It had been a week since winning the Sectional's and everything now was concentrating on the Regional's. The letter still had come to Mr Schuester to inform him what the genre was and who they would be up against. The school musical was weeks away and all of the students were prepared for it, all of them except Puck who's mind wasn't on anything other than jealousy, jealousy of how close Santana and Sebastian were together, jealous of the connection they had, jealous of that Sebastian knew his girlfriend more than he did, jealous of the thought of them actually having been in a relationship over the summer. He was raged with jealousy that he'd forgotten to be a good boyfriend, he'd forgotten that it was Valentine's day even though the school had been covered in everything Valentine's.
The halls of the school were decorated with love hearts, banner's with fancy writing spelling 'Happy Valentine's Day'. Couple's were walking down the hallway with their hands interlocked holding heart shaped cards in their hands and with gigantic smiles displayed across their faces, smiles that reached from ear to ear. Yet Puck still hadn't remembered that it was Valentine's Day, the jealousy had consumed him and the thought of his girlfriend being in the arms of another guy killed him. Puck had never been with somebody before without cheating on them, he had really fell for Santana, and now he knew how all of the girls that he'd cheated on felt, even though Santana hadn't cheated on him, she wouldn't allow herself too even though she's been in many situations where she could have, especially with Sebastian lurking around, there was still every chance that she could stray away with him.
Puck stood at his locker with his mind wandering in the clouds. Santana bounced down the hallway with a smile on her face, she'd never celebrated Valentine's Day with anybody before as she too wasn't the type of person who would settle down with anybody, but this year she had a boyfriend on Valentine's day, but what she didn't know was that it wasn't going to be all as hyped up as it was supposed to be, especially with a boyfriend who'd forgotten all about it. Santana finally reached up to him and tapped him on the shoulder which caused him to snap out of his thought, he jumped slightly and turned to face her with slightly widened eyes.
"Hey," she asked with concern with an awkward smile on her face, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he lied, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because for one," she stated, "You've just jolted when I tapped with your shoulder, which I know that you don't usually do because you, Noah Puckerman, aren't afraid of anybody."
"I was just lost in my thoughts," he told her before looking back into his locker.
"You?" She asked with confusion, "Having thoughts? I've never heard that one before. I didn't think that it was even possible."
"What do you want, Santana?" He asked her harshly without looking at her.
"I wanted exchange gifts," she informed him which caused him to turn to face her with a hooked eyebrow with confusion, "You know," she added, "With it being Valentine's Day. That's what couple's tend to do when it's Valentine's Day."
"It's Valentine's Day?" He asked with widened eyes and raised eyebrows.
"Please don't tell me that you've forgotten Valentine's Day?" She asked him angrily which caused his eyes to wander with worry as his eyes searched around the hallway at all of the romantic signs all over the walls, the Valentine's Day banners, and couples with massive grins on their faces. "Because," she added angrily, "If you've forgotten Valentine's Day then you're the worst boyfriend in the world."
"I'm so sorry," he apologised as his eyes wandered back to face her, "I honestly forgot about it all. I'm not used to having a girlfriend on Valentine's Day."
"You're a dick," she growled, "Noah Puckerman." She pushed him in the chest angrily which caused him to stumble backwards slightly, she flashed a glare at him before she turned on her heels and stomped down the hallway, she noticed loved up couples walking towards her so she stepped between two of them and pushed them a part causing them to fall into the lockers at the side of them as they faced each other on opposite sides of the hallway. Santana growled at them both before she stomped back down the hallway doing the same to other students who got in her way. The loved up couple watched Santana with horror as she made her way down the hallway which then caused them to look back at one another with horror in their eyes. Noticing this all, Puck sighed and slapped his hand over his eyes, he shook his head and groaned.
"You're such an idiot," he muttered to himself.
Later that day, still pissed at him, Santana walked towards her locker glaring at all of the loved up students who made their way down the hallways with their hands interlocked with one another with their grins stretching from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes before turning to her locker, she punched in her locker combination and pulled open her locker door when a piece of paper slipped out of the door and fell down to the floor. She leant down to pick up the folded piece of paper, returning back to a standing position she unfolded the piece of paper and read the writing.
'Meet me in the choir room'.
The words on the piece of paper made her smile. She folded the piece of paper up and slammed her locker door shut before turning on her heels and heading down towards the choir room, her grin stretching from ear to ear as she bounced happily towards the choir room, as she walked through the choir room door her smile soon faded when she saw Sebastian standing there with his hands behind his back.
"What are you doing here?" She questioned him with her eyebrows knitted together with confusion.
"The same reason why you're here," he informed her, "Because I asked you to meet me here."
"That was you?" She asked him with shock.
"Ah," he realised, "You thought that the letter was from your boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah," she agreed, "I thought that he was pretending that he forgot all about Valentine's Day and was gonna make it up to me here."
"How did you think that it was him?" He frowned, "The guy has child handwriting."
"I just thought that it was him," she sighed and looked down at the ground, she shook her head with frustration, "I'm so stupid."
"The guy didn't get you anything for Valentine's Day?" He asked with raised eyebrows, "Wow, what a loser."
"He's not a loser," she scowled.
"Well," he shrugged, "He obviously is if he can't remember Valentine's Day. Usually you don't remember it when you don't have a girlfriend/boyfriend or you've been dating for years and you're a married couple, not when you haven't been dating for a year."
"Leave him alone," she growled, "The guy has a lot of things on his mind at the moment."
"Sure," he short laughed sarcastically, "I find that hard to believe."
"Did you just bring me here to make fun of my boyfriend," she hissed, "Or did you bring me here for a reason because I can leave any time that I want."
"Then why don't you?" He questioned her.
"Because you obviously wanted me here for reason," she replied, "So, spill."
He took a few slow steps towards her still with his hands behind his back, Santana looked him up and down becoming nervous of him, her breathing increasing but her face still staying straight, acting as if his presence wasn't making her nervous or anxious, with a step between them he stopped. He pulled one hand from behind his back and reached down for hers, taking her hand in his, he turned his body and stepped to the side of her and lead her towards the seats at the back of the classroom. Santana spun around and sat down on the seats with her gaze never leaving his. He released her hand and took a step back with his eyes still locked on hers.
"Even though we're not together," he told her, "A girl still needs to made special on Valentine's Day."
If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see
I'll be the light to guide you
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need
You can count on me like one, two, three, I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two, and you'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do,
oh yeah
oooooh oooooh
ohh yeah ,yeah
If you're tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Every day I will remind you
oh oh oh
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need
You can count on me like one, two, three, I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two, and you'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do
oh yeah
oooh oooh
yeah yeah
You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go, never say goodbye
You know you can count on me like one, two, three, I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two, and you'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do
oh yeah
oooooh ooooooh
You can count on me 'cause I can count on you...
He took a step towards her and pulled his hand from behind his back revealing a single white rose. "Happy Valentine's Day, Santana," he smiled.
She reached for the white rose and looked at it in her hands. "A white rose?" She asked him as she carried on looking at it with shock.
"You always hated red roses," he told her, "You told me that you preferred white roses because they were different and unique. Everybody gets a bunch of red roses and you said you would rather have a white rose because it would mean that you were something special."
She lifted her gaze up from the white rose and made eye contact with him, "You remembered all of that?" She asked him with shock.
"I told you," he shrugged, "I'm a good listener and I listened to everything you told me."
"I-I-I," she stuttered with shock, "I can't believe that you remembered that." She paused and allowed her eyes to wander around the room before returning her gaze back to him, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he nodded.
"But I can't accept it," she told him with her gaze turning away from him. She stood up and walked towards him, handing the rose towards him before making her way towards the door.
"Why not?" He frowned, "Is it because of him?"
"You know that it is," she told him with her back to him.
"Well," he told her, "He's not much of a boyfriend if he doesn't remember Valentine's Day."
"He has a lot on his mind," she replied.
"Stop defending him," he told her, "The guy is a loser. He can't even remember Valentine's Day when he has a constant reminder when every place in town is covered with Valentine's stuff, the whole school is filled with reminders of Valentine's stuff, so don't defend him. He's an idiot and you deserve better."
"Thank you for the rose, Sebastian," she said to him, "But I have a boyfriend and that's it." With that she shook her head and stepped out of the room to find that they weren't alone. Standing at the side of the door was Rachel Berry with her arms folded across her chest. With Sebastian not knowing this, he turned around quickly and kicked the air with frustration, he also groaned with frustration before leaving through the door to the left of the piano and making his way down the hallway.
"How long have you been standing there?" Santana asked Rachel with a hint of anger in her voice.
"Long enough to hear everything," Rachel replied, "I can't believe that you just did that."
"I just did that?" She responded with raised eyebrows and pointing to her chest, "How dare you say that to me."
"The guy cares about you, Santana," she told her, "And he's right, Puck is a loser if he's forgotten about Valentine's Day."
"And what would you know about stuff like that?" She asked her harshly.
"For one," Rachel growled, "I have a boyfriend and Finn didn't forget about Valentine's Day. He actually bought me something for Valentine's Day this year. He's showered me with gifts and love."
"Rub it in," she spat, "Why don't you?"
"That's what I'm saying to you, Santana," she told her, "I know that we don't get on with one another."
"Wow," she short laughed, "That's the biggest understatement of the year."
"But," she added, "You deserve better than this. If Puck can't do one nice thing for you on the most romantic day of the year then what's the point in being with him. I admit, I'm not Sebastian's biggest fan, but what he did for you in there, that was romantic, that was real boyfriend material. The guy isn't even dating you and he remembered Valentine's Day. He sang you a really romantic song and gave you a white rose because you told him you'd preferred them to red roses."
"You seriously have a serious eavesdropping problem," she stated.
"But it was a good thing that I did," Rachel informed her, "Because I'm telling you the truth right now. That guy really cares about you and I saw the way you were in there when he was singing to you. You were smiling, you were in ore of him, and when he told you about the white rose story you were amazed by it. He made you smile. More than what Puck has done in the past months. I haven't seen you smile so big with Puck than I did with you in there for just five minutes."
"Are you trying to give me some advice, Berry?" She asked her with her arms folded across her chest, "Because you do know that I won't take it because I hate you, dwarf."
"Like I said," she told her, "We don't get on at all, but I'm gonna give you some friendly advice. Sebastian Smythe may be a dick sometimes and has been really rude to me in the past, actually he was only rude to me earlier this morning," she shook her head as she noticed she was getting off subject, "But that's not the point. When I look at Sebastian I see the male version of you which shows that you're perfect for one another, and not only that, but Sebastian is obviously in love with you, he loves you like Finn loves me. The guy idolises you and if you don't make your choice now then you're gonna lose him for good because a guy like him won't be waiting around forever. Because that guy is a very hot guy and I bet there are a lot of girls out there who want a piece of him." She took a step towards her and placed her hand on her shoulder gently, Santana glanced down at her hand on her shoulder before returning her gaze back to her face. "You could lose him, Santana," she added with a soft tone to her voice, "And regret it because that guy would do anything for you, I've already seen the proof, and if you ask me, he's the best thing to happen to you."
Santana sighed and glanced to the side.
"You know the saying, Santana," Rachel continued, "You never really know you've had something until you've lost it."