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Santana looked back to Quinn's car, where Brittany was in the backseat cradling the other blonde as she sobbed. "God, this must be hell," she remarked in a whisper.
"It is for Quinn," Puck agreed, following Santana's line of sight. He looked back to Santana, to find her looking at him. "Do you think she's figured it out yet?" he asked her then, the two watching as Sam pulled out of the lot in Puck's pick-up to make sure Rachel got home alright.
A dry scoff was let out by Santana. "Which one of 'em?" she returned sarcastically. "Because I think Q's known for awhile now. … Berry? Probably not. I think she's too pissed to see past the end of her honestly large nose. This is just a mess."
Puck nodded in agreement and they were quiet until he asked, "Are you taking Quinn back to your place?"
"Either to Papi or to the ER. One way or another, her hand needs to be reset and taken care of," Santana replied grouchily. "La niña tenía que ser una heroína estúpida! ¿Por qué yo?"
"Uh… yeah, I got no clue what that last part was, but good luck with that," Puck said. "You want me to drive your car back to your house?"
Begrudgingly, Santana flung her keys to him. "Sure, whatever. Si usted se lo rasca, voy a rasgar su cojones apagado," she added in an undertone.
"What does that mean?" he asked suspiciously.
She grinned her evil, sugary sweet smile. "Nothing."
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