Kurt was drugged at a party?!
To say that Santana was pissed was an understatement. First, Quinn kept telling her that she was going to be cheated on, then the rumors about Shelby started going around, and then Puck just up and disappeared on her. It made her wonder if everything was connected, and she really hoped she was just being paranoid about the whole thing. She closed her laptop after he told her he was coming over, and looked down at the pajamas she was wearing. Not worth changing when she was this mad. After hearing his knock, she walked downstairs, taking a deep breath before opening the door for him. “Come in,” she said curtly, closing the door behind him and looking him over. “Nice to see your face again. I forgot what you looked like.And save the cell phone story. There’s other phones, email, tumblr, snail mail. You could have gotten ahold of me. You didn’t try.”
Puck was surprised and actually a little grateful that Santana didn’t start yelling at him immediately. He appreciated her efforts. However, when she spoke it only made him feel more ashamed that he’d gone so long without even speaking to her. They were supposed to be dating, after all. He dropped his gaze and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I know, okay? I screwed up. I just, freaked out I guess. Hearing that Quinn was telling you shit and those rumours and shit, I didn’t know what else to do.” He sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Yeah I could have contacted you, but I thought you’d be mad. And I was kinda sad and stuff so I just left it. I’m sorry.”
(Source: puckhawk)
Oh will you now?
Yep. I like to remember the names of people I will potentially have to beat the crap out of.
(Source: sebsbloodrevenge)
Puck knew he was in deep shit with Santana. He hadn’t seen her for weeks, maybe even a month, and knew that an absence that long definitely didn’t go unnoticed. Especially when the last time he’d spoken to her, she’d brought up Shelby and conversations with Quinn. It was safe to say that he was nervous at seeing his girlfriend again after all that. He wasn’t lying though, he had been to California to visit some relative of his mom’s and did actually lose his phone. Whether or not that was a good enough excuse for Santana was another question.
Walking out to the garage after being invited over, Puck grinned at the sight of his old friend. His Harley had lost some of its shine after being neglected for a few weeks, but she was definitely still a beauty. Climbing on and kickstarting it brought back a wave of memories from when he and Santana had done the dirty on it. A smirk played on his lips as he drove toward the Lopez residence. Once there, Puck knocked gently on the door and waited for her to answer, mentally steeling himself for whatever verbal, or physical, assault was due to follow her answering the door.
That’s what I thought…
Yeah, is that a bad thing?
I’m a good friend of Blaine’s, yes Kurt doesn’t like me and I don’t like him but that doesn’t make me a bad guy.
I’ll keep that in mind.
(Source: sebsbloodrevenge)
And what makes you think I’m a bad guy or a psycho?
That’s what I’m trying to figure out.
(Source: sebsbloodrevenge)
What makes you think I’m a bad guy?
Blaine and Kurt have this habit of attracting, well, psychos.
(Source: sebsbloodrevenge)
