AN: My first foray into Glee fic even though I read it all the time! I stick to Puckleberry because, for some reason, they're my favorite fic!world couple. But I was watching this video last night (youtube - watch?v=uelHwf8o7_U), and it screamed Santana/Puck in my brain. So here's this little plot bunny. Rated M for violent!Puck, violent!Santana, violent!relationship, language, and all the bad that goes along with it and is called for in a fic with this story. I don't know how many chapters it'll be yet. It's also unbeated so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimed: Glee obviously isn't mine, and neither are the characters. They belong to Ryan Murphy, FOX, and a lot of other very rich people. The song isn't mine either. That belongs to Eminem. I'm just borrowing everything for a bit.
"Alright, guys, I'm really excited to see more you your relationship duets today. I feel like the pairs that have gone so far have captured the essences of this assignment. Almost anyone can sing a song and hit the notes, but you need emotion to win over an audience," Will Schuester says, addressing the students sitting in front of him - the 12 original members of New Directions, plus the 4 other students that joined at the beginning of the new school year. "Just remember that there are more emotions that just love, longing, and happiness. And you need to be able to portray them all."
Rachel stands up at this, turning to face her fellow choirmates. "Mr. Shuester is right. We have a better chance at Sectionals if we broaden our song catalogue. My acting and vocal lessons, as well as my hours of research on vocal competitions, have provided me with the necessary insight on what is required of us to win." At this, everyone except Finn rolls there eyes.
"Girl, we know what we're doing," Mercedes says, with a sigh. "We've been to Regionals, so we know what to expect this time."
"Obviously you don't-" Rachel fires back.
Kurt butts in to the conversation as well. "Excuse me?"
"We need fire and passion," Rachel says, continuing on as if Kurt had never spoken. "We need what we had last year, and I'm sorry to say that has been sorely lacking this year. We have to do better because we will win this year. I will win this year. I have already complied a list of possible songs-"
"Thank you, Rachel," Mr. Sheuster says, effectively cutting off Rachel and any potential mutiny that might have occurred if she continued talking. Although Finn had been able to dampen down on some of Rachel's neurosis, the boy was still too afraid to stand strong against a ranting Rachel. "But we need to get on to today's duets? Who wants to start us off today?"
"Puck and I will," Santana says, standing up. Everyone turns to see Santana is not in her cheerleading uniforms but in a pair of skinny jeans and a thin black tank top. "Chill, bitches. I changed for my performance. I know I'm hot, so stop staring."
"Language, Santana, but thank you for volunteering," Mr. Shuester says as Santana makes her way to the front of the classroom. Puck is still sprawled out in his chair in the corner, far from the rest of the class. "Puck, do you plan to join your partner?"
Puck makes a big show of standing up before joining Santana by the piano. "Thanks for asking me if I wanted to fucking go first today," he whispers in her ear as he puts his arm around her shoulder.
She quickly shrugs his arm off before answering as quietly. "Fuck off, Puckerman. The sooner we do this, the sooner I don't have to deal with you anymore."
Puck snorts loudly before walking away.
"Alright you two, what duet did you decide on?" Mr. Schuester asks from his seat on the top riser.
"We don't want to tell you guys the title," Puck says, cutting off Santana before she can even speak. This earns him a glare from the angry Latina which he counters with a smug smirk. "But I know most of you know it."
Santana takes her place at the piano, shocking the rest of the class. She can't really play piano, but she busted her ass to learn the short piano part required for the beginning of the song. It sounds better if she plays it. She knows theatricality; she's a cheerleader and a performer.
Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Puck comes forward in his white wifebeater, having taken off his button up shirt. Santana stands up from her place at piano, letting Brad take over.
I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I'm leaving you
No you ain't
Come back
We're running right back
Here we go again
It's so insane
*flashback – 2 weeks ago*
"We need a song that we can both work with. You could help me," Santana says, ripping the Maxim out of Puck's hands. She moves back to her computer to scroll through her iTunes list to find something that wouldn't suck to sing with her boyfriend.
Puck simply slips out his phone to play with before answering. "Why the fuck would I do that? You didn't need me on Friday night when you were fucking Azimio in the upstairs bedroom at Karofsky's party." He is unable to keep his voice completely neutral with that statement.
Santana turns towards him, enraged. "Who the fuck did you hear that from?"
"Azimio was talking about it in the locker room. It became a giant party with all us guys talking about what fucking Sanatana was like. Hell, even Finnessa was able to get in on the action." With that, Puck flips his phone closed before climbing off Santana's bed.
Santana scoffs from her seat. "You ever think they're talking shit?"
"Bullshit," Puck says putting his hands down on either side of Santana, trapping her in her seat. "Anyway, you might want to stop being such a slut, babe. You may catch something soon. Oh, and we all agreed that the ride isn't worth the cost of admission."
"Fuck you, asshole." Santana says, angrily wiping the traitorous tear that fell down her cheek.
"Been there, done that," Puck whispers roughly in her ear.
"Get the fuck out of my house, bastard, if you don't fucking believe me," Santana says, pushing him away from her. "I hate you."
"Whatever, bitch. I don't need your shit or your used goods anymore." With that Puck stalks out of her house. She hears his loud truck as it rumbles away from her house.
Five hours later, she gets a text on her cell phone. "I'm sorry, baby."
Five hours and one minute later, he gets a text on his cell phone. "Come over."
*end of flashback*
Cause when it's going good
It's going great
I'm Superman
With the wind in his bag
She's Lois Lane
*flashback – 18 months ago*
Santana is standing at her locker when she feels a set of arms wrap around her middle. "Good morning, gorgeous."
"Hey babe," she says, turning around to give him a kiss.
"Mom's working the night shift and Sarah is spending the night at her friend's. Come over, and I'll make us some dinner."
She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'll tell Brittany to cover for me. I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispers into her neck.
*end of flashback*
But when it's bad
It's awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who's that dude
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength
*flashback – 14 months ago*
"So in 2 weeks, we're back in school. Hard to believe, right?" a random guy says, handing Santana a beer.
"I know, right? At least there are freshman to terrorize this year," Santana answers with a laugh. She doesn't know who this guy is except that he's cute. And she thinks that he's a senior, so it's only fair she's going to flirt with him. It's not like Puck's been around that much that summer.
"What? Did you already make it through all your classmates?"
"Sadly yes, but maybe there will be some new meat in my class."
"And there's always Berry."
"Oh she's so much fun to mess with."
Two hours and a couple of beers later, Santana has learned the cute senior's name is Tucker James. The pair is on the patio away from the crowd. "So you still with Puckerman?"
"I guess," Santana answers, playing with her empty Solo cup. "He's been working all summer. I haven't seen him much. In fact I don't even know where he's at right now."
"That sucks. Any guy needs to keep his eyes on you," Tucker says with a laugh, throwing his arm around her shoulder.
She turns her head towards his. "And why's that?"
"Because you're breathtaking, and another guy could do this." Tucker leans in and gives Santana a soft kiss.
"And that would be bad, right?" Santana asks softly.
"Very bad," Tucker says as they meet in the middle for another kiss only to be broken apart a minute later by shouting.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"
Tucker and Santana turn to see Puck staring at them, obviously enraged. The attention of the whole party has shifted to the trio standing there. Puck has his arms crossed, while Tucker's hand is still on Santana's cheek.
"Puck, man," Tucker says, trying to defuse the situation. He moves over the sophomore boy and away from Santana.
"Fuck you, asshole," Puck says, pushing Tucker up against the wall. "I don't even know you." He punches him in the nose before dropping him in a heap on the floor.
He turns to the brunette staring at the scene in shock. "And fuck you, Santana. I'm out."
It takes her about 15 seconds to snap out of it and start chasing Puck through the party. She reaches him as he's unlocking his truck. "Dammit, Puck! Listen to me."
"No," he says, shutting the door.
"Fine," she says, running around to the other side of the car. She manages to get in just before he tears out of the driveway. "You were just gonna leave me stranded at the party?"
"You had a new friend. I'm sure he would have given you a ride…in more ways than one."
"Fuck you." With that, an uneasy silence settles over the car as Puck drives Santana back to her house.
"You know, at least someone was paying attention to me. You sure as hell haven't been," Santana says as they pull into her driveway.
Puck laughs humorlessly. "You're gonna blame this shit on me? That's fucking bullshit. You're the one who kissed that fucker."
Santana smiles wickedly. "Yeah well he was a better kisser than you, asshole. God knows he's probably a better lay, too." With that she hops out of the car.
Puck jumps out of the driver's side, seeing red. He slams her hard against the hood of the car, not realizing how hard he's shoved her. "You stupid fucking bitch."
"Don't you ever fucking lay another hand on me, Puckerman," Santana says, shoving him away hard. "We're done."
"Good fucking riddance!" He climbs back into his car, slamming his door, before peeling off.
*end of flashback*
AN2: We made it through the first verse. And this is 6 pages long. :-) I'm working on the next part right now but I could use some feedback if you please.