AN: By request, a Muck with a side of Bitchy Santana! Takes place after Furt, but before Special Education. Not connected with any previous drabbles.
Drabble 10
Ever since Kurt had transferred, Puck made it his mission to be Mercedes's one man army. He ate with her at lunch, walked her to class, and generally spent his time making sure the diva was too preoccupied to be sad. Mercedes grew suspicious after a few days, and called him out on it.
"Puck, I really appreciate you walking me to class and all, but it's really not necessary."
Puck nodded. "Yeah, it is."
"Why?"
"Because I want a second chance."
Mercedes gaped. "What? Why?"
"Because in the short time we were together, you were the coolest girl I'd ever dated. I want a chance to be with you, seriously. So, I figure making sure you don't get lonely with Kurt gone is a start." Mercedes was at a genuine loss for words. Puck smiled. "So, can I continue to walk you to class?"
Mercedes gave a wordless nod, and followed Puck as he led her to her History class. Down the hall a short distance, Santana watched and fumed.
Mercedes and Puck were happily talking in Glee when Santana sauntered in. She looked directly at Mercedes and said, "You do realize he's going to be sleeping with me while he's 'dating' you, right?"
Puck glared. "Santana, can't you find someone else to screw? I'm unavailable."
"No, you'll be unavailable when I say you're unavailable. And no 'girlfriend' is gonna change that."
Puck rolled his eyes. "We were fuck buddies, not exclusive. Get over it."
Santana gave Mercedes her best glare. "You know I'm right, Wheezy."
Mercedes stood up. "Look Santana. If Puck wants to stop messing with you, that's on him. Don't try to tell him what he can and can't do because he does not belong to you."
Santana gave her a long look. "Honestly Puckerman, what do you see in her?"
Mercedes moved until she was an inch from Santana's face. "I don't put up with any bullshit for starters. Let Puck worry about Puck. It makes you look...desperate otherwise," she said evenly.
"You don't know who you're messing with." Santana seethed.
Mercedes folded her arms. "Girl, if you wanna knuckle up, go ahead. I will wipe the floor with your bulimic ass." Santana moved to slap her, and Mercedes grabbed Santana's wrist in a vice-like grip. "Really? Do you really want to fight about this?"
"Leave Puck the hell alone!" Santana shrieked.
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "I will leave him alone when he wants to be left alone." She let go of Santana's wrist with a disgusted sigh and sat back down. "The conversation is finished."
Puck wrapped his arm around Mercedes's shoulders. "That's why you're my kinda girl."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and removed his arm from her shoulders. "I'm not your girl."
"Yet."
AN: Well? I feel so bad for writing bitchy Santana, because I really do love her...I'm going to go cry now.