Hello everyone! Yes, I know. It's been a while since I updated and there is nothing I can do but apologise. So I'm sorry ): Thank you for your patience though! I hope you all had a great Christmas or whatever you celebrate at this time of year. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

I DO NOT OWN GLEE!

As Finn opened the door, he felt himself being pushed harshly back against the inside hall wall. He registered soon after that it was Santana's arm that was holding his neck back.

"What the fuck are you playing at, Lumps!?" she yelled as she stretched her body up to face him. His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about." He stuttered. He made no attempt to push Santana away.

"Oh I think you do! That little note you sent to me?" She reminded him. He looked away from her. "So it was you! You bastard!" She continued to shout as her leg involuntarily bent and kneed Finn's crotch. He bent over in pain.

"Argh! Oh my God, Santana!" he cried as she let him fall to the floor. For a moment she was shocked at her actions but then she realised how much he deserved it.

"This is nothing yet, Frankenteen! If you EVER threaten Quinn and me again, you'll have no balls to hold onto! You got that?" Finn whined on the floor in pain. She kicked him again. "I said you got that!?"

"No! You and Quinn make me sick!" he said through gritted teeth as he began to push himself off the floor. Santana had to just tap him with her foot for him to fall down again.

"What did you just say?" she demanded. He looked up at her through slits.

"You've brainwashed her! I'm trying to make her see that! By threatening you, she'll come running back to me. The good guy. Unlike you, Santana. You are just a worthless, scheming, bit- Argh!" he screamed as she got down onto the floor and slapped the smug grin off his face.

"You are such a loser. Do you know what she's been telling me about you? You want to know what she really thinks about you? Quinn told me… right after we fucked by the way…" Santana laughed sickly. "That she thinks you're weak. You're passive. And what else was it she said? Um… oh yeah, haha. How could I forget? You're boring. Now… does that sound like somebody who loves you?" Santana teased as she put her face right in front of Finn's. Finn clenched his jaw as the words put the pieces together in his mind, but he refused to believe it.

"You're lying." he mumbled. Santana smiled.

"I don't lie. I just tell it like it is." she stated. "Now leave us the hell alone or you will get what you deserve." she warned with daggers in her eyes before turning around and heading to the door. Just before she opened it, she felt a big hand wrap around her arm and pull her back.

"No! I'm not scared of you, Santana. You can't love anything because you're just a cold bitch and you'll be alone forever!" he pushed. Her blood was boiling- her temper had reached its highest point. Finn didn't know anything about her! The force of anger took over her already irrational mind and she kicked off to the point that she didn't recognise herself. Her fist rapidly made its way to Finn's nose with such a force that he fell back against the wall once again. She went to do it again but his hands grabbed onto her arms so hard that her bones were aching. The adrenaline from the confrontation gave her more power than she'd ever felt in her whole life. She spat in his face which forced him to push her away with disgust. She fell back on the floor. She winced with pain.

"Is this where you bang your chest with your fists?" she laughed sadistically as she looked up at Finn who was glaring down at her. He looked like he wanted to kill her. "Go on then, King Kong. You obviously want to hit me… no better time than the present." she teased. Her smirk never leaving her face. She didn't feel scared at all. She enjoyed winding him up- especially to the point of him breaking.

"I'm not going to sink to your level, Santana." he said after a few moments of clenching his fists and jaw. Blood was dripping from his bruised nose. Santana let out a loud throaty laugh.

"Well my level is enough to get Quinn to love me. I'd rather stay down here in that case. You've got your head way in the clouds if you seriously believe she ever loved you." she knew she was pushing her luck, but she felt genuine hatred for the guy. "So if you're not going to hit me, I'm going to go and see my girlfriend, who will no doubt be very happy to see me, if you get what I mean," she teased with a wink and she hoisted herself off of the floor.

"Fuck you, Santana! Just… fuck you!" he yelled as she left. His face was bright red with anger. He really did want to hurt her but the consequences wouldn't be worth it.

Santana put in her headphones and laughed to herself as she began to walk to her car. Problem solved. She was just about to get in when her cell rang.

"Hello?"

"Sanny!" Santana smiled when she heard the sweet voice.

"Hey, Brit. How are you?" she asked. She hadn't spoken to her best friend in a while and she was glad to hear from her- she needed something to calm her down. She realised when she held the phone up to her ear how much her hands were shaking. She'd never been that violent before and she was almost scared this side of her, but it seemed to have worked. Finn won't be bothered her or Quinn again, she thought.

Brittany went on to talk about what was going on in her life- which seemed to be a lot. Brittany could never just have a brief conversation. Santana had learnt a technique over the years- being able to pretend she's completely engaged in listening to Brittany by saying the occasional "Oh my God!" or "No way?" which always seemed to work. What Santana really had on her mind was how happy her and Quinn could be together now Finn was out of the way.

Quinn sat on Santana's bed chewing her nails. She never chewed her nails, but she was just so damn worried. Quinn knew exactly how angry Santana can get- especially when Finn was involved. She hoped that she hadn't done anything stupid. The last thing they need to do is bring more attention to themselves. Maybe she could call Finn to see what's going on? There is no chance Santana would answer her phone when she's on a hunt. Quinn contemplated this as she paced the room. She gave in to her worries and dialled Finn's number. He answered almost immediately.

"Quinn?" He sounded pained.

"Finn!? Has Santana been over? Is everything okay?" she babbled in a nervous frenzy. She heard Finn breath heavily.

"I warned her, Quinn. I warned her! I told her she would get what she deserves." he grunted angrily. And then the line went dead. Quinn's heart began to race. What the hell is going on!? What has he done to her!?

Santana was leaning against her car door letting the sun warm her face as she continued to talk to Brittany.

"So what are you doing now?" Brittany asked after she finished telling her life story.

"Just cooling off. I had to confront Finn about his little threat he sent in the mail this morning." There was silence on the other line.

"Wait… what?"

"Finn sent a note in the mail threatening me with a scratched out picture of me from the yearbook." Santana explained.

"Oh… That's what he wanted that picture for!" Brittany said after a pause. Santana's eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"What? Did you give it to him?"

"Yeah…"

"And naturally, knowing how much we hate each other, you gave it to him?"

"Yeah…"

"Did you not think for one second why he wanted it?" Santana questioned with bewilderment. Brittany couldn't seriously be that air headed.

"Yeah, I was colouring in so I wasn't paying much attention. I just let him take the picture I had in my diary." she explained innocently. As Santana tried to understand how her best friends mind worked, she didn't notice the police car approaching her.

Quinn put her foot down when she got onto the road. She had to get to Finn's house fast to see what was happening. Maybe it was nothing and Finn was overreacting, she thought to herself as she frantically sped around corners. Her mind tried its hardest to make herself feel a little better about things. She skidded on the quiet road she'd approached when she heard her phone ring. That must be Santana! She looked at the screen hoping she'd see Santana's name, but the number was blocked. She thought she'd better answer it just in case.

"Hello?" she answered hesitantly.

"Quinn?! You've got to help me…"

"What? What's going on?" Quinn's breathing speed increased as she awaited the reply. She swear she could hear fear in Santana's voice.

"Quinn… I've been arrested… I'm sorry."