Hey hey! Here's another update! I feel a lot better about this one. Hopefully you all like it more than the last one too :) I'm not sure how much longer this story will be. Maybe another 5 or 6 chapters. We'll see how things turn out. But anyways, enjoy and please review :)
I woke up the next morning with a headache. I snuck out of bed and crept downstairs. Sticking my head in the fridge, I looked for something to make for breakfast. It had to be something light; Brittany doesn't like a lot to eat after a night of drinking.
"Hey Lopez," Puck mumbled. He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey," I said, softly.
"What's up?"
I stood up, shutting the refrigerator door slowly. "We have to talk."
"What's wrong?"
"What the hell happened with you last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"You went off on me for no reason. It was ridiculous, uncalled for, and just plain rude. And because of that, Quinn and I got in a huge fight. I just don't understand what happened."
"I don't know, San." He leaned against the counter, running his hand over his head. "I love Quinn but you're my sister. I just don't know what to do."
"About what?"
"Everything, anything."
"I hate to do this but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"Wait. You're kicking me out?"
"Yeah. I don't want to but last night was the last straw. We fight all the time when we're drunk. I don't know why Quinn hates me but she is a guest in my house so she should treat me with some respect."
"I completely agree."
"Yet you do nothing about it when she goes off on me."
"I'm sorry."
"I am too. But this is something I have to do. Britt and I don't need all that drama."
"Is she moving in?"
"Yeah. I asked her last night."
"Congratulations."
"Thanks, Puck." I walked around the counter, about to go upstairs. "I'm not gonna push you out the door tomorrow, but it would be a good idea if you did start looking for another place."
"I will." He nodded.
I headed upstairs, sighing softly. Crawling into bed, I cuddled close to Brittany.
"Morning, baby," Brittany smiled, eyes still closed.
"Hey you." I kissed her shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, babe."
"It's too early to sound sad. And too early to try to lie to me."
"I talked to Puck a few minutes ago."
"Yeah?"
"I asked him to move out."
"Really? What did he say?"
"He was surprised but he seemed to take it well."
"That must have been hard for you." She kissed my cheek.
"Actually, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be."
"What is he going to do?"
"I have no idea." I pulled her closer. "Let's stop talking about him."
"What did you have in mind?"
*Puck's POV*
She's kicking me out. I never thought this would happen. I shook my head and went back upstairs. Quinn was getting dressed when I walked in.
"The theater called, there's some mess that I have to help with," she said as she pulled her jeans up, zipping them.
"Oh ok."
"Hopefully it won't take too long."
"Can we do lunch or something?"
"What's wrong?"
"There's just something I want to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"Santana is kicking me out."
"What? Why?"
"She had enough after our fight last night. And whatever is going on with you and her has pushed her over the edge."
"That's so immature."
"Well this is her house. Yeah, I live here but her name is on the lease. She can do whatever she wants."
"Whatever." She slid her shoes on and headed toward the door. "We can talk more about this later. I have to go."
"Ok. Call me later."
"I love you."
"Love you too, Q." I started cleaning as Quinn left. Packing up all this shit is gonna suck hardcore. Maybe I should sell some of this crap. Make some money.
*Santana's POV*
"Britt," I smiled sweetly.
"Whatever you want, it's a no," Brittany laughed.
"But baby."
"What do you want?" She smiled at me.
"I just had an idea and thought you might like it." I shrugged, smirking.
"Tell me."
"We should road trip." I smiled. "We can leave in a few days and take our time driving to your parents. By the time we get there, your sister will be there."
"You want to drive all the way to Ohio from LA?"
"I mean, yeah. If you want to."
"You're the most amazing person I've ever known." She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I love your idea."
"When do you want to leave?"
"Where all are we stopping?"
"Anywhere you want."
"Let's leave the day after tomorrow." She smiled brightly. "That way we can get ready tomorrow, get a route set, and everything."
"Great." I kissed her softly. "Let's go ahead and get ready. I want to take my car into the shop to make sure it's all good."
"Ok babe." She smiled.
An hour later, we dropped the Range Rover off at the shop then went to Brittany's place. We started slowly packing her stuff up; well I started packing while Brittany was talking to her roommates. I picked up the frame on the nightstand and studied it. It was of Brittany and two other girls. She looked beautiful. I couldn't help but smile. "Stop standing there watching me," I smiled, looking toward the door. "You need to help pack."
"I'm sorry," Brittany walked to me, smiling. "You're just too cute."
"I know I am." I smirked.
"Someone's cocky."
"Yes I am." I pulled her close, kissing her softly. "Now, we aren't going to be able to get everything today since we have the Jag. But we can come back tomorrow or after we get back from your parents'. It's all up to you."
"Let's see what we get done today. Then we can decide." She smiled. Kissing me quickly, she headed to the closet. "Now get back to work."
*Puck's POV*
I picked up the ringing phone from the table in front of me. I sighed and hit the talk button. "Hey Q," I said. "What's up?"
"Hey," Quinn smiled through the phone, "I just finished at the theater. Did you still want to do lunch?"
"Yeah, sure."
"I'll pick you up in about ten minutes then."
"Ok babe. See you in a few."
I hung up the phone and got ready. I made it outside just as Quinn pulled up. "I'm sorry about this morning," she said as I got in the car. "I was being an ass."
"It's ok." I leaned over and kissed her softly. "I know you were probably hungover and irritated about going to work."
"I'm still sorry." She grabbed my hand as she drove to the restaurant. We got in and got our food ordered.
"Will you tell me what's going on between you and Santana?"
"Nothing's going on."
"Why do you bad mouth her every chance you get? Why don't you like her?"
"I hate the way she played Rachel. She broke that poor girl down. She destroyed her. I hated seeing my best friend go through that."
"I get what you're saying, I totally do, but Santana isn't the only one to blame here. All Santana did was sleep with her. Rachel didn't have to get all crazy and psycho."
"She's not crazy and psycho."
"I know she's not. But she acted that way."
"I can see what you're saying. I just didn't like the way it turned out."
"I know. If I were you, I would feel the same way. But you have to let it go. I'm begging you. Please get along with Santana. She's a really great person once you get to know her."
"I'll try."
"Thank you."
"Is she still making you move out?"
"Yeah. She's ready to start the next chapter in her life."
"What are you going to do?"
"I haven't thought about it yet."
"Why don't you move in with me? I have room since Rachel moved to New York and it can get lonely there."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Great." I smiled. "This saves me a big headache."
"I'm so happy you said yes." She reached across the table, grabbing my hand.
*Santana's POV*
"Will you stop checking Twitter and help me?" Brittany asked, looking annoyed.
"I'm sorry babe," I smiled, putting my phone away. "What do you need me to do?"
"Start taking boxes down to the car please."
"You're lucky." I smiled. "I don't do manual labor for just anyone."
"Yeah, yeah. Get to work."
"Yes ma'am." I grabbed a box and started outside. She smacked my ass as I walked by. I just shook my head and laughed.
We got the car completely packed then went home. Surprisingly, we got a lot packed into that little car. After it was all unloaded, the unpacking started. Most of it was clothes but there was some pictures and stuff too. Finally, it's starting to feel like our home. I love it.
