So I have this problem. I start writing then I can't stop. Like this chapter, it's pretty long just because I didn't know where to stop. I'm sure you guys don't mind though :) Oh before I forget, anything in bold italics, after this, is text messages and italics are Santana's thoughts. I feel like things are moving slowly. They should pick up soon. Please review. I'll love you forever :)
I got back home and sent a quick text to the beautiful blonde. Puck was smiling at me from the stairs. "How was your night?" He asked, sitting near the bottom of the stairs, looking expectantly at me.
"It was good until you ruined it."
"Me? What did I do?"
"You totally shot down any chance I had at Brittany possibly giving it up."
"Not my fault you don't have game."
"I have more game that you, bro."
"Then why ain't she here? Why did you drive her home instead of me?"
"I think I actually like this girl. She's not just someone I want to get into my bed then kick out a few hours later. She's different." I shrugged, playing with my phone in my hands.
"Damn. Finally breaking the rules. Good girl."
"How was your night?" I raised an eyebrow. "You were pretty hot and heavy when I left the bar."
"It got better after Rachel left. She went home and Quinn and I spent the rest of the night making out."
"That girl creeps the hell out of me." I shuddered slightly.
"I think she's crazy. Quinn is worried about her though, which means she's not fond of you as of now."
"What has anyone ever been fond of me?"
"Good point. But I would say hot blonde is pretty fond of you."
"I think so too." My phone buzzed in my hand and I immediately looked down at it. Glad you're home safe. I just got out of the shower.
Tease! I smirked, shaking my head.
"Are you even listening anymore?"
"Huh? Was I supposed to?"
"It would have been nice."
"Sorry." I shrugged slightly.
I am ;) You'll learn to love it.
What else are you hiding from me?
Stick around and find out :)
Believe me I will. I pushed past Puck and walked upstairs. I fell on my bed, waiting for a reply.
Good :) You going to sleep soon?
Doubt it. Probably gonna go for a run then eat and maybe sleep after that.
A run? This late?
Yeah. I don't sleep well so I usually workout really late at night.
I think you're a bit crazy.
Just enough to be fun :)
Whatever you say :) But I think I should probably get some sleep.
Oh ok :(
Come on, S. Don't do that. I don't wanna go but I'd feel bad falling asleep on you.
I wouldn't mind you falling asleep on me ;)
Omg you're horrible! :P
It's one of my better qualities :) But I'll shut up now and let you get some sleep.
Ok. I'll text you tomorrow. Night San.
Night Britt. I dropped my phone next to me and smiled up at the ceiling.
"You're such a girl." Puck laughed from the doorway.
I sat up quickly. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." He smirked.
"I hate you." I shook my head.
"You got it bad, don't you?"
"Wanna go for a run?"
"I think I'm good tonight."
"Well I'll be in the gym if you change your mind."
I got changed and made my way to the gym. I only ran 6 miles but did some extra toning work. It was just after 4 am by the time I got done. I went downstairs and Puck was passed out on the couch. I threw the cap to my Gatorade at him.
"What the hell?" He sat up and glared at me.
"Go to bed." I laughed, walking into the living room. "Don't forget we have my dad's party tonight."
"I know, I know."
I went back up to my room and ended up watching a movie before falling asleep. I woke to my phone ringing. Grumbling, I reached for it. "Hello?"
"You're sleeping your life away, Santana." My father sighed into the phone. "It's 3 in the afternoon."
"Thanks for the wakeup call."
"Are you going to be ready and here by 7?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Make sure you wear a dress. And if Noah is still coming, he needs to wear a suit."
"I'll let him know."
"Good. I'll see you tonight then."
I tossed the phone to the end of my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. Sighing, I climbed out of bed and made my way to my closet. I don't even know if I still have a dress. This blows. I thumbed through my entire closet, finding nothing. I cursed at myself and my clothes. "Puckerman!" I shouted in the hall.
"What?" He shouted back from his room.
"What are you doing?" I wandered into his room. "Do you have a suit?"
"I think so. Why?"
"You're supposed to wear one tonight."
"I should probably get a new one then."
"I have to get a dress. I don't own one."
"Wanna go now?"
"Yeah. We're running out of time."
We hurried to a few stores and looked around. "Try these on." Puck handed me three different dresses. I went into the dressing room and tried on the first one. It was white but really short and showed too much cleavage for my father's friends. So I vetoed that one and went for the second one. I was working on getting the zipper up when my phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I held the phone between my ear and shoulder, still trying to work the zipper.
"Hey San."
"Hey Britt. What's up?"
"Just wanted to see what you were doing."
"Right now. I'm trying to get this damn thing zipped but I can't."
"So you're half naked?"
I smirked. "Maybe."
"Besides trying to get dressed, what are you doing?"
"Freaking out."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm supposed to be at my father's in less than four hours. I have nothing to wear and it's probably going to take me two hours to get ready and if I'm late—" I stopped myself before I said something I shouldn't.
"What will happen if you're late?"
"Pretend you didn't hear that part."
"You can tell me, San. Maybe we don't know each other well yet but I won't say anything to anyone."
"I want to tell you. I do, but I can't just yet. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. I'll be around when you finally want to tell me."
"So you're not going anywhere?"
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Good. Do you want to get together tonight?" I gave up on this dress and tried the last one on.
"Sure."
"Great. I'm gonna get off here so I can pay for these clothes and help Puck find something to wear. But I'll probably be texting you the entire time I'm at my father's party."
"I'll be waiting."
"Bye babe." I dropped the phone down on my jeans and wiggled out of the dress. I put the last one back on the hanger before walking out of the changing room. Puck was waiting for me, suit in hand.
"Took you long enough." He rolled his eyes.
"Brittany called." I smiled.
"Ugh. You're such a girl."
"You keep saying that." I shook my head. "You should know by now that I am."
"Whatever. Let's pay and go. We're running short on time."
"I know." I took our clothes to the register and paid. We left and I sped home, luckily avoiding red lights and cops. As soon as we got home, I ran up to my bathroom. I swear I got ready faster than I ever have before. I ran out of my room, heels in hand, at 6 o'clock. "Puckerman, you ready?"
"Yeah, I'm just tying my shoes." I put on my shoes as he walked out, putting his jacket on. "Ok. I'm ready now."
"Let's go." I grabbed my clutch from the floor and faced Puck. "How do I look?"
"Wow. You look beautiful."
"I don't think you've ever called me beautiful before."
"You are." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, turning us toward the mirror. We were a good looking pair, I had to admit. Soft curls framed my face. The gray dress clung to all the right places, stopping just above my knees. I put my arm around Puck's waist, hugging him.
"You look pretty good yourself." I smiled softly. He wore a simple black suit with white shirt.
"Let's go show off our hotness." He laughed. I laughed and headed to the garage. "Busting out the Jag tonight?"
"Yeah. I want to take Brittany out for a ride later." I smiled.
"How adorable!"
"Shut up." I punched him in the arm.
An hour and a half later, Puck and I were sipping on drinks, listening to one of my father's friends telling a story of some kind. He got called over to some other people and I let out a sigh of relief.
"I never thought he would leave." Puck sighed.
"I know. I was about to start texting but I thought that would be rude." I laughed. I grabbed at my phone and started a text to Brittany. Hey B.
Hey! :) I was starting to think you forgot about me.
Never! I'm so ready to get out of here.
You should come rescue me. My roommates are trying to set me up on a blind date.
Tell them you're taken!
Am I?
Do you want to be?
Do you want me to be?
Why are you avoiding the question?
Why are you avoiding it?
We could go on like this forever. How about I come get you?
What are we doing?
It's a surprise :)
I found my father talking to one of his associates. "Excuse me, can I speak to you for a moment, dad?" I smiled sweetly.
"Of course dear," he smiled. "Excuse me a second, Roger." He led me away a few feet. "Yes?"
"Is it ok if I take off?"
"I suppose. You were on time, dressed well, and behaved well tonight. Thank you."
"Thank you." I smiled genuinely. "I appreciate it."
"Give me a hug and you can go."
I hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek. I said my goodbyes and walked back over to Puck. "Let's go, Puckerman."
"Yes ma'am." We left and I started driving. "Are you going home?"
"I'm going to meet Quinn at Theo's. You mind dropping me there?"
"No prob. It's on the way to Brittany's." I dropped Puck off at Theo's a few minutes later and smiled all the way to Brittany's. I nervously walked up to the door and knocked.
A tall brunette answered the door, looking surprised. "Um hi."
"Is Brittany here?" I asked, voice cracking slightly.
"Yeah, just a second." The brunette walked into the house, leaving the door open. "Brittany! Door!"
I stood there awkwardly for a minute before Brittany came to the door. "San! Hey! Wow, you look beautiful."
"Thank you." I smiled. "I am here to kidnap you for a while."
"I didn't think kidnappers usually knock." She smirked. "Just let me tell the girls I'm leaving."
"Ok." I nodded. A few seconds later, the blonde returned. I offered her my arm after she shut the door. "Ready?"
"Yep." She took my arm and smiled. "Did you walk here?"
"In these heels?" I laughed. "I brought out the Jag for you tonight."
"Just for me?"
"Just for you." I smiled, opening the door for her.
"That's so sweet."
I walked around the other side of the car and got in. "I do what I can." I turned the key in the ignition and started driving.
"So how was your dad's?" Brittany looked at me, smiling. She rested her hand on my thigh.
"It was ok." I shrugged slightly. "I got hit on more times than I care to remember."
"Well look at you. You're stunning." I blushed slightly, grinning like an idiot. "So where are you taking me?"
"I thought we'd go take a walk on the beach."
"That's adorable." She leaned across the car and kissed my cheek.
I drove a little while longer before finally arrived. I took my shoes off before getting out of the car. Brittany walked around the front of the car and held her hand out to me. I took it and smiled. We walked along in silence for a few minutes before I finally spoke up. "So about our conversation earlier."
"Yeah, about that." She rubbed my arm with her free hand. "I'm sorry about that."
"Which part?"
"The runaround."
"I'm sorry about putting you on the spot."
"It's ok."
"So I guess the question now is do we define us or not?"
"I like you. A lot. And we have fun together. I don't want to jinx it."
"Ok." I smiled. "I can live with that. For now."
"Good." She smiled, kissing my shoulder.
"I told you about me. Now it's your turn to talk."
"Well let's see. I'm 23. I graduated from USC last year. I have a younger sister. I'm originally from Ohio. My parents are there. My mom is in real estate and my dad is runs a restaurant."
"What is your degree in?"
"Business management."
"Fancy."
"I want to run my own business one day. Maybe take over for my dad when he gets too old."
"It's good that you know what you want to do. I'm just a dropout and have no idea what I want to do."
"You'll figure it out someday. You're still young."
"You just sounded old." I laughed.
"I was just thinking that." She chuckled softly. She stopped suddenly which caused me to turn and look at her questioningly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. You're pretty amazing, you know that? And you're amazingly beautiful too." She reached up, tracing my cheekbone with her thumb.
I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to me. I dropped my head onto her shoulder. "Do you know how long it's been since anyone has said that to me?"
"I don't know how that's possible."
"Wanna sit with me?"
"Sure." We took a few steps closer to the water. She sat down then helped me sit between her legs. I leaned back against her and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I never do this. Like never. I never 'cuddle' with anyone. This feels so right though. I could definitely get used to this.
