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.
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