Santana smirked and knocked back her shot, loving the taste of it as she watched him walking over to turn the music on. He turned it up pretty loud but Santana didn’t care, there was no one there to complain about the noise and her neighbours could all go and fuck themselves. She giggled when he picked her up and pulled her over to the only space in the room. “You wants me to dance with you, you do realise that I gots some of the hottest moves around Lima, right?” Santana took another swig of the sour apple before she started to dance around with him, not exactly doing any special dance or moves, just looking generally like she was trying to have fun with him, which she was. She was tired of all the heartache she had been feeling with Sebastian. She was in love with that guy, more than ever, yet nothing she did seemed to make him happy and she was tired of trying to be there for him and trying to make him happy. It was obvious that Sebastian would never be happy with her. He didn’t trust her with other people, he didn’t think that she cared for him even though she had been willing to do the test for a match. Santana shook her head and drank more, dancing with him “you are awesome, Puck…..there ain’t any denying that”. She smirked and handed him the bottle, dancing a little more around the room, the drink was starting to get to her and she couldn’t get enough of it.
Grinning at his best friend, Puck spread his arms. “Hit me with your best shot, Lopez!” he yelled over the music, bringing his tongue between his teeth, grinning at her. Dancing with her, having a great time with her, he turned to look at her when she started talking again. Accepting the bottle, Puck took a sip of it, moving along with the music. “I know, I’m pretty cool.” he grinned. “Time for cupcakes!” he yelled suddenly. Grabbing her from her waist again, carrying her to the kitchen. “Give me eggs and shit, I got the rest covered.” he said, walking back to the living room getting all the stuff he brought, before taking them to kitchen. Shoving his hand on his pocket, he took the miniclip bag from his pocket having white flour in it and put it on the table. He took two glasses, making them cocktail drinks, mixing up the Vodka, the Sour Apple and watermelon juice. It was fucking delicious. He should do this for living. “Here you go, babe.” he said, giving her the other glass, drinking his a bit before getting onto the cupcakes.