A/N: First sentence provided by DarkndAngel9. Thanks!
All of a sudden, Jewfro ran into the choir room screaming.
"She's after me!" he shrieked, almost bowling over a line of folding chairs as he tripped over them in his haste to get behind Puck and Lauren and Mike standing near the other side of the room. Stumbling into Puck, he grabbed his shirt. "Help me! I'm too young to die!"
"Dude! Not cool. Puck is a loser-free zone!" Pushing Jewfro off of him and shoving him to the floor for good measure, Puck glared down at him. "Now, what the hell?"
White and trembling, Jewfro sniffled as he immediately slithered around to hide behind Puck's legs. "She's after me," he repeated, "I'm too young to diiiiiiieeeeee!"
"Jewfro!" Santana's voice echoed through the choir room, the girl stalking in. Radiating absolute fury, she zeroed in on the cowering boy. She started towards him.
"Yeah... I'm gettin' out of here." Kicking Jewfro off of him, Puck stepped back. He shook his head, then turned to Santana. "All yours."
Santana didn't acknowledge him. As she got closer to a frantically sobbing and whimpering Jewfro, she cracked her knuckles, one by one. "You know..." she purred dangerously, looking absolutely predatory, "I warned you."
"I-I know! I know! I'm so sorry! I won't do it again! I promise! Please don't kill me! Please!"
Bending over the pathetic creature, Santana shook her head. "I told you."
Jewfro threw up his hands, keeping them in front of his face as he tried to shuffle backwards. "I'm sorry!"
"And I. Don't. Care." Smiling evilly, Santana wrapped her hand into the collar of his shirt, hauling him up and slamming his back into the wall, curling her other hand into a fist. "You didn't listen,"
SLAM!
"When I told you,"
SLAM!
"To stay,"
SLAM!
"The,"
SLAM!
"Fuck,"
SLAM!
"Away,"
SLAM! SLAM!
"From Rachel!"
SLAM! SLAM! CRUNCH!
Puck winced, shaking his head. "Damn. I almost feel sorry for the poor bastard. You never mess with Santana's girl. Never."