you to kiss Quinn!" Santana said proudly. "Not on the cheek!"
We all knew Brittany never backed down from a challenge. She got up from her seat and walked over to Quinn. She knelt down besides her. Quinn was looking straight ahead so Brittany tried to turn Quinn's head which Quinn let her do easily. Then Brittany took Quinn's cheeks in her hands. As their heads moved closer and closer, Quinn's breath hitched. I knew they both were going to get it on. Only a few inches separated them, Brittany closed the gap and they kissed. It was a semi-quick one, but Britt had Quinn gasping for air when she released her lips. Quinn blushed immediately and excused herself as she ran out into the hallway.
~ Quinn ~
Did that really just really happen? I'm gonna kill Santana! Am I? Did I like it? I thought.
Then a hand lightly touched my back and I spun around.
"Oh, Britt. You scared me. I was thinkin'!"
"About what?" she asked shyly.
"About if the Spice Girls are ever getting back together…" I said way too sarcastically. I just had to looked at her to I know I made a mistake.
She looked confused. "Oh, are they?"
"I guess…I don't know. I wasn't thinking about that…I was thinking about the kiss we shared."
"San dared me…" she said matter of fact.
"Oh, so if she hadn't dared you, would you still have kissed me?"
"Yes!" she said positively.
"Oh," I said and looked down at the carpet.
She picked my chin up with her hand and looked me in the eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
I looked into her clear blue eyes and sighed.
Damn those eyes! I thought.
"No, not mad at you…"
"At San?"
"Little bit," I replied.
"Why?"
"She shouldn't have dared you to do it," I said roughly.
"Why not?"
"Because it was something that should have come naturally," I reasoned with sincerity I didn't know was there.
"But Quinn, what would happen if it didn't come naturally?"
Oh crap, she got ya! I thought.
"Uh, I'm not sure, Britt!" I laughed.
"Don't be mad at San, she wanted to help."
"Ok," I succumbed.
"By the way, we're totally doing it again when you drop me off later," she seductively whispered into my ear. Then she walked back into Santana's room and left me flabbergasted.
~ Rachel ~
I had noticed the reappearance of Quinn and Brittany and the fact that Brittany opted to return to her seat next to Quinn and not to her original seat. I even noticed the pinky holding between the two, but I thought it'd be in my best interest not to mention it.
"So I have one now," Becky asked after Santana whispered something into her ear. She nodded her head in understanding.
"Rachel, 'Truth or Dare'?" Becky asked.
"Truth…"
"OK, I think you know why Santana chose you, but why are you choosing her?" she said with a smile.
"Well, Santana," I started and turned to look directly into Santana's eyes and continued, "you make me feel safe from anything that might come to harm me and you've proven this…You make me the happiest I've ever felt. Your love is so very powerful. It could move mountains if it had to. When I'm with you, you make me feel like there's no one else alive which is a great feeling. You just, as cliché as it sounds, complete me!"
Santana blew me a kiss and I caught it.
~ Santana ~
By that time I noticed it was now 8:25pm, I said, "Hey. Becky, do you want to go?"
"Yeah, I guess I have to…I had an amazing time with all of you. I hope we can do this again," Becky said to us all.
"You're one of us now, kid! You have five people in your corner. Anything you need you can definitely call on any of us," Quinn said and got up to hug Becky. Then Brittany did, and then Rachel.
"No hug, Noah," Becky asked as she waited for him to get up and hug her. She looked sad.
"I'll give you one when we drop you off, sound okay?" he asked.
"You wanna come with us to drop me off," Becky repeated to make sure she understood.
"Absolutely," he said as he gathered his things, "I'll ride back with San to get my car. I'd take you myself, but I'm thinking it's best to let Santana drive you back for your parents' sake."
"Yea, I guess so," she said.
"Let's go then," I said, but before I moved, I pointed at Rachel, "If they go you stay, okay?"
She just nodded her head.
We went downstairs and Becky said bye to my Mom.
"Good-bye Mrs. Lopez thanks for dinner," she said with a wide grin.
"You're welcome. It's Maribel, remember," my Mom replied.
"Oh, that's right. Hope to see you again soon, Maribel," Becky said.
"You can count on it!" she said with a wave.
Once we were outside, Puck and Becky walked ahead of me and suddenly I happily felt like a third wheel.
Puck opened Becky's door for her, shut it, and went around to the other side. He got in. They sat in the back seat like it was a limo service.
"Becky's home, James!" Puck announced and Becky giggled.
"Bite me, Puckerman!" I said as I revved my car and took off.
"You have fun?" I asked.
"I had a ball," Puck said quickly.
"Not you, I meant Becky," I yelled and chuckled.
"Haha! Yes, I did…"
"Hey, Becky," Puck started.
"Yes, Noah?" she answered.
"Quinn's right, ya know, you now have five people who got your back and who care about you…" he said.
"I know…wait…you care too?" Becky looked up at him.
"Of course, I care a lot," he said sincerely and grabbed her hand. I smiled as I witnessed this as I looked in the rearview mirror.
They rode like that rest of the way to Becky's. Once we were there, Puck got out and ran to the other side of the car.
"While he's doing that, tell your Dad that we'll be over your house on Tuesday night after Cheerios practice. I'll have Rachel hang out and I'll change in the locker room. Then we'll drive you home, okay?" I said as she hung over the front car seat.
"Cool," she said before she kissed my cheek, "Thanks, San! I had a ball. See you tomorrow."
"Bye babe!"
Puck and Becky walked up to her doorstep and he leaned down to kiss her on her cheek. "I'll find you tomorrow morning at your locker and walk with you to your first class. Okay?"
"Sure…See you tomorrow, Puck!" Becky said as she walked into her house and shut the door.
Puck came back to the car, got in, and said, "I have a crush."
It was then that I truly knew that Noah "Puck" Puckerman was being truthful and that made him a great guy!