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Puck: All kinds of stuff really. I'll get sick of one thing then move to something else. Alright, fine. You know that you could have talked to me. You can always talk to me. You know that, right?
Puck: Will you come see me while your pissed? I mean you're kind of sexy when you're angry. My face is fine though. It's my hands that normally take the brunt of most of it. The most I've gotten on my face is a few scratches. I have a lot of aggression, San. Instead of punching my father in the face, I'd rather just punch someone else's face that at least knows that it's coming.
Santana: So in other words you’re just channel surfing until you get bored again. I should have talked to you? And when was that supposed to happen? Before or after people didn’t let me see you? When I had to see you lying in a hospital bed drugged up and still couldn’t go into your room? Or was I supposed to talk to you after you got out and were pretty much put on lockdown by Eli and your mom? I hate this. I hated seeing you there and on the field in pain. I hated not being able to be there for you. I’m saying no hospital gowns because if I have to see you in one again it’s just going to remind me of the fact that I couldn’t be there.
Santana: Yeah because the fact that it’s just your hands is supposed to make me feel better? I get your aggression but babe you’re the one that’s going to end up getting hurt.
Puck: No. I never forgot that. I could be. I mean, it's not like it would actually be unusual for me to do that. I do switch it up, thank you very much. I switch it up quite often. Mainly now that I can't keep watching the same movie over and over while I lay up in bed. You saying that I can't pull off a hospital gown?
Puck: Because I miss you and mom won't let me leave the house. Please? Wait. Why are you pissed? That's the only outlet I have. I used to have sex, mainly with you, but I don't do that anymore. So I need an outlet.
Santana: so what have you been bingeing since you’ve been forced to the couch potato life? I’m saying no more hospital gowns. It was hard enough seeing you in one this time around and not being able to actually talk to you only made it worde.
Santana: I miss you too. Are you kidding? Why am I pissed? We all can see what you’re doing to your hands but what about your face? I’m not accepting the whole needing an outlet thing because I’m in the same boat since you’re the last person I had sex with but you won’t see me taking one to the face.
Let’s be honest, it’s because the whole innocent and deoe eyed thing worked while you could still be young and dopey. Now that she’s an adult and has experienced life she should know better than to try and pull the same things she did when she was a kid on Full House. She’s a grown ass woman still playing to the character they wrote for her when she was going through puberty and in a super 80s and early 90s cheesy sitcom way. You know the type that wanted to be after school special-y but yet didn’t want to be like seventh heaven where you might as well had gone to church. Besides, we’re not going to talk about her time on the view and how we actually found out how conservative she was and possibly voted along party lines. The subliminal message that all people get lonely and desperate for the holidays? More than two dogs means you’re really lonely or you’re set on making your house a rescue shelter. The fact that you’re already plotting on how you’ll hide your hoarding is cause for concern. Problem just started. I actually like christmas. It’s the one time of year where my mom and my sister don’t have to work which means it actually does become lame family together time at least on christmas eve. Not to mention the holiday season in general is when people actually start getting generous and actually leave decent tips which means I get to do what I was meant to be doing which is shopping and not needing to actually hustle too hard.
Puck: I never called you an idiot, and I never will. I could have just gotten into a fight and not be in fight club. Hey now. Are you knocking my movie choices? You know, I think I should just sport the hospital gown more often. It's easy access.
Puck: Since you won't tell me what is is, can you tell me when you're going to come see me? My mom won't let me leave the house since I have to have surgery soon.
Santana: Did you forget that I know you? You’re not just out there punching morons to a pulp just for shits and giggles. I’m mot knocking your movie choices but switching it up a bit wouldn’t hurt. No more hospital gowns. They’re pretty much a dress and seeing you in one even from the hallway since they wouldn’t let me see you was too much.
Santana: i don’t know. What makes you think you should see me? I miss you but that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed about fight club.
Puck: how did you find out about fight club? well i haven't exactly been able to fight since the whole knee thing and it sucks.
Puck: but what did you get me for a present?
Santana: I found out because I’m not an idiot and it’s not like you posting a picture of bloody knuckles isn’t pretty much showing that you’re in one. Besides as many times as I had to sit through the movie I know what it’s about. Now I’m kinda glad about the knee thing even if it was hard seeing you get hurt and even worse seeing you in that stupid hospital gown.
Santana: I'm not telling you. The whole point is for it to be a surprise.
Santana: I know the whole eight days thing and me getting you a gift for every day was a thing before but since you want to go all Brad Pitt on me you can just be grateful for one gift and the fact that I’m not the one beating in that mug after finding out about your not so secret fight club.
Santana: which by the way, isn’t the first rule to not talk about it? Unless they’ve got a new rulebook their playing by.
One is enough. If you sit through watching someone give the performance of their life pretending to be in love with Candace Cameron-Bure or even Tori Spelling more than once, you pretty much are guaranteed to become a cat lady for the rest of your life with holiday hoarding issues.
Shockingly, those two have not been in any of the ones I’ve watched today. I feel like I’ve been sucked in to some like weird Christmas cheesy movie spiral that I can’t get out of. Some of these guys are pretty cute to look at though. I mean, cats are cool, but I definitely prefer dogs, so I’m not too worried on that front. But if in the future I have more than four boxes of Christmas decorations I’ll know it’s because of this, and I’ll send for help.
And it only would have been a matter of time until either one of those sad sack actresses made their guest appearance. You mean blonde hair blue eyed dream boats who look like they hit the gym at least five days a week and hit up the farmer’s market every sunday? Because that’s not really my type. I mean the whole hitting the gym thing and having abs for days I got for but not the whole farmer’s market, vying for the face of the aryan race thing. If you get more than two dogs and even one full box of christmas decorations, I’m staging a full on intervention and shipping you off to a facility. This is your only warning.
One is enough. If you sit through watching someone give the performance of their life pretending to be in love with Candace Cameron-Bure or even Tori Spelling more than once, you pretty much are guaranteed to become a cat lady for the rest of your life with holiday hoarding issues.
Shockingly, those two have not been in any of the ones I’ve watched today. I feel like I’ve been sucked in to some like weird Christmas cheesy movie spiral that I can’t get out of. Some of these guys are pretty cute to look at though. I mean, cats are cool, but I definitely prefer dogs, so I’m not too worried on that front. But if in the future I have more than four boxes of Christmas decorations I’ll know it’s because of this, and I’ll send for help.
And it only would have been a matter of time until either one of those sad sack actresses made their guest appearance. You mean blonde hair blue eyed dream boats who look like they hit the gym at least five days a week and hit up the farmer’s market every sunday? Because that’s not really my type. I mean the whole hitting the gym thing and having abs for days I got for but not the whole farmer’s market, vying for the face of the aryan race thing. If you get more than two dogs and even one full box of christmas decorations, I’m staging a full on intervention and shipping you off to a facility. This is your only warning.
And I’m pretty sure your mom probably loved the jumper cables or whatever lame last minute gift you got her. Most people actually are suckers for the holidays and getting a gift they actually like is the whole point of getting someone a present. You’re not just supposed to get someone something for the sake of just giving them something. And if you find a hot Santa that can jingle my bells then that’s when I’ll be convinced. No one actually dresses up for christmas unless they’re one of those sad people pressed for cash who work at the mall display. Sure, I’d make a hot elf or even Mrs. Claus but there’s no way I’m going near applying for a job at the mall. It’s bad enough working at Applebee’s.
I’m great at giving gifts and I’ve never given my mom something like that. The only one that might get at is my dad. Okay, I’ll see if I can find you a hot Santa, but there’s a chance that we think differently of what’s hot. If you say so, but if they pay’s great I wouldn’t turn it down.
Well unless you’re planning on putting me on your nice list I doubt that I’m ever really going to see what these great gift giving skills really are. Maybe we would have two different versions of hot but you can go ahead and scout people out for me and I can make the final decision a la Tyra Banks america’s next top model style. So in other words I should expect you to be one of Santa’s elves singing along to grandma got run over by a reindeer?
How many Lifetime Christmas movies in one day is too many? Asking for a friend.
One is enough. If you sit through watching someone give the performance of their life pretending to be in love with Candace Cameron-Bure or even Tori Spelling more than once, you pretty much are guaranteed to become a cat lady for the rest of your life with holiday hoarding issues.
19 days is enough, I got the presents last year at like the 22nd so I got time. And I’m sure that most people will be happy to get something. Besides that I don’t have a lot of gifts to get so I got time. Are you sure about that? I’ve seen a lot of Santas around. So you’re gonna be Mrs. Claus this year? And I’m sure there’s a hot santa somewhere, and I’m pretty sure that the beard look good on some people.
And I’m pretty sure your mom probably loved the jumper cables or whatever lame last minute gift you got her. Most people actually are suckers for the holidays and getting a gift they actually like is the whole point of getting someone a present. You’re not just supposed to get someone something for the sake of just giving them something. And if you find a hot Santa that can jingle my bells then that’s when I’ll be convinced. No one actually dresses up for christmas unless they’re one of those sad people pressed for cash who work at the mall display. Sure, I’d make a hot elf or even Mrs. Claus but there’s no way I’m going near applying for a job at the mall. It’s bad enough working at Applebee’s.
You might have a point there. But I still think it’s a bit early, and kids aren’t that bad, and I’m pretty sure being Santa is as bad as you make it sound like.
It’s the sixth. You’ve got less than 19 days to get your act together and find gifts for everyone that hopefully is on Santa’s naughty list or people like your mom and sister. No one actually wants to be santa. Ms. Claus maybe and even then you’ve got to save face and make an excuse as to why you’re with someone who is obsessed with kids and who also doesn’t know how to hit the gym or shave.
So when is the right time to start doing Christmas shopping? You don’t wanna start too early but you don’t wanna be too late either. I just have a feeling that people wouldn’t like it if I got them their gift just a couple of days before Christmas.
The whole point is to start early. That way you avoid idiots who don’t even know what to get their wives for christmas. Besides, you get to avoid rugrats who just go to the mall to see the fat man who is probably too hungover to even care about what they’re asking for.
Summary: Puck and Santana meet while Levi is out of town
OOC note: This took forever because I suck and life was like lmao sike on slowing down.
Santana
It was her birthday, things were supposed to go her way. At least that's how she had always assumed. Still, she wasn't sure what she was doing even reaching out to Puck. Sure she still loved him and nearly texted him every day, she probably would always feel like she needed to talk to him. No matter how many times her mind told her to stop, she couldn't. Putting the necklace on she felt different. Santana felt like there could be hope for them. Clutching onto the pendant as she left her own party she made up some lame excuse about needing to go outside. Waiting she pulled at the sleeves to her dress she placed her arms over her chest to stay warm. Now wanting to go back inside for a coat she thought better and stood her ground as she waited for Puck to show up. Catching sight of his car she smiled fondly before hiding her expression. Unsure what to say first she took a deep exhale, almost like she could breathe again. She had done the same at the dance as they swayed to the music only now there was something different. Showing her necklace on her neck she looked into his eyes. "You could have given it to me in person." No matter what she would have said nothing would have come out right. "Maybe then I wouldn't have gotten mad at you in the first place."
Puck
Getting the text from Santana, Puck didn't know exactly what he was doing. It was Santana's birthday after all. Considering his dad was out of town for business or whatever, he knew that he couldn't exactly get in trouble for what he doesn't know. As soon as he text Santana and told her that he would be on his way, he got up from his bed, getting dressed as quickly as he could. He had wanted to see her all day, but he was afraid that she didn't want to see him. The next thing he knows, Puck's in the car, on the way to Santana's party. A glimpse of hope was in his heart as he pulled up outside of the party. Parking the car, he slowly got out, taking a deep breath. Eyes glanced down at the necklace and a smile slowly appeared on his lips. "But you're wearing it. That's all that matters." Taking a step closer to her, he slid the jacket from his shoulders before wrapping it around Santana's shoulders. "Plus, it got you to text me, so I'm happy that you got mad."
Santana
Santana focused on his voice. The way it was calm and even soothing to her no matter what was going through her mind. "That's generally what you do when someone gives you jewelry. You put it on," she paused. "Unless it's tacky." She too took a step forward, her body wrapped in the scent of his cologne. "I think that's going to be the first and last time you ever are gonna be happy that I got mad." Her hands reached for his sides, holding him close enough for her to have to look up to look in his eyes. "You're just lucky I went easy on you this time," she teased with a slight bite of her lip. "Next time you won't get so lucky."
Puck
"At least you don't find it tacky," Puck said with a smirk as he reached out to grab the hem of the jacket, pulling her even closer. Fingers playing with the material, eyes looked down at his hands before looking back up at her. "It's definitely the first time that I'm happy you got mad, but it definitely helps that you're kind of sexy when you get mad. For the most part." Hands moved from the jacket to her sides, gripping them tightly. "I will tell you that you never have to go easy on me. Of course, it depends on what it's about," he said, pressing a kiss to her nose. "So what do you want to do? Or where do you want to go?"
Santana
"It's not tacky," she stated flatly, closing her eyes before feeling his lips on her skin. "It's actually kind of beautiful." She fought back the need to look down at her chest to look at her necklace again. The way the open hearts looped and how it caught the light just the right way. There was no way that it was ever going to leave her neck ever again. Holding onto Noah as tightly as she could, she needed to hold onto him to know that this was real. She had already had plenty of sleepless nights where she had tried picturing being with him like this again. "Only kind of sexy?" She teased, her back arching to cave into the feeling of his touch. "I won't go easy on you." Pulling her hand up to his cheek she rubbed her thumb against his bit of growth. "I want you to stay here with me." Santana leaned in, her lips centimeters away from his. She could already feel a near electric charge between them. "Kiss me." Her eyes locked on his, begging him for far more than a kiss with just her look. Still she couldn't admit to what she wanted just yet.
Puck
"Good. I'm really glad that you think so, and that I have good taste in jewelry." Eyes moved down to look at the necklace again, a smile playing at his lips. Just having her in front of him again, he felt like he was whole again. The past week has just absolutely killed him, being apart from Santana. He knew that it was all of his fault, especially since he did tell her that he wouldn't let anyone come between the two of them. "You're always sexy to me, baby. You know that." At her demand, Puck slowly nodded before closing the distance between them, latching his lips onto hers. His body pretty much melted against hers as he wrapped his arms around her frame. The kiss was hungry, for the most part. He definitely wanted more between the two of them, but most importantly, it was just nice to have her kissing him again. A hand moved to tangle into her hair before he pulled away ever so slightly. "So where are we going?"
Santana
Baby. No matter how many times he said it, no matter what the occasion, the one simple word could make her melt. Her tongue moved with his kissing him to make up for lost time. Moaning she continued, sucking at his bottom lip she felt a tingle at the pit of her stomach only making her want more. Her lips swollen from the kiss and out of breath she was caught by surprise by his question. The party going on at her house complete with a guest list comprised of mostly strippers and friend she didn't want to explain things to later she didn't care. "Anywhere," she whispered, pecking his lips again. "I don't care. I just want you." Her lungs begging for air she took a breath before kissing him, pushing him back towards his car where they could at least both be out of the cold.
Puck
When she spoke again, Puck glanced up at the house, ears finally registering the music coming from the house. "Alright," he said, voice barely above a whisper. When she started pushing him towards the car, he smiled into the kiss before feeling his arm hit the car. Pulling away from the kiss, he opened the door to the back seat, taking a deep breath. "Wait. We can actually go somewhere that's more appropriate than my back seat." Closing the door, brown eyes looked at Santana's. "You deserve better than my back seat."
Santana
Pausing when he stopped she wondered if this was too good to be true. If no matter what she said maybe he honestly didn't want her any more. Stopping and searching his eyes instead she melted. "You act like this is my first time," she teased. "I don't need candles and rose pedals." Still she didn't climb into the back seat just yet. Maybe he was right. Santana didn't know what tomorrow would mean, she wasn't even sure if they would both regret everything in the morning, but having sex in the back seat as thrilling as it was wasn't how they were supposed to come back to each other. "Where do you want to go?" She still was close, holding onto his sides. "It's not like people can see us," she shook her head knowing that if anyone found out that they were together that everything would get back to Levi. "It just has to be me and you." Santana's hands drifting down his chest and stopping at his abs. "Your car seems like the only option we've got."
Puck
"I know it's not your first time. I mean, I think we could make a rabbi or priest blush." Licking his lips, Puck brought a hand up to run through his hair. Trying to figure out a place that they could go without anyone seeing them. "It will just be us. No one else will be around." Shaking his head, he thought for a moment before reaching to pull his keys put of his pocket. "Wait," he said, searching for a specific key. "I might still have.. yeah. I got it." A smile grew on his face before holding up the key to the beach house. "Mom was letting me stay at the beach house for awhile, and I still have the key. We can totally go there, and no one would find out." Searching her eyes for a moment, Puck just smiled at her. "Come on." He stepped away from her before gently pulling her towards the passenger side door of his car. "Let's get out of here."
Santana
"You can take the rabbi if I take the priest," she laughed while getting into the passenger's seat. Pecking a quick kiss she held back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Taking her seat she crossed her legs, still pulling her body towards his seat. Letting Puck get settled she waited until he put the car in drive before taking his hand and intertwining their fingers. Her head resting on the headrest she smiled over towards him. Not saying a word she instead hummed to the music playing softly on the radio.
Puck
"Deal," Puck said, before he allowed her to get settled into the seat. He closed the door quickly before running over to the driver's side, climbing in himself. Starting the car up, he peeled out of the driveway, heading towards the beach house. Feeling her hand in his, he brought it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the back of it. For Puck, the drive to the beach house felt way too long. He was ready to just be with Santana, but didn't want to just have some quickie in his backseat. He wanted to savor every moment that he had with her because he wasn't sure if it would ever happen again. Squeezing her hand, he pulled into the driveway, looking over at Santana as he let go of her hand, putting the vehicle in park.
Santana
This was crazy, even if it felt right for the two of them to be together again, it was crazy to think of how one person wanted them not to be together. Getting out of the car Santana immediately reached her hand towards Puck's. Letting him lead the way she held a smile on her face before getting to the door. Unable to hold off for any longer Santana kisses his lips at the door. Arms at his shoulders she pulled him closer. Giving him a change to open the door she still continued. If she had been good all this time how was she expected to behave even now? Walking backwards she bit onto his lip, letting her hunger show. "I miss you," she whispered, still closing her eyes before kissing down his jawline to get to his pulse point.
Puck
Walking up to the door, he fumbled with the keys in his hand when he felt her lips on his. What took a minute to open the door, he took the chance to breathe for a moment, knowing he wouldn't be getting much air soon. Feeling her teeth in his lip, a low groan escaped him, using his foot to close the door. "I miss you too, San," he said, gripping her hips tightly to pull her even closer to him. "Fuck," he muttered, loving the feeling of her lips on his skin. In one swoop, he lifted her up before moving to carry her up the stairs slowly, not wanting to fall with her. Finally moving up to a bedroom, he kicked the door open with his foot before moving to lay her on the bed.
Santana
Those five words might not have meant much to him but to her it was all she had been wanting to hear for days. Back landing on the bed she felt too far away from him. Her body craved more of him. Holding onto his side she pulled him closer on top of her. Santana's hips moved towards him, wanting to feel more pressure. Lips meeting his again she rolled her hips again, completely aware of just how much her dress had ridden up. Slender legs making way for his body she reached towards the bottom of his shirt, only breaking their kiss to move the fabric over his head. Harsh breathing filled the room as she paused to appreciate his body. His abs always had the ability to drive her crazy. Fingertips grazing over his muscles she didn't take long before getting to the button of his jeans. "These need to come off," she practically whined before undoing the button. Now biting her own lip she palmed over the looser pants feeling him grow hard beneath her. "Mine," she whispered, showing just how possessive she could be. Her chest heaved with anticipation. Ruining the moment for a bit she sighed before looking into his eyes. "Condom." Just the one word breaking how she usually would just let him be without one thanks to birth control and knowing he usually was safe with other girls before her. Still she didn't know if that had changed or if he had been with someone while they were apart. Focusing on him she knew that for however long they were in that room the rest of the world didn't exist.(edited)The room filled with moans as their bodies moved in sync. Santana's lips going to his ear, her chest pressed against his before she dragged her nails down his back, only encouraging him to b rougher with hr. Moaning louder she tried burying her moans into his shoulder, her legs hitching even further up his body to give him new angles. Not saying anything but letting her body speak for her she shuttered beneath him, back arching off the mattress before her body. Eyes closing to the bliss she scratched at his back even more before letting go of his body and moving her hips away from his. Still sensitive she made sure to stay away from his hands giving him some space she still kissed his lips and made room for him on the bed. "That was..." Her body slightly sore. Still she didn't say much unsure if he would say that it was a mistake or not.
Puck
Feeling her move away from him, Puck rolled over onto his side, chest still heaving. Just the one word leaving her lips, a smirk appeared across his lips. "That what?" Head rested on the pillow as his arm moved to drape across her. "Just so you know, I wasn't with anyone else after we broke up. I'm kind of assuming that's why you kind of requested a condom, and I completely understand." Raising up, he leaned over to press a kiss to her lips again, leaving them there for a moment. His thumb ran over her skin, on her side. "Are you okay?" He laid his head back down on the pillow, brown eyes just looking at her. Moving his arm off of her, he pulled the blankets over the both of them. "You're a bit quiet." Swallowing hard, Puck was afraid that she wouldn't want to look at him again once they went back out into the real world.
Santana
"Yeah," she breathed, "I'm okay." Really she wasn't even sure how she felt. "It's just-" she looked over to him but didn't say anything, hoping that he would understand what she meant by her look. Knowing that they couldn't keep this up. "I didn't know what you did or how you were moving on and it's better for us to be safe." She shrugged hating that he picked up on her small cues. Moving into his arms she curled against him. "But that... it was great." Had it ben bad it would have made things easier. If things were horrible between them maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much. "I don't want to leave this room," she admitted. "And if I say too much it's just going to ruin it." She swallowed back more emotion. "This. Us."
Puck
"You wouldn't have to worry about me, or who I've been with. The only girl that I've been with recently is you. Only you." Looking at her, he brought a hand up to brush some hair away from her face. "But yeah. I get the whole safe thing." His voice was soft, almost unsure. Having her in his arms again, Puck felt like he could relax. He felt like he didn't have to worry about anything when they were together. "I don't either," he said, breath escaping him. "But don't worry about saying too much. I mean, we've always been honest with each other, right? Why stop now?" He brought their hands up clasping their hands together before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "You should say whatever you want to say. I just..want us to be okay. Even if we're not together." It felt like his heart was breaking with the last five words he uttered.
Santana
Chewing on her lip she concentrated on Puck's voice, noticing how it didn't falter. "I didn't know." She focused on his chest. Her hand going towards his collarbone. "I thought maybe you would have hooked up with someone." She searched his eyes, focusing on his warm hues. "I want us to be okay too. And I want you to know that what I said about not wanting to be in love with you, it's just because it's easier." She finally admitted to what she knew had caused him pain. "But I do, and that's what hurts the most is knowing that it's not because we didn't work, it's because we did." She sighed wanting to kiss him. "I just don't know how we're supposed to move on when I just want you."
Puck
Puck nodded, giving Santana a small, reassuring smile. "It's okay. But I haven't slept with anyone because I still feel like I would betray you. You know, with me still having feelings for you and all that." Looking away, Puck took a deep breath as Santana spoke. Furrowing his eyebrows together, he looked down at the necklace. "I don't know, San. I hate that we're not together, but I also hate that we're not really friends anymore." Closing his eyes, he tried to keep his emotions in check.
Santana
Santana gave a small smile knowing that he still loved her or at least felt for her. "Yeah, i haven't either." She took a breath with him. "I haven't wanted anyone to touch me besides you." Her hands went to his broad shoulders wanting to memorize every inch of him. "I hate that we're not together too, but how are we just supposed to get past that?" She shifted some to face him more. "How am I just supposed to not want us back when all I keep wondering is what if I don't get this with anybody else?" As much as she didn't believe in love before and as strong of a front she pretended to put up, she still feared that she wouldn't get the feelings she had with Puck. "And if we do... do we just watch each other move on?"
Puck
"Same here," Puck said, eyes searching hers. "I don't want to be with anyone else until I've moved on." A sigh escaped him before muttering a few words. "Even if I don't want to move on." With Santana's questions, his face fell, sadness covering his features. "You'll find someone that can give you what I give you. Or gave you. You just have to open up to someone like you open up to me." He pressed his forehead against the side of her head, breath catching in his throat. Puck didn't even want to think about moving on, but he knew that he had to. "We might have to. But we can always talk about how we feel about it." Brown eyes looked into hers after he lifted his head up.
Santana
“I don’t feel like we should.” She emphasized the word feel for effect. “It just feels like we’re just letting him win and I wish that if this didn’t work, if we weren’t supposed to be together then fine, but it’s not. Sometimes I wish that I don’t know you would have cheated or that we didn’t work out because then it would be easier but he’s the only one making us be apart. I hate that you feel like you have to protect me and my family all while he’s got this hold on you.” She placed her hands on his face, cupping it lightly in her hands. “There’s only one you.”
Puck
As Santana spoke, a sad look took over his features. "You can think that I cheated on you, if it'd help you feel better." He'd never cheat on her though. Ever. It would have killed him to cheat on her. Tongue darted out to lick his lips when he felt her hands on his face. "I want away from him, San. He's making my life a living hell. He's keeping me away from you, and I don't want that. I want to be with you." He pressed his forehead against hers. "If my dad wasn't such a sneaky son of a bitch, I'd say we could still date secretly." Clearing his throat, he pulled his forehead away from her. "But there's someone that would treat you the way that I do. I know that there is."
Santana
"Yeah because it'll be that easy to convince myself that you did that." Santana pulled away from him now. Pouting some she shook her head. "I know you wouldn't do that to me." She looked towards the ceiling. "Mostly because you know I'd kill you but also because I know you." Santana pulled the sheets up to cover her chest. "I want you away from him too, but I know what it's like to not have a dad around. I know that it's hard even if he's like Levi. I don't want to have to hide." She shook her head knowing that she didn't want to have to hide in the shadows just so that his dad didn't find out about them. "So I guess this is goodbye."
Puck
A look of pain crossed his face at that last word that she had said. "I don't want this to be goodbye, Santana." He sat up, feeling like his heart was in his stomach. "Why does it have to be goodbye?" Sliding off the bed, he stood up, looking for his boxers. Once he found them, he slid them on before running a hand through his hair. That one word made Puck want to just crumble or just curl up in a ball. Why did his dad have to be such an ass? "I don't want to lose you," he said in a low voice as he sat on the bed again, back to her.
Santana
Already shifting again she shifted onto her knees pulling the sheets up with her. Moving behind him Santana kissed his shoulder, arms wrapping around him she just held onto him for a moment to get him to calm down. "I don't want to lost you either. And I'm always going to love you." Santana kissed just below his earlobe. "He's not going to let me see you or be around you. So long as you're living with him or under his roof he's just going to keep us apart."
Puck
Puck felt defeated. Everything that had just happened felt great, but the conversation that they were having was kind of bumming him out. "I'm always going to love you too, San." He brought a hand up, resting it on her arm. "I can work on that. I hate that we have to stay apart because of him." Chin moved to his chest, thumbnails started to scrape against each other, fidgeting. "I hate that I hurt you. I'm so sorry." Shoulders slumped over before he buried his face into his hands.
Santana
“Hey,” she started. “Look at me.” Angling her body around him she held onto his chin to hold his focus. “You love me, and we can get through this.” A sense of hope filled her just saying the words aloud. “Maybe this love crap wasn’t supposed to come easy.” Lips hovering over his she pulled in for a kiss. Slow and deliberate she made sure to show him just how much she meant that they could make it through. Whether they would work things out now or later, it didn’t matter to her. Pulling away from the kiss she made sure to fix what was left of her lipstick. “You’re going to have to explain the whole working on getting away from him thing because I don’t see how that’s going to happen before you turn eighteen.”
Puck
At her command, Puck opened his eyes to look at her, heart skipping a beat. "Love is never easy. Or so I've heard." His voice was soft, considering how close they were. When her lips were on his, he immediately kissed her back, knowing he wanted to kiss her now while he had the opportunity. He dreaded going back to reality because he was going to start missing her again. Puck's desire to have her would grow all over again, making him yearn for her. When she pulled away, eyes moved down to her lips. Nodding, he carefully thought about what she wanted to know. "I could always move in with someone else or I could get emancipated or whatever. Get a place of my own." Shrugging, he took a deep breath. "I'd have to get an actual job instead of relying on the pool cleaning business."
Santana
Resting on her heels she took a moment to take in what he had just said. "Wait, you're serious?" She hadn't put much thought in Puck actually leaving his house. He surely had a lot more to lose than just his father. The money, the comfort that came with being the mayor's son. If she were in his shoes would she give it all up? She knew what it was like to go from having everything anyone could ever want to hardly scraping by. "What about football and the money?" She paused. "Your mom." She gave him small things to think about even if part of her wanted to tell him that he should go with his instinct, that he needed to get away from his toxic environment. "Babe this isn't just for me, I know that but I just don't want you to make a decision that might hurt the one person who would end up being stuck with the consequences and who might end up getting hurt the most."
Puck
Hearing her question, Puck shrugged before nodding. "Well yeah. I mean, I'm ready to get away from my dad, but I just haven't thought of a solid plan of how I'm going to get away from him." He licked his lips, looking up at her for a moment. This is something that he didn't take lightly. "I can still play football, and money is just an object. It's nice, but I'm sure I could find a job that could pay rent or something." When Santana brought up his mother, eyes moved to look down. Puck listened as she continued to speak, head bobbing slowly up and down. "Maybe I can try to convince my mom to divorce him or something? And we can keep one of the houses. Plus, I could still get a job and help her out. What do you think?" He brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck, mind starting to overthink.
Santana
Money is just an object. That's what she constantly had to remind herself of even if it was hard not to think of how much better her life would be if she was back under her father's roof. Sighing she nodded and shifted to sit next to him. Sheets still covering her body she took his hand in hers. "I think it's a plan that needs to be ironed out but it's got some potential. I mean I've heard of worse plans." She gave his hand a small squeeze moving closer to his side, resting her chin on his shoulder. "And you know no matter what I'm gonna support you." Her eyes softened to look at him. She knew what she had said only complicated things but she still needed him to now that she would be there for him in some way. "I don't know where that leaves us, but if it comes down to you leaving your dad's place and being on your own, I just thought you should know that you do have me."
Puck
Puck looked down at their hands when she squeezed his, a small smile forming on his lips. To hear her say that his plan had potential, it really meant a lot. He had been thinking about the plan for a month or so now. He side eyed her, not really wanting to hit her head with his. "Does that mean that you're going to help me move and do all of the heavy lifting?" Turning his head slightly, he quickly winked at Santana before looking straight ahead again. "But thank you," Puck said, taking a deep breath. "Maybe this means that we're friends again at least?"
Santana
"Yeah all the heavy lifting," she teased. "Because we all know who actually has the guns in this." She failed to say relationship, not wanting to make it seem like more of a statement than just a bad joke to cut the tension. Running her hands over his shoulders she hinted at a smile. "Something like that," she replied in response to his comment about what they were. Hiding her face behind his shoulder she pressed her nose against his skin, only showing her eyes before kissing his muscles softly. Pulling away she sighed once again resting on her heels. "But, if we're going to be any more than complete shut ins... maybe I should go home." She placed her hands together, nervously looking at her nail beds. Funny how she suddenly became hyper aware of what she did when she was nervous or sad even in front of him. "You don't have to take me. I can call an uber or something and you can stay here."
Puck
A small smile played at his lips as she spoke. "You have all the guns with all of your badass-ery." Hand moved to grip her bicep gently before letting go, knowing that he'd just want to pull her closer to him, and that would just give him hope that Santana would actually want to stay with him. "What? We can't be shut ins for one night? Forget about the outside world and just spend time together, even though we're not together." He paused for a moment before shaking his head. "That made sense right?" At her last couple of sentences, Puck shook his head again. "What? No. If you want to go home, I can take you home. Then I can come back here and just do nothing but eat pizza and drink beer." Browns eyes looked at her before tucking some hair behind her ear.
Santana
"I don't think you get how hard it is actually knowing that we do have to leave," she groaned as she shifted back onto the bed. Her body still aching from the exertion. Turning her head to look at him sh motioned for him to come next to her. Smiling she rolled her eyes. "Only a little." It still pained her knowing that they weren't together but knowing they could still be the way they were was a slight comfort. "Don't just start slacking off. You still have a state championship to go get me." Un intentionally she reached her hands to his abs bringing her lips closer to his. "Well that and you should know that I don't do fatties so the second you start getting a gut is the minute I start looking for someone new."
Puck
As she groaned, Puck looked over at her, shaking his head a bit, disagreeing with her. "I do get how hard it is. All I wanted to do tonight was be by your side and give you your present after everyone left." Eyes glanced down at the necklace that was dormant on her neck. Feeling Santana's hands on his skin, a breath left him as a smile slowly appeared on his lips. "You know good and well that I won't get fat. I work out way too much for that." Licking his lips, Puck pressed his forehead to hers before his hands grabbed at her waist. "I just want to stay here with you. Even if we just eat pizza and stuff, at least it would be with you."
Santana
Eyes focusing on his she smiled beneath his touch. “Well you didn’t talk about hitting the gym any time between then.” She bit her lip, glancing down at where his hand was. Taking a breath she focused in him again, her eyes softening all at once. Practically melting she nodded. “Okay.” Her own hand reached up to his face. She already started feeling the pull at her heart strings. “You really do love me.” The realization hitting her all at once. Swallowing back the lump in her throat she glanced down at his lips. “You still helped make my birthday worth while.”
Puck
"Babe, I always hit the gym. Almost everyday. You should know this by now, San." At the way she was looking at him, the smile on Puck's face grew. At her sentence, his brows crinkled together a bit. She thought that he didn't love her? "Of course I love you. Did you not think that I did or something?" Bringing a hand up, Puck tucked some hair behind her ear, keeping his forehead pressed against hers. "I'm glad. That was my intentions all along," he said with a cheesy grin on his face.
Santana
“Trust me, I know all about your gym habits and I’m not considered cardio in case you ever needed me to clear that up.” Hiding her eyes she shrugged. “I don’t know. After it all happened I was trying to be fine and then when I was alone I guess I started thinking that maybe... maybe you didn’t or maybe I loved you more than you loved me.” She sighed finally admitting what she hadn’t admitted to anyone else. “But now.” She paused hoping that he wouldn’t panic at the thought of what she had just said. “I’m not worried about that. I’m not worried about whether or not you love me because I know the truth.”
Puck
"Oh you're not? I think my body feels like I just ran a marathon." Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, letting his lips linger there for a moment. With his ears taking in her words, Puck's eyes moved towards his lap. He wasn't completely sure on how to take what she was saying. "So you thought that I really didn't love you?" His voice was soft as he spoke, still trying to figure out his feelings. "I hope you know now that I do love you. Very much." Taking a deep breath, Puck pulled his forehead away from hers before pressing his lips against hers for a moment.
Santana
“That just means you have to work on your endurance,” she teased pulling away from him after the quick kiss. Breathing calmer she nodded her head before shifting back onto the bed with a smile. “Oh really? Very much?” She smiled even wider now m, her hand reaching up to the beautiful necklace he had gotten her. “I think I’m going to need some more convincing.” She quirked a brow before tugging at the sheet. “But you just ran a marathon so I guess I’m gonna have to wait.”
Puck
Pursing his lips, Puck slowly shook his head before a smirk slowly appeared on his face. "I'm sure that you could help me with that," he said, voice lowering. He nodded at her questions before biting his lower lip. "Oh really now?" Shifting, he moved to lay her back on the bed, his body moving on top of hers while he shook his head. "You don't have to wait, baby." Hand moved for the sheet as his lips captured hers. Puck settled his body on top of hers, never breaking the kiss.
Santana
Smiling the entire time as he shifted over her she focused on the way he smiled and the way he kissed her. Lips moving in sync with his she leaned up to only deepen the kiss even more as she settled her head into the pillow. Arms reaching to hold onto his neck she finally stopped to catch her breath. "Well you've got tonight so you better make it count." Body already prepared for more she widened her legs letting him settle between them. For now she wasn't going to think about what tomorrow meant or how complicated things were. For now she was only going to enjoy the fact that it was her birthday and that she had a guy she loved with her.
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