Chapter 3

"God yes!" Puck heard as he walked through the apartment door. He sighed as he cautiously made his way to the living room not knowing what he was going to find. Their had been many times when he had walked into the area to find his best friend and some random girl going at it in a number or ways and positions.

"Jesus Christ Lopez!" he yelled seeing exactly what he feared the most. Some brunette with her legs spread up in the air as the Latina pumped her dick inside. "Get a fucking room!" he yelled.

"Sorry" Santana shrugged not even bothering to stop to the embarrassment and pleasure of the girl that was laid out below her.

"No your not" Puck sighed as he walked down the hall and in his room shutting the door. He loved Santana like a sister, but it was really starting to get hard to like her as a friend.

At first it was cool that she could pull just as many girls he could and even more, but as they were getting older the appeal of being a player was slowly starting to wan. Unlike Santana he wasn't okay with just being Puck the manwhore, slut, or whatever else people called him behind his back.

He wanted to change and knew Santana needed to change. He didn't realize what was going on until he was at the local clinic for his physical. That's when various pamphlets and flyers caught his attention.

He didn't want to believe it, but the louder the screams were getting he had no choice. His best friend was a sex addict, and as a best friend he had to do something about it. The signs spoke for it and he could no longer ignore that Latina behavior like it was some natural occurrence in everyone's life.

It wasn't natural for Santana to constantly bring home girls to have sex with. It wasn't natural for her to skip some classes or practices to do so either. It wasn't natural that she was a VIP member on five porn sites. It wasn't natural that when he looked underneath her bed he found stacks and stacks of magazine, and not of the fashion variety.

And it was definitley not natural to constantly cheat on the girl you say you love while she's at class on a daily basis.

So as friend it was his duty to help Santana and even himself.

Out in the living room…

"God that was good" the brunette complimented with a lazy smile. Santana smirked pulling out the girl and rolling off the couch. Oh course it was good she was the one having sex. Santana Lopez didn't have bad sex…ever.

"Where are you going?" The girl asked sitting up. She didn't expect this to happen when she was getting up this morning. She thought it would be just another boring day on campus, but this was a pleasant surprise. If she knew asking the Latina for directions was going to end up her then she would have done it way before. Wait till her roommate heard that she had sex with the one and only Santana 'Womeneater' Lopez.

"To take a shower and then go to class" Santana said not even bothering to look at the girl as she pulled up her boxers. "I'll call you" she smiled although anyone who really knew her would tell you it was beyond fake. She never called any of the girls she had relations with and it wouldn't be any different this time.

"Oh" the girl sighed. "I guess I'll go" she added getting up and gathering her clothes. She wasn't naïve to believe that she would get a call, but if she was honest to herself she was hoping for one. She may have not known the Latina but after today she wanted to get to known the girl a little bit more.

"Yeah" Santana nodded heading down the hall and into the bathroom. She took a quick shower seeing that she had about an hour to be across campus and in the lecture hall for her afternoon class. She got dressed in simple dark jeans and a white t-shirt to exhausted to really get dressed after her morning workout. She smiled knowing she looked good in whatever she wore whether designer jeans or sweat pants.

"You can come out now" she smirked walking into her best friend's room. She had quickly done a run through in the living room and anywhere else she had the girl making sure no evidence was left out. She didn't want to have to explain why there was a black thong on the lamp shield that was obvious not her girlfriends.

"Your guests leave?" Puck questioned sitting up on his bed. "Well that's good seeing as Quinn's class should be over any minute now" he added with a scowl when the Latina nodded cockily at him.

"Don't start this shit again" Santana sighed rolling her eyes. "What I do is my business" she added.

"It's my business when you do that shit in our living room" Puck growled. They shared an apartment so whatever she did in her room was her business, but when she brought her conquest outside her room than it quickly became his business. "You can't keep doing this Santana!" he yelled.

"Can't keep doing what?" she asked playing dumb. They had argued over her sleeping habits for months now and she was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. What she did is what she did and nobody was going to tell her what to do.

"You can't keep cheating on your girlfriend" he replied seeing the Latinas tactic that she had been steadily using since they started to have this argument. "San you can't even walk across campus without seeing a girl you have fucked or without fucking them".

""No, I don't want to walk across campus without fucking a girl" Santana smirked. Having sex with her choice and she was tired of hearing the same old shit come out of his mouth. Puck was one to talk about her sleeping habits since he also had a habit of sleeping around.

"Damn it Santana you're a sex addict!" Puck screamed in frustration quieting the raven haired girl. He hadn't told her about his theory over the months only that she needed to stop but he had reached his breaking point.

"What?" Santana questioned her brow furrowed in confusion. She wasn't ignorant she had heard of sex addicts before and even though she loved sex she knew she wasn't a sex addict. She was just a young girl enjoying the abundance of ladies at her disposal while she still could.

"You have a problem San, and I'm trying to help you out" Puck sighed. "I can't keep on lying to Quinn when you're out fucking some random girl, and I won't" he added arms folded in determination. The blonde didn't deserve to be cheated on and he wasn't about to let it happen anymore. They both were hurting the girl whether they wanted to realize it or not.

"What happens between me and Quinn is my business" Santana replied just as determined. "When the hell did you start caring anyway?" She questioned. Puck had never said anything about who she fucked and he even encouraged it when she started dating Quinn.

"When you stopped" Puck said.

"What the hell does that mean?" Santana asked in confusion.

"It means you have gotten lazy" the Jewish boy said. "You no longer hide the fact that you sleep around on your girlfriend. Your always checking girls out and even getting their numbers in front of Quinn, and if I didn't remind you to clean up the living room Quinn would have been found out about your conquests" he added.

"Well what do you want?" Santana questioned. "Do you want me to say thank you? What about a cookie?"

"No Santana" Puck sighed. "I want this to stop" he said grabbing the flyers. "You're a sex addict and if you don't stop your going to lose Quinn" he said holding them out for her to take.

"I'm not an addict Puck, and if you say it again I'm going to kick your ass" the Latina growled knocking the flyers out of the footballer's hand. She didn't have a problem, and nothing was wrong with her and she was definitley not an addict.

"I'm warning you Santana" Puck growled.

"What are you warning me about Puck?" Santana asked. "There is nothing wrong with me" she hissed.

"Fine, but answer me this" the Jewish boy said walking closer to the Latina. "How many times have you had sex today?" he asked.

"That's not important" Santana dismiss rolling her eyes.

"Come on Santana answer me" Puck pushed. "How many times have you had sex today? How many times have you thought about it? How many times have you masturbated today? How many girls' numbers did you get just so you can have sex? How many times have you cheated on Quinn when you're supposed to love her?" he added picking up a flyer and holding it out to her.

"That's none of your business" the Latina said knocking the mocking pamphlet out of his hand again and walking towards the bedroom door.

"You don't even know do you?" Puck said staring at the raven haired girls retreating back.

"Shut up Puck" Santana growled before walking out the room slamming the door behind her. She walked down the hall her eyes blazing in fury. She wasn't a sex addict, and just because she loved sex didn't mean she was.

"Do you?"

AN: What do you guys think? Sorry about the long wait to update, but I'm working on college applications.