Today was a good day. (Shut up I know that's a line in Ice Cubes song but it was, can't blame me). First my dad called and said my mom was getting better in her chemo treatments. It's been 3 years since she was diagnosed and hearing this I really wanted to cry.

Then, I remembered I was supposed to get puck back cause' he totally stole that girl I was hitting on at the club yesterday. I was just talking with her (Okay maybe more like flirting but anyways) and I turn around to get my drink and I turn back around and she's all couped up with puck and he just smirks at me. Yeah, low blow.

Later that day I walk in his house and hear him scream.

"I will call the cops if your foot comes anywhere near my balls!" he comes in around the corner with a golf club in his hand and ready to swing.

"Woah! What the hell, what are you doing?" I say amused.

"I thought you were this crazy chick I bumped into this morning." He said lowering his weapon and looking relieved.

"And why would I be her? Did you tell her where you lived? Cause if you did congratulations, here's your stupid award" I say feeling bad cause' of how dumb he is.

"No" he said looking hurt.

I can't believe it but I actually felt bad and not cause he was stupid, but because he was hurt by what I said.

"Look, I'm sorry okay it's just your stupid and I was wrong or something and, I don't know" I said trying, but couldn't really keep up with the apology.

"Santana Lopez did you just apologize? Woah, Pigs must be flying across town for you to be apologizing" he said in a shocked voice.

"Shut up! Now would you just tell me why your so afraid?" I say curiously and ignoring his last comment.

"Okay so I was walking from the club when I bumped into this woman, like our heads hit each other and she fell over and being the gentleman I am I caught her. So she turned around and I finally got to see what she looked like and damn was I lucky I bumped into her. She was the hottest chick I have ever laid eyes on. Her body was on point and she had this sports bra on that left nothing to the imagination, well you know except the goods. So being the stud I am I ask her out and she turns me down, I mean can you believe that!" he exclaims.

"So I just had to ask why, and she said I'm not her type, Can you believe that I'm every ones type. But I didn't stop there cause' the puckster always finds a way. So I just chat her up a bit, you know my little technique" he said gesturing to me, yeah I do.

"So after I did that, it seemed like she was feeling it a bit more so I ask for her number and she still says no thanks. Then out of nowhere she's all like 'Listen you better get out of my face or my foot will accidently kick your-your, sorry I just can't say it but you get the picture, right?" he said tearing up a little bit.

I sat there listening to the whole story trying to get through it without bursting with hysterics but as soon as I saw his glassy eyes I couldn't take it. I let it all out and couldn't even breath.

"Okay this is more hilarious than the story you told me about that crazy chick you met behind 'McDonalds'. So she threatened to kick you in the ball if you didn't get out her face?" I ask between giggles.

"Yes! And stop laughing it's not funny!" he said frowning and embarrassed.

"Oh my gosh. This is just classic, I think I love this girl right now. At least she didn't fall for your pathetic leering and 'Technique'" she said air quoting technique.

"Hey! That technique has gotten me where I am today! And I don't get why she didn't like the puckster, or maybe she was playing me. Like one of those mind playing games you woman play all the time."

"No man she didn't like you because A.) she doesn't like rats and got scared of that thing that's on your head or B.) she was gay. And a is a very high possibility." I say looking at the thing on top of his head, it looks like roadkill.

"Nah, I doubt it, it might be B cause no girl can resist the Mohawk." He said smirking.

"Uh, ew that thing belongs in the trash and as I remember me, Quinn, Mercedes and sugar didn't fall that thing on your head." I say replaying those moments of laughing about the reactions of his 'Famous' 'Mohawk'.

"Your gay! And Quinn I have speculations of her some things up with her." He said. There is something up with Q.

"Yeah well that doesn't leave out the others and then some." I said smirking. Just as he was about to retaliate my phone rang 'Crazy by Gnarls Barkley' came on indicating Quinn was calling.

"Hey Quinn"

"Hey San. I just got a new call for a singing lesson."

"Really what time?"

"12 am"

"Okay. Name?" I had to know the person's name so we could just skip the introduction part.

"Um…Brittany Pierce. I gave her your address and everything she needed to know. Oh and she needs an all lesson singing class. Like she needs help in everything."

"I know I aint stupid!" I say annoyed.

"Okay be ready san don't ruin this. This is your first new student in a while we want her to come back. So no snarky comments and no flirting. Got it?" she said sounding like a mom.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I got it bye. Puck I'm 'bout to head back to my place, don't let no crazy chicks in your home and if you see that cray cray you met behind Mickey D's just run. Cause if you try and hit her she might just get madder and go all hulk but you know crazy version. So yeah, run."

I said as I was walking out the door. When I left he picked back up the club and walked in his room cautiously scared someone would pop out, he didn't want a rerun of last time. So his moral of the year is don't pick up chicks you meet behind a fast food restaurant or they'll pop up out of nowhere and tie you up to your bed and the only person who can rescue you is your lesbian friend who is also from lima heights so if she hadn't come he would have probably be dead right now.

Thanks Lesbro.