Chapter 6

Santana spit a mouthful of water into the sink for the tenth time, the phantom taste of blood still leaving a coppery tang on her tongue.

Stupid, fucking Puck. Weak-ass, pussy-whipped, cocksucker. She never dreamed he'd turn her down. She met her own eyes in the mirror, the anger at least putting some color back into her cheeks. If he wouldn't man up, she'd find someone who would. Almost every guy in this school would jump for a chance to sleep with her. Determined to find someone else to serve her needs she shoved the bathroom door open and started down the hall.

She hadn't made it more than a few steps when a voice behind her stopped her cold.

"Looking hot today, Santana. Tell me you didn't dress up just for me?"

Brendan.

Her heart pounded in her ears and she realized she'd spent so much time with Puck and in the bathroom she'd missed the rest of her normal lunch period. Because there were so many students and the school was too cheap to have a bigger cafeteria the lunches were split up- freshman and juniors eating first and sophomores and seniors second. It was a big reason why she'd been able to avoid seeing Brendan and his friend.

She could hear his friend, Steve, snicker at his comment, her legs frozen even though her mind was screaming at her to run. Suddenly his hands were on her waist, pulling her against him and it was enough to break her from her stupor. She spun towards him as he chuckled and the sound was like someone throwing a switch in her head. She launched herself towards him with a snarl, her nails raking deep grooves across his face, knee scoring a hit to his balls that had him hitting the floor. It felt good to see him drop, the familiar rage surging through her veins, but before she could hit him again a strong pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her arms at her side. Stupid army boy. She struggled wildly in his arms, feet kicking behind her hoping to get a lucky hit. She knew how strong he was, knew how unlikely it was that she would be able to get away now.

When she'd gone up to that empty bedroom to make out with Brendan he'd been the one waiting. He'd been the one to slam the door shut and stand in her way when she told them she wasn't into threesomes and tried to leave. He'd been the one to hold her hands above her head and his hand over her mouth while Brendan had ripped her clothes off and pounded into her. He'd also been the one to climb on top of her when Brendan was finished and take a turn for himself.

She watched, trembling with fear and rage, as Brendan picked himself up off the floor and wiped at the blood that was dripping down the side of his face. He took a step toward her, his face a nasty combination of smug fury.

"Didn't you learn your lesson the first time, bitch?" He closed the space between them, delighted with the way Santana's body tensed away from his, "Fighting is no use."

Glaring at him Santana's eyes darted down the hall. Where the hell was everyone else? These halls were never empty. Trapped between the two bodies she opened her mouth to yell for help and Brendan took the opportunity to cover her mouth with his own, muffling the sound. He rolled his hips against her, deepening the kiss. The second Santana felt his tongue brush her own she clamped down with her teeth. Brendan tore away from her with a scream, holding a hand over his bloody mouth, trying to curse around his injured tongue. Santana took advantage of the distraction to throw her head back, catching Steve in the nose. His arms loosened their grip just enough for Santana to break free and turn to land a well placed kick to his balls as well before taking off down the hall. She ran blindly, not realizing she was headed for the glee room until she got there. The lunch bell rang again and she could hear the voices of students filling the hallways. She wondered how Brendan and Steve were going to explain their injuries or if they had run away to nurse their wounds in private. In any case, the people in the hallway made it less likely that they would try to follow her.

She looked around the room at the piano and familiar maroon chairs, but instead of bringing comfort the sight of them brought a scream to her throat. She hated that fucking piano and those stupid chairs, and the god damn dry erase board and the fucking drum set, and all the memories of dancing around singing stupid ass songs and the fact that this room wasn't hers anymore. She hated Puck for turning her down and Brittany for choosing Artie and her parents for never being around and Brendan and Steve for taking her power away from her and herself for not being strong enough to stop it. A strange buzzing sound rose in her ears.

She didn't even realize that she'd moved across the room until she lifted the first chair in her hands and hurled it at the drums. They fell over with a satisfying clatter, the next chair aimed at the white board. The third crashed into the wall and the fourth missed the piano by a mile due to the tears now streaming down her face. She threw the next chair with a roar of rage. By the time she reached the back row of chairs- her chair- her body was shaking with sobs. She lifted the chair, determined to have at least one hit the damn piano when a pair of hands gently covered hers and took the chair from her grasp.

With nothing left to hold on to Santana dropped to the floor, the anger disappearing and leaving the way open for all the emotions she'd spent the last week fighting so hard against.

Will lowered himself down next to Santana and reached out a hand to touch her shoulder.

"Santana?"

I know that's probably a mean place to stop too, but I promise the next chapter will be up soon and it's already a little longer than these have been. I hope you liked this chapter, I couldn't resist giving Santana the chance to kick their butts just a little. =)