i hate u i love u (brittana)

I'm gay.

"God, someone seems happy!" Puck yelled as he walked in the door of Santana's house, trying to drown out near-deafening music coming from Santana's kitchen, as she was singing along loudly in a world of her own. As Puck walked into the kitchen he immediately got a whiff of what smelt like pasta- his girlfriend's specialty. The Latina turned around and waved at him, with a wooden spoon in her hand signaling for him to come to try the sauce. The mohawk-man took the spoon carefully of Santana, attempting not to splatter any on the ground- which he failed in, leaving some red spots on the ground, but continued to finish what was on the spoon. "Delicious, as always." He said kissing the brunette on the cheek before grabbing the vodka bottle eagerly from her other hand.

"Easy there tiger, it's a school night." Santana laughed while forcefully grabbing the bottle out of the tall boy's strong grip. She had actually forgotten all about her plans with Puck earlier that day... the pasta was actually for herself and made extra for when her dad would come home- which was probably going to be around 4 o'clock in the morning since "patients can be a nightmare." Santana recalls her dad saying that to her on the daily. When Puck came into her house no less than 3 minutes ago, she was shocked at first but thanked God she had made spare and wouldn't have to make it up to her boyfriend in other ways. In fact, she had decided to break up with him tonight, and this time they wouldn't get back together, though she trusted Puck a lot, almost as much as she trusted Quinn, she knew that she would never be able to be attracted to him- or any male for that matter. Of course, she was going to stay friends with him and actually decided on coming out to him tonight. Only some people know that deep down, the boy is a huge softie and would protect his friends with his life, especially Santana.

"Well, I don't think either of us will mind that much because it just makes it easier for me to do this." Puck grabbed Santana's hips and brought her closer to his body and began making out with him, Santana hesitantly pushed him away knowing that this would just end up in the banging all night, which she most certainly did not want.

"Dinners ready!" Santana said as she walked quickly away from Puck and grabbed two bowls out from the high cupboard, which she couldn't reach. She jumped up on her tippy- toes but still nothing.

"Here, let me."Puck said and gently pushed the cheerleader to the side and grabbed two bowls for them, meanwhile, all Santana could do was recall the similar situation she was in earlier that day, where Brittany helped her with her keys. This isn't the first time something has randomly reminded Santana of the blonde, while she was drinking water she got a flashback of when she threw Brittany a bottle of water... little things like that.  "Hey, is something wrong?" Puck looks at the girl with a concerned look and flashes her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, promise," She says grabbing the pasta out of the pot an putting it into a bowl, avoiding eye-contact with the jock, "but if you don't mind, there's something I'd really like to talk to you about." they were now sitting at opposite ends of the table while facing each other.

"You can tell me, anything babe." The boy didn't know how much he was in for and just assumed it would be something small like she got a C in her maths test, or slightly injured herself at Cheerios practice.

"Noah..." the stern sound of seriousness caught him off-guard and looked up from the tasteful meal Santana had prepared and tried to stare into her eyes, though her face was filled with shame and staring down at her dinner. "Noah I'm breaking up with you." Puck didn't hesitate, in fact, he actually didn't see what the big deal was, or why the Latina was stressing about it, its not like its a big deal, breaking up for them is like a part pf their schedule... but this time was different, something was extremely off about his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, and he wanted to know what it was.