AN: Alright I'm back. Sorry it took so long. I had most of the chapter written actually but I hit a wall. Stupid writers block and being busy with RL. Hopefully it won't be so long before the 3rd and final part.

Disclaimed: Still not mine because then there would be Puckelberry with Santana/Berry friendship. But the copious amounts of Finchel (gag me) that will be in season 2 obviously mean I still don't own this show.

Santana's eyes lock on Puck's as she starts singing again, knowing he'd purposely avoided her during his verse. She could tell he was still pissed about the song choice. It was her way at getting back at him for his comments. Just because she took him back didn't mean she'd let him off scot free. Please, she was a bitch. And let's be honest, he helped make her that way.

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

Meanwhile, Puck should've known better than to avoid Santana during the song. But it's not his fucking fault this song rubs him raw. Damn bitch knows exactly where to hit him to make it hurt. He should've known she wasn't gonna let it go, but that's okay because he could give it as good as her. Please, he was an ass. And let's be honest, she helped make him that way.

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling

*flashback – 20 months ago*

"You're beautiful, you know that," Puck says, brushing the hair off the face of the brunette in his bed.

"I know," Santana says with a soft smile. "Thank you."

"So you're okay?"

She smiles at the concerned look on his face. She loves that only she gets this side of Puck. "I'm fine, Puck. I'm a little sore. But do I regret this? Us? Not at all. I love you."

Puck can't hide the shiver of delight that runs through his body on hearing those three words from her. "I love you, too."

"I'm glad I waited for you, Puckerman," she says, pecking him on the lips before rolling over in his arms to go to sleep.

"I'm glad I waited for you, Lopez," he whispers quietly, tightening his arm around her waist.

*end of flashback*

Yeah them chills
Used to get 'em
Now you're getting fucking sick
Of looking at 'em
You swore you've never hit 'em
Never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit 'em
You push
Pull each other's hair
Scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down
Pin 'em
So lost in the moments
When you're in 'em
It's the rage that took over
It controls you both

*flashback – 12 months ago*

Santana and Puck broke up for one and a half months. During that time, Puck whored himself out for his pool business, and Santana whored herself out among whichever guy she decided was potentially a good lay. They were each trying to forget the other, but that didn't work. One month into the school year, Santana and Puck were back together. It was Rachel Berry and her stalker, Jacob Ben Israel, that discovered as much. Poor Rachel was looking for cleaning supplies for her locker when she opened that particular supply closet during her study hall. Jacob had to follow his "love" when he saw her walk past his History class. Needless to say, the entire school knew within half an hour that Santana and Puck had been…celebrating…their new relationship.

For two weeks everything was great. They ignored why they broke up. The fight was in the past so why did they need to rehash it? Only it was impossible for either party to completely turn their back on how they'd been acting post-breakup. Puck missed being able to act on the attention he received from any woman without Santana glaring at, or even hitting, him. Santana missed being able to talk or flirt with other guys without Puck's eyes boring into her or without Puck beating up any guy that talked to her. Puck found himself resenting Santana more and more, doing whatever was necessary to avoid spending time with her outside of sex. Santana did the same, choosing to hang out with Quinn, Brittany and the rest of the Cheerios. She would go out with them whenever possible just so she could find guys to talk to who weren't afraid of being tossed in a dumpster or getting a black eye.

Finally, it came to a head in the middle of the main hallway at school right before lunch. Santana and Puck are talking at her locker while she puts away her books. Puck is sort of paying attention even though his eyes are following a freshman Cheerio and her short-ass skirt and long legs who is making her way up to the pair.

"Hey Santana. Hey Puck," the young Cheerio says, holding her books in front of her chest.

"What do you want?" Santana asks, rudely. She wasn't oblivious to Puck's wandering eye, and she didn't like it.

"I'm having a party this weekend 'cuz my parents are out of town. I wanted to invite you guys," the girl says, smiling at the pair. "I really hope you come." She directs the last part at Puck.

"I never turn down a party," Puck says, smirking at the girl. His eyes rake over her body, making her blush. She giggles before walking away from the pair, not noticing Santana seething in anger.

Puck slings his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, also not looking at her face. "Lunch, babe? I'm starved."

"Fuck you, Puckerman," Santana says, shoving his arm off of her shoulder.

He sighs. "What the fuck did I do this time?"

She turns to face him. "Thanks for flirting with one of my little Cheerie-Hos in front of me. Now there's all gonna be insubordinate and think they can fuck my boyfriend."

"Wait, so it's okay for you to flirt with my teammates all the fucking time, but I can't flirt with another girl?" Puck looks at her incredulously.

Santana rolls her eyes. "I fucking talk to your teammates, asshat. They're my friends, too."

Puck backs her into the locker, whispering in her ear. Both are oblivious as to the crowd that's begun to gather around them. No one has seen a good Puck/Santana fight in months. "You don't wanna know the shit I hear in the locker room about you. Some of it has to be true because its stuff only someone who's fucked you would know. So talk my ass."

"Guess what? I have guy friends," she says, shoving him away hard, causing him to fall to the floor. "Just because you're incapable to being friends with a girl without fucking her doesn't mean everyone else can't be friends with the opposite sex."

Puck snort, derisively. He picks himself up off the floor before responding. "Sure I don't have girl friends but at least I admit to it. You don't have guy friends. You have guys you fucked who are looking for a second chance to get in your pants." Puck starts to walk away, knowing based on their history this could get meaner and physical very soon. He knows that he won't be able to stop himself if Santana physically attacks him again. He's badass enough to know that you don't touch a girl in public. Even if she provoked it and started it, you're gonna come off looking like the asshole.

Santana sneers, her anger getting the best of her. "You're a fucking Lima Loser, Puckerman. Just. Like. You're. Daddy. I don't know why were dating. You're not interested in anything more than fucking. And you'd obviously rather be fucking other people than me." She sees the look on Puck's face, knowing he just compared him to his father. She's one of the only people he's told about everything his father ever did, including abusing his mother and him without the slightest physical provocation from the two.

Puck counts to ten before turning to face her, noting the large crowd that's surrounded the pair. He vaguely notices Finn, Matt, and Mike ready to step in. He knows that its Finn's doing after hearing what Santana said to him. "Fuck you, you stupid fucking bitch. You're right. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free. You'd told me I'm the best you've had, and you keep coming back to me. We're fucking done unless you're really fucking lonely and need a fuck. Maybe, just maybe I'll have time for you. If not I'm sure there's a few guys at this school who would fuck your whore-ass again, knowing that you'll open your legs for anyone."

He turns his back to her again, ready to cut through the crowd of the dumb fucks gapping at the fight in front of them. Santana sees red at his statement and before she even knows what's going on, she's on his back hitting him.

"Fuck you, you self-righteous, arrogant prick. Don't you fucking treat me like that," she screeches in his ear. It takes Matt and Mike to pull her off, and Finn is right there next to Puck to prevent him from reacting. Puck doesn't even acknowledge anyone. He just stalks out of school, gets in his truck, and drives around town for the next few hours to clear his head.

He can't say he's surprised to find her on his porch when he gets home around 4 that night. There are no words. She follows him into the house. After that it's all bruises, biting, scratching, and clawing. It's fast and it's hard. It's painful. There are no sweet words in her ear. There are no names. There are angry growls. It's fucking; there's no other word for it. She gets dressed in her uniform immediately after and leaves, pausing only to press a soft kiss to his lips as the only apology for that afternoon.

*end of flashback*

So they say it's best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don't know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It's a different day

*flashback – 12 months ago*

Everyone's shocked the next day when Santana and Puck walk in hand-in-hand.

"Dude, I thought you and Santana were done," Finn says, once Puck drops his girlfriend off with her Cheerio friends. "You two fight all the time. Why do you stay together?"

"The sex is fantastic, bro," Puck says, putting his empty backpack in his locker.

Finn looks at his friend incredulously. "Is that worth it?"

"Dude, you're obviously a virgin," Puck snorts.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Santana's surrounded by her best friends who are asking the same questions.

"Santana, Puck treats you like crap. Why are you back with him?" Quinn asks her best friend.

"He's hot, and he's great in bed," Santana says frankly.

Quinn looks hard at her friend. "Sex isn't all there is to a relationship."

"It's enough."

"I dressed my cat up like a princess last night," Brittany says, interrupting the fight that looking likely between the girls.

"How'd that go, Britt?" Santana asks her friend with a soft smile.

Brittany locks her left arm through Santana's. "It was fun. I was going to take pictures but I couldn't work my phone. Mary wouldn't help me."

"Maybe next time we can come over and see," Quinn says as she locks her arm through Brittany's right.

"Lookin' hot, ladies," Puck says as the trio pass him, Finn, Matt, and Mike.

"You wish, Puckerman," Santana throws back with a smile.

"Every night, Lopez."

*end of flashback*

Sound like broken records
Playin' over
But you promised her
Next time you'll show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane

*flashback – 9 months ago*

"Quinn fucking Fabray, you jackass," Santana screeches as she threw another book at his head. "One of my best friends. You slept with one of my best friends. You got one of my best friends PREGNANT."

"You fucking dumped me for my credit score," Puck scoffs, dodging whatever Santana threw at him. "Stop fucking throwing shit at my head. And stop breaking my shit!"

Santana throws another DVD in its case at Puck. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Puck backs Santana into the wall, holding her hands above her head with one of his hands. "Santana! STOP! FUCKING! THROWING! MY! SHIT!"

"Well, stop fucking up my life," Santana says, wrenching her wrists from his grip. She shoves him away, hard. He isn't expecting it, so he stumbles back a little.

"Well, stop being a fucking bitch," he says, grabbing her wrist and turning it slightly to keep her from hitting him. "You've fucked half of my teammates, and I haven't said shit!" She turns to kick him in the shins, and he shoves her away to prevent it. He accidently pushes her into his desk.

"You swore you'd never touch me again," Santana says, looking into his eyes. The jolt of the wall finally knocking her back into reality and out of the haze of anger she'd been in since that afternoon. Their position is reminiscent of their first breakup of many all those months ago.

"Fuck," he says, letting go of her arm as if it had burned him. Puck sits on the edge of his bed, placing his hands in his head.

"We're done, again."

"We weren't dating, remember?"

Santana stares at him coldly. "No, I mean we're fucking done with all of this shit. I'm fucking done with this shit. Goodbye Puck."

Puck can only stare at Santana as she walks out his bedroom door with her head held high. The slamming of his front door knocks him from his reverie. He watches out his bedroom window as she drives away from his house, and maybe, he thinks, out of his life.

*end of flashback*

Hope this was worth the wait, guys! I tried to sex it up a little in this chapter because now their relationship is mostly sex without the sweetness that it was before it all went to hell (at least in my mind). Thanks so much for all the reviews. They meant so much. I tried to reply to all of them, but some I didn't. If I didn't, know that it still meant a lot to me. They were all nice and helpful. So review again please!