Santana sat uncomfortably next to Kurt in the choir room, he had been staring at her since that morning and it was beginning to grate on her something rotten. "Are you going to tell me why you haven't stopped staring at me all day or am I going to have to assume you've started batting for the other team, Hummel?"

He rolled his eyes in a way only Kurt could manage, adding a click of his tongue for added emphasis. "I haven't been staring, just observing. There is a difference."

"Do enlighten me, Lady Lips."

He scowled at her before rolling his eyes again. "You've been out of school for three days, Santana. That's not a good sign in my experience, can't I be concerned for a friend? Besides, Sebastian's started texting Blaine again. Do you realize you just flinched when I said his name?"

It was Santana's turn to scowl. "I'm fine. Stomach bug or something, or so my dad says. Sebastian can text who he likes, it's not my business anymore as I'm sure Blaine's told you."

Kurt patted her arm awkwardly before smiling brightly as Blaine sat down beside him.

"Are you ready for Operation Seahorse?"

Santana groaned. "Seahorse?"

"Well no one's going to be able to figure out what we're doing and that's the point of code names, Santana." Santana sighed as Rachel sat next to her, smiling far too widely for anyone's liking.

"Why did we even need a code name?" Santana asked, having been curious since Blaine had announced he was going to figure out a code name for their task.

"Sebastian suggested it and I thought it was a good idea."

"Since when do you listen to Sebastian?" Kurt demanded, his voice raising an octave and he grew irritated.

Blaine blushed, ducking his dark head. "I don't-"

Before he could defend himself further, Mr Schue entered the room, effectively ending their conversation.

An hour later, and Santana was left by herself as the other four filled out of the choir room following the end of the meeting, Blaine gave her a discreet thumbs up as she approached Puck.

"Puckerman!"

He turned, blinking at her in surprise. "Santana. I knew you'd come round eventually, Finn owes me twenty bucks."

She ignored the bile rising in her throat as she tried to keep her tone casual and flirtatious. "You were right, you were the best sex I ever had. Seriously, Sebastian was terrible in the sack; probably something to do with being gay, or whatever. I don't know - not that it even matters now. He abandoned me, Puck, and you know what I'm like. I need a warm body underneath mine." She trailed her fingers up his chest, trying to remember the little things he had enjoyed before. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "If you're up for it-"

"Here?"

She pulled back, trying to mask the disgusted expression on her face. "No! I was hoping you'd be a gent and offer a motel room." She tried not to think of Sebastian as her mind threatened to conjure images of the dodgy motel rooms Sebastian had rented for their liaisons.

Puck nodded, his lips curling into what Santana assumed he thought was a sexy smirk. In reality the expression just made him look constipated. "Deal."

"Pick me up tonight, six o'clock?" She grinned as he agreed. "You might want to sort that out," she muttered, glancing down at his crotch. "I don't think Coach Beiste wants to see that much of you at football practice."

She left quickly, tugging her phone from her pocket. She pulled up the group chat Blaine had set up the night before.

Step one complete. Your move B!

She hit send before hurrying to her home economics class. She smiled at Brittany as she took her seat. Not bothering to apologize to their teacher - she never bothered trying to complain when Santana was late these days.

XxXXxX

Sebastian and Blaine were sat in Sebastian's car, just opposite the motel. Despite Kurt's protests, Blaine had volunteered to sit with Sebastian stating that he was the only one who wouldn't try to murder Sebastian while they waited and Rachel would be the only one who could keep Kurt under control while they were sitting in the Motel room next to the one Puck had paid to use with Santana.

"Are you sure she'll be alright alone in there with him?"

Blaine turned, an eyebrow raised. "Santana's a big girl, she can take care of herself. I'm pretty sure she'd castrate Puck without a second thought if he tried anything."

Sebastian nodded. "I know. I can't help but worry though."

Blaine smiled. "That's love, Sebastian."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm just worried about the baby. Santana means nothing to me. Now that I'm single..." He turned his attention to Blaine who scoffed.

Blaine shook his head, shuffling away. "Lie to yourself all you want, but lying to me isn't going to work. Now be quiet, I'm trying to figure out what's going on."

Sebastian groaned, turning his attention to the motel. Secretly, he was glad Santana hadn't taken Puck to the scene of one of their rendezvous, not that he'd ever tell her. He sighed. That sort of thought wasn't welcome. He'd done what he'd done and hurt them both for a reason. Their relationship just wasn't healthy and they needed to grow up separately to come back together and give a non-toxic relationship a chance.

"Hey, there they are."

Sebastian could hardly watch as Puck led Santana, wearing the tightest dress she owned, and his jacket, to one of the dodgy motel's rooms. He could feel his nails digging into his palms as his hands curled into fists. He knew Santana was acting but it didn't make it any easier to watch as she draped herself across another guy. Puck's hands were twisting in her long, dark hair.

"Are you okay?"

Sebastian felt a muscle in his jaw tighten as he tore his eyes away from the disgusting scene in front of him. "I'm fine," he managed through tightly clenched teeth. "I just can't believe she's letting him behave like that with her before they even get through the door."

"She knows you're watching. She might not even be aware of it herself but she probably wants to make you suffer for what you did to her."

"You know, she's not the only one suffering because of what I did-" he stopped himself. He wasn't going to give Blaine any ammunition to use against him, or worse, pass on to Kurt. "I'm just pissed off. Puckerman is an utter leech. Can't even wait to get through the door."

Blaine shrugged. "I've never known him be any different. That's just the way Puck is."

Sebastian groaned. "Well I don't like it."

"You don't have to, you just have to sit here quietly while I try and remember the plan."

The pair sat in silent for ten minutes, before noticing Kurt and Rachel leaving their motel room. That was the signal. Sebastian was out of the car faster than Blaine, sprinting over to the room without waiting for his companion.

"Right, let's do this." He pushed past Kurt who grumbled incoherently at his Marc Jacobs jacket being sullied by Sebastian's touch. Sebastian rolled his eyes, silently reminding himself that they were on the same side, just this once, and irritating Kurt wouldn't be worth the fuss.

"Ready?"

He glanced at Rachel, giving her a curt nod before walking towards the door, behind which Puckerman was doing God only knew what to Santana.

XxXXxX

Santana lay as still as she could whilst Puck felt her up, running slobbery kisses up and down her neck. She shuddered, hoping he would think it was just desire than revulsion.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. The others were waiting a long time to come to her rescue. She froze as she felt Puck's hand wander too far up her inner thigh. She sat up quickly, grabbing his hand. "Not yet, I'm not ready."

Puck narrowed his eyes before nodding. "You're out of practice, Lopez."

She shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for wanting to take things slowly after so long without good practice."

"I'll make it good for you, Baby." He continued with his ministrations, expertly unhooking her bra without bothering to go under her dress. "Can I take this off?"

Santana looked hurriedly at the door before nodding. "Why not, it's got to come off at some point. Not the panties though, not yet." She shuffled out of the dress as Puck pulled it over her head. She fought the urge to cover her chest with her arm and Puck stared at her – she was beginning to worry he'd actually lick his lips. She'd never felt so vulnerable.

As she looked at the clock again the door burst open. Puck hadn't bothered to lock the door? Charming.

She avoided looking at Sebastian as he barged in ahead of the others. Even so, she noticed him raise an eyebrow at her state of undress, not that she was overly bothered about it; the only people who could see her were Puck, who had seen her like this loads of times, Blaine and Kurt who hardly counted and Rachel who was pointedly looking the other way.

"Cover yourself up," Sebastian hissed, chucking the jacket she had discarded at her with barely a glance.

She considered ignoring him but gave in, mostly for the sake of Rachel who looked like she would strain her neck if she continued to respect Santana's modesty.

"What is this?"

Santana had almost forgotten that Puck was even there until he piped up, clearly irritated at having his hook-up interrupted.

"We know, Puckerman."

Puck didn't even blink, just shrugged nonchalantly. "That I'm in here with Santana? Congratulations, it's not exactly difficult to get Santana into a motel room."

Santana noticed Sebastian's breathing stop, he looked as if he was about to swing for Puck. She couldn't help but wonder if he really would. Or if the guy even knew how to give a good left hook. She doubted it somehow. "Thanks for that, Puckerman. What Sebastian meant, was we know it was you who sent the photo to Blaine."

"What photo?"

"The one of Sebastian kissing Wes. Remember, you were trying to break us up. Ring a bell?"

He sighed. "For one, I don't even have Blaine's number. Second of all, I'm not that desperate to get into Santana's pants. Been there, done that."

Sebastian looked to be about two seconds away from punching Puck in the gut. "We know it was you, Artie caved and told Santana."

For the first time Puck looked genuinely shocked. "How'd you get him to tell you?"

"Put it this way, I put the fear of God into him. That and promised that I would tell Brittany about all this. He didn't want to risk her breaking up with him. Now admit to it before I decide to rip off one of your nut sacks. I'll let you choose, I'm not a complete monster after all."

"Alright fine. Yeah, it was me. No, it wasn't to get in your pants. I'm not that desperate. Actually, it sort of was. Artie wanted revenge for Brittany and happened to come up with a stupid bet. We would break you and Sebastian up; that would be Artie's revenge sorted. Then I'd get you to sleep with me. It would've been the easiest fifty bucks I'd ever made."

Santana was disgusted by how nonchalant he was as he explained his plan.

"It's not like you can do anything about it. I have nothing to lose, you have no blackmail material. I have pretty tough skin."

"No, we don't. We can, however, make sure you're kicked off the football team and don't graduate. Don't think I won't do it, Puckerman."

"How do you plan to do that? You've got nothing."

"None of your concern."

Rachel stepped forward, edging gingerly around Sebastian who still looked ready to kill someone. "I think you owe them an apology, Noah."

Puck shook his head. "I don't owe anyone anything. You are the ones who just burst in here and are accusing me of crap you have no proof of."

Santana rolled her eyes. "C'mon. We're not getting anywhere with him." She moved to walk out the door, stopping only when Sebastian grabbed her by the arm.

Sebastian. "Don't."

Without a word the others left the room, dragging a protesting Puck with them.

"We'll give you guys a minute," Blaine muttered, tightening his grip on Puck who had begun to try and swivel his way from his grasp. "Puck, I'm going to give you one warning. I ran the Dalton Fight Club. Don't test me."

xxXxXxx

A/N Hey, it's a longer chapter with a little bit of action. I hope it's alright. Don't worry, Puck won't get off scot free. Promise. Hopefully this one makes up for the last one…Reviews please?