Wild Ones || Pucktana

Finally. He went all three stops he had to make before getting his ass to Santana’s. He went to the hospital, and as much as he hated Smythe, which in reality wasn’t all that much. The dude was a bitch. And dying. Dying bitch. So yeah, he found him incredible annoying, but he didn’t hate the fucker. If he disappeared from his life, he wouldn’t really care, but that didn’t mean he wanted him dead. Besides, he loved Santana. So much. So he got tested. And turned out, he was a match. His marshmallow bone or whatever the fuck was a match, and he could save Smythe’s life. And he wanted Santana to be the first to know. Even before Smythe. His second stop was to go see Beth. He needed to see his daughter, he needed to hold her. Just for a minute. Okay, maybe like fifteen minutes. He didn’t really talk with Shelby or April or anyone. He just held Beth, played with her, talked to her. She was his perfect thing. His and Quinn’s perfect little thing. After having a moment with his daughter, he moved on the one and last stop, Seth, his old friend, who gave him some drugs for the cupcakes he was gonna bake at Santana’s. He hit the store buying some stuff he figured cupcakes needed, not knowing if Santana had any, so he played it safe. And finally, he was on his way to Santana’s, with all the shit he needed. He was planning on going home to say hello but that could wait until tomorrow. He walked up on the door, kicking the door few times as he had no hands to knock or open the door. “Yo Lopez! Open the door!”