A/N: This is a Puck/Santana one-shot, with a possible epilogue of sorts, depending on the reaction (if I get one XD) to this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the song Bad Girls Club, and the song Bewitched. They respectively belong to Ryan Murphy, Falling in Reverse, and Blood on the Dance Floor.
The first time Puck saw her, he didn't realize how entranced he would soon be with her. She was wearing tight leather looking red pants and a black shimmery top, and Puck let out a long breath. It wasn't often that girls as completely gorgeous as her came into the club; they were mostly those nerdy chicks that had just gotten dumped or were too stressed. Puck grinned and tried to figure out how he would get the new girl to his house above the club.
A couple of drinks later, Puck had a goofy grin on his face as he genuinely had fun (which was a rarity for him), as he pulled the girl, Santana, even closer. She let out a jovial laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck for good measure. Puck wasn't entirely sure, but he thought that maybe that sparkle in her eyes meant she felt it too.
It was new to him, this feeling. Puck was more of a 'hit it and quit it' type of guy, but he honestly wasn't even thinking about sex anymore. He just wanted to have more moments like these with her. Shaking his head to get rid of the 'girly' thoughts in his head he spun Santana around before pulling her close again to sway to the not-so-slow song. He didn't care.
I met a girl and I really thought she liked me.
I truly thought that I had met the one.
It was a fail, to no avail.
I'm just another victim of the bad girls club.
Santana's drunken laugh was heard by only Puck over the pounding music as she gave him the rest of her drink. As soon as Puck was preoccupied with the drink, she smirked. 'This was easier than I thought.'
She's like a witch, casting spells, hypnotizing.
She made me drink a potion just to fall in love.
She got me drunk, tipsy off her love.
I'm just another victim of the bad girls club.
Puck leaned in for a kiss, and for the first time ever he was nervous. What if she didn't kiss him back? What if she pushed him away? Usually Puck would just brush off the (rare) rejection, but he really cared about Santana, even after just a couple of hours. He slowly leaned in, closing his eyes when he got close enough, so he missed the look on her face.
You're attractive, little witch, you're beautiful. (Beautiful)
Your wickedness, little witch, it broke my heart. (I broke your heart)
Enchanting words, little witch, you've cast a spell. (I cast my spell)
Masked destroyer, little witch, my beautiful apocalypse.
When Puck's lips met a hand instead of another pair of lips like he had expected, his eyes flashed open just quickly enough to see Santana smirk before briskly walk in the direction of the doors. Once he had broken out of his shock-induced stupor he ran out of the door after her. But she was already gone.
You got me bewitched, 'cause I'm under your spell, Ohhh.
You must be a witch, 'cause I am living in Hell, Ohhh.
Now is the time, now is the hour.
I am the magic; I am the power, oh.
All I need is one star in the sky, wish for you every night.
That night Puck dreamt of the one girl who could ever make him think of her for more than her body, the one who unexpectedly left, his beautiful apocalypse.