Santana sipped her drink and just sighed more, she was listening to Puck but none of it made her feel any better. If Seb was so into her, why did he always have to pick these stupid fights with her? Why did he have to flirt so blatantly in front of her to make her feel even less wanted by him? He never once tried to make his flirty moves about her, it was always some random guy or Puck or even Dave. Santana shook her head, sick of thinking about her love life or lack of, she handed Puck the drugs and sat back again. The drugs were a bad idea but they were pretty tame compared to most of the alcohol,it would just chill them out a little more and then they would just forget about their issues and be happy, just like they had always been before. “Don’t put too much in there, Puck…..I wants to get a little wasted but I prefer it to be mostly due to the alcohol and you needs it to be that way too, okay?” She smiled to him, trying to be a little happier around him as she knew he needed her to be happy, just to help him forget about Berry for a little while at least.
Accepting the drug, he looked at it a while, hearing Santana speaking. He thought about Beth for a second. If Shelby ever found out, she’d never let him see Beth again. And with that thought he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take it at all. But the image of Rachel flied across his head. Rachel saying seeing him hurted her. And the pain it brought, made him firm his fist. “Yeah.” he said then, agreeing. He poured a bit of the drug in, not all, maybe a half of it, sighing before mixing it. “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” he asked then. He turned to face her for a second to get the assuring from her. Nobody could ever find out. He wasn’t going back to rehab, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to lose Beth. He starts to put the shit into the cupcake thingys. He doesn’t even know what they are called, but whatever. Pushing the miniclip bag back in his pocket figuring he’ll finish it sooner or later anyway. Putting them into oven, he hopped on the counter, pouring them shots. “I’ve been here for like half an hour and I’m not drunk enough.” he said, bringing the glass up. “I’m gonna drink this to..” he thought about it for a while. “Fuckers who break other people’s hearts. And blame it on the others.” he said with so much bitterness in his voice before drinking it down. Fuck, Rachel. Who needs love? He has vodka.