Disturbia Chapter 2: FOD, a glee fanfic

A/N: So, people wanted to see Finn and Puck's reaction to what happened. So, deleted scene at Puck's house. I *will* be posting the smutty scenes, but I just want to improve them a little. So, without further ado, read on.

The anger in the car was palpable as Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany drove to Puck's house. Why they were going there Mercedes had no idea, but she had a feeling Puck would demand an explanation, and that it probably won't be pretty. Santana, who had been glaring out the window the entire trip, roughly grabbed her iPod, and put the perfect song on.

Something's on my mind

It's been for quite some time

This time I'm on to you

So where's the other face?

The face I heard before

Your head trip's boring me

Let's nuke the bridge we torched

2,000 times before

This time we'll blast it all to hell

I've had this burning in my guts now

for so long

My belly's aching now to say

Stuck down in a rut of dislogic and smut

A side of you well hid

When it's all said and done

it's real and it's been fun

But was it all real fun?

Let's nuke the bridge we torched

2,000 times before

This time we'll blast it all to hell

I've felt this burning in my guts now

for so long

My belly's aching now to say, to say

You're just a fuck,

I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck.

I'm take, in pride,

in telling you to fuck off and die.

I've had this burning in my guts now

for so long

My belly's aching now to say

I'm taking pleasure in the doubts

I've passed to you

So listen up as you bite this

You're just a fuck,

I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck.

I'm take, in pride,

in telling you to fuck off and die.

Goodnight!

Something had obviously happened to Santana that made her so sensitive to the issue, but Mercedes felt the same way. What Blaine had done to Kurt was horrible, and Mercedes did wish that she could tell him to fuck off and die, but she knew Kurt would forgive him eventually.

Santana slammed on Puck's door. "Open up loser!"

Mercedes and Brittany laughed as Puck answered, "Not in the mood, Santana, plus Finn's here."

"This isn't about sex, Puckerman. In fact, Finn might be interested to hear this, since it's about his little brother, now open the hell up!"

"Wait, what's up with Kurt?" Finn's dopey but concerned voice floated through the door.

"Let me the fuck in, then I'll tell you." That did the trick, Finn swung the door open, allowing the three girls in. All three of the girls had been in Puck's house before, so they pushed past Finn and walked straight into Puck's living room.

"Where's your hunting knife?" Mercedes looked at Santana, shocked, as she demanded this of Puck, while Brittany absentmindedly twirled a piece of her loose blonde hair around her finger.

"Wow, hold on, babe. What the hell is going on?" Even Puck looked surprised and slightly disturbed by Santana's request.

"I'm going to cut Anderson's fucking balls off, that's what's going on. Now where's the knife?"

"Okay, what the hell did he do to get you that riled up? I mean, I know you're a wildcat, but he obviously struck a nerve." Mercedes sometimes forgot how close Santana and Puck were, even outside of bed.

"None of your damn business Puckerman," Santana snarled.

"Well, it's my business. Kurt's my little bro."

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Santana rolled her eyes, probably remembering what Kurt had told her of the redecorating incident.

"Why doesn't Finny like dolphin sex again?" Brittany could be completely oblivious, but it was a great way to alert Finn to what was happening.

"Wait, Blaine and Kurt.. what the hell?" Finn looked angry and confused, but not disgusted, which was a good sign.

"Your bro and his... I have no idea what to call them. His Blaine, I guess. Anyway, they had hot, sweaty, amazing gay sex, but Blaine left him after. So he's having a breakdown, and the more time we spend here, explaining this to you Neanderthals, the more time he's alone in his room at Dalton, crying his eyes out. So if you wouldn't mind just getting us the damn knife, Noah?" Whenever Santana wanted something non-sexual from him she used his first name.

"Dude, that's totally fucked up. How could he screw with our little virgin?" Puck always teased Kurt about being a virgin, but this time he meant 'how could Blaine do something like that to someone so innocent?' Santana had no answer though. Puck stormed out of the room.

"I'm gonna kill him!" Finn got up and headed for the door. Finn had been upset and hurt when he had found out about Quinn and Puck, and when he had beat Puck up, but the pure rage in his face was something no one had ever seen before. Kurt really had become his little brother, despite everything that had happened between them in the past, and Finn was ready to hurt anyone who hurt him.

"Calm down, Cowboy," Santana teasingly used Kurt's sometimes nickname for him. "That's my job. We'll take care of Kurt and Blaine, and you two shoot zombie's heads off. That's how this works."

A few seconds after the girls had calmed Finn down enough that he wouldn't go on a murdering spree, Puck returned with a rather large and thankfully sheathed knife in his hands. Before handing it over to an impatiently waiting Santana, he paused and asked, "You're not really going to cut his balls off are you?"

"Well, I'm definitely going to scare the hell out of him. Whether or not Kurt forgives him is the deciding factor as to whether or not his balls end up in the nearest dumpster." Santana sounded completely serious, but Puck handed the knife over anyway.

"Take... take care of him, alright?" was what Finn called as the girls left Puck's house.

Oh, we will, thought Santana and Mercedes both, in completely different contexts.

On the drive there, another appropriate song came on. The radio seemed determined to create the soundtrack to their lives. Anger and rage and fire fueled the lyrics of the song.

I don't know who you think I am

He been gone since 3:30 (3:30)

Been coming home lately at 3:30 (3:30)

I'm super cool, I've been a fool,

but now I'm hot and baby you're gonna get it.

Now I ain't trippin', I, I ain't twisted, I,

I ain't demented, huh, well just a little bit, huh

I'm kicking ass, I'm taking names

I'm on a flame, don't come home babe

I'm breakin' dishes up in here

All night (uh huh)

I ain't gonna stop until I see police lights (uh huh)

I'm a fight a man (tonight)

I'm a fight a man

A man, a m-a-a-a-aan

A man, a man, a m-a-a-a-aan

I'm still waiting, come through the door

I'm killing time and I'm bleaching ya clothes

I'm roasting marshmallows on the fire

And what I'm burning, is your attire

I'm getting restless, I'm getting tested

And I can't believe hes always out every night and never checks in

Is he cheating? Man I don't know

I'm looking round for something else to throw

I'm breakin' dishes up in here

All night (uh huh)

I ain't gonna stop until I see police lights (uh huh)

I'm a fight a man (tonight)

I'm a fight a man

A man, a m-a-a-a-aan

A man, a man, a m-a-a-a-aan

(Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh)

I don't know who you think I am

(I don't know who you think I am)

But I really don't give a damn right now

(Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh)

If you don't come I'm a huff and puff and

Blow this, Blow this, uh

Blow this, Blow this,

Imma blow this, blow this, huh

Blow this, Blow this

Imma blow this, blow this, huh

Blow this house, house down

Dishes, breakin' dishes, breakin' dishes

I'm breakin' dishes up in here

All night (uh huh)

I ain't gonna stop until I see police lights (uh huh)

I'm a fight a man (tonight)

I'm a fight a man

A man, a m-a-a-a-aan

A man, a man, a m-a-a-a-aan

a man, a man, a m-a-a-a-aan

breakin' breakin' breakin' breakin' (dishes, dishes, dishes)

"God, I really hate guys like that," Santana said quietly, after the song had ended and moved on to happy Taylor Swift shit.

"Can I ask why?" Mercedes and Santana had tiptoed around each other for New Directions' sake, except for with their amazing duets, but something about this particular issue was hurting Santana, and Mercedes wanted to know.

"I've... I've had a lot of guys, all right? You know that, I'm the school slut, and I act all proud of it and all. But having a guy just leave after, sucks, no matter how many times it happens, and I can't imagine how Kurt must feel, having had that happen after his first time. Plus all the other shit he's had to deal with in life. I'm... worried about him, y'know?"

"Me too, Santana. He sounded so... broken on the phone." Mercedes could never un-hear her friend's hoarse and heart-broken voice on the phone, as Kurt sat slumped against the shower wall, desperate for someone to care.

"Which is why the guy in front of us needs to God damn well hurry up! Come on, asshole!" And just like that Santana-the-bitch was back, but Mercedes knew know how much she was really hurting. She wondered to herself, could Brittany, the dopey and loving blonde Cheerio in the backseat, be the one to fix her?

A/N: I liked this. Santana is all fire on the outside, but hurting on the inside. Finn and Puck were awesome. How come these fics always end up with a few songs in them? I swear I don't plan this stuff ahead of time. So, next thing I post will probably be the smutty parts.

Songs used:

'F.O.D.' by Green Day

'Breakin' Dishes' by Rihanna

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