A/N: This is the second chapter in my story, It Is in Puck's point of view, I'm planning on having each chapter dedicated to a characters point of view, Santana and Puck and maybe Brittany and Quinn in the future – Tell me if this is a good idea?
I opened my eyes.
"Puck... Are you awake?" Quinn whispered blinking her eyes
I was half asleep, I twisted my head to see locks of golden blonde hair, It was Quinn and she was in my bed. I stared into her hazel angelic eyes and they hit my heart like cupids arrow, this was the girl I wanted to be with. I combed her hair with my fingers while we lay there staring intensely into each others eyes, this brought back memory's of my time with Santana but I'm with Quinn now, I cant be thinking of San, not now, not ever.
"Yes I'm a awake San, erm I mean Quinn... Quinn you look beautiful today" Oh my god I cant believe I Just said San, What have I done?
"Puck, did you just call me San? I'm pretty sure my names Quinn?" Quinn said suspiciously
"No I never said San?" I started breathing heavily "I don't even know what your talking about?"
"Well I hope you never said it, My names Quinn, you should know that by now you idiot" Laughed Quinn
She's laughing about it, I guess that gets me of the hook, phew...
"Haha I know I'm an idiot" I joked awkwardly, my smile faltered
"Well I'm gonna get up now, Shall I make you breakfast? My treat" unravelling herself from the covers
"Yeah that would be nice, thanks Quinn"
She got out of the bed, she was wearing a pink lace nighty and she looked hot! I gaped at her body as she walked out the bedroom door, I couldn't help myself.
"Quinn" I said
She turned around "Yes Puck?"
"I love you"
"I know you do Puck" she turned her back to me and headed out the door towards the kitchen to make breakfast
Why didn't she ever say she loved me back?
"Breakfast looks lovely babe" I grinned
"Thanks, hope you enjoy it" Quinn grinned back
"I cant wait to tuck into these"
I smelled the pancakes that had been freshly made, the warm sweet smell overpowered my other senses... I inhaled the smell over and over, they smelt deliciously gorgeous. I placed a chunk of the pancake into my mouth and it released its full aroma, The taste of fluffy pure goodness made my mouth water, this is what you call superb food. I poured on some maple syrup and watched it gloop from the bottle to my plate and before I knew it, the only thing left on my plate was a few pancake crumbs and dribbles of syrup.
"Quinn those pancakes were amazing!"
"Glad you liked them, Its a new recipe I found on-line" Quinn admitted
"Well keep using that recipe, I would eat them every day if I could" I said with high spirits
Quinn rolled her eyes "Puck your so greedy, Haha"
"Haha I know right" I chortled
"ha, Puck we need to discuss Santana" Quinn said straightly
"Erm why? She's a liar, just like you said" I answered
"Puck, I know you care about her, remember when you called me San this morning?" Quinn remembered
"It was an accident, I promise"
"I know it was Puck but you still love her don't you? Muttered Quinn
"No I don't love her, I love you Quinn you know that"
"Don't tell me lies!" Quinn roared folding her arms with vigorous aggression
"What? Why are you doing this Quinn, A minute ago we were laughing and joking, what's happened?"
"Santana is what happened, She is causing havoc between both of us!" Quinn screamed so loud that saliva spat from her mouth and landed directly on my forehead, I wanted to wipe it off but I was too scared to breathe. Puck what is happening? Why am I scared of a girl?
"We can move away, we can be together some place where Santana can't be near us"
"No Puck, I don't love you back... I'm sorry" Quinn bursted into tears, water gushed from her eyes and she ran out the door before I had a chance to respond.
She didn't love me I knew it... How could she go along with it this whole time? Letting me believe she felt the same way? It was so real, the look in her eyes tricked me into thinking we could be something. That whore.
I gasped for air, not knowing where I'd ended up. Where the hell was I? I didn't have a car, I had no money, all I had was my phone. I hurridley pulled it out of my pocket and looked for any number that could help. I bit my lip when I looked at the number I was about to ring.
I suddenly heard a high pitched scream come through the phone "What the hell do you want Fabray?" I had expected this after the incident last night.
"Santana, I just want to apologise for my mistakes, You've been on my mind a lot recently"
Another scream came through the phone "Why would I want too talk to you?, You called me a liar! I may be horrible sometimes but I'm not a liar!"
"I know your not a liar Santana, I believed you all along I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I've been through the same thing, let me help you"
Santana's screams seemed to be getting louder "I don't need help from you! I have Brittany she's been helping me, I'll never need help from you, just leave me alone!"
"San, Please I just want to talk!" I begged
"Well what do you have to say?" She screamed once again
"I split up with Puck... you can have him Santana"
"You did?" Her voice softened, She was still heartbroken I could sense it "I love Puck dearly, but I can't take him back... Not after the pain and humiliation he has caused, I'm best of without him. Keep him Quinn" Santana had gone from a voice full of anger and hell to a voice full of peace and heaven, She'd always had a switchy personality... But I loved it.
"Santana I Don't want him. Your having his baby, Get back with him and you can be the perfect family" The words hurt but I refused to let jealousy overtake my heart.
"No Quinn, My love for him is slowly shrinking, But my love for someone else is gradually increasing... I don't need him in my life right now" Santana spoke so poetically... Puck was a fool for choosing me over her.
"I'm love with someone else too, And I have been for a long time" I admitted
"Who are you in love with Quinn?" She politely asked
"You." I cut the phone off before she had time to respond, I cant believe I've told her my biggest secret. What have I done?
It had been an hour since my revealing conversation with Santana. I had been stood in the same place since, Staring at the same thing, Breathing the same air. The rain was pelting down, hitting my head with a mighty force. My hair was saturated, it stuck to my face and it had turned to a dirty blonde colour... I can't believe a simple phone call could have this much of an affect on me, I wonder what Santana was thinking? Did she believe me or did she think I was a total freak...?
The rain was still pouring and I had no where to go, My only option was to sleep rough, Which I did. The concrete pavement was hard and bumpy, I was certain I was going to get no sleep, But I did within 5 minutes I drifted into a deep deep sleep.