A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait! I hope you guys enjoy the Puck/Santana parts, I put more of them in this chapter. Please Read & Review.

Chapter 12

"Puck, come pick me up!" Santana shouted over the phone as she dropped a couple of shirts in her Cheerios duffel bag.

"Santana what-"

Huffing, she hastily threw a few more pieces of clothes in her bag and said, "No questions, just get your ass over here."

"I'll be right over." he replied without any more questions knowing that this was not the time to start asking.

Santana sighed as she pulled on her favorite sweatshirt and walked into the bathroom to pick out a few things she would need for the night. There was no way in hell she would be staying home right now.

Glancing out the window, she spotted Puck's truck pull up before sliding her window open and throwing her duffle out. Puck watched as she expertly climbed out of her window and down the side of her house with no trouble at all.

Without a word, she picked up her bag and hopped into the passenger seat. The pair sat silently for a while, Puck just gazing at her as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared straight forward.

"San.."

"Don't," she spit out, "Just drive."

Puck sighed before putting his truck in gear and pulling out of her driveway. He silently drove them 20 minutes outside of Lima to their favorite spot. It was an old abandoned barn that no one in town even knew existed. The pair found this spot a few years ago when Puck first got his license and decided to take a joyride around town.

Putting the car in park, Puck finally looked over at her and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

"What's up, 'Tana?" he asked softly.

Santana fought back the tears that had sprung to her eyes and looked over at him. "Its my parents." Puck nodded his understanding and waited for her to continue, "They don't approve of my relationship with my aunt." she said with a bitter laugh as she swiped the few tears that had slipped past her walls.

"So..."

"So they don't want me to have any relationship with her whatsoever." she sighed and looked over at him with teary eyes.

"Santana they can't do that," he replied, "she's your aunt. Your family."

"It doesn't matter," she shook her head angrily, "what they say, goes."

Puck looked at her in shock, "Who the fuck are you?"

Santana whipped her head around to him and glared, "What?" she asked angrily, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"What happened to you?" he asked gently, "The Santana I know takes no shit, from anyone. She is the baddest bitch I know and can bring a man down with a single glance. The Santana I know and love is the most beautiful, confident, and amazing girl I've ever met." He told her awe. "Now I want to know what happened to that girl. Because that girl is extraordinary."

"Geez Puckerman, tell me how you really fucking feel." She teased bursting out in laughter. "Seriously, where the hell did the Puckerman I know go? He was so much hotter."

"Oh fuck off," he grumbled, "I can be compassionate and shit when I want to." He glared as she continued to laugh and gape at him. "Fine, figure out your own damn problems." he moved his hand to the ignition when Santana reached over and stopped him.

"Okay! Okay, I'm sorry." she said between bits of laughter. "I'm sorry." she dragged out.

Puck smirked knowing exactly how hard it is for Santana Lopez to apologize, for anything. "How did those words taste coming out of your mouth?" he teased.

Santana reached over and punched his arm, "Shut the hell up." The couple both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. They laughed together before Santana finally calmed down a bit and leaned her head against his shoulder. Puck reached out and took her hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

"S'What're gonna do?"

Santana watched as Puck caressed the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb before looking up at him and shrugging her shoulders, "I have no fucking idea."

They stayed in silence for a long while, Puck running his fingers through her black locks and she admiring how great their hands look intertwined.

Just as she was dozing off to sleep Puck placed a soft kiss to her hair and whispered, "My house?" She just nodded and let go of his hand as he started up the car before wrapping his arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side.

After Puck pulled into his driveway, he quickly shut off the car and looked down at a sleeping Santana on his shoulder. He gently shook her awake as he whispered, "Santana, babe we're here."

She stirred a little before opening her eyes and squinting up at him. "I'm so tired." she said sleep heavy in her voice.

Puck nodded, "I know, San." he quickly slipped out of the truck before helping her out and wrapping an arm around her waist when she stumbled a little.

He led her up the stairs and pushed opened the door, ushering her inside. Santana had been to his house numerous times to not feel weird about being there.

"Ma I'm home." Puck called to his mother as he shut the front door. His mother Talia walked out of the kitchen and smiled widely when she saw Santana.

"Santana, sweetie, how are you?" she asked bringing the younger girl into a hug, "We've missed you around here."

Santana smiled slightly as she hugged the older woman, "I missed you guys too and I'm fine."

Talia pulled away from her and placed a hand on her cheek as she smiled at her. "Are you hungry?"

"No just tired." Santana replied softly. Talia nodded understandingly then looked toward her son who was watching them with a grin of his own.

"Make sure she's comfortable upstairs."
"Yeah Ma. I know." Just then Sarah Puckerman came running down the stairs and squealed at the sight of Santana. The little girl had taken a great liking to the young Latina.

"Tana!" she grinned happily and she ran towards Santana. Santana opened her arms for the younger girl and embraced her.

"Hey Sarah. You've gotten so big." she admired tugging at one of the little girls' pigtails.

Sarah laughed as she looked up at Santana in awe. "I know! I got new dollies too! You wanna play?"

Santana looked down at the girl sympathetically, "How about tomorrow, 'kay? I promise."

"Okay!" the little Puckerman agreed then trotted off the the living room.

Puck laughed a bit at his little sisters' interaction with Santana. "We're gonna head up to bed." he said looking at Santana who nodded in agreement. Talia smiled at the two teenagers.

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night." Santana said as she made her way up the stairs as Puck followed closely behind her.

The pair walked up to Puck's room and Santana smiled as she looked around. Nothing had changed. She strolled toward his dresser where she pulled out her favorite sweatshirt of his. She pulled her shirt up over her head and pulled his sweatshirt on. Puck watched as she wiggled out of her sweatpants and kicked them to the side.

He pulled his own shirt over his head and dropped his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. In only his shirt and panties, Santana crawled into his bed and under the covers. Puck shut off the light and slipped into the bed next to her and pulled her to him so her head was on his chest.

Santana snuggled into his side, throwing her arm across his stomach while his fingers ran through her hair.

"Night Puck." she whispered before drifting off to sleep.

Puck placed a kiss to her hair and whispered, "Goodnight, Tana." before falling asleep himself.

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At Seattle Grace Hospital Mark smirked as he saw Callie leaning against the nurses' station before sauntering down the hall towards her. Saddling up next to her he gently nudged her hip to get her attention.

"Did you call them yet?" he asked flashing her his trademark smile.

Callie looked up at him and furrowed her eyebrows, "Call who?" she asked knowing exactly who he was talking about.

"You parents, Calliope."

She closed the chart she was writing in and tucked it under her arm before turning to him, "Now why would I do that?" she asked sweetly then turned away and strutted down the hall.

Mark shook his head as he jogged down the hall to catch up to her. "You have to call them." he said sternly as he slipped an arm around her waist.

"No."

"Yes." he insists. Callie shot him a glare as they walked down the hallway.

"Mark, no." she whined, stomping her foot a little. Mark's jaw dropped as he watched her.

"Did you seriously just throw a tantrum right now?" he asked incredulously. Callie narrowed her eyes before pulling away from him. "Aww, c'mon Cal. I personally thought it was cute. And sexy." he said with a wiggle of his eyebrow.
Callie couldn't help but laugh at him, "Shut up," she hissed, "and I don't want to call them."

"But you should." He said matter-of-factly.

"Oh yeah, says who?"

"Me." Mark stated proudly as he tugged her closer by the hem of her scrub shirt. Callie looked down between them and slapped his hand away that was making its way under her shirt.

"And your opinion matters why exactly?" she asked. Mark crossed his arms over his chest and pouted-actually pouted-at her. Callie rolled her eyes at his face and sighed, "Fine!" she announced, "I'll call them."

Mark grinned at her as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders bringing her into his chest, "Good." he said placing a kiss to her forehead, "Now, how about me and you slip into that on-call room over there and-"

"Sorry," she said cutting him off, "I have patients to see." With that, she stepped out of his embrace and walked down the hall, leaving him there with his jaw slack.

"Callie!" he called after her. She just winked at him over her shoulder as she stepped into her patients' room.

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