"No me gusta Puckerman!" an agitated Santana hollers from across McKinley High's crowded hallway just as the first school bell rings. She storms foreword sporting a bright red slushy, her fist clenched in anticipation for it to meet Puck's face in a fiery and agonizing Lima Heights Adjacent special.

"Owww! Shit! What was that for?"

"That Puckerman is a cold serving of revenge. Turns out Sue's self defense sessions aren't all that useless, and next time you plan on dumping a cup of ice on me, remind me to bring a chicken cutlet with me so I can slap you back to reality. You could have at least taken the time to make the slushy match the color of my dress!" She yells gesturing wildly at her expensive Fendi dress.

"What? I was just being considerate, who would want a good slushy to go to waste? And plus it looks sexy on you, it matches the color of your face…" shrugs Puck smirking slyly. By now the entire student body at McKinley was crowded around the two warring Glee Clubbers waiting for a good showdown…

"¡Escucha! ¡Soy de Lima Heights Adjacent y tu eres absolutamente nada Puckerman! The crowd was chanting for a fight in the background while Noah Puckerman stumbled back, looking absolutely terrified. No one, not even the baddest dude at McKinley messed with Santana Lopez everyone knew that. Some of the audience cowered and flinched as Santana took a step towards Puck, while still ranting heatedly in Spanish…

"I'm…I'm sorry dude, it's just that Rachel Berry's gone now so I have this extra slushy waiting to meet someone's face and you just happened to be in the way…"

"Oh no, you didn't just compare me to that dwarf Berry…" Santana growls turning redder than the melted ice staining her face.

The teachers had started trickling into the hallway, which was littered with students, and puddles of red dye number seven.

Two figures rush foreword pushing the other kids aside and running to the site of the fight just before things get ugly between Puck and Santana.

"Stop the violence!" A worried and innocent voice pleads.

"Britt?" Santana falters immediately, letting go of Puck's Mohawk.

"Oh, thank god…" Puck heaves, restyling his hair and attempting to reclaim his dignity. "Where on earth were the rest of you when Satan, I err… mean Santana was trying rip my hair out?!"

"Umm, how about trying to wade through a crowd of around four hundred douche bags waiting for exactly that to happen..." Quinn counters, while holding an ice pack to Puck's bruised cheek.

Meanwhile, Brittany stands beside Santana looking both bewildered and angry, at least the closest to angry Santana's ever seen her girlfriend get.

"Oh god, Britt, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…" She trailed off.

"San, seriously you don't understand, I was so worried you could have gotten hurt,"

"Hah, then you didn't need to worry, cause Puckerman was totally ready to surrender," then upon still seeing the look on Britt's face she decided against making the situation any worse. If there's one thing people needed to know about Santana, it was that she was as tough as nails and about as vulnerable as a bunny when it came to Britt; the one thing in her life that actually mattered. She was her kryptonite…

"I should have listened to Lord Tubbington this morning, he told me that you would do something to make me sad…" Brittany states in all seriousness. Even Puck is looking at her now, she never sounds this serious even if she is referring to her cat predicting the future. "I mean, you were about to beat up Puck and that's fine, I like it when you get all mad, it's cute, but you could have gotten hurt, badly, and I love my girlfriend and don't want her to be in hospital…"

"Aww Britt," Santana melted just like the puddle of melted ice she was surrounded by, and despite all the four hundred pairs of eyes staring at them she took Britt's hand, pulled her close and wiped the tears brimming in her eyes.

"What are you staring at?" Britt asked the rest of them, imitating Santana perfectly.

Which made Santana burst out laughing while crying, "where'd you learn that?"

"Only from the best unicorn in the world," Britt smiled and pulled her girlfriend in for a kiss. "I love you San," she whispered.

Santana just smiled and kissed her again.

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