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.
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