Text || Santana.

  • Santana: If it's about Quinn, I don't know what more I can do.
  • Puck: ...You talked to her?

Text || Santana.

  • Santana: I'm rolling my eyes at the phone right now, just so you know.
  • Puck: Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase.

Text || Santana.

  • Santana: Yeah, you were. Doesn't excuse anything, though.
  • Santana: ...yeah, so do I. Especially with everything that's going down.
  • Puck: I know, I know.
  • Puck: Glad we're tight again. Now can you help me?

Text || Santana.

  • Santana: Because I figured you'd at least respect me enough to not see other women behind my back?
  • Santana: ...sorry. I'm getting mad at the wrong person again.
  • Puck: Look, San. I'm really sorry, alright? I was an ass back then. But it happened and we can't change the past, we can only change the future. So I am really sorry.
  • Puck: ...It's cool. As long as we're tight again. I miss my bestfriend.

Text || Santana.

  • Santana: Considering the fact that you practically cheated on me? No, we're not.
  • Puck: What? We weren't even dating, San. We hooked up every once and a while.
  • Puck: Why are you holding this shit against me, anyway? It's all in the past. I'm sorry for hurting you.

Text || Santana.

  • Puck: Don't know if you're gonna reply to this or if you blocked me or somethin', but Are we okay?

Bored.


Hit me up or somethin’.

Babysitting.

Cause kids love the Puckster.


 

missquinnbee replied to your post: Happy Moms day.

Mine too. I mean she hates me, not you.

I’m sorry Q. It’s all my fault. Like everything else.