A/N: Thank you all for being so patient! I'm so sorry that it takes me so long to update between every chapter! I am just such a procrastinator! Enough of my ramblings! Here's chapter 5! PS This is unbeta'd. Any and all mistakes are mine.

I confess I messed up. Dropping' I'm sorry like you're still around
And I know, you dressed up… hey, kid, you'll never live this down
Cos you're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with
And I'm just the boy whose had too many chances

Puck ran through the streets of Lima Heights Adjacent, adjusting the tacky blue tie that was trying to choke him. He was so fucked. It was Santana's fifteenth birthday—her quinceanero—and he had forgotten it completely. Sure, he and Santana had been on and off for months and technically they were off at the moment but Santana still had chosen him to be her escort for her party. Her parents were paying butt loads to give Santana the party of her dreams. How had he forgotten about one of the most important moments in his sometimes-girlfriend's life? Well, it was quite simple. He had gotten really, really, really baked at a party the night before and when he woke up, he had a hangover from whatever he had been drinking and he couldn't even remember where he was let alone what day it was.

It wasn't until his mother had come home early from one of her shifts and looked at him in surprise, asking why he wasn't at Santana's party that he even remembered anything about it. Puck stared at his mother, confused for a moment. He had been playing on his XBOX before she had come in and started speaking so it took him a moment to register her words in his head. When the words 'Santana' and 'party' finally reached his dazed mind, Puck let out a string of curses that his mother was not particularly fond of. He jumped up, ran to the bathroom to shower and shave before clumsily slipping on the tux Santana's parents had bought him for the occasion. He screamed at his mom to come help him with his damn tie and by the time he was out of the house, running for his life, he was already thirty minutes late.

Santana was going to fucking kill him.

Finally, Santana's house (it was more like a mansion but whatever) came into view and Puck ran up the driveway and heard the sounds of cheering and laughing. He rang the doorbell a few times and was greeted by someone in a green vest, carrying a plate of tiny fried food things. Puck raised an eyebrow and the waiter sighed and moved to let Puck in. "I assume you are one of Miss Lopez's guests?"

"Yeah, I'm Puck… um, Noah Puckerman," he said as he glanced around trying to find where the party noises were coming from. Outside in the backyard or down in their basement?

"The party is in the backyard, sir. I must say, you are rather late," the waiter commented as he glanced at his watch.

Puck narrowed his eyes and thought to himself. 'Yeah, I realize that douchebag.' He would have said it out loud but he didn't want to get into a fight at Santana's birthday party when he was already in hot water as it was. He ignored the waiter and made his way out to the backyard where he saw Santana and Matt Rutherford, swaying slowly to some romantic waltz song. Puck clenched his jaw as he saw the way Matt was looking at the Latina, the way his hand was placed on her waist. He just didn't like any of it.

He heard someone hissing at him and he glanced around to find Brittany waving eagerly at him. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile because well, it was near impossible to stay upset around Brittany. He ducked his way through the crowd and went over to Brittany's table. He leaned down to give her a hug and she smiled.

"San's going to be really mad at you when she sees you. You're late."

Puck winced slightly and ran a hand through his mohawk. "Yeah, I know…" he motioned over to the dance floor where Santana and Matt were still sharing a spotlight dance.

"Wasn't that supposed to be my job?" Whether he was talking about the dance or the way Matt was whispering in Santana's ear making her smirk, Puck wasn't sure.

Brittany smiled knowingly at him. "It would have been if you had gotten here on time. I tied this pink string to my pinky so I would remember about Santana's party. You should have tied a string to your pinky too!"

The blonde lifted said finger that still had a pinky string tied around it and wiggled it in his face. Puck let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. Yeah, he should have done… something.

When the song ended and everyone started clapping, Puck reluctantly joining in. Brittany stood up and started jumping up and down, screaming for Santana as if her best friend had just won a million dollars. Puck shook his head and smiled. "Hey Brittany, if Santana totally kills me for being late, can you put in a few good words for me?"

"Put them where?" Brittany looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as her clapping slowed down.

Puck shook his head and kissed the top of her head. "Never mind, wish me luck with Santana, okay?"

With that, Puck departed from Brittany and broke through the crowd. He saw Matt kiss Santana on the cheek and head back to his seat. Again, the boy felt that annoying jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He pushed the feelings down and took a deep breath before walking towards her. Puck noticed that a few guys had moved up to form a semi-circle around Santana. He looked at her and realized she looked more like a princess then he had ever seen her. She always acted like one but in that strapless white dress with her hair up and that tiara…

"San," he called out.

Santana turned to face him, a bright smile gracing her features. It was striking since she didn't usually share genuine smiles with just anybody. It was almost cliché' how beautiful she looked that night. Sure, Puck had always known Santana was hot but… her in that dress… she just looked amazing. She was truly beautiful.

Her smile dropped before he could even open his mouth and was replaced by her infamous bitch face. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she placed a hand on her hip.

"Oh, now you show up?"

Puck winced and rubbed the back of his neck. He guessed he deserved that. "Yeah… can I talk to you about that?"

"What's there to talk about, Puckerman? Obviously, I don't rank high enough in your priorities. You couldn't even be bothered to show up on time to my freaking party and dance with me!"

The boys who had lined up to dance with her were still lurking about. They glanced awkwardly at one another as if they were trying not to get to close but trying to keep their spot in line to dance with the Latina.

Puck sighed and looked down at the very angry girl in front of him. "Look, I know I messed up. I forgot your party was tonight…"

"Oh, so you forgot it was my fucking birthday?" she hissed, stepping closer to him. Her eyes were burning holes into him and Puck shook his head quickly. Damn it, he was really stepping into it.

"No, no! Fuck, San, I didn't even know what day it was!"

"I've been reminding you for weeks so that you wouldn't forget my party. You were supposed to be my damn escort tonight, Puck! You've missed out on basically everything!"

"I know! And I'm sorry but at least I showed up right?"

Santana scoffed and glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "You are so fucking clueless, it's insane," Santana looked around and noticed that people were starting to whisper. She sighed and glared at Puck again. "Look, if you want to stay at my party, fine. But don't fucking talk to me. I am so pissed at you!"

"But…."

"Don't make me throw you out, okay?" Santana turned and walked back to the line of boys that were anxiously awaiting her. Puck growled as Mike Chang stepped forward from the line and pulled the birthday girl out on the dance floor. The two of them were laughing and having fun while Puck just sulked at the edge of the yard. It was so not fucking fair. It wasn't his fault that he forgot! (Well, maybe it was… a little.)

Santana locked eyes with him for a moment, before smirking and leaning up to whisper something in Mike's ear that made the Asian boy blush darkly. Puck clenched his fists and growled.

Santana was trying to teach him a lesson. She was the type of girl that if you messed with her or her feelings, she was going to mess right back. Puck fucking hated it. He clenched his fist as Mike spun Santana around and then dipped her, receiving a peck on the lips from her. He growled possessively and he was so lost in his anger that he didn't even notice someone stepping up beside him.

"You know, I could see you fuming from the other side of the yard," Quinn Fabray said as she held her hands behind her back, looking out at the dance floor.

Puck jumped slightly and looked down at her. Quinn Fabray was one of the only girls he hadn't hooked up yet but it wasn't for a lack of trying. The girl was always so fucking aloof it was impossible to get near her unless she let you. Puck smirked a little and moved closer. Maybe tonight would be the night he finally got into Quinn Fabray's pants.

She gave him a look and scoffed. "Down, boy. Don't even think about it. I came here to tell you, go after Santana."

The mohawked boy looked down at the blonde in confusion. "Why? She fucking hates me right now."

Quinn's hazel eyes narrowed as he cursed but she didn't say anything about his choice of words. She simply sighed and looked back to where Santana was. "You like her. It's obvious to anybody and you screwed up. Santana has been looking forward to this all her life and all she's talked about for weeks is how you were going to be her escort and how amazing it was going to be," Quinn shook her head. "You messed up so go out there and fix it. You and Santana fight all the time; it's your thing. But if you just leave her alone she's going to think you don't care. You know how she is."

Puck stared at Santana as she ended the dance with Mike. Her friends and family started clapping and before any of the other guys could make a move. Puck ran up to her, grabbed her face and kissed her with everything in him. Santana's eyes were wide in shock and it wasn't until she registered what was happening that she started hitting him on the shoulder. Puck just deepened the kiss and felt Santana melt in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back a mix of anger and happiness in the kiss. There were hoots and hollers from some of the guests and when they finally broke apart, Santana looked up at him with dazed eyes.

He grinned, "I'm sorry, Sanny. Can you forgive me?"

Santana blinked a few times before she responded. "Run."

"What?"

"Run if you don't want to get your ass kicked."

"Are you seriously that mad at me? You're really going to try and kick my ass?" Puck raised an eyebrow at her. She was so fucking unbelievable! With the way she was kissing him back two seconds ago there was no way she could still be pissed! Santana rolled her eyes and hit his shoulder lightly.

"Dumbass. Me? No, I'm not going to hurt you," she tilted her head to look over his shoulder. "My dad and my cousins? …Maybe."

Puck followed her gaze to see a very angry looking Mr. Lopez surrounded by similar looking Latino men that he guessed were Santana's cousins. Fuck. He looked back at her and she smirked playfully.

"Run, Puckerman."

He kissed her one more time before letting go of her and running into the crowd. "I'll text you later!"

Santana laughed. "You better!"

I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame for hating it
So say "What are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her"
I set my clocks early cos I know I'm always late