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Have you ever been so mad that you think you might pass out? Or so mad that you might start throwing punches at anyone who comes near you? Ever since Santana ran out of school I've been fuming. I've been walking around the hallways for almost thirty minutes trying to find Quinn but she's nowhere to be found. She's so damn lucky I can't find her because if I was to see her right now I might punch a hole right through her damn face.

I can't believe this actually happened and how incredibly stupid I had been. Why did I let Santana run away from me like that? I should of ran after her, I should have done something to stop her but I couldn't catch her fast enough because the crowded hallways wouldn't let me. As soon as I figured that I had lost her I turned back around and made my way over to try and find Quinn. I didn't care if I got suspended or shipped off to boot camp for beating the crap out of her because now i know why Santana had not spoken to me in a week and it was driving me insane because I know all the crap Santana had been put through her whole life from being bullied to being completely ignored by everyone around her. The thought of hurting Santana brought tears to my eyes as I gave up on looking for Quinn. My heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on, what if Santana decides never to talk to me again? What would I do? I know I've only known Santana for a month or so but I had already built my world around this girl I've never met in person before. She's already everything to me all I want to do right now is hold her but I can't because she thinks I fucking set her up but I would never do anything to hurt her I just wish she knew that.

As I walked out of school I was already working up a master plan in my head. As I neared my car a masculine voice interrupted my thoughts. When I turned around I was met with a tanned muscular guy, who wasn't much taller than me.I looked him up and down and noticed that it was the same asshole who Santana had been beating up earlier. My chest felt tight as I took off my book bag and set it on the floor behind me. So this was the asshole who was messing with Santana I thought to myself as I felt the anger rise up within me.

"Your Brittany right?" He asked as I stared straight at him. I could tell he was becoming a bit uneasy by the way he was looking back at me. I chose not to say anything back to him instead I glared at him harder thinking of ways to take him out.

"You need a ride?"

Is he serious? Does it look like I need a fucking ride? What kind of game was this dick head playing?

"What do you want with Santana?" I blurted out in anger stepping closer to him getting right up in his face I wanted to invade his personal space like he had invaded Santana's. I wanted to make him feel like he made her feel, I wanted him to feel her pain. If I wasn't so pissed off right now I would laugh because this kid looked
completely scared for his life right now and I couldn't help but feel happy with myself
just knowing that I could scare this creep.

He didn't reply instead he put his hand up in defense "dude she came on to me! She's like in love with me!" Puck accused as he backed up away from me.

"Don't you fucking dare lie to me!" I yelled as I pushed him.

"Ok,ok I went after her but who cares she's hot and I've got a bet going with the team. They thought I couldn't get into her panties. So I bet that I could but the bitch wouldn't give it up so I made her" he replied causally like it was no big deal. How dare he try and force Santana into being with him? my anger got the best of me as I punched him in his chest as hard as I could.

"What the fuck do you mean you made her?!" I yelled out as I punched him again this time I aimed for his face. I could feel my knuckles bleeding as I kept punching him.

"Ah! What the fuck is your problem!" He screamed as he fell to the floor.

"Tell me what you did to her!" I cried as I kept punching him "tell me or I swear to god i will kill you!" The tears streaming down my face where hot now all I wanted was for him to tell me what he did to her and maybe I would stop.

"Ok! Ok I'll tell you if you stop!" He screamed as he tried to block his face with his arms. Now I had puck pinned down by his arms on the floor

"Speak asshole!" I demanded, I could see the fear in his eyes as I held him to the ground I swear I had never been so mad in my life. I wanted to destroy him but I knew that if I did that I would probably never see Santana again and I didn't want that. I wanted to see her again I needed to explain myself to her.

"I snatched her after school and put her in my car. I wasn't going to rape her I swear, I was just going to take her panties and then I was going to let her go!" I couldn't believe what I just heard. Why hadn't Santana told me anything?

"But she jumped out of my car and escaped before I got her to my house" he continued. "I wasn't going to hurt her I swear"

"Where does she live tell me where she lives right now!"

"She lives down on Westerville! That's all I know!" He explained as I Let go of his arms and stood up. I was going to make sure puck paid for this he wasn't going to get away with this I would get him back for this. Puck didn't move from where he laid on the ground he just stared up at me as if he was waiting for me to say something else but all I did was smile as I stepped on his crotch. "Owww fuck!" Puck yelped as I walked away from him.

It was dark by the time I pulled up to Santana's house as I stood by the door and rang the door bell I couldn't help but feel nervous this would be the first time I would be face to face with the Latina and oh god was I nervous, I was shaking completely all I wanted to do was explain to her what a diabolical bitch Quinn was and that I would never set her up like this. I still can't believe I had held Santana in my arms today at school while holding her back. she smelled like heaven,she was also beautiful her hair, her style and her tanned skin had me going crazy I couldn't wait to see her again even if it was only for a few minutes.

When the door opened a women who looked identical to Santana stood at the door.

"May I help you?"

"Is Santana home?"

"Are you a friend of hers?"

"Yes,can I please see her? It's kind of urgent"

Santana's mom seemed hesitant. She studied me up and down before moving aside and telling me where Santana's room was.

I didn't even think twice. I opened the door to Santana's room and was met with the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Santana was sitting up against her bed head bored with a book in her hand. She wore glasses with her hair down in wavy curls she was beautiful. The door to her room opening must of startled her because she jumped out of her bed, dropping her book in the process.

"What are you doing h-here. Get o-out!" Santana stuttered. She was standing in front of me now with her arms crossed at her chest.

God she looked beautiful.

"Santana please let me explain!"

"No. G-get out"

The way she was speaking now was sending shivers down my spine. Her tone was flat almost emotionless as she stood in front of me.

"Ok just hear me out and I swear I'll never bother you again just please hear me out." I tried to reason. Her arms dropped to her side. She let out a long sigh before looking back at me again.

"You have F-five minutes"

"This" I said as I opened the door to Santana's room "is my cousin Quinn. Yes this evil bitch is my cousin" I explained as Santana stood motionless by the foot of her bed. Her arms were crossed at her chest again.

"Quinn explain. Or I will be forced to beat the crap out of you again"

I might of took it upon myself to drive to Quinn's house after I finished with puck. When Quinn wouldn't open the door because she knew what I was going to do. I took it upon myself once again to climb up the tree outside her window and climb into her room. I only got a few punches in before she was begging me to stop. I only agreed to stop if she told me exactly where Santana lived. When she finally gave me the address to Santana's house I proceed to explain to her that if she didn't tell Santana what she had done I would beat her till she had to get her pretty little nose done up again. So here we are.

"Quinn" I repeated "the floor is yours now"

Quinn had a look on her face that I had never seen before. The look of regret and maybe even some sadness.

"Look Santana" Quinn started "I'm sorry for what I did it was messed up." Quinn shrugged as if it was no big deal. Santana just stood by her bed with confusion evident in her facial expression. Quinn's emotions had changed in a matter of seconds. She was smirking up at Santana now.

"Tell her what you did Quinn!" I growled at her.

"Fine" the smaller blonde scoffed. "When I was over at Brittany's house I was snooping through Brittany's computer when she was showering and that's when I saw" Quinn smirked as she continued "that my cousin over here" she says while pointing at me "was talking to a loser named "Lopez something" I don't remember the whole user name. I didn't know it was you Lopez until I saw the look on your face when I called you out in the cafeteria. I would say that I didn't mean it but" she drawled out " I did. I emailed myself the conversations between you two and printed them the next day while adding some exciting new content to your conversations" Quinn finished.

Santana was angry now I could tell by the way her fists clenched at her sides. Me on the other hand, I was getting ready to grab Quinn by her hair and make apologize sincerely. My blood was boiling i can't believe she would be this heart-less but then again I could believe because Quinn is evil.

"Why?" Santana hissed. "Why d-did you make my life a living hell for so long? What the h-hell did I ever do to you!"

"You are in love with puck!" Quinn hissed.

Santana eyes widen "excuse me?!"

"You heard me! I see the way he looks at you all the time when you walk down the hallway pretending to be all sweet!"

"Your just an insecure b-bitch!" The Latina shouted. "How d-dare you come to my h-house and accuse me of s-something like t-this!" Santana breathed out as she stepped up to Quinn. Who looked very afraid. I stood frozen in my spot near Santana's desk not knowing what to.

"I-I've never liked that low life l-Lima bum. He is the one w-who stalks me and comes on to me! I'm sorry that your too i-insecure to figure that out yourself b-because your head is so f-far up your ass! Puck has f-fucked half the cheerleading squad but y-your too stupid to see that. So instead of taking it out on h-him you take it out on me! But no more! Y-you won't fuck with me any more. I won't allow it, from now o-on I'm fighting back! and believe m-me Quinn I can take your sleazy ass"

No one spoke after Santana's angry rant towards Quinn, Santana was breathing heavily with tears coming down her face. I wanted so bad to hug her but I knew that I couldn't with out Santana pushing me away or something. So I stood by the desk as Quinn's tough girl act vanished. Quinn looked scared almost as of she was about to cry.

"What changed?" Quinn whispered towards Santana's

"I-m so tired of being pushed around. I n-need to stand up for myself and I'm so ashamed that it took me s-so long but I'm doing it. I won't let anyone walk all over me anymore! Now l-leave!"

Quinn didn't look back as she ran down the stairs. Leaving me and Santana alone in her room. Santana just stood next to her bed with silent tears streaming down her face.

"Can we start over? Please?"

The end.