Chapter 37 - Puckerman
"PUCKERMAN." Santana yelled as she enters the building. She walked towards the bar where Puck is standing.
Puck turned his head to look in Santana's direction and raised an amused eyebrow. "Well hello to you to Santana."
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Cut the crap." Santana grumbled. "I have something to talk to you about."
"Need more time off work?" He guessed. "That girlfriend of yours." He shook his head in disbelief.
"No." Santana said. "This isn't about me. It's about you." She pointed her finger at him as she sat at one of the bar stools.
"Really?" Puck's interest raised. "Regarding?" He asked hoping to get the information out of Santana.
"Quinn." Santana said bluntly. "I have a proposition for you."
"A proposition?" Puck asked slightly confused about what she could have in mind but interested now that he knew it had something to do with Quinn.
"Yes. But you will have to agree to a few things in order for this to go down." Santana explained but didn't explain.
Puck looked at her confused. "What things? And for what to go down?"
Santana looked up towards the top of his head slowly moving her eyes back down to his. "For you to go on a date with Quinn." She started with. Puck's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "But we need to make a few adjustments first."
"Oh. Wow." Puck was pretty speechless.
"Yeah. It's a miracle that we got Quinn to agree to go out on a date with you. She has a few conditions though. I told her that I would do my best. But I know how you are so maybe this will be more difficult than I initially thought."
"Hey what's that suppose to mean?" Puck was offended by Santana's comment. And he was going to let her know that. "I'm not a difficult person." He defended.
"I beg to differ." She threw back immediately.
"Ok so sometimes I can be a little particular when it comes to certain things but that doesn't mean I'm not open to whatever it is you might be proposing. So why don't you just tell me already."
"Fine. There are a few things. Like I said but first and probably the biggest- shave that thing you call a Mohawk off of your head." She threw the man a fake smile.
"Hell no."
"Than no date with Quinn. It appears that your choice in hair style is far from impressive to Miss Quinn." Santana explained hopeful that Puck would see what she was talking about if it wasn't coming directly from herself. If it was coming from Quinn instead.
"But- but I've had this hair cut since I was sixteen. I don't know anything else." Puck whined.
"Exactly. So maybe it's time for a change. That's a long damn time to have the same lousy hair cut. Don't ya think?" Santana reasoned.
Puck thought everything though for a few seconds. "Maybe."
"Ok good now that we've got that settled. Next-"
"It's not settled. I didn't agree to it- yet." Puck interrupted.
Santana raised an eyebrow at him silently saying to him 'you're gonna cut your hair you know it and I know it so don't try and bullshit me'.
"As I was saying before you interrupted me- next we have to get you some nice clothes. Brittany wanted to put you in a suit but I told her that I couldn't see that happening. So I guess dress pants and a nice shirt will have to do."
"Oh."
"What? Don't tell me you don't have any nice clothes." She squinted her eyes at him trying to read his face to get the answer before he told her.
Puck just shook his head.
"Dios mio you are a mess of a man." Santana quipped. Puck shrugged his shoulders in response. He didn't really have anything to say to explain himself. "So now we have to go shopping too. Great. Why did I think that this would be easy? There is too much work on my part already. I hope you appreciate what I'm doing for you." Santana wiggled her finger at him.
"I do. I really do. You don't even know. I mean- just to get this chance is amazing. I just hope I don't blow it."
"Well with my help I don't know how you could. We will go shopping and I will give you some advice on how to treat a lady like Quinn. She's not just another girl that comes into the bar that you hit on and try to pick up. This isn't a one night stand, you hear me?" Santana threatened him. Puck shook his head in understanding. "Good cause I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath if you aren't on your best behavior. She is my friend and even though I've known you longer I would have to take her side in the event that this goes badly. Let me clarify it- because I've known you longer and know what kind of crap you can pull- I would have to take her side." Santana gave him a warning glare as she finished.
"Friend?" Puck asked seemingly amused.
"What?" Santana didn't know what he was talking about.
"You said she is your friend." Puck explained.
"Oh. I guess it slipped. But it's not untrue. She's Brittany's best friend and I'm making an effort to get to know her."
"Wow. Santana Lopez is evolving." Puck mocked.
Santana leaned over the bar in one quick action and slapped him in the arm. "Fuck off Puckerman." She said as she stood up from her seat and made her way to the back room.
Santana got home after work. She changed and brushed the teeth and got ready for bed. She slid the bedroom door open silently. With the light from the hallway shining in the now open door she could see that Brittany was sound asleep. She quietly shut the door behind her and walked across the dark room. The only light coming from the crack in the curtains to guide her way.
She slinked up to the side of the bed. The side of the bed that Brittany was sleeping on. She kneeled down next to the bed and watched Brittany sleep.
"You are so beautiful. Even when you're asleep. I don't know how I got so lucky. To meet someone like you. To fall in love with someone like you. To have someone like you in my life." Santana thought to herself. She didn't dare speak aloud for fear of waking Brittany.
She grazed her knuckles of her left hand across Brittany's cheek. The blonde woman twitched a little at the touch but never woke up. Santana put her arm on the bed next to Brittany's face and rested her head down on it. "I love you so much. More than you could even know." With her left hand she pushed some of Brittany's hair back away from her face.
Santana kneeled there for a few minutes just watching and appreciating the woman that was sleeping next to her. It wasn't until she lifted her head from her arm that she realized it was wet. She had been crying without even knowing it. She wiped under her eyes with her hands before she stood up. "Look at me. I'm such a sap." She whispered.
Santana walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in. She snuggled up behind Brittany wrapping her arms around the blonde. She kissed the back of Brittany's head. "Goodnight Britt." She whispered to the blonde.
"Santana?"
"Go back to sleep Britt." Santana cooed.
Brittany shook her head. "No." She spun around in Santana arms. "I missed you." She said sleepily.
Santana giggled. "Did you?" She pulled Brittany tighter against her body.
"Yes." Brittany all but whined.
"Ok Britt but I'm here now so just go back to sleep." Santana tried to convince the blonde.
"Nuh-uh. I wanted to stay awake until got home. But obviously I didn't make it." Brittany explained.
"I can see that sleepyhead. But why did you want to stay up?" Santana wondered why Brittany would want to stay up so late when she had to get up early the next day to go to work.
"Because I wanted to talk to you about something." Brittany said with a yawn.
"Ok but couldn't it just wait until tomorrow afternoon. When we are both awake and well rested." She couldn't figure out why Brittany was so adamant about having a conversation in the middle of the night.
"No it's important." Brittany said sternly.
"Ok Britt. What is it?"
Brittany didn't say anything. She remained quiet for long seconds.
"What is it?" Santana asked becoming concerned. "You can tell me."
"It's about the future." Brittany said timidly. "Our future."
"Ok. What about it?" Santana asked not sure where the conversation was headed.
"What do you want?" Brittany asked scared of what Santana's answer might be.
When Santana didn't say anything Brittany continued. "Cuz I've been thinking about it lately. Well really since we were at my parents house." Brittany admitted. "Do you remember those kids that were playing in the backyard?" She asked Santana hoping to ease into this conversation.
She felt Santana nod her head so Brittany continued. "When I saw them something changed inside of me." She paused thinking about how she could best describe this to Santana. "I know I work with kids all of the time. I teach them how to dance. And that is great and amazing and wonderful. But when I saw those kids playing outside in the backyard- the backyard of the house they live in- it was different. I see kids everyday but I never see them in a home setting. I saw something different that day. I-I-"
"What are saying Brittany?" Santana said pointedly.
"Uh-" Brittany didn't like Santana's tone and she didn't know if she wanted to continue with the conversation. "I guess seeing those kids happy and playing and in their own neighborhood sorta made me think that I might want kids." She waited. "Someday." She added. "And I was wondering what you want. I know that there are a lot of uncertain things in this world but I want to know about all of the certain things that I can. I want to know for certain- one way or the other- what you want." Brittany worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
"I don't know. I don't-" Santana stammered.
"I want to know if you want to get married. I want to know if you want to have kids. I want to know if you want a big house with a white picket fence out front. I want to know if you want any pets. I want to know if you just want me. No kids. No house. No pets. Just me. But whatever you want I want to know. I want to be the one to give you all of those things- if you want them." Brittany rambled.
Santana didn't say anything. Instead she leaned forward until her lips met with Brittany's. Her right arm reaching up to the back of Brittany's head pulling the blonde impossibly closer. The kiss slow and gentle and full of love and warmth.
Brittany hummed into the kiss. "Santana." She mumbled. Santana pulled away just centimeters bumping their foreheads and noses together.
"What?" Santana said barely audible.
"What do you want?" Brittany asked again. She would ask over and over again until she got a straight honest answer out of Santana.
"You Brittany. You." The brunette closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "God you are so amazing. You. I want you. First and foremost." She tilted his chin down and pecked Brittany's lips quickly. "I love you." She sniffled.
"Are you crying? Don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry. Babe?" Brittany worried.
"No Britt it's ok. These are happy tears. I never thought- in my wildest dreams- that any of this was possible. That you were possible. I never thought I would have the option or possibility to fall in love with an incredible woman the possibility to get married or the possibility to have kids. In my mind it was just something that happened to other people. Something that would never happen to me. Something that was impossible."
"But it is possible. All of it." Brittany encouraged. "Whatever you want is possible."
"Only because of you." Santana told Brittany flat out.
"I don't know. I think maybe you have something to do with it too." Brittany said before kissing Santana on the cheek. "Here." Brittany moved around until both of her arms were free. She brought her hands up towards Santana's face. With her thumbs she wiped away the tears from under Santana's eyes. "No more crying sweetie."
Santana nodded her head. Brittany's left arm came down and wrapped around Santana's waist the other staying where it was her thumbs rubbing gently back and forth over the brunette's cheek.
They laid there wrapped in each others arms in silence for a long time. Neither tired or wanted to go to sleep. Eventually Brittany thought of something. Something that wasn't about them. Something she had been waiting all evening to find out.
"Did you talk to Puck?" She whispered.
Santana let out a short chuckle. "Yes."
"And?" Brittany wanted more than a simple yes or no.
"And I think he's in. I could tell that he doesn't want to cut his hair but I think he will do just about anything to go on a date with Quinn." She rolled her eyes even though she knew it was dark and Brittany wouldn't see.
"Cool. I will tell Quinn." Brittany commented.
"Yeah it is but Britt I don't want to talk about them right now." Santana told her.
"Okay. What do you want to talk about then?"
"I don't." Santana replied simply. "I just want to hold you until I fall asleep."
Brittany nodded in understanding.
So this story is coming to an end. I will be writing an epilogue to follow this chapter. But than that's it. I never thought that there would be so many chapters to this story when I started. It's crazy. I thank everyone for all the alerts and favorites and reviews. They were what kept me writing.
On another note: I have started a new story. Check it out. I upload the first chapter yesterday. It's called I'm Like A Lawyer.
