Santana twisted her lips, setting them into a hardened straight line, the warm brown colour of her eyes quivering slightly as they tried to break away from his beseeching stare. God the look that was slowly forming there with every layer of new realization, fresh disgust and shock. Maybe it had been a bad idea after all. What the hell did Brittany know anyway … feelings, she scoffed. And yet she couldn’t tear herself away from that damn look in his eyes, those eyes that seemed to defy any certain colour, a mix of liquid smoke and crushed mahoganies that begged for some other kind of answer, any kind but the truth.
“Whatever. It didn’t work, anyway … skin’s way too tough,” she joked rather weakly, the choking in her throat saying otherwise as she shifted on his lap; uncomfortable there for the first time since she could remember. Santana wasn’t sure what to do with herself for once, not only never having divulged this information to anyone but had never felt so uncomfortable with her own body before. She’d always kept up such a strong, valiant effort in believing her own hype and the sorry nothings boys whispered in her ear when they wanted something from her that she’d never paused to have any insecurities or body problems. But now she felt naked and in more ways than just being without clothes could define. No on knew. Not even Brittany. Especially not Brittany.
Puck’s jaw tightened at her choice of words, especially since he found this anything but funny. He stopped feeling around there once realization set in, and it wasn’t some type of freak cut. It was done on purpose, and it made him feel sick to his stomach. Sick because she shouldn’t have done something like that to herself, she was way too valuable to hurt herself in any way. Sick, because he should have known. All this time they were hooking up, he always caressed her there. He never felt anything out of the normal, because he was too busy thinking about sex than her well being. Sick because she felt that bad about herself and never told anybody. He wanted to throw up at the new discovery. He was deeply disgusted, with himself. Not her.
“Why? How long? Why didn’t you tell me anything, Santana? What made you do this?” he asked quickly. He shifted her back slightly and he leaned back, tilting his head to the side. There, clear as crystal on her thigh, were scars and cuts. Cuts that looked no older than a month old, and again, his stomach twisted. His fingertips ran over the edge of the freshest one, wondering why somebody who always seemed happy would do this to themselves. He never noticed or second questioned anything. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” he whimpered, trying not to touch them too much in case they hurt.
the sudden revelation, rolling...eyes and scoffing in that disgusted way at
bedroom with an uneasy feeling in...he supposed to go home, pack, find his passport
Santana remained largely quiet through his response and...silently instead busied herself...
Puck allowed himself to relax into...while appreciating
She sighed again...eyes fall like curtains across her bloodshot eyes, blacking out the...
Puck raised his eyebrows questioningly and stared at her intently. Girls emotions, especially Santana’s and Quinn - only...
Well you were wrong. I...never okay. She thought...feeble...
Puck was stunned...silence, choosing to keep...stay safe....
“Yeah and looks where that’s gotten me,”...fired back, quickly moving to chuck his...
“Why wouldn’t I care?” Puck asked, taking...cold after she pulled away, mainly because he...
bit, stunned into a dumb silence with her small hands pressing...his abs and warm body...
a haze. He didn’t know where this new information came from, why...was only deciding to...
Santana felt the burning of suppressed cries tickling her throat and the stinging at the back of her eyes that...
Puck’s jaw tightened at...words, especially since he found this anything but funny. He...
Santana twisted her lips, setting them into a hardened straight line,...warm brown...
Puck thought when she led...thigh, it would be for...lot...
the soft whimper...dared to bubble up...her throat,...
Puck picked up on...increasing pace with equal short thrusts upwards, feeling that same...
She shivered into him...felt herself tightening...squeezing...
slow rhythm, going with the slow pace...Santana wanted. Their mouths connected, slowly,...
second time that night, Puck managed...piss her off and pleasure her between a span of a...
A low and deep growl escaped past his throat at...way she was teasing him, like she knew...
seduction shadowing over...face again, Santana slowly leaned into him towards the condom....
Puck looked down...kneeling snugly between his legs, a coy smile on
Any sudden flare up...being cut off right when she was about to hit jackpot
head back against...arm rest lazily, Puck let out a deep throat moan at
oh so carefully splayed...base, curling a finger entirely around
Puck simply let her take charge, not...mood for an argument. When Santana was on top
Santana smirked at...rhetorical question because, of course, it wasn’t even a question...
instruction, digging deeper with his index finger all...knuckle. The moans escaping
head lifted up and hitting...hard door behind her, snorting amusedly at
Puck’s hands moved to hold the back of her thighs to keep her in place more securely, pressing
wondering internally whether she hadn’t given...mental capacity enough credit, Santana...
time to register what was happening before his back was slammed against...plump lips...
Santana lingered...her room for a moment, waiting for