Hate to Date

Chapter 2

"I cannot believe this."

Puck looks over at Santana muttering to herself as she stares at her phone and quirks his brow. She's shaking her head now as she scrolls and it makes Puck wonder.

"What is it?"

Santana's eyes widen at the screen before she's scrolling again. With the shake of her head, she continues to mutter.

"Like I cannot actually believe this is happening to me."

"What?" Puck tries again.

When Santana doesn't answer, he leans over the armrest separating them to take a peek at her screen, but she quickly yanks the phone to her chest.

Puck sits back a little and starts to smirk, "You getting nudes in class now or something?"

Several students seated around turn to stare at them – even Brittany. Santana can already feel the color starting to drain from her face as they stare. It's not the possibility that everyone will find out she's being sent risky pictures, because hello been there done that – but because this is way worse.

"Jesus, no!" Santana snaps, but her deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression doesn't help.

Brittany shakes her head before turning back to her work. The other students around them follow suit, but Puck's the only one that seems way more interested in whatever's going on with Santana than taking notes. He continues staring at her while she furiously taps at her screen.

"Can you stop? You're being weird," Santana grumbles as she side eyes him while she puts away her phone.

"Me?" Puck lets out a laugh in disbelief, "I'm being weird? You're the one talking to yourself."

Santana gives him a look but he doesn't waver. In fact, he scoffs at her attitude.

"Ever since you came back from your last trip home you've been all," Puck motions at her with his hand, "Which like, you're always a little on edge whenever you come back from a visit but it's lasting so much longer this time. Not to mention that you haven't had any of your late night visitors come around. Something's up."

Santana stays quiet though and turns to keep taking notes. Puck eyes her, trying to find a weak spot in her armor.

"I haven't seen Denise around," Puck ends up adding, "I figured after bringing her home with you that she'd have a least one more week before you're kicking her to the curb."

At the mention of Denise, Santana stiffens.

Puck notices and pushes further, "Shit. What happened? Did your mom like...walk in on you two..." Puck lifts his hands to gesture but Santana quickly swats them down.

"Will you just drop it?"

"I can't! Not when you're always huffing and puffing at your phone," Puck reasons, "Just tell me what's going on with you?"

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?

"Because it's too embarrassing."

"Now you definitely have to tell me!"

"No!"

Suddenly Brittany's turning around again, a flash of blonde hair whipping past, and a scowl on her face. Her piercing blue eyes cut her like ice as she glares.

"Can you both keep it down?" She scolds, "Some of us are trying to pay attention."

"Some of us are trying to pay attention," Santana mocks.