In Fear and Faith

No, not really.

Have you ever played Mario Kart?

Whoa, Mario Kart? Dude I use to play that game all the time when I was a kid.

It's good to go back and visit your roots. If something was good for ya back then then why the fuck should that stop me from enjoying that shit now? Have you played any of the new Mario Karts? Those things are off the fuckin' hook, man.

That is really interesting..

I know right?

Was that suppose to make sense?

It makes perfect fuckin' sense, baby cakes.

Looking down at Santana, as she looks up at him and sighs-- Puck realizes why he stepped up in the first place. The people that he cares about... they need someone. Even if he feels like they don't give a shit about him, Santana does. Santana does and she always has, even when he left. Even when everyone else doubted him and left him in the dust. Santana stayed. "I missed you too, Santana. So much, and you don't know how much it fucking means to me that you're still here..."

Puck laughs. He always knew he and Santana would be together for the long haul. They worked well together. They never took anyone's shit, they protect their own, and they pretty much suck and both leading and following. Together though, they worked well-- Before all this shit happened. "We fucking rebuild, Santana. On our own rules. Fuck this shit that's going on in this fucking cow town. No one's doing anything. Fuck the rules, fuck who we can and can't interact with. I say we get some fucking vamps, get some hunters, make some fucking connections... And get our pack back. Hale won't know what hit 'em, Klaus-- man... We can't beat him, and I won't fucking join him... but we could at least let him know not to fuck with our own. We need Blaine, we need Marley, we need Hunter. We can survive just the two of us. We need our fucking pack. We need respect." Puck finishes his cigarette, and stamps it out roughly into the ash tray. He's done with the shit he was pulling when he came back last. He was weak, pathetic. Everyone fucking saw it. "It's time people remember who the fuck we are, Santana."

PUCK YOU FUCK

Puck stands up from the couch suddenly when he hears Santana storm in. He's expected her to react to him leaving again negatively, but he thought he locked the door. "Fuck you, Lopez! You didn't really give a shit the first time I left why should it matter now, huh? You probably had a grand fucking time being in control. It's what you've wanted, right? So take it! I'm a shit fucking leader anyway." Letting that off his chest he looks at Santana, and see's that she's not just yelling out of pure anger. He left his pack again. People could have gotten hurt, again-- but it doesn't matter anyway, at least he thinks. Whenever he was around people still got hurt. It doesn't matter. "You're just pissed you couldn't fucking handle things. I mean, it's not as easy as it looks, right chica? You think it was fun being alpha? No. That's why I'm done with that shit. You can have the pack."

I’m Erica, or you can call me E. And you are?

Most people call me Puck, but you can call me anytime.

Keep thinking that, I’m just saying those things for your own good.

You don't know a damned thing about El' Puckerone, twerp.

Long cut, who even chews short anymore?

Pussy bitches, that's who. I like you're style, chika. You got a name?

I’m not saying you’re gay, I’m saying you may be bi.

I'm not into dudes, I love pussy. I also love getting my dick sucked.

Yeah of course.

Ask any MILF in this town if I'm fucking gay.

Thank you… and well if you would let a dude get any near that area it does make you gay or bi, but there’s nothing wrong with it, hey it’s your life you should live the way you want and you shouldn’t be ashame of it.

I'm not fucking gay, dude.

First of all, I’m dating Quinn, and I would never cheat on her, and second I am straight.

You're with Quinn, little dude... Nice fucking catch. And it's not gay dude, I'm not gay. I'm just saying there isn't nothin' wrong with bros helping bros. Clears up those blue balls a little better when it's not your hand doing the action.

Was I supposed to understand that? 

Is Mr. Pickle not getting any of the slap and tickle?