So here's another chapter. Lots of Puck/Santana interaction in this chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter 17 - Happy Thanksgiving
Brittany threw her duffle bag in the trunk of her rental car. She slammed the trunk shut and moved to the front of the car. She leaned in across the drivers seat and placed her phone and purse on the passengers seat.
"I'm gonna miss that cute butt of yours." Santana said leaning into the back door of the car with her hip.
"I'm only gonna be gone like four days. That's not that long." Brittany reasoned as she removed her upper body from inside the car.
"Well it may not be too long but I'm still gonna miss it." Santana pouted.
"I'm sure you'll survive." Brittany booped Santana's nose with her index finger.
Santana scrunched up her nose at the contact. Brittany placed her right hand on Santana's shoulder. And stepped closer to her so that they were toe to toe. "Listen when I get back on Sunday how about I come over to your apartment and you can do whatever you want with my cute butt. Sound good?" With a devilish smirk playing on her face Santana nodded her head at the thought. She licked her lips unconsciously.
Brittany was watching her face the whole time at seeing the brunette lick her lips she leaned in to place a kiss to those luscious lips. Brittany moved her left hand to the back of Santana's neck rubbing there gently with her thumb. "For the record I'll miss you too." Brittany spoke into Santana's lips looking deep into the brunettes eyes telling her how much she meant that statement. They stood there with their foreheads resting together just looking into each others eyes for a few minutes. Neither one wanting to be the first to break eye contact. With a smile Brittany broke contact by pulling her head back. She kissed Santana on the cheek. "I have to go now." She whispered in her ear.
Santana brought her arms up around Brittany waist and hugged her. In response Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck tightening their embrace. "I'll see you on Sunday." The brunette said as she let go of Brittany.
Brittany drop her arms to her sides. "Yep you can count on it." She turned around and got in the car. Before she shut the door she smiled up at Santana with the most loving smile the brunette had ever seen. "I love you. See you Sunday." Brittany shut the door and started the car. Santana just stood there. The blonde shifted the car into drive gave Santana a wave and drove off.
It was only sometime around noon but that didn't matter Santana didn't have anything better to do so she went to the bar. She walked in and took a seat at one of the bar stools. Being the middle of the day the place was practically empty. There were just a couple of regulars in there. She called Puckerman over to where she was sitting.
"Get me a drink." She demanded when he walked up.
"Getting started early today I see." He joked.
"No- well yes but I do have to work tonight so its not like I'm gonna sit here and get hammered." She hoped he wouldn't give her any more grief.
"Ok whatever." He said while he mixed her drink. "So I take it Brittany left already." It was more of a statement then a question.
"Yeah."
"So when is she gonna be back?" He asked wanting to know how many days he had to put up with bitchy Santana.
"Sunday evening." She returned.
"Ok. Wow its gonna be a long four days." He rolled his eyes.
"What the hell does that mean?" Santana shot at him.
"It's means I gotta put up with your bitchy ass for the next four days." He said glaring at her.
"I'm not a bitchy ass or whatever it is you said."
"Oh yes you are. That girl somehow takes all of the bitch out of you when she's around and when she's not the bitch is back."
"Whatever." She replied knowing that what he said was at least partially true. "So what time should I come over tomorrow?" She asked changing the subject.
"How about noon. I think the game starts at 12:30 so we could get all the food situated before that."
"Ok." Santana got up and headed to the back room of the bar.
"Hey where are you going?" He asked at her abrupt exit.
"I'm done talking to you. You're boring. Plus I have to spend all of tomorrow with you so I think I'll keep my distance now."
"Puckerman open the fucking door." Her hands were full and she couldn't knock on the door so instead she yelled. Within seconds the door swung open and Santana rushed in headed straight for the kitchen.
"Well do come in." Puck retorted sarcastically.
"Yeah yeah whatever." Santana began. "Now lets get this feast going. I'm fucking starving. Get over here and help me."
He shut the door lowered his head and sighed. It was going to be a long day. Puck crossed the room to the kitchen and started helping Santana put together their Thanksgiving meal. Even though it was great to have someone to spend Thanksgiving with Puck wasn't sure how much of Santana he could handle.
Once they had everything ready to go they got themselves plates nice and full of their Thanksgiving favorites. All the essentials turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole and sweet potatoes. They took their plates and sat down on Puck's couch and watched the football game. All in all their normal Thanksgiving. After both of them had more then enough dinner they sat in front of the tv with a beer in hand watching the game.
Puck got up to get another beer during a commercial. "Hey you want another?" He asked shaking his empty beer bottle in the air.
"Hellz yeah. Keep em coming." He returned and handed her a beer and took a seat on the couch. "Thanks man. So who's playing in the next game?"
"Um- Dallas but I can't remember who they're playing. Sorry." He said shrugging his shoulder.
"I guess we'll have to wait and find out then." She added.
They drank beer and watched football all afternoon. It was around six when Santana thought about heading home. She planned on going home flopping down in her bed and passing out. She had way too much to eat and too much to drink today. She just wanted to be in bed. "Puckerman I think I'm gonna head home now." She slurred out at him.
"Oh don't think so. You're not going anywhere. You are staying here with me." He slurred back at her.
"Fuck if I am. I don't know what you're thinking. I'm going home." She stood up from the couch but immediately feeling back down onto it.
"You can't even stand up. You are staying here at least until you sober up a little. I told Brittany I would keep an eye on you. That girl would kill me if something happened to you on your way home. She really loves you ya know."
"I know. She told me. Actually she tells me everyday." Santana admitted.
Puck gave her a bewildered look. "What do you mean? She tells you everyday. Like what don't you say it back?"
"No."
"What? You haven't told her you love her? Wait- do you not?" He asked trying to figure everything out.
"No."
"NO what?" No you haven't told her or no you don't love her?" He asked with wide eyes.
"No I haven't said I love you." She said staring hard at the floor in front of the couch.
"Ok but do you love her?" He asked trying to get Santana to reveal the truth.
"I don't know. Maybe. I don't want to talk about this." She tried to end the conversation.
"Oh come on. Really?" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "What are you scared of? Talking about your feelings isn't gonna kill you."
"What the hell do you want me to say? That I have this amazing girl. This amazing beautiful wonderful girl that loves me more than anyone has in my entire life. That she accepts me for who I am the good and even the bad. That she is completely in love with me. That she wants me to meet her family. That she is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. That I miss her and she has only been gone one fucking day. That I don't know how I'm going to get through the next three days without her. That I have never felt like this before in my life. That I am completely in love with this amazing girl and it scares me to death. That if I tell her that I love her then I am totally fucked. That I don't think I can live without her. It terrifying. That if she ever left me that I would probably die. So yes in a sense I feeling like my feeling could kill me." She was yelling at Puck by the time she finished with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Woah. Ok. Calm down." He scooted closer to her on the couch and put one arm around her shoulder. He pulled her into his side. "Shhh. It's gonna be fine. You'll see. It is all going to be okay." Santana completely collapsed into Puck sobbing into the front of his shirt. He rubbed her back in an attempt to sooth her. "This whole feelings thing is really hard for you isn't it?" Upon hearing what Puck said Santana began crying harder. If that was even possible. "Sorry. Sorry. I don't mean it in a bad way. Shhh. It's okay. Just cry it all out." Puck held Santana until she finished crying. He thought it felt like a eternity but in reality in was only probably 10 minutes. He never liked seeing anyone cry especially girls.
Santana finally pulled her body away from Puck's shivering at the cold chill that ran though her body. She sniffled and brought her fists to her face rubbing her eyes. When she took her hands away from her eyes she looked at Puck. He had the most sympathetic look on his face that she had ever seen from him. It almost made her bust out in another round of tears. But she held them in. She looked around the room before standing up. "I think I'm gonna go home now." She said with a sniffle.
"Ok but you know you can stay here if you want." He said even though he didn't have any idea why he said it. He shook his head. "I don't mind."
"No that's ok. I just want to go home and go to bed."
"Ok. But will you text me when you get home so I know you made it ok." He asked her. He really wanted to make sure is was ok. "Brittany-"
"Yes ok fine. I'll text you." Santana reached for her coat and put it on. Puck got up and walked her over to the door. Once they reached the door Santana went for the knob but stopped when she felt Puck's hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him. He pressed his lips together in a closed mouth smile before asking if she was ok. "I'm fine." She said flatly. She turned back around and reached for the doorknob again. She pulled the door open and stepped outside turning to face him one more time. "Thank you." She said with a sad smile before leaving.
Santana stepped out in the cold night air wrapping her jacket tighter around her. She just wanted to get home as fast as she could. Luckily for her there was hardly anyone out on the street. Thank god it was a holiday because she didn't think she could walk home, looking like someone just ran over her prize cat, with tons of strangers staring at her. She only passed a handful of people three of which didn't even bother to look at her. One looked at her and looked away immediately. And the other person she came across gave her a sympathic smile. She walked as quickly as she could the five block to her apartment.
She reached her apartment building and rushed inside as quickly as possible hoping no one would see her or stop her. She had seen no one by the time she made it to her apartment door. She fumbled with the keys before finally getting them into the keyhole unlocking the door. She shut the door behind her and leaned back against it. She sank to the floor and pulled her phone from her coat pocket.
To Puckerman: I'm home. Thanks again.
Santana sat there on the floor for a few minutes before her got enough strength to stand up and move to her bedroom. She took her coat off and threw it on the chair in her room. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge to take her shoes off. Once she did that she pulled back the blankets and climbed in not bothering to change her clothes or even take them off. She wrapped the blankets around herself and laid there until she fell asleep.
Let me know what you think. Just to let everyone know there are a couple big important chapters coming up.
