Santana looked at Finn. Finn was paired with Rachel for glee choreography but he was staring at Santana, who had been paired with Puck. Finn was not happy about that. She felt Puck tighten his hand on her butt and the other on her thigh. He pulled her really close. She made a face and started to wriggle away but that just made her grind up against him.
"Puck, lemme go," Santana threatened under her breath. Puck's hand traveled higher on her thigh, starting to hide under her pleats.
"I miss you," Puck whispered.
Puck started to lean in when a ramming force pulled him and her apart. Santana balanced herself and turned to see Finn who had pinned Puck to the floor and was screaming at Puck.
"Don't touch her!" Finn yelled and was about to punch Puck when Mr. Schue pulled them apart. Finn ran at Puck again but Mr. Schue held him back. Puck had been hit, and Finn's lip was bleeding.
"Dude, chill," Puck tried to calm Finn. Finn tried to punch Puck again.
"Fuck off," Finn screamed. Santana placed a hand on his shoulder, calming him down. Finn looked at her and pulled her close into him, Santana felt him trying to protect her from the rest of the world yet he was the one with the bloody lip. Mr. Schue let Santana drive Finn home.
She sat at his kitchen table, holding a washcloth to his lip. She looked at him, looked at how hurt he was. When Finn had come to her house after he found Rachel and Puck, Santana had sworn that she'd fix him but because of her he had this bloody lip and a bruise on his face.
"Are you okay?" Santana asked him slowly. Finn wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I hate it when he does that," Finn growled.
"Finn, he touched me like that all the time before I started dating you...it's kind of normal," Santana admitted softly. Finn shook his head roughly and ran a hand over her cheek tenderly.
"He barely did it in public. He was doing it deliberately so I would see," Finn pointed out. Santana bit her lip, knowing he was right.
"So...how is your lip?" Santana asked.
"It stings a little. He got a few good punches in," Finn admitted, nursing his sore jaw.
"I'll bet he gets a black eye because no one knows how to attack a guy like you do," Santana smiled slightly. Finn chuckled. Santana stood up and grabbed her car keys.
"Where are you going?" Finn asked.
"I'm going to tell Puck to stop. I'll be back in an hour at most," Santana said and kissed Finn's uninjured cheek before leaving.
Puck swung open his door and Santana glared at him.
"Hey Lopez, came to have some fun," Puck asked. Santana stepped into the house, and rolled her eyes at Puck.
"Stay the hell away from me, Puckerman," She spat. Puck looked at her confused, then laughed.
"Did Finn set you up to this?" Puck asked roughly. Santana noticed the bruise on his chin and the forming black eye he had.
"No. But Finn will keep attacking you if you come on to me and I don't want to see him hurt," Santana hissed. Puck stepped forward and kissed Santana, moving his motuh quickly agianst hers. She hesitated and then pulled back. She slapped him so hard that he stumbled back.
"Puck, don't come after me anymore. I'm with Finn," Santana stammered before walking quickly to her car.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?" Finn roared when Santana told him. She held him down on the couch.
"Finn, don't! You'll hurt yourself," Santana pleaded in spite of herself. Finn looked up at her. She looked like she was about to cry.
He pulled her into him, and tucked her head under his chin. She wrapped her arms around him protectively. Her facade was crumbling all too quickly but maybe this transition would be could for her.