I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated! I wanted to finish In The Dark before going on with this. Now that's done so I'm on this story full-time now. I made this one longer to make up for the fact it's been so long. So please read and review and if you have any ideas, throw them out there. Some of you have sparked ideas probably without even knowing it :) I'll be quiet now. Enjoy!

I had been running for almost 2 hours now. I slowed to a stop and looked at how far I'd gone. 10 miles. Wow. I am crazy. I sighed as I shut the music off then went downstairs to the kitchen. A Gatorade and Power Bar later, I sat out by the pool, watching the sunrise. My mind still wandering back to the blonde. This hasn't happened to me in a really long time. I got it bad. Why is she doing this to me?

After being blinded by the sun, I slowly made my way inside. I shook my head while passing Puck on the couch. He was half falling off and drooling. I was tempted to take a picture but I was feeling somewhat nice so I just went upstairs and left him alone. My bed called me, more like yelled. There was no arguing the fact I was exhausted. After partying all night and then running ten miles, I was ready to die. I barely hit the pillows before passing out.

Hours later, I finally woke up. My body ached. I need a hot shower right now. Or hot tub. I crawled out of bed and wandered downstairs. Puck was watching TV on the couch.

"Hey, you're alive!" I smirked at him.

"So are you!" He laughed. "What are you doing tonight?"

"I thought about going back to LAX." I opened the fridge and peered inside. "Why? What's up?"

"Quinn invited me to see her play tonight. You should come with me."

"I am not helping you get laid."

"Come on! I help you all the time."

"Ok fine. But after, we are going to LAX."

"Are you gonna look for hot blonde?"

"Yeah. I'm determined to get her number, at least."

"We can hope." Puck laughed.

"Shut up." I shook my head, taking a bite of an apple.

"So I had this drunken dream we were at a Ke$ha concert."

I laughed. "I blasted her CD while I worked out last night. Sorry."

"What did you do?"

"Ran the treadmill."

"How long? How far?"

"2 hours. 10 miles."

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"I'm just trying to get ripped." I shrugged.

"Does this have to do with hot blonde?"

"No. I just, I don't know, want to be hotter."

"Santana, I'll say this once and only once. Ok, that's a lie. I'll probably say it a lot."

"Get on with it, Puckerman."

"You're definitely hot. Like super hot. I would definitely—"

"Please stop." I put a hand up and faked a gag. "But thanks." I smiled genuinely.

"No prob." He smirked.

"So when are we leaving?"

"It starts at 7. So probably 6."

"Ok. I'm going to soak in the hot tub for a while."

"Want some company?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him. After changing into my bikini, I slid in the hot tub. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the warm water. Footsteps came up and stopped a few feet away. I sighed. "Stop creeping, Puckerman. Get in if you really want to."

"I'm not Noah." That voice. I hate that voice.

I slowly sat up and turned around. "What do you want?"

"Santana, now, is that any way to speak to your father?"

I bit down on my tongue and fought the eye roll that was bound to happen. "What can I do for you, dad?"

"That's better." He smirked. "I heard about a scuffle at a part a few days ago. Do you know anything about it?"

"Yep. I beat the hell outta some chick."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You have got to learn how to control your anger, Santana. You can't go around 'beating the hell outta' people."

"First of all, she started it. Second, I've been good lately. That was the first fight I had in a while."

"I don't care if she started it or not. You should know better!"

"Stop talking to me like I'm a kid! I'm twenty-fucking-four years old!"

"Watch the language." He pointed a finger at me, giving me a glare.

"You can't just barge in here and make demands on my life. I'm not a child anymore."

"But I'm still your father. And don't forget, I can cut you off at any time. So I suggest, you get your act together quick."

"Yes sir." I nodded in defeat.

"Good girl. Now, tomorrow night, I'm having a little gathering for some friends. You need to be there."

"What time?"

"Be there around 7."

"Can I bring Puck?"

"I'd rather you not but if you insist. Just keep him on a tight leash."

"Yes sir."

"And wear a dress."

"Anything else?"

"I think that's everything. I'll see you tomorrow, Santana."

My father turned, walking back inside. I wanted to scream. That man drives me insane. I took a few deep breaths before climbing out of the hot tub. I dried myself off a little and walked inside. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at Puck.

"I'm sorry!" He looked almost scared. It was amusing. "He just kinda came in and I couldn't stop him. I'm sorry!"

"Well since you let him in, both of us have to go to his stupid party tomorrow and I have to wear a dress." I was still fuming and Puck chuckled slightly. "You really wanna laugh right now?"

"Sorry. Come on, it won't be that bad."

"Whatever. I'm going to get ready. Fix me a margarita and leave it by my sink."

"What am I? Your bit—" I gave him my best glare and he shut up. "Sure thing, boss."

I stormed upstairs, in desperate need to hit something. Instead, I put my iPod on the docking station in the bathroom. I put it on shuffle and turned the volume near maximum. I turned on the shower and waited for it to get hot. As steam filled the entire room, I jumped in, letting the bullets of hot water rush over me as the soothing sounds of Eminem and Lil' Wayne's "No Love" floated through the bathroom. I smirked at myself. How true this song is.

A lengthy shower later, I emerge into the still steam filled room. I took a sip of my waiting margarita then opened the door to let some steam out. I was feeling a bit better but I was still on edge. I took my margarita with me to my closet. What am I supposed to wear to a play? I grabbed my phone, sending a quick text to Puck.

He walked in a minute later. "What's up?"

"I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear to a play or whatever. Find me something. And make sure I can wear it out after."

"I got you." He smirked at went into the closet. A few minutes later, he handed an outfit to me.

"Are you sure you're not gay?" I smiled at him.

"I think you're gay enough for both of us."

"Hey!" I went to hit him but realized my hands were full and I had to hold up my towel. "You can leave now."

Puck left and I saw the clothes on my bed. I ran back into the bathroom to turn the music up. Finally, I was ready to go. I swear Puck was trying to butch me up tonight. He got me in skinny jeans, a white band shirt, and a black vest. I straightened my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. I grabbed my black Chuck's and checked myself out. I found Puck in his bathroom, finishing up.

"You look good." He nodded once in my direction.

"I know." I smiled. "Do you know where we're going?"

"Yeah. It's kinda downtown."

"Ok well you can drive then."

"You ready?"

"Yes sir."

We left and Puck drove us to the little theater. He paid and we sat a few rows back from the stage. I glanced through the program. I saw a name but shrugged it off. A lot of people have that name. And I don't even know her last name. The play started and Puck's blonde floated out on stage. She looked pretty hot, I'll admit it. Then that's when I saw her. Rachel. I looked over at Puck, who was avoiding eye contact. I glared at him but turned my attention back to the stage. Two and a half hours later, the play was finally over. Puck and I waited in the lobby for Quinn.

"What did you think?" Puck turned toward me.

"Did you know Rachel was in this?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"No. I swear I didn't. But it is quite funny."

"Screw you." I rolled my eyes and turned away.

"Hey Puck!" Quinn smiled, hugging him. "Thanks for coming."

"You were great." Puck smiled. "You remember Santana?"

"Hi, Santana." The girl smiled sweetly at me.

"Hey." I nodded once in her direction.

"What are you doing now?" Puck draped his arm over Quinn's shoulder.

"Rachel and I are going to get some food then I have no idea." Quinn smiled and waved at Rachel, who walked over.

"Santana, hi." Rachel smiled softly. "I have been meaning to call you."

"You guys should come with us to LAX." Puck smiled at the two girls. I glared at him and shook my head. "We're headed there now."

"Are you hungry? You guys can come eat with us then we can go. If you want." Quinn asked nervously.

"I'm down. Santana?" Puck looked at me then the others did.

"Fine." I said through gritted teeth.

"Great." Puck smiled. "You need a ride?"

"No we've got my car." Quinn smiled. "We're going to Theo's, just down the road."

"I know where that is. We'll meet you there."

The two girls left then Puck and I did. We got in the car and I glared at him. "I hate you right now."

"Can't you just be my wingman for a little while?"

"Once we get to LAX, I'm not watching her anymore. If Brittany is there, I'm going after her."

"That's fine. I'm not asking for more than that."

I sighed as Puck pulled into the parking lot. We met the girls inside and were seated at a booth. Puck and Quinn sat on one side which meant I was stuck with the brunette. She kept eyeing me while we ate. I was miserable. Puck was having a great time with an attractive blonde and I just wanted to do the same. I sighed and pushed my food around the plate with the fork.

"Are you ok?" Rachel leaned over, touching my shoulder.

"I'm fine." I slowly pulled my shoulder away from her hand.

"She's had a bad day." Puck told Rachel. "She's ready to go to the club and drink and let off steam."

"What happened?" Rachel asked me, scooting closer.

"I don't want to talk about it." I tried scooting away but the wall trapped me. I silently cursed at it.

"Ok. Sorry." Rachel scooted a little farther away.

"Ready to head out?" Puck asked, noticing my discomfort.

Everyone agreed so Puck paid and we all left. We took separate cars and met at LAX. I paid the bouncer and got the four of us in. Puck had Quinn on his arm with Rachel behind them. I made my way to the bar. I scanned the crowd, looking for a certain someone. Our eyes met and she smiled at me. I saw her excuse herself from her friends and walk up to me.

"Hey!" Brittany smiled and wrapped her arms around me. "I was hoping you'd show up tonight."

"How could I not?" I smiled as she pulled away, letting my arm stay around her waist. "You're gorgeous and I really wanted to see you again."

"That makes two of us."

"You want a drink?"

"I just want you. To dance with." She covered up quickly, a slight blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Well I'm here so let's go." I finished my drink and nodded at Puck.

Brittany pulled me onto the dance floor. We picked up right where we left off last night. She was inches away from me, staring at me. My hands moved to the small of her back. I pulled her in closer. Our breath mixing. I licked my lips and she bit down on her bottom lip. That's when she spun around, leaning her back against my front. I rested my forehead on her shoulder. She pulled my hands from her hips to her stomach. I lifted my head up and fought every urge to kiss her neck.

"You're an amazing dancer." Brittany turned back around and whispered in my ear.

"Not half as good as you, babe."

"I'm thirsty. Wanna get a drink?"

"Yeah." I nodded. I allowed myself to get pulled toward the bar. She ordered two Jack and Cokes.

"I hope this is ok." She handed my one of the drinks.

"It's my drink of choice actually." I smiled, taking a sip.

"Mine too."

I slid my arm around the blonde's waist again. Puck walked up with Quinn and Rachel. "Hey Lopez." He smirked.

"Puckerman." I smiled.

"Who's the hottie?"

"This is Brittany. Britt, this is Puck and Quinn."

"Nice to meet you." Brittany smiled sweetly.

"You too." Puck smiled.

"Santana," Rachel spoke up from the back, "can I speak with you for a second?"

"Umm sure." I turned to Brittany. "I'll be right back." I followed Rachel to the other side of the bar. "What's up?"

"Is she your girlfriend?" The small brunette questioned me, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No but I don't see how that's any of your business."

"But I thought we were kind of seeing each other."

"Maybe I didn't make it clear enough. There's nothing between us. It was a one time thing. I'm sorry if I led you on." Ok so what's a little lie? She won't know the difference.

That's when the little brunette smacked me. "You're a bitch."

"It happens." I shrugged. Rachel fumed and finally stormed off. I made my way back to my friends and got strange looks. "What?"

"What just happened?" Puck asked.

"It's no big deal." I shrugged it off.

"I should go check on Rachel." Quinn said, looking around for her friend.

"I'll come with you." Puck followed his blonde.

"So you wanna tell me what that was about?" Brittany quirked an eyebrow.

"I had a thing with her once and she wanted more. She didn't take it very well." I shrugged.

"Are you sure that was all?"

"I promise." I smiled at her. "I have a question for you."

"What's that?"

"Would it be too forward of me to ask for your number?"

"Yes but I'll give it to you anyway. Give me your phone." She grabbed my phone out of my hand and saved her number in it. "There you go."

I smiled and sent her a text. "Now you have mine."

"Great." She smiled. "Let's dance again."

There was no way I could argue with that smile and those beautiful blue eyes. So I let myself be pulled back onto the dance floor. There was this amazing energy flowing between us. I know she had to feel it too. She kept staring at my lips. It was so hard not to kiss her. How am I supposed to keep fighting this? I'm not going to be able to keep this up much longer.

I moved close to her ear. "I'm probably going to get shot down again. But do you wanna go back to my place?"