It had already been at least half an hour after she'd gotten out of the car, and Puck was still sitting there with his head on the steering wheel. He fucked up, and now she was mad at him. Not even that. She looked.. disgusted with him. And that freaked him out. He shouldn't have asked her if that was the only reason she was upset. He'd known her for years and he should have just known that there had to be more to the story then what she was telling him. So he sat there, and sat there some more, and desperately tried to pick apart their conversations that day to find out where the fuck he went wrong.

But all he could think about was her face while she cried. She looked totally trampled and it made something deep down inside of him ache.

He remembered her being upset because she couldn't get to Quinn. Really upset, actually. Enough that she'd tried to physically hurt him. She freaked out when he told her to calm down, and then cried into his neck for what felt like forever. And that was it.

No. She said something else. Why the fuck couldn't he remember what she said? So he sat there, and sat there some more, until it finally hit him.

"She took everything." Puck said outloud, picking his head up off the steering wheel as if that gave him a new outlook on the world around him.

He understood that part. Santana always considered being head cheerleader her 'everything', per say, and that had been taken away from her. But that still couldn't be all of it.

What had she said in the car? When she wasn't pissed off, that is.

Something about having no self confidence? Yeah. That was it.

And suddenly, it all clicked.


Santana paced back and forth in her kitchen, hands on her hips and full pout on her face. He'd been out there forever and with every minute it took more of her to remain calm and inside the house. Because running into his arms was the last and also probably the first thing she wanted to do right now.

She leaned back against the counter, letting herself slowly slide down to the floor and hugging her knees to her chest. She was in a complete clusterfuck of a mess and for the first time, she had no idea how to get out of it. It's not like she could go back in time and not get her boobs done. And now she just felt stupid, because Puck didn't even notice and he practically specializes in female anatomy.

She didn't jump when she heard the door to the left of her open, because she knew it was him. He never knocked, mainly because he knew he didn't have to. What's hers was also his, and she couldn't remember a time when it wasn't that way. And she didn't say a word when he sat down next to her. She just tensed up, the way she always did when he was close to her. Not in the bad way. The way that means you feel awkward around someone or don't actually want to be there. Tense, as in she had to keep her hands directly at her sides unless she wanted to find them all over his body.

"I'm sorry." Puck said, and since she'd known him for forever, and had also been lied to by him numerous times, she could tell he meant it. But that wasn't good enough.

"For?" She asked, because she really didn't think he knew what the fuck he was even apologizing for.

"Being insensitive. Acting like a jerk. I shouldn't have assumed that just because it wasn't a big deal to me that it wasn't a big deal to you." Ding ding. We have a winner. "And it all makes sense to me now."

The way he put his hand on her knee made her shiver. She was still in her uniform, so it was bare skin on bare skin. She closed her eyes and supressed the quiet groan begging to echo out of her chest. Fuck. Why did he have such an effect on her?

"Does it?" And she really wanted to know. She wanted him to tell her that he knew why she begged for his attention and no one elses. Why she cared so God damn much.

"Yeah." Puck smiled, biting his bottom lip in the process. "I totally get it. But San, look. She didn't take everything from you. You still have me. And just because you're not head cheerleader anymore doesn't mean you have to worry about anything. Nothing is going to change."

Santana swore her heart was going to soar right out of her chest. He did understand. He knew that she needed him. And he knew that she was scared that because she wasn't at the top anymore, he wouldn't want her. So she nodded her head, urging him to go on.

"Plus, what she did doesn't mean anything, anyway. She's a bitch. She's nothing."

She wanted to stand up and do a back flip. Or run around. Or do anything to keep her body moving as fast as her heart was.

"She's just Sue Sylvestre."

Wait. What? And then the nodding stopped.

When Santana's face fell suddenly, he knew he'd done something wrong. Again.

"You.." She started, her voice quiet. "You think that I actually care about Sue? About what she thinks?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, isn't that what this is about? The crying, the yelling? All of it?" Puck's forehead was creased in confusion.

"No!" She shouted, standing up. "Absolutely fucking not. Could you be any more dense?"

He joined her on his feet, completely baffled at the scene playing out in front of him. This was not how he expected it to go. He had no idea what to say. So he said nothing at all. And after what felt like forever, she started yelling again.

"I meant Quinn, you fucking asshole. She's the one who told Coach about my boob job. She's the reason I'm not head cheerleader anymore. But guess who is? Quinn fucking perfect Fabray! She stole that from me, Puck. I worked my ass off for three years to get that position and she just ripped it out from under me without a warning. And you know what? It was my idea to join that stupid Glee club. Because I was the one who loved to sing. Who loved to perform. So yeah, she did take everything from me. At least everything I love. She took cheerleading, and she took Glee club, and she took you."

Santana was fuming, and her breathing was getting heavy, and her adrenaline was pumping through her veins like a wildfire and God, did Puck think she looked sexy. And he never really had a way with words.

So he kissed her. Hard. Pushed her up against her refrigerator in the kitchen her whole fucking family ate in and really, honestly kissed her. And she didn't resist him. Because she loved him, and even if she didn't, he was a hell of a good kisser.

He picked her up off the ground, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, and she groaned as he moved his hips against hers.

"Puck.." She spoke breathily, intensely. Her hormones were getting the best of her but she didn't care, because Puck was the best of her. "Bedroom."

And he knew how to get there with his eyes closed. Because they'd been like this so many times before. Yet somehow, this was different.

Because after he laid her down on her bed, and before he took off both of their clothes, he looked her straight in the eyes and said "I love you, too."

And she didn't care if he meant it. Because everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise. And he'd always been hers.

So, I was gonna write another chapter for this. But I think I'm just going to end it here. And then I'll make the next chapter into a one shot of it's own. Also, I'm working on another story! It's long, you'll like it. It has Santana and Puck, of course. And Finn! Hooray. Review! Tell me what you thought of this story. Constructive criticism? Go for it. Want me to read one of your stories? Just ask!