Without any discussion needed among them, Puck, Quinn, and Rachel scrambled to find items to stack against the door in an effort to block it off, grabbing up chairs and the table and hastily placing them in front of the door. None of them were very heavy in their build, and even if they were to delay the people outside, they would not hold them off indefinitely. And even as they were doing so, Puck was hollering over his shoulder to Santana, not losing sight of the Brittany situation even as he attempted to shove a chair back beneath the door handle.

"Santana, get her into the fucking bathroom and help us block it off, or hand her over to me and I'll do it, but either way, get off your ass and help us out!"

"Puck-" Rachel shouted back towards him, anxious as to his tone and intent, but nothing she did or said would have been noticed by either of them by this point. Santana was already screaming back at him, mostly insults that were punctuated by other words that seemed to be a mix of Spanish with English and were understood by no one. But what was clear to all who so much as glanced at her and her arms tightly wound around the taller blonde in her lap was that she had no intention whatsoever of letting go of her, let alone surrendering her up to Puck, and if this were to happen, she would have to be physically forced to do so.

And this is exactly what Puck chose to do. Letting out a noise in his throat that almost sounded like a growl, he abandoned the efforts of blocking off the door to Quinn and Rachel and instead came at the two figures on the couch, his steps quick and menacing in demeanor, the strides long enough that it took him less than two seconds to reach the couch. With Santana still screaming up at him, her hands digging into Brittany's arms until both her fingers and Brittany's skin beneath went white from the pressure, Puck grabbed Santana's hands and squeezed hard, until he felt something pop beneath his grasp. He wrenched her hands off of Brittany and forced them up and over her head, away from being able to hold her or have any control of the situation. Even as Santana shrieked and swore at him, fighting to release herself from his hold, he still didn't touch Brittany. Instead, he forced Santana up and out from beneath Brittany, lifting her up and then tossing her bodily to the ground beside the couch so that she fell hard onto her back and elbows, appearing briefly stunned, too pained to catch her breath or get back to her feet and fight him. Even as Rachel gasped and choked Puck's name, even as Kurt, still crouched in the corner, half covered his face with his hands, Puck then lifted Brittany up and holding her carelessly in his hands, as far out from himself as he could manage without dropping her. The girl dangled in his hands, arms, legs, and head unsupported, and they all watched him head not for the bathroom, as he had originally told Santana, but rather for the door out to the hallway, barking all the while for Rachel and Quinn to step back and get out of the way.

It was clear that Puck intended not to quarantine Brittany, but rather to sacrifice her. Whether or not she was going to be violent, he appeared to be taking no chances, operating under the assumption that the others outside the door would be distracted enough by her to forget about them, still inside.

It might have very well worked as he imagined, if it had gone according to his plan. But Santana would never have allowed for that. Even as shocked as she was, even if she was feeling physical pain from Puck's handling, she could not have, would not have let him do this, not without putting all she had into stopping him. And that was exactly what she did.

Screaming and shrieking loudly, without any coherent words that anyone could hear, Santana was on her feet and rushing him, throwing herself against Puck with all her weight and forcefulness as she attempted with a half-tackle to slow him down from reaching the door, maybe even to knock him over. Although her weight was slight, he was not expecting this, and having to hold Brittany as he had been, and at such an awkward and unbalanced angle from his body, Puck did not fall, but he did stagger, having to recover his balance by shifting Brittany in closer against him to make up for the weight now attached to his back. From behind him Santana was still clinging onto him and yelling at him, hitting him with both fists and scratching long, manicured fingers down his back and arms, which actually was more physically painful than anything her fists could do to him. Quinn and Rachel were shouting now too, Kurt was crying, and all of this mixed into a terrible cacophony that none of them could understand, and which only seemed to stir up and excite the crowd outside the doorway, if the increased scratching and scrabbling noises outside the door were anything to go by.

They were still trying to get in. They were interested, they were dedicated, and they showed no signs of slowing down.

Screaming on the inside, screaming on the outside, and Brittany's body in the middle of it all, the center of the storm. The reason for it all, the focus of all the commotion and noise, and yet there was little attention being actually cast her way, no one's eyes on her in the midst of everyone else.

And that was why when she slowly opened unfocused eyes, and shifted herself in Puck's newly tightened grasp, turning her head towards his chest, no one noticed, no one registered this as a change. That was why when Brittany lifted her head, opened her mouth wide, and bit into Puck's throat, no one saw, no one could have stopped her until it was already too late. That was why until they heard Puck's screams, until his legs started to buckle and he fell to the floor, Brittany's teeth still clamped onto his neck, Santana being dragged down to the ground with him and nearly pinned beneath his weight before she managed to roll away, no one had any idea what was happening.