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I'm tired.

Hi, I'm back from the shore.

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Did I really just read 16 chapters in one day?

ay dios mio.

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Jersey Shore with some Cheerios.

Glad to be out of that hell hole.

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I'm getting out of Lima for a while.

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Santana crossed her arms again and felt the tears coming down faster. She sighed annoyed with herself and turned back around at his statement, shooting him a death glare. “Oh?” She spat out, feeling her voice raising an octave. “That’s all I am to you? An easy fuck?” Her anger got the best of her and she tuned out the rest of his comments, instead opting to storm around the island until she stood in front of him, and started pounding on his chest while hysterically crying, her emotions flooding overboard. Her sobs started to shake her entire body and she hit him one last time before sinking down to the floor. 

“No! That’s not what I meant.” Puck echoed her sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Did you even hear anything I just said?” Her punches didn’t hurt that much at first, but he still tried to catch her wrists to get her to stop freaking out so much. He didn’t succeed, and that last hit actually stung. Swearing under his breath, he sank down on the floor beside her, rubbing his chest and moving to push her hair out of her face again. The tears sort of freaked him out, if he was honest. She was Santana Lopez. She didn’t cry…at least not in front of him. Puck couldn’t stop himself from reaching forward to brush some of them away. “I said that if it was just for fucking, I’d only be around for sex. Besides, there are plenty of girl’s who’d fuck me right now.” He shrugged. “And I’m here with you instead.”

Santana took a couple deep breaths and tried to hide her face, realizing it was too late once he started wiping her tears away. She looked at him and felt her chest swell up again, feeling some kind of emotion from him, unsure of what it was just yet. Her eyes ran up his chest and settled on his face, a grimace taking over her own. "You're not making this any better saying that." She cleared her throat and looked back down at the floor. "I told you how I felt...You haven't told me how you felt yet." She said, barely above a whisper and spoke louder. "Please leave."

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Once she heard his footsteps behind her, she released a small breath, glad he hadn’t rejected her…yet. She kept her head down and played with the hem of her shirt, willing herself to hold herself together and not break down in front of him. Santana looked up slowly and watched him dig the spoon into the carton, her heart swelling up when he licked his lips. She felt pathetic for feeling the way she did, she didn’t fall for just anyone. Hell, this was probably the first, and only, crush she’d had. If you could call it that. She cringed slowly at his statement and looked back down, happy her hair was long enough to shield her face because she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold herself together. She was already feeling tears start to trickle down her face. “Yeah…for sex..” Her voice broke on the last word and she turned around completely. 

Digging his spoon back into the ice cream, he stopped halfway to his mouth and spilled some over onto the counter. Muttering under his breath, Puck scooped it up into his hand and tossed the melting dessert into the sink. “Well, yeah. You’re a good lay, Lopez, I’m not gonna lie.” His shoulders raised and fell in a half-shrug, but he leaned across the bar to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “But not just sex. If it was just for a fuck, I’d never be over here except for a booty call.” Thinking back, Puck realized that he was over here a hell of a lot when she asked. Maybe it’d just taken a kick in the ass to get him moving. “I buy you churros. You think I’d do that for just anybody?”

Santana crossed her arms again and felt the tears coming down faster. She sighed annoyed with herself and turned back around at his statement, shooting him a death glare. "Oh?" She spat out, feeling her voice raising an octave. "That's all I am to you? An easy fuck?" Her anger got the best of her and she tuned out the rest of his comments, instead opting to storm around the island until she stood in front of him, and started pounding on his chest while hysterically crying, her emotions flooding overboard. Her sobs started to shake her entire body and she hit him one last time before sinking down to the floor. 

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Santana looked down at his foot, irritated, and backed up crossing her arms in the process. She eyed the ice cream he had and the flashback of her throwing the other carton across the kitchen reminded her she probably would need some more soon. She sighed in defeat and motioned towards the kitchen, turning on her heel and walking towards in trying to figure out what she wanted to say exactly. As soon as she got to the kitchen, she scanned the mess she had made and ran her fingers through her messy hair, taking a seat at the bar stool and looking up at him. “Fine. I’ll admit it. I’ve been in lo..um..I’ve liked you since eighth grade. Happy?”

Trying not to smirk because she was going to let him inside, Puck stepped over the threshold and shrugged out of his jacket before following her into the kitchen. He didn’t sit, but stood on the opposite side of the bar and slid the ice cream across it to her. He took in the rearranged kitchen and blinked, not even asking about it. Instead, he leaned against the bar and raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. “Since eighth grade?” He had to bite back the damn, I was a little stud since he guessed that wouldn’t be appreciated right now. Puck cleared his throat and traced out a pattern on the marble with his finger. “Still now?” Without bothering to wait for an answer, he reached across to open the ice cream and grabbed a spoon from the drawer, taking a quick bite and then pointing the spoon at her. “Well,” he said, licking his lips free of ice cream. “You had to know there’s something there. I always come back to you.” For sex, mostly, but that was because it was what they were both familiar and comfortable with. The sex shark and the lizard didn’t really do love. Or so he’d thought. 

Once she heard his footsteps behind her, she released a small breath, glad he hadn't rejected her...yet. She kept her head down and played with the hem of her shirt, willing herself to hold herself together and not break down in front of him. Santana looked up slowly and watched him dig the spoon into the carton, her heart swelling up when he licked his lips. She felt pathetic for feeling the way she did, she didn't fall for just anyone. Hell, this was probably the first, and only, crush she'd had. If you could call it that. She cringed slowly at his statement and looked back down, happy her hair was long enough to shield her face because she knew she wouldn't be able to hold herself together. She was already feeling tears start to trickle down her face. "Yeah...for sex.." Her voice broke on the last word and she turned around completely. 

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Santana was fed up with her summer vacation already. It was blow after blow, and she was done with everyone. For now, that was. She sighed and read a text from Karofsky about another party. Her last party experience ended…well…not too good. She had left everyone drunken messages and poured her, drunken, heart out to Puck. Puck. The name even drove her crazy. After taking a moment to scroll through some emails she had gotten from her parents from their vacation, she stood up and walked downstairs slowly, grabbing a carton of Ben and Jerry’s and a spoon and settled herself on the counter, letting her legs dangle over the side of the counter.

Her mind started racing and she even felt a tear, what the fuck was it doing on her face? Out of instinct, she tossed the carton across the room and wiped her eyes roughly, losing her mind just sitting there. She slid off the counter easily and dropped the spoon in the sink dully, her eyes wandering over to the collection of cooking knives sitting on the counter. Back in seventh grade, Santana had resorted to self injury, so she was beyond shocked to see her mom leaving them openly on the counter. She pushed them off of the counter, not caring she was probably trashing the kitchen and walked slowly back to the staircase, pausing when she heard a knock. Curiosity got the best of her, so she made her way to the large door and opened it slowly, her jaw dropping at the sight of Puck standing in front of her. “Go away.” She said with raw emotion in her voice and tried to shut the door.

As soon as she opened the door, he jammed his foot into the crack so that even if she tried to slam it, it wouldn’t shut and lock him out. The spare key didn’t work on the deadbolt, and even if it’d possibly break his foot, he sort of needed to talk to her. Puck offered her the carton of ice cream and raked a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I will, thanks.” After tucking his hands into his pockets and shifting awkwardly on his feet, Puck cleared his throat. “So, uh, I think we have some stuff to talk about.” He paused, trying to catch her eye and hoping she’d elaborate from there. He’d never been in a real relationship before, so the talking part of it wasn’t his strong suit. He waited quietly, one eyebrow raised in expectation.

Santana looked down at his foot, irritated, and backed up crossing her arms in the process. She eyed the ice cream he had and the flashback of her throwing the other carton across the kitchen reminded her she probably would need some more soon. She sighed in defeat and motioned towards the kitchen, turning on her heel and walking towards in trying to figure out what she wanted to say exactly. As soon as she got to the kitchen, she scanned the mess she had made and ran her fingers through her messy hair, taking a seat at the bar stool and looking up at him. "Fine. I'll admit it. I've been in lo..um..I've liked you since eighth grade. Happy?"

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Weezer | Say It Ain’t So

Official Video (1995)

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Puck snapped his laptop shut and massaged his temples. He had the urge to chuck the thing out of the window, but he knew his mother wouldn’t pay for a new one. Besides, the random anonymous poster (…and Quinn Fabray) seemed to think Santana really meant what she’d drunkenly told him the other day....

Santana was fed up with her summer vacation already. It was blow after blow, and she was done with everyone. For now, that was. She sighed and read a text from Karofsky about another party. Her last party experience ended...well...not too good. She had left everyone drunken messages and poured her, drunken, heart out to Puck. Puck. The name even drove her crazy. After taking a moment to scroll through some emails she had gotten from her parents from their vacation, she stood up and walked downstairs slowly, grabbing a carton of Ben and Jerry's and a spoon and settled herself on the counter, letting her legs dangle over the side of the counter.

Her mind started racing and she even felt a tear, what the fuck was it doing on her face? Out of instinct, she tossed the carton across the room and wiped her eyes roughly, losing her mind just sitting there. She slid off the counter easily and dropped the spoon in the sink dully, her eyes wandering over to the collection of cooking knives sitting on the counter. Back in seventh grade, Santana had resorted to self injury, so she was beyond shocked to see her mom leaving them openly on the counter. She pushed them off of the counter, not caring she was probably trashing the kitchen and walked slowly back to the staircase, pausing when she heard a knock. Curiosity got the best of her, so she made her way to the large door and opened it slowly, her jaw dropping at the sight of Puck standing in front of her. "Go away." She said with raw emotion in her voice and tried to shut the door.

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Probably heading over to some party.

Who has a party on a Sunday?

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Um… I kinda have some news…

What is it, Sam?

Umm… I already told Kurt, and, uhh.. I’m sort of transferring schools…

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I’m gonna crawl into my bed and eat some fucking Ben and Jerry’s.

I’m sorry. ): May I ask what’s wrong, Santana?

I'm tired of people. 

Fuck this.

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I’m gonna crawl into my bed and eat some fucking Ben and Jerry’s.

Chocolate peanut butter?

Go away, Noah.

Fuck this.

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I just want to see you happy, Santana. Thats all.denying your feelings is just going to upset you.I think if you guys talked at least, maybe you'd feel better.

Don't bother, Anon. I'm fine.

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Fuck this.

I'm gonna crawl into my bed and eat some fucking Ben and Jerry's.