Hey hey! Where ya goin? Did you not get my long message from a few days ago?

..no. D: I haven’t gotten anything in 2 days, so I assumed and stuff.

Ah. No worries. Nice knowing you people.

ooc: ~

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Skin Deep

tansanalopez:

Santana remained largely quiet through his response and had silently instead busied herself with dipping her fingers across the creases of muscle on his bare arms. It was a tendency that served as a mixture of wordless understanding and listening - neither of them were good with words - and simply admiring his prime physical form. Santana didn’t say much except snort derisively at his admittance for the drama that had gone down between him and Quinn in the last year. Along with  BabyGate Santana had had to be on the receiving end of both of her friends sob stories - with Quinn there were bitchy rants about how useless Puckerman was and with Puck there was angry, bitter distracting sex. 

Slipping one of her small hands to loop around his wrist - she never had really gotten the hang of the whole traditional lovey couple fingers-laced together thing - Santana tugged him towards her bedroom; thankful she wouldn’t have to face the night alone in a barren house and nothing to stop her from taking her frustrations out on herself. “Where are you going?” she asked into the darkness as she bossily guided him towards her room.

Stopping outside her bedroom door and turning to him on her heel to glare at him with a thunderous look on her face. “Also’s,” Santana began, her eyes flashing up to him with that old familiar spark of brewing anger and rage bursting across her eyes, “This … what I told you tonight. No one else finds out,” she warned, her small hands balling into fists at his front, the thin fabric bunching in her clenched palms. “I’m trusting you. So don’t fuck it up or I will break you in half,” she glared up at him. Granted, Santana was a full head shorter than him and Puck was a dude, a fairly ripped one and a football player to boot, but the danger in her voice coupled with her reputation of being able to destroy anyone who dared piss her off was enough of a warning. 

Puck followed Santana into the bedroom with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. How was he supposed to go home, pack, find his passport that was probably somewhere lost in his room, and be at the airport thirty minutes before the plane took off? He wouldn’t. Not without rushing like a mad man to stuff things into a suitcase, at least. At her question, he winced. A weekend away with Quinn to visit the baby they had together? Would that really settle well with her? He thought. But, he didn’t want to lie to her. Not after she trusted him enough to spill her secret.

“You won’t like it. I’m going to New York. With Rachel.. and Quinn.” he said cautiously. He wouldn’t like finding out Santana was going to another state with two of her exes for a while. He tried to ease her worries by explaining more. “Shelby gave us a couple of tickets to go visit her and Beth. I couldn’t say no.” he murmured, keeping his gaze on Santana’s floor. Avoiding the hurt or disappointment he might catch in her eyes because he would feel even more guilty. And he really didn’t want to leave her alone in this house for the whole time he was gone.

The tension in the room increased when her anger flared at him. “And you can trust me. I won’t tell anybody. Not even Quinn.” he said, now lifting his head to meet her gaze. If she continued to do it though, he would seek professional help for her, whether she liked it or not.

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