Never again (Quinntana)

Chapter 31 - Puck

"Hi."

"Hello, come on in." Puck's eyes roamed over Santana's body as he let her in. "Whiskey?", he asked. 

Santana shrugged. "Sure." 

She settled on the couch of the small living room while Puck rummaged through the cupboards, looking for two presentable glasses.

"On the rocks, miss!", he joked as he handed her her drink.

"Thanks."

They didn't say anything after that. Puck was all but staring at Santana, who was seated cross-legged on the couch, still wearing her high-heeled boots.

Puck moved closer. Santana shrunk against the armrest. "I need another drink,"she blurted.

Puck got up again to fill Santana's empty glass. She almost snatched it from him when he came back, and downed it without a second thought.

"Whoah", muttered Puck under his breath, plopping back down on the couch.

Santana set the glass on a nearby table, before standing up. She seemed to be processing something.

In the blink of an eye, her demeanor shifted completely. 

Resolve shone in her eyes, her jaw clenched. 

In one swift motion, she was on top of Puck, her lips hungrily pressed against his, her hands already untying the button of his jeans. She felt Puck's arms embracing her, in an attempt to pull her shirt up. 

She let him. Puck didn't pause to look at her laced bra. His fingers were already tugging at Santana's jeans, urging her to take them off.

Before she knew it, Puck was on top of her. He had ripped the heels off her feet. Her jeans and his lay discarded on the ground, her briefs nowhere to be found.

Santana wrapped a hand in his shirt, pulling him against her.

Just do it, she thought. As if reading her mind, Puck made a move. 

Santana felt a sharp pain as Puck entered her. Rocked against him before it dulled to a unpleasant ache. She kept rocking against him as he came, his shirt still on, on the couch, in the middle of his living room.

Then, as abruptly as it had started, it was over. Puck pulled back, and Santana almost sighed in relief.

Without a look at her, he climbed off the couch, and grabbed his boxers and pants from the floor, handing Santana her jeans in the process. 

"Great session, eh?"

Santana remained silent. Puzzled, Puck turned to look at her. "You didn't like it?"

"No- yeah. Great session, Puck."

Puck grinned. "See you next week, same time, then?"

Santana said nothing. All she did was nod. She put her clothes, then her heels back on, and walked to the door, ignoring the pain.

"See you, Puck."

The door closed behind her.

A.N.

Hello! This chapter was painful for me to write, but it is part of the story. Of this one, of course, but also of many real people's story. I think that the need for normalcy, in teenagers, especially in teenagers who do not identify as straight, can sometimes compel them to do things that they do not really want to do. 

What do you think? Tell me in the comments, if you feel like it. 

P.S. I apologize for making this about more than Santana and Quinn, but to me, it felt necessary. Particularly when we know that Santana slept with Puck for a long time before she identified as a lesbian. Even more so when we learn that Finn was the first one to ask if she was okay when they were having sex. Sometimes Glee directors dropped little bombs like that, but most of the time they let those bombs fall, leaving loose threads in the story and incomplete characters. 

Any opinion on this subject is welcome, and I would love to chat in private if any of you are interested. 

Have a nice day, and to hell with normalcy and expectations! Be you, the most you that you can be. That is the best gift you can ever offer the world <3