WASTE MY DAYS.

SANTANA LOPEZ

With getting the heads up from Puck, Santana almost felt relieved. It only meant she didn’t have to go out and spend her money on gas, a taxi or public transportation. He parents had the car anyway, so she wasn’t able to get much farther even if she wanted to. Learning to actually save her money was almost mission impossible. She grew up tossing her cash away at anything she wanted and it didn’t matter because at that time, she was able to afford it and more important, her parents were able to afford it. It wasn’t easy residing in the Upper East Side and being one of the most well known wealthy families and struggling financially. Not that anyone around them were aware of their financial situation.

With her usual lay coming around the corner, it also meant she didn’t have to go to a charity event, gala, bar or make the trip to the Bronx, the Lower East Side or Brooklyn to pick up a sleazy bastard or a desperate one. With Puckerman came a certain comfort Santana got from him. Maybe it had to do with her attraction to him, his free lifestyle that she admired secretly, maybe it had to do with the fact she knew he’d always be there. Even if that meant just for sex, it worked for Santana. Voicing her feelings, her problems just wasn’t and was most likely never going to be a thing for her. She was comfortable with the sex and the (sometimes) hanging out.

Though, before getting the text, she had already gotten herself dressed up, or down rather; wearing her tight, strapless, short black dress that accented her in all the right places and especially without any panties. However, her outfit came in handy for this particular occasion. The Latina made her way down to the foyer and unlocked the front door, figuring it’d make things go faster and having Puck possibly gawk at her without having to watch her open a door had a more promising sex appeal. She sighed, chewing on her lower lip gently as she strutted her way into her kitchen, hopping up onto the island and crossed her legs as she sat in wait.

Moments later, hearing the knock on her door, Santana smirked to herself for a moment, wondering if it was Puckerman. The moment she head her door open and the familiar smooth voice echo into her kitchen, the Latina slid off the counter and made her way toward the foyer. “Now, Hide and Go Screw sounds fun, but…” She began, stepping into area, making herself noticeable, “that would mean I put this on for no reason and I’m feeling hella generous tonight, so, ” Santana paused as she got closer to her mohawked boy, running her hand along his toned arm, “looks like you’re in luck.” she finished off in a slight whisper and a smirk tugging on corners her lips.

NOAH PUCKERMAN:

Puck had been in and out of the Upper East Side ever since attending Dalton, so he knew how the houses were. He knew they were extravagant no matter what type they were: apartments, townhouses, condos, and so on. Santana's place was nice, and it wasn't anywhere he was use to in terms of its extravagance. But when he was there while with Santana, the place felt much less like an Upper East Side location, and simply just... a place. He had never been there when she wasn't there, but it was very likely that if he did go there without her that he wouldn't feel as comfortable as he did when she was. Such was the power of Santana Lopez. Not that she was aware of that.

His eyes were automatically on her as she came in to the room, knowing where she was coming from before she made herself fully noticeable. Though once he did notice her, his eyes were even more so on her. She looked good in clothes and out of clothes. He had always though that, but then again, anyone who got to see Santana in both settings would surely think the exact same. It wasn't really anything all the secretive, right? His own smirk came in to play as she got closer to him, it was apparently that he was already under her spell but it had been... some amount of time since he'd seen her. Was it so wrong to miss a fuck buddy? Yeah, it probably was. But that was something that didn't need to be addressed either. Not while she was looking so good.

Puck placed his hand on Santana's hip, his head cocking to the side a little while his smirk turned much more sly. They were falling in to their rhythm and it had never felt this amazing to do so. With so much feeling out of his control, and so much feeling at risk of being lost, it was strange that his number one hook up was the person that felt most stable for him right now, "Looks like I am." He agreed. Even though the statement was arrogant, his tone had underlying hints of sincerity.