In Lima, Ohio the sun shone brightly through the windows of Noah Puckerman's bedroom effectively causing the sleeping Latina to stir. Santana winced as the bright light hit her eyes then buried her face more into Puck's back. Her plan to shield herself from the sun's rays failed when Puck flipped over onto his back.
Santana groaned as her face was fully exposed and tried to push Puck back onto his side.
"Puck." she whined, "Move back." She tried to wake him up, pushing at his shoulder, calling out his name but nothing would wake the dead asleep teen.
She huffed when she realized that he wasn't getting up anytime soon unless...
Ever so quietly, Santana reached up, using her forefinger and thumb, to gently pinch his nose shut. No more than two seconds later Puck sprung out of bed gasping for breath while Santana laid with a accomplished smirk.
After catching his breath he turned to her with a glare, "What the fuck was that for?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "You're dumbass wouldn't get up," she sneered, "Its not my fault you sleep like a goddamn log."
"Please inform me what was so damn important that you decided it would be a good idea to kill me, Satan."
"I needed you to shut the curtains." she simply answered. Puck stared at her incredulously as he yawned and ran a hand through his hair.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he grumbled, "that's your reason? You need me to shut the curtains. God gave you two legs, San, use them."
"Shut up." she growled and slapped his arm, "Get your ass up and shut the damn curtains before I ends you"
"Bitch." Puck said under his breath as he stood up from the bed and walked over to his windows roughly pulling the curtains shut. "Happy now Princess Pain in the Ass?" he asked sarcastically as he walked back toward her and flopped back down on the bed.
"Blissfully." He couldn't help but smirk as she leaned over and rewarded him with a kiss to the cheek.
"Good." he yawned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "You gonna talk to your parents today?"
Santana was silent for a few moments before answering, "Do I have to?" she pouted, legit pouted, up at him and Puck couldn't hold in his laughter.
"Yeah. You kinda do." he said quietly, "Like eventually."
"I guess you're right." she mumbled as she closed her eyes again.
Puck smirked, "Of course I'm right. Puckzilla is never wrong, babe."
"Cocky are we?" she questioned then leaned over to look over at the clock on his bedside table, "And It's not even noon yet."
"Only for you, baby." Puck said as he kissed her forehead. The two teenagers fell back into a comfortable silence before going to sleep for another few hours.
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Derek Shepherd had seen many things in his life. He had seen a man come into the hospital with an axe plunged into his head. He had seen his sisters make out with numerous boyfriends in numerous places. Hell, he had even caught his wife cheating on him with his best friend. What he has not seen is Callie Torres throw a tantrum. Not just any tantrum, but the tantrum to end all tantrums. That was, up until a minute ago.
He watched with an amused smirk on his face as Callie seemed to be knocking Mark down a couple notches with her colorful language.
Addison stopped in her tracks as she spotted her husband standing gazing intently at something she couldn't see. Making her way up to him she lightly nudged his shoulder and followed his gaze.
"What are you staring at?" she questioned.
Derek smirked and gestured to the couple still arguing down the hall, "Mark getting his head chewed off." Addie's jaw dropped as she watched her best friend use very animated hand gestures that would leave some to wonder exactly what she was saying.
"What's happening?" she asked as she squinted her eyes to try and read Callie's lips.
"No idea." he shrugged. They both continued watch what could only be called a one-sided argument due to the fact that Mark hadn't seemed to get a word in at all. "Twenty bucks says it has something to do with the new RN that got added to Mark's surgical team." Derek bet.
Addie laughed as she shook her head, "Nah." she denied, "Fifty says it has something to do with the fact that Mark is a pestering asshole." Derek turned to his wife and raised a challenging eyebrow that she couldn't help but shoot him one back.
"You're on." They shook hands and got comfortable while they waited to see who would come out on top.
After a few more minutes of watching the couple argue Addison and Derek gasped as Callie kneed Mark in the thigh then proceeded to storm down the hallway.
Mark clutched his thigh as he walked toward the smiling couple that had watched the entire thing.
"You okay there buddy?" Derek asked while trying to hold in his laughter.
Mark angrily shook his head, "Hell no I'm not okay." he snapped then turned to Addison, "You're best friend is crazy!"
"So are you." Addison shot back. "Which is why you two were practically made for each other."
Derek couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, "What was that about anyway?" he asked between gasps of air.
"All I wanted her to do was call her parents. Talk to them." he replied innocently as possible, "When she didn't do that, I decided to call them myself."
Addison gaped at him. "You really are an idiot aren't you?"
"I don't see what the big problem is Addison. I called them and they happily invited us to visit them in Miami next week." At that statement Addison slapped the back of his head. "Ow! Enough with the Seattle Women Abuse." he groaned rubbing the back of his, probably, bruised head.
"You deserve everything she does to you, Manwhore." Addison told him.
"Shut up." he said as he began to walk away, "And it's reformed Manwhore." he said over his shoulder.
Addison rolled her eyes as she turned to her husband, "That sounded like Mark being a pestering asshole to me." she stated as she held her palm out. Derek chuckled as he reached into his pocket and pulled a fifty dollar bill out of his wallet and placed it in her hand. "Thank you." she smiled as she placed a kiss to his cheek and strolled down the hallway.
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Santana held her breath as she quietly inched her front door open and, as quietly as she could, closed it behind her. She had spent the entire day at Puck's and hoped her parents were in bed already. Her hopes were shot to hell when her mother walked out with her arms crossed over chest.
"Nice try." Aria remarked and Santana mentally prepared herself for the hurricane that was coming her way. "Where were you?"
"At Puck's." she mumbled almost whispered.
"Santana Lopez you know how I hate mumbling. Speak up."
Santana looked up at her mother, "I was at Puck's." she stated more clearly.
Aria nodded at her daughter, "And did you not have your phone at Puck's?" she sneered, "A phone call letting us know you were okay would've been nice. Your father was worried sick."
Just then her father walked out behind her mother and leaned over to place a kiss on Santana's forehead, "No I wasn't." he said to his wife before turning back to his daughter, "We're just glad you're home, mija."
Santana sent a mocking smile over at her mom, "I'm fine, Papi." she reassured her father.
Aria looked between her daughter and her husband and shook her head, "I don't know why you baby her, Antonio. She snuck out and didn't even bother to leave a note or something."
Antonio looked over at his wife, "Aria, she already ran away to Seattle for almost two weeks without us knowing. How much more harm could she cause staying at a friend's house for one night?"
"About that-" before Santana could finish her sentence her mother glared at her father.
"That's not the point, Antonio. She's -"
"Old enough to make her own choices." Antonio finished. Santana nodded enthusiastically and received her own glare from her mother. "
"Oh yeah? Did your daughter tell you of her choice to date Noah Puckerman?" Aria asked defiantly. Santana's eyes widened as her father turned around to face her.
"What?" he questioned.
"Daddy, let me explain. He -"
"Is not suitable for you to be dating." Her mother interjected. "And if that boy is anything like his father was then -"
"You don't know anything about him!" Santana shouted before storming past her parents and running to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Aria looked over at her husband, "Antonio -"
He simply held up his hand before climbing the stairs and making his way to his daughter. He reached her bedroom door where he knocked quietly and only entered after he heard the muffled 'Come in.' from the other side.
Santana was sitting in the middle of her bed clutching onto her pillow so that the anger that was inside her wouldn't cause her to blow up. Antonio made his way over to the bed and sat down at the edge.
"Santana your mother only wants the best for you." he stated.
Santana scoffed, "Her idea as the best is me being alone for the rest of my life."
"She loves you, mija. But sometimes she has a funny way of showing it."
Antonio watched as his daughter looked up at him, the slightest tears pricking her eyes, "I really care about him, dad. And no one, not mom, not you is going to stop me from being with him."
"I understand that, dear but do you think -"
"Yes." she said cutting off her father. "I know we're young and stuff but I care about him and he cares about me."
Antonio took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay."
Santana perked up at her father, "Really? Just like that?"
"Yes." he reassured her, "If you care about this boy as much as you say you do I have no problems against him." Santana smiled and lunged toward her father wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Thank you, daddy."
"Don't thank me yet, pumpkin." he told her and she raised a curious eyebrow as she pulled away from him, "Your grandparents called today. They want us to visit them in Miami next week."
"What? Are you kidding? Please tell me you're kidding."
"Nope. We leave next Monday." he said sadly. Santana sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
"Can I at least bring Puck?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes.
"Santana..."
"Please daddy. Please." she pleaded, pouting her lips.
Antonia sighed and looked down at his daughter. He could never deny her anything, "Okay. I will make the arrangements."
Santana grinned up at her father and hugged him again. "Thanks dad." she repeated. Antonio nodded and kissed her forehead.
"Get some sleep, sweetheart."
"Goodnight." she smiled at him one last time before he walked out of her room and shut the door behind him.