A/N: Hey guys...I'm sorta testing this out. This is the first time I write Glee anything so I'm not too sure about it...should I continue? I have the idea but this can stand alone as a one-shot if it sucks too much.

Turn the Clock
by 0TwistedAngel0

Her cheeks were flushed red and her fists were clenched so tightly she swore her nails were drawing blood. Santana Lopez was not known for having the best control over her temper. She usually lashed out at people pretty quickly with the exception of Brittany—but come on, who could get mad at Brittany? Coach Sylvester had busted her ass several times for getting violent so she had been warned to keep it down or she would be kicked off the Cheerios. So, Santana was trying her best to keep her anger in check but the scene before her was really getting under her skin.

Puck was leaning forward whispering God-knows-what in to RACHEL BERRY'S ear making the girl blush and giggle. It annoyed the hell out of her…Puck had just been at her house the night before and there he was hitting on Rachel-fucking-Berry just down the hall from her locker. Puck's eyes rose to meet Santana's and a smirk slowly made its way onto his face. Santana gritted her teeth and glared at him. The fucking bastard was doing it on purpose! The Latina slammed the door of her locker and flipped open her cell phone.

'if u think ur coming 2 my house 2nite now u can 4get it'

She sent the text and hastily made her departure in the opposite direction of Puck and Man-Hands. Santana had barely turned the corner when her cell vibrated. She checked the message.

'boo, y'know ur gonna ask me 2 come ova l8r… ;)'

The brunette muttered under her breath angrily as she stopped in the hall to answer the text.

'if u fking come over, ur gonna get the worst case of blue balls u've ever had in ur LIFE!'

Santana pressed send and continued walking. She told Brittany she would get some CD out of the blonde's locker that she wanted to show the Gleeks. Santana figured she might as well do it now…it would be a good distraction from wanting to punch Berry's face in. Suddenly, arms snaked around her waist from behind. Santana was about to kick some ass when she felt a pair of lips brush against her ear. "Aw, c'mon babe. You know you want me too bad to stay mad at me…"

Santana held in a shiver and turned around in Puck's arms to glare at him. "You wanna test out that theory, Puckerman?"

He smirked down at her and leaned in. If she didn't know him so damn well, she would say that he was going to kiss her…Santana knew better. Just like she expected, Puck's lips stopped a centimeter away from hers. "Bring it, boo. We both know you're going to be moaning my name tonight," he whispered brushing his lips against hers. Puck then let her go and walked back the way he came from. A moment later, Santana's cell vibrated again.

'c u 2nite'

"Fucking asshole…" she whispered. He was right though. He would come over tonight and they would have sex. She couldn't help herself…she needed him. Santana knew he was using her but she couldn't bring herself to hate him. No matter how much of a jerk he was she could never hate him…she had made him who he was after all…and damn did she regret it.