Manda's Note: Alright my loves you have to do me a favor ok? Throw out everything about 'My Ana' the Santana I write all the time away. ok? This is something new with its own background and feeling. I don't know where it came from but I do know that I sat down to write Gabe and this is what came out. Ok so last night! go from when Puck had his breakdown in Figgens office ok? this is RIGHT after that. enjoy?

I'm gonna go finish the second half of last weeks Gabe ;)

"So you think you're hot enough to take me to bread…"

Standing with her arms crossed talking to some kid who'd earlier in the day blatantly asked for a blow job without offering anything in return she was enticed to pull him into a room and do it just to get him to shut the fuck up. She might have pulled him somewhere and she might have finished her sentence had it not been for the familiar mohawked male speeding through the hallway as if the school was burning down. Normally she would of chalked it up to him speeding after someone to slushy them. Yet, there was no slushy in his hand and more important than that for some reason seeing him the way he was gave her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't explain exactly why seeing him that way as he rushed off made a lump rise up in her throat., her heart beat faster in her ear, or her hands push the ass who'd wanted her away before following right after him.

Sure, they'd had sex in her car after dropping Brittany off. She didn't share Puck, she'd never shared him. He had nail marks down his back and she had bite marks in her shoulder from it yet, for the first time in a month she'd enjoyed every moment and every feeling . She'd relished in every touch of his finger tips, kiss of his lips, and scrape of his teeth no matter where it'd been on her body. Had she been any less Santana she might have actually been in pain from the things they'd done in the small and confound space. Maybe it was the years of gymnastics that made her flexible enough to handle it all, or maybe it was the way he held her afterward, his arms low on her hips, his head over her heart. So it wasn't the conventional girl being secure in a guys arms but they weren't ever a 'conventional' pairing.

It wasn't hard to follow him. She might have pushed her way through a few people but it helped that majority of McKinley feared her. He'd gone straight into Shue's Spanish room, a place that was and would be empty for a remainder of the day. She could hear the slamming of desks and the ruffling of papers in every angry direction and had it been anyone else it might have caused her to back off and scream to someone of fake importance that there was a madman destroying a classroom just to see the hell that would ensue when Figgens and the rest of his patrol got up to the second floor. But this wasn't the same as every other revenge bit she'd tried before in her life, this was Puck.

Hearing something sounding like a desk slam against the wall pulled her from her thoughts. There was something going on and she couldn't stand and do nothing until someone actually caught the sounds of wood and mold meeting and making a mark. Her hand twisted the brass knob, her heartbeat faster and she couldn't figure out what was going on. Was she actually afraid of something? How was that possible? she wasn't ever afraid of anything, she was to bitch to be afraid of things. There was only one time she'd felt nearly the same emotions, that'd been when the true paternity of Quinn's screw up had come to and she'd had to leave the room right after to sort through things.

His back was to her and he was pulling at the papers Shue'd hung up on the wall with grades or some shit like that. There was a rage that filled his hazel eyes like the deep orange embers of a fire burning with vengeance. She'd never seen the fury in his glaze so intense as she saw at that moment. It was more than that though, there was something else that she didn't recognize.

"Get the fuck out of here"

As he seethed she went completely ridgid, her hands clenched into fists at her sides and her head locked into firm stance. Anyone else might have freaked out and left the room with some sort of petty fear, not her though, instead her pristinely white Nike shoe closed the door behind her as she stepped back to lean against it signifying that there was no way in hell that she was leaving the room. he couldn't make her with whatever insults he wanted to throw her way.

"I said GET THE FUCK OUT"

He raised his voice and she crossed her clenched fists willing him to look at her chocolate brown eyes for a minuet , something that he avoided doing at all possible costs.

"No"

She said sharply, her whole attitude in the two letter word. There was no sympathy, no remorse, no question behind the word. Just a firm statement that she wasn't backing down from as he sauntered forward with anger and frustration in his every step as he forcefully stopped only steps from her and angry pinned her to the back of the door. He'd forced himself into an livid and searching kiss. his mouth suddenly searching hers with a fire that he wasn't going to be met with. Instead he was met with something that even felt foreign to her own mouth.

There was a …tenderness to it. Something so soft with so much feeling on her end, emotions emanated from it making her actually want to shake and run off as his own end softened to something she'd never experienced by anyone ever. It scared her worse than hearing banging and shuffling. Then it happened, putting his head down she watched wordless and helpless as he broke into a million pieces right in front of her eyes. His every wall and every defense crashed into a hundred thousand pieces right in front of her shocked eyes. This was her biggest fear.