A/N: Hello readers! This is my first multi-chapter story in awhile. It is finished (I made sure that I finished before posting) and I'm really hoping that you like it. It of course is AU and completely from Puck's POV. I'd like to thank my beta: written in dreams for being so amazing. Also I don't own Glee, just the idea. Rating is due to excessive bad language & mature !

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Fuck my life.

Puck grabbed his phone, looking at the caller ID. He didn't recognize the number, which meant that he had to answer. He sat up, jostling Santana whose head was in his lap as she gave him head. "Hello?" He stood up, waving off Santana as he pulled up his pants.

"Ummm…yeah, I was given your number from a buddy of mine. He told me that I'd be able to score from you."

Puck almost laughed out loud. The kid's voice was shaking, he must be scared shitless. This was obviously his first time trying to score. But he didn't want to scare the kid so he hid his amusement. "Yeah, you can. What are you looking for?"

"Ummm…some Ecstasy?"

Puck strode across the room, pulling open his closet and quickly opening his safe. "Yeah, I've got some X. How much are you looking for?"

"I dunno, enough for me and a few friends?"

This time Puck did laugh. "Okay I'll bring enough. Tell me your name and address and I'll bring it on over." He scribbled down the name (Finn Hudson, what the fuck kind of name was that anyways?) and the address (he recognized it from past runs, it was at one of the college frat houses) before snapping the phone closed.

"You're leaving?" Santana whined from where she still sat on the floor.

Puck rolled his eyes. If she wasn't such a good lay, there was no way Puck would put up with her. "Not just yet." He sank back into the chair where he'd been sitting. "You gonna take care of this or what?" He gestured from her to his lap.

Santana gave him a wicked grin as she crawled on all fours until she was kneeling between his legs. "What do I get if I do?"

"My gratitude?" Puck raised his eyebrows at her, watching as her lower lip slid out into a pout. Hot damn, she was hot. Even her pouting made him hard. "Well what do you want then?"

"You know what I want." Santana tilted her head to the side, her hair spilling into his lap.

Puck sighed. "Fine. Finish it and then I'll get you high and fuck you until you don't remember your name."

She lifted her hand, grasped the side of his pants and pulled them back down. Looking up at him she slowly slid her mouth over him, taking just the tip of him in while her hand began to stroke the base of him. His hands slid into her hair as she took more of him into her mouth. Her mouth and hand working in tandem, she began to pick up the tempo, causing his hands to tighten in her hair.

Puck knew that he was close, so he began to thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take in his whole length. He came in a rush, a groan slipping from his lips as he let his hands slip from her hair. His head slid back onto the back of the chair as he tried to slow his breathing. Not only was Santana a good lay, but she gave the best head he'd ever had in his life. He looked down at her to see her licking her lips. She'd never deny liking to give head. Not his girl.

"Now?"

Puck rolled her eyes. But damn if she wasn't annoying when she was sober. He liked her best when she was high because then she wasn't complaining about being sober. "Yes." He went back to his closet, pulling out a baggie of white powder and another bottle of pills. He tossed the pills to Santana and watched as she popped two. He shook his head. Sometimes he wondered if she only used him for his drugs because it seemed like that was all she ever wanted.

Not that he, of course, had anything against drugs. It was how he made his money so that he could keep up the lifestyle he enjoyed. He'd also been known to sample his own goods, but he didn't have to have it like Santana did. He did it every once in awhile to let loose and enjoy himself, but she had to do them every day. He shrugged off his thoughts as he walked over to the table, opening the baggie and spilling some of the contents onto the mirror he had there for just this reason. He quickly formed two lines, gesturing to her. "Ladies first."

Santana grabbed the rolled up bill that was sitting beside the mirror, quickly sniffing the line. She sat back up, rubbing her nose before she tossed the bill to Puck. He leaned down, sniffing the other line. He set the rolled up bill onto the table before sitting back, waiting for the drugs to take effect. Within fifteen minutes he could feel the high settling over him, and as he glanced over at Santana he saw that she was feeling it as well.

"Come here," he growled.

Santana crawled across the floor until she was kneeling in front of him. He leaned down, kissing her hard. There would be nothing soft about their joining that night. He hadn't been kidding when he'd said he was going to fuck her so hard that she forgot her name.

Puck reached down, yanking her shirt over her head. Now she was there in front of him in nothing more than her thong. Hot damn, did she have one fucking hot bod. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He swirled it around as he reached down, ripping her thong from her. Santana was mewling as he switched his mouth to her other nipple as she struggled to pull down his pants. He pushed her onto her back, kicking his pants off as he did so. He lifted his mouth from her breasts to watch her face as he slipped first one and then two fingers into her.

Puck groaned. She was so fucking hot and wet, obviously ready for him. He changed his mind about the position and pulling them both up he bent her over the table. Damn she had one gorgeous ass. In one swift move he slammed into her all the way to the hilt. Her back arched as his hands dug into her hips. Her cries became louder as he increased his tempo, but they were drowned out by the music from the other room. Her hands rubbed her nipples and he knew that both drugs had set in and that it wouldn't be hard at all to make her come. He slipped one hand around, flicking his finger over her clit. It took just a moment, with just a few flicks of his finger, for her to spill over the edge. His name was a scream from her lips, along with 'Oh God.' And he had to admit, that he didn't mind his name being used in the same mouthful as God. He got a better grip on her hips, sliding in and out of her as her walls milked him. His tempo became a little faster, a little off kilter as he neared the edge himself. He slammed into her once more, spilling himself inside of her.

He pulled out almost immediately after coming and headed for the bathroom, leaving her sprawled across the table. He needed to get cleaned the fuck up so that he could go take care of this kid.

Puck stepped out of his bedroom to find a roomful of people that he didn't know. Well, he did know some of them, but for the most part they were strangers. Not that this was different from any other night. His apartment was always full of people he didn't know, partying. He didn't give a fuck as long as they were paying for their favors. He nodded to his boy Matt who was dancing with a girl (who he had to admit was really fucking hot) and then his eyes found Santana.

It wasn't even fifteen minutes after he'd gotten done fucking her and already she was on some guy's lap, grinding against him. Not that this was unusual. They may be together, but they were never good at only having one partner. It was something that they both knew about one another and accepted. She could fuck whomever she wanted and so could he. It was a nice arrangement.

He motioned to Matt to let him know that he was going out and had almost made it to the door when a hand on his arm stopped him. He turned around to Santana standing there.

"Where are you going?"

"Dude, you were there when I got the call. I need to make a delivery."

Santana rolled her eyes. "No shit. But where?"

"The campus, one of the frat houses. Why?"

"I'm coming." Santana slid her arm through his and started to drag him towards the door.

Puck stopped, knowing that she couldn't drag him if he didn't want her to. "Who said I wanted you to come?"

"Puck, c'mon. I wanna see the hot frat boys." Santana smiled up at him as she ran a hand up and down his chest.

God, if she thought that was going to change his mind, she was dead wrong. But he couldn't see the harm in letting her come along. She was very good at distracting any men that bothered him. "Why the fuck not? But when I say we leave, we leave."

Santana shrugged. What did she care? If she wanted to stay, she'd stay, but she wouldn't argue with him and he knew that. She did what she wanted when she wanted to and there wasn't a whole lot that anyone could do about it.

As they drove over to the campus, Puck's thoughts were drawn back in time and he found himself wondering if his ten year old self would ever had guessed that he'd end up selling drugs for a living. Probably not, but then that was before his life had gone to shit.

His dad had left when he was ten and his sister had only been a four. From there, life had been hellish. His mom started bringing home a new boyfriend every week or so and they weren't usually very nice. Most of them would knock his mom around and a few even knocked him around. He'd started partying when he was twelve, drinking and doing drugs. But eventually he'd grown up and hadn't taken too well to one of his mother's boyfriends trying to beat the crap out of him. He'd knocked the shit out of the guy and his mother had kicked him out of the house.

It still pissed him off that his mom had chosen that fucking loser (who had dropped her a week later anyways) over her own son. So he'd ended up on the streets and dealing was the only way that he knew to make money. Now, he did quite well for himself, had a decent apartment and a nice car. He could buy whatever the hell he wanted to. But he'd never forgiven his mother, not that she seemed to care. According to his sister, all she did was drink all the time and still brought home a bunch of losers. He'd hoped for better for his sister, but he knew that she slept around (half the time with his friends) and partied all the time. But how was she supposed to know any better when her mom and brother did the same thing?

Fuck. Why was he thinking about this shit? That was in the past and it needed to stay there. He focused his attention back on the road. He was coming down from his high, which was why his thoughts were straying to the past. This is why he didn't do drugs often; because coming down was a bitch. To make himself forget, he reached across the car, grabbing Santana's hand and shoving it into his crotch. She'd have no problem getting him off while they drove to the campus, and it would surely take his mind off of things.