Disclaimer: Again Glee is owned by Fox (as far as I know at the moment). I don't own it, nor do I really wish to. As promised... I had a goal of 2k in words, only got to 1458. Chapter 4 is Brittany.

Chapter 3 - School

Labels are everything at William McKinley High School. Usually they don't change but sometimes under extreme circumstances it can happen. Such was the case with Santana; school now was becoming more of an annoyance, rather than a bore. People suddenly seemed less fearful of her and she couldn't understand why. By now everybody knew that she was doing community service, usually this would put a person into the category of badass. But in her case it seemed to do the opposite, the fact that she had gotten caught by the incompetent school system had really brought her reputation down.

Just yesterday, the lug, Karofsky laughed at her, fucking laughed at her. And today he shoved her into a locker; she was pissed but reined in her temper before it exploded. But last straw was when the "Loser" Club president Rachel freaking Berry, had approached her in a desperate effort to recruit members for Glee. In response, Santana did probably her only unintentional act of kindness for her lifetime; she knocked the annoying girl out cold. Even this didn't make her feel better but it did give her an idea. She sauntered away from the prone girl and began to plan a way to reestablish her reputation. The conclusion; she would have to get her hands sticky.

Unlike the day labeled the "Storm of Satan", this day started out quiet, dull even. It would have continued uneventful had Santana not managed to get a hold of a certain type of drink. In each hand she clutched a slushie each flavor chosen for a specific purpose. Walking up to where the group of football players were having lunch, she casually threw the cherry flavor on Karofsky and grape on Azimio. Dropping the empty cups in front of their shocked teammates as an added insult, she walked away preparing herself for the inevitable retaliation later. She got to the end of the hall before Puck pulled her into an empty classroom.

"What were you thinking," he hissed.

"Trust me, I've got everything under control" Santana jerked her arm out of Puck's grasp.

"Under control?" Puck voice rose, "Do you know what they're going to do?"

"I said 'I've got everything under control.' Now piss off." Santana moved to leave then paused, "I'm doing this for me and you. Don't stick around after school for me, you got to get home on time today. Trust me, you don't want to get involved." She left without looking back.

Puck stared at the empty space that Santana had just left, she was smarter than him, and he knew that. But that didn't mean she didn't make mistakes. He'd stay and watch her back there was no question about that. But then he thought back to what she had said 'You've got to get home on time today', what had she meant by. Oh shit, that's right his dad was coming home and if he wasn't there on time. Fuck, how did she always know father's schedule better than he did? She planned this didn't she? Damn it all, she knew she fucking knew that he had to be home after practice today and fuck. He had to stop her before school let out, that is if he could find her. Looking at the clock, shit, 12:30, he only had two hours until school was over to find Santana and try to change her mind.

Puck left the room quickly and scanned the hall, not seeing Santana anywhere he headed toward her locker. Even after all these years, he could never find Santana unless she wanted to be found. That girl was going to be the death of him one of these days. Time to check all the usual places, although there was little chance she would be at any of them. He could have sworn he caught sight of her for a moment, disappearing around a corner, but as soon as he reached it, she was gone. He even skipped his last two classes to wait outside her classroom doors, but no luck. She eluded him each time. Frustrated and knowing he was powerless, he went to football practice; since he couldn't find Santana he could at least try to talk the guys out of it, for all their sakes.

Santana skipped sitting near the choir room today, instead she opted to watch the Cheerios practice while doing some stretching exercises. She needed to be on the top of her game today and it was not a day to listen to Kumbayas of the Glee club. Looking up at the clock, she subtly saluted Sue, who smirked slightly in response before raising a megaphone and barking orders at her Cheerios.

At the football field waited Karofsky, Azimio, and a couple of their stupider teammates. Puck was nowhere in sight, exactly like she predicted. She took off her black jacket and hid it in out of sight before making the last the last few feet into the football idiots' sightlines. Adopting a condescending arrogant look, she made her presence known with a simple "Yo" and sauntered down to the edge of the field.

"Not so tough without your boyfriend," Karofsky growled.

"Puck? As if, he knows I can take care of myself."

"Just apologize so I can go home," whined the shortest player.

"If you're looking for an apology you're not gonna get one." Santana said as the five football players surrounded her.

"I don't usually hit girls, but I'll make an exception for you. Today you get a taste of 'The Fury'." Karofsky said holding up his right fist.

"Aw… it's five of you against little ol' me. Should I be feeling insulted? And what kind of idiot name's his hand reliever 'The Fury'?" mocked Santana.

Karofsky response was a right hook, only to hit Number 8 in the face, knocking him out. Santana had ducked out of the way and weaved herself in front of Azimio and delivered a swift kick into his balls to take him out. Two down, three to go. That left Karofsky, the left guard, and some other kid, no problem. Santana quickly assessed the situation and decided the highest threats where Karofsky and the left guard. Karofsky took another swing at her. Man he was stupider than she thought as she took his momentum and took him to the ground. She didn't have time to eliminate the threat when the left guard charged at her and slammed her against the metal fence of the bleachers. Having no choice she used her brother's move; she cupped her hands and hit his ears with as much force as she could in that position. He let go and fell to his knees disoriented, holding his ears as they rang loudly. Using this time she kicked the guy in the gut making him bend over onto his hands, before knocking him out with a knee to the forehead. The kid, who had just standing there the whole time decided to flee, that it wasn't worth anything that the others had offered. Karofsky had gotten to his feet and yelled "coward" at the kid before turning his attention back onto Santana. Taking another swing with "The Fury" she didn't even bother to try to block it, instead she got in close and hit her forehead against his knocking him out. Seeing lights, Santana concluded that next time she shouldn't use her head. The blow had disoriented her and she was positive that the tackle earlier had bruised her ribs. Stumbling, she retrieved her jacket before she felt what could only be Puck's arms helping her.

"Yo Santana," came Puck's voice just a few feet away. He had arrived just in time to see her wrap up the fight. Seeing her almost collapse, he managed to catch her, "Easy there Satan." She tried to push him away, he didn't budge. "That was a bad move there Satan. No matter how hard I tell you your head is, you don't use it as a battering ram." She threw a half-hearted punch which he caught and draped around his neck to help her balance. "Come on, let's get you home."

The next day, every student at school knew about the fight, although none of the football players would comment, the shift of power was apparent. As the losers that were involved went out of its way to act as though everything was normal, but to the student body they could see that they were all keeping an eye out to avoid the she-devil that was wandering the halls. There were several unexplained bruises on the people on the lower end of the social ladder, but no one really thought much of it.

A/N: It's "crunch week" at my school, so any chapters will probably be sometime late next week, or early the week after.