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SANTANA

It was easy, as it always was, to agree to a night of fun with Puckerman without any strings or reservations. So there was no hesitation in the way she slipped out of her back door, leaving behind her mother and fussy brother. Santana needed this, a distraction that would prevent her from thinking about the way that the last few days have gone. And if Puck was good at one thing, it was getting her to stop thinking and simply feel. God, did she want that and as soon as possible.

The walk from the Lopez’s to the Puckerman’s was quick and familiar. The lack of a car in the driveway told Santana all she needed to know. There would be no interruptions and she found herself grateful for that as she walked up to the door and knocked. The Latina didn’t even waste a moment, as soon as the door was open, she was sliding in and grabbing hold of the front of Puck’s shirt. She pulled him along with her while she made her way towards his room, only releasing her grip on him when she crossed the threshold.