What is Romance? This Bitch Bites, a glee fanfic

Santana Lopez, eighteen years old, student at William McKinley High School, a member of the New Directions and a cheerleader on the famous McKinley High School's Cheerio's coached by the famous and darn right evil, Sue Sylvester. Santana was dating the school bad boy, star footballer and another member of McKinley's High School's show choir the New Directions, Noah "Puck" Puckerman. He'd been arrested on many of occasions for breaking the law for little things, his latest arrest for breaking his parole because of his bad temper that takes control of him sometimes, but he was now out, he'd been recently released from juvie and was coming back to school.

Santana wore her Cheerio's uniform as she strutted her way down the corridor, she had her hands placed on her hips, her hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, she wore a varsity jacket over her Cheerio's uniform and a pair of white trainers. People were afraid of her, she was the school's bitch and that's why she thought she was most suited with Puck because their personalities attracted one another. Students at McKinley who were at their lockers would turn their backs to her as she strutted her way down the corridor, nothing was worse than a glare shot at you from Santana because the phrase 'if looks could kill,' this was actually true with her looks, it didn't actually kill anybody but it gave them a dark feeling inside of their bodies when she glared at them.

Puck stood at his locker where he threw his leather jacket into the back of his locker. He wore a black t-shirt and a pair of grey ripped jeans with a pair of black tattered converses. He stood there with his trademark Mohawk with an aggressive look on his face. Santana strutted her way over to him with her hands still placed on her hips. She smiled at him and took a step towards him.

"Hey babe," she said to him as she leaned towards him but Puck stepped to the side avoiding the kiss from her, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong?" She asked him.

"What are you doing?" He asked her with furrowed brows.

"I was giving you a kiss," she told him, "Isn't that what boyfriend and girlfriend are supposed to be doing in public?"

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" He asked her with confusion.

"Yeah," she replied also confused, "That's what we are, right?"

"Right," he recalled, "We are supposed to be dating."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She asked him placing both of her hands on her hips again, raising her eyebrow and looking at him sternly.

"That we're supposed to be dating," he said quickly, "That's what I said."

"Noah Puckerman," she called sternly, "You better not have been cheating on me behind my back."

"I would never do that to you," he lied, "You know that I would never hurt you."

"You're lying to me," she told him.

"No, I'm not," he lied, "I would never lie to you."

"That's bullshit," she snapped, "You're lying to me. Who was she?" She took a step towards him causing him to take a step back.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied to her again as he took another step backwards as she took another step towards him.

"Who was she?" She screamed in his face. The crowded hallway stopped what they were doing, whether they were talking to their friends or just grabbing something from their lockers, they all stopped what they were doing and looked straight towards them. Puck glanced around the corridor to see that they had an audience watching them now.

"Santana," he whispered as he leaned towards her, "You're making a scene, people are staring at us."

"I don't give a damn!" She shouted, "They can all look if they want because I guess they all should know whether you're a cheating asshole or not!"

"Santana, please," he whispered as he looked around at people smiling and nodding at them, "Don't do this, you're embarrassing yourself."

"Oh," she recalled, "I'm not embarrassing myself, I'm just showing the whole school how much of a jackass you really are." She turned and faced the rest of the school folding her arms across her chest, "You think that he's amazing boyfriend material, well guess what, he's not, he's a cheating asshole who you should stay away from." She turned back and looked at him, "He wasn't good in bed anyways."

"That was out of order," he told her, "They don't need to know that."

"They don't need to know how small your dick is either," she yelled, "But I guess you can't keep everything a secret, can you?" She shot a fake smile at him and shrugged one of her shoulders. Puck looked around at the rest of the school noticing that the students standing in the corridor muttering and whispering to one another about the comment that Santana had just shared with the rest of the school. A huge lump formed in his throat, his face started to burn and turn a crimson colour, he swallowed back the lump in his throat awkwardly and looked back at her.

She took a step towards him, "You think that you can mess with me, Puckerman," she whispered angrily in his face, "You've got another thing coming, don't ever mess with a bitch because you'll always get burned." She took a step back and placed her hands back on her hips as she strutted her way back down the packed school hallway full of students muttering and whispering to themselves after the show that they just experienced. Puck glanced around and looked at all of the students staring at him.

"What?!" He yelled as he opened his arms out to the side, "What the hell are you looking at?!" The packed hallway of students dispersed quickly as they scurried down the hallway. Puck slammed his door shut, he flung his backpack over his right shoulder and stormed down the corridor.

Santana stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom with tissues in her hand as she dabbed her puffy face. Tears were streaming down her face as she wiped them away before it started to ruin her make-up including her mascara. Brittany stood behind her and had her hand placed softly on Santana's arm.

"Please don't cry, Santana," Brittany said to her softly, "I don't like seeing you cry."

"I just don't understand," Santana replied as she dabbed her cheeks with the tissue, "I just don't understand why he would do that to me. I mean, come on, look at me, I'm smoking hot."

"You are smoking hot," Brittany repeated.

"And I'm amazing in bed," she recalled, "Something that he's not."

"You are amazing in bed," Brittany repeated. Santana looked at her through the reflection in the mirror with an arched eyebrow.

"How would you know that I'm good in bed?" She questioned her.

"I don't know," Brittany shrugged, "I just thought that I would say it to make you feel better."

"Okay," she replied with confusion, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Brittany smiled. Santana shook her head and carried on dabbing her cheeks with her damp tissue.

"Wait until I find out who he's been sleeping with," she hissed, "Because what I did to him won't be as bad compared what I'm gonna be doing to her. Because nobody sleeps with my man and gets away with it."

"But he's not your man anymore," Brittany stated innocently, "You've broken up."

"He was my man when she slept with him," she remarked, "And she's gonna be the most hated girl ever because this bitch bites."

The New Directions were all sitting in the choir room, Santana sat the back of the class next to Brittany where Puck sat at the back of the class to the left of her with his arms folded across his chest. Mr Schuester was standing at the front of the class and he clasped his hands together.

"Okay, guys," he chimed, "Today we're gonna be doing songs about how we feel right now."

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked as she raised her hand up in the air.

"Well," he replied, "It could be that you're happy right now, or you could be angry, sad, any emotion that you're feeling right now."

"Can I start?" Santana asked as she rose her hand into the air.

"Oh god no," Puck moaned, "We don't want to be hearing that."

"You know what," she spat, "Because you said that, I'm gonna be doing it." She stood up and walked to the centre of the choir classroom. "I told you, Puck," she shot at him, "Don't mess with this bitch." Puck shook his head and folded his arms across his chest as he leaned back into the chair.

[Santana]

I've been standing where you left me (left me)
Praying that you'd come and get me (get me)
But now I've found my second wind (wind)
Now I found my second skin (skin)

Well I know what you were thinking
You thought you'd watch me fade away (away)
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave each piece a name (a name)

One of me is wiser
One of me is stronger
One of me's a fighter
And there's a thousand faces of me
And we're gonna rise up
Yeah, we're gonna rise up
For every time you broke me
And you're gonna face an army
Army of me

Welcome to my revolution (lution) ha
All your walls are breaking down (down) mmmhmmm
It's time you had a taste of losing (losing) nah
Time the table's turned around (round) yeah

I see a glimpse of recognition
But it's too little it's too late, it's too late
And what you though was your best decision, ugh
Just became your worst mistake (mistake)

So how does it feel
To know that I beat ya
And I can defeat ya
Oh how does it feel
Cause it sure feels sweeter
It sure feels sweeter to me

Now that that I am wiser
Now that I am stronger
Now that I'm a fighter, ha
There's a thousand faces of me

And I'm gonna rise up (I'm gonna rise up)
Yeah I'm gonna rise up (yeah I'm gonna rise up)
For every time you broke me (you broke me, yeah ay)
There's a thousand faces of me (ay ay)
And I'm gonna rise up (rise up)
Yeah and I'm gonna rise up (rise up)
For every time you broke me (for every time you broke me, yay)
You're gonna face an army

The whole class clapped their hands together and Santana placed her hands on her hips, she tilted her head and looked at Puck.

"Just remember," she shot at him, "You think that you can mess with me and you can put me down but you're forgetting one thing."

"Oh yeah," he replied cockily, "And what's that?"

"I'm Santana Lopez, bitch," she told him, "And nobody messes with this bitch." Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes and Brittany clapped their hands together and whooped her. Santana shrugged one of her shoulders at him and strutted back over to her seat, she sat down on her seat folding her arms across her chest, she glanced over at Puck and smirked at him smugly. The bitch had won that round and she was going to win every round from there on in.