Author's Note: So, I couldn't help it. This is another story that will focus primarily on the Puck/Lopez dynamic. There will be some Finn in here, too, and probably a little bit of Brittany later on. Anyway, this is a little different from my last story as this is going to be chaptered -and not just snapshots into their past. So we'll see how this works out. I'm excited for the story and I hope you guys like it, too. Oh, title of the story and the chapter titles are from Imogen Heap's Speeding Cars, which was the inspiration for this story. So, here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I am only responsible for their fictional corruption.

"You really should go home, you know."

"Once I finish organizing these case files…"

"You know, there's this new thing called a computer…" Her secretary, Juliet, sighs loudly. "Santana, you're working yourself right into a hole. You're twenty-six years old and already one of the biggest lawyers in-"

"-in Cleveland," she grumbles, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling. To be fair, she hadn't wanted to be too far away from her family, but Cleveland wasn't the most glamorous place to work. And the cases she got were mostly custody battles between divorcees. It never stopped reminding her of him and his fucked up family situation, but Santana Lopez is a hotshot lawyer now. She doesn't think about him, or most of the people in that cow town, very much at all anymore.

Well, other than Brittany. But they've got an apartment together, so it'd be pretty weird if she didn't think about her blonde best friend. "San," Juliet whines, and that nickname always reminds her of him, too. She closes her eyes briefly and her companion chuckles softly. "Please promise me you'll go home, though? If I get another call from your worried roommate…"

"I'll be home before sunrise, Juliet."

Juliet seems to believe her since she just nods and heads out of her office. Santana breathes out a sigh of relief once she's gone, leaving her with the peace and quiet of her dimly lit office. Several stacks of paper are scattered around the room and she busies herself with organizing them –first by year, then by month, then alphabetically. Her cell phone vibrates in her pocket and she pointedly ignores it. It's probably Juliet from the parking lot telling her to leave again. Or Britt. But she knows not to call her while she's at work.

Santana's eyes flick toward the clock. It's already really dark outside –which isn't hard, considering she's in Ohio and it's December. But Brittany will worry if she's not home by seven. She's still got an hour, though. She can finish organizing the files.

Her phone vibrates angrily just a second later, and she snatches it, glaring down at the little screen and expecting to see Brittany's name and number flashing there. Instead, it's an unfamiliar number and Santana hits the ignore button. If they really wanna talk to her, they'll leave a message. They don't, so it must not have been that important.

As Santana's stacking folders in the cabinet behind her desk, her office phone rings. "Damn it, do people not know the meaning of business hours?" She reaches for the phone anyway and, cradling the receiver between her ear and shoulder, says, "Santana Lopez speaking," in a bright voice that doesn't betray her annoyance. She's always been a pretty good actress.

"San?" For a brief moment, she thinks it's him and she drops the folder she's holding. The papers spill onto the floor and she swears loudly. But that's not his voice. It's not raspy and the person on the other end sounds worried. She hardly remembers him being worried, ever. "It's Finn Hudson." What. The. Fuck.

"…I hope to God you're not looking for a booty call, quarterback."

He laughs but it's short and nervous, just like she remembers when they were kids. It's nice to know some things never change. "Um, no. Actually, I'm calling about Puck."

Santana's first reaction is that it's really stupid that he still goes by Puck when they're twenty-fucking-six years old. Puck is a high school name. He should go by an adult name now. But then she remembers that her once best friend is named after his deadbeat dad and thinks Puck isn't so bad. She rakes her fingers through her hair because she hasn't seen him since his sister's graduation. And even though they'd had awkward encounters throughout college while their families spent time together, it was never the same. Finally finding her voice, Santana asks, "What about him?"

"Do you have a TV where you are right now?"

Santana thinks Finn Hudson sucks at getting to the point. "No. I'm in my office. Just explain, Finn."

He breathes out loudly when she says Finn, like that's the magic word to get him to talk. "There's been an accident. He's in the hospital and not awake. His mom's a wreck and I'm trying to help out but she's asking for you." Santana is silent for a long moment. Mrs. Puckerman had practically been her second mother growing up and she felt she owed her something. That didn't mean she owed her son anything. She didn't owe Puck anything at all. They'd stopped owing each other a long time ago.

"How bad is it?"

"Bad. He's been out for a day."

She inhales sharply through her teeth, debating with herself. She really, really doesn't wanna go back to Lima. She left that town –and everyone in it- behind years ago. But at the same time…"When did you get in?"

"I was on his emergency contact list, since we live in the same city. I was the first one here. But, seriously, Santana. Mrs. P's freaking out. We're at Mercy Hospital in Columbus."

Santana rubs her temples. "I'll be there as soon as I can." She hangs up without waiting for Finn's response. Brittany's gonna be annoyed that she won't be home for dinner after all. Leaving her unorganized files where they are, she grabs her coat and car keys and sets off. Juliet will be glad she's getting out of the office, though. So at least someone will be happy.