AN: Two chapters today! It felt wrong to break them up, but I wanted to keep the chapters more or less the same in length, so instead I'm just posting two at once. Thank you for all the reviews. I'm glad people are enjoying it. I had the rest of the story pretty much written out, but I got a suggestion today for a scene I hadn't thought to include and I'd like to try and find a place for it, so the next few updates might not be as quick as they have been...

Chapter 5

Santana woke up the next morning feeling rougher than usual. Her temples were pounding and the mere act of lifting her head had her stumbling to the toilet to vomit. Digging through the medicine cabinet for aspirin she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and she started for a second, not recognizing the face staring back at her. She couldn't remember a time she'd ever looked this bad. Her skin was pale, her eyes sunken and surrounded by dark circles, her hair dull and flat. Santana turned away from the mirror, wincing at the pain of the movement. She avoided her image as best she could until she found the aspirin, and washed them down with a handful of water from the faucet, ignoring the slight sting from the scratches that were already fading on her arms.

She couldn't forget the look on Brittany's face last night when she'd told her they were no longer friends. She'd made it her mission in life to do what she could to keep anyone from hurting Brittany the way she had last night, and the guilt of it was almost more than she could handle. She'd never realized that someone could become as disgusted with themselves as she had this last week. She needed to do something to take her power back. She needed to prove to herself that she was in control, and she knew the perfect person to help her do it.

Santana spent most of the morning getting ready to put her plan into action. She took her time picking out a tight red dress and heels, fixing her hair so it hung down her back in sexy curls, and doing what she could with make-up to hide the effects of what was ultimately a week long binge. She made it to school just after lunch, doing her best to avoid Brittany or anyone from Glee. She felt like a panther hunting its prey and she found herself reveling in the feeling, pulling it tight around her. The little voice in the back of her head was protesting again, but Santana was having none of it. She was going to do this. A feral smile stole over her face and she could feel the eyes turning to stare at her as she walked towards the boy's locker room.

Puck had been skipping lunch every Wednesday to buy pot from Sandy Ryerson for almost a year now, and true to form she found him sitting on a bench behind the last row of lockers sampling his new stash. So predictable. He looked up in surprise as Santana sauntered towards him.

He knew that walk, knew what the look on her face meant. It meant that Santana had chosen a target and it was a rare man who walked away without giving her what she wanted. He knew because he'd been on the receiving end of that look before, but as she moved in closer he couldn't help but remember the look in her eyes the day before and the difference between then and now was unnerving. He stood up and offered her the blunt he'd been smoking, uneasy.

"Come to try Sandy's latest batch?" he asked with a smirk, "I'll even—"

Santana cut off his words with a manicured finger to his lips. She stepped closer, her body pressing against his.

"No talking."

"Look Santana," he started, words catching as she rocked her hips forward. He bit back a groan, feeling his body respond to hers. In two steps she'd backed him up against the lockers, her fingers trailing down his chest and stopping between his legs.

"No… talking."

Santana had chosen Puck for the simple reason that he was easy to control. She knew all his triggers and she knew he couldn't say no to her. Even if he was dating Lauren, fuck, especially since he was dating Lauren. She smiled slowly as she wrapped her hand around him, squeezing slightly.

Puck closed his eyes before bringing his hand down to hers. He couldn't deny that it felt good and that his body was all for what she had in mind, but despite what she obviously thought, he was serious about being faithful to Lauren, and not only because she could kick his ass. He pushed her hand away, even though the action took more effort than he would have liked to admit.

Santana frowned at him, "What? Are you still mad at me for punching you?" She dropped her voice to a purr, "I'm here to kiss it all better." She rose up on her toes to kiss the sensitive spot just below his ear, making sure that he could feel the rest of her body rub against him with the movement.

She had him right where she wanted him, hardening against her stomach, with her calling the shots.

It took almost all the control Puck had over himself to push her away again.

"No Santana. I have a girlfriend."

Santana glared at him for a second, "So, it's not like this would be the first time you cheated on a girlfriend with me."

"I'm a one-woman man now. My lady gives me everything I need."

Santana curled her lips in disgust, "First off, eww. Second, you know I can give you what you need better than Rolls-A-Plenty. C'mon, admit that you miss this body." She leaned into him again, making slow circles with her hips against his.

"No, Santana," Puck said pushing her away for the third time.

Santana shoved him hard against the lockers. This was not how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to be in control and Puck was supposed to be squirming in her hand, thankful that she was willing to fuck him. Unwilling to admit defeat, she found herself throwing her body against his and her mouth to his lips aggressively, the pressure splitting his healing lip open again. The taste of blood in her mouth had her stomach rolling but before she could back away Puck had spun her around, holding her against the lockers now.

"God damn it, Santana!" he said, holding her shoulders to the lockers and away from himself.

Santana barely heard him, interested only in getting his hands off her shoulders and the blood from her lips. She twisted her body in his grasp and the desperation on her face had Puck looking hard at her.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on with you?"

"Fuck you Puckerman," Santana ground out, still trying to loosen his hold on her, "If you don't want me that's your loss. Have fun humping your whale, because this is the last time you'll ever get an offer from me." With another violent twist of her shoulders she finally broke free from him and practically ran to the bathroom.

Puck stood at a loss staring after her.