A/N: Hi guys! Wow, I can't believe I'm actually continuing this story! I was sort of hit by some inspiration and so, I decided to do this. Just as a little clarification, I made people confused with the last chapter. "Turn the Clock" is sort of a story within a story. The prologue is set in Season 1 Glee near the very beginning.

The majority of this story is going to take place during Puck, Santana, Quinn, Brittany and Finn's freshman year of high school. They're popular because they were popular in middle school and were sort of taken under the older cool crowd's wing and of course, they're cheerleaders and jocks.

After the main story is done, there will be an epilogue. If I have enough inspiration and interest, I'll probably write a sequel but for now, I'm going to try and get through this! So, I sort of lost the outline that I was following so I'm basically re-vamping this all over again! Sorry it's so short! PS this is for Pucktana week as well! :D If you're curious about what I'm talking about, please go to pucktana (dot) tumblr (dot) com!

Turn the Clock
Chapter 2: An Encounter

Puck was so confused about what the hell was even going on. Brittany had been really upset for some reason and it wasn't like he was even that stressful of a question. He sighed as he opened his locker door and started switching out his books. He had math next and he fucking hated that class. His Ma really bugged him about his grades though. Puck knew that he couldn't screw around too much or she'd really be pissed at him.

He sighed again. On top of all that, he didn't even get any information from Brittany. One would think that having one of his or her classmates change that dramatically over a summer would have been something that everyone was talking about. He didn't get why no one would clue him in on anything.

Puck was about to grab one of his notebooks out of his locker when the door was slammed shut. He jumped, startled by the fact that he had almost lost a hand, and then glanced to his right to see who was the culprit. He raised an eyebrow when he realized it was Santana.

Santana Lopez was glaring up at him with all of Hell's fury and it was frankly sort of terrifying. She stepped closer and even though she was so small, Puck actually took a step back. He felt stupid being intimidated by such a tiny girl and then he straightened his shoulders, clearing his throat. He was about to speak when Santana lifted a perfectly manicured finger in his face.

"Don't even think about talking for the next thirty seconds, Puckerman," she hissed. Puck was really confused now.

"If you want to find out about what's going on with me and my life, maybe you should go straight to the source instead of harassing my best friend and making her fucking cry," she began. Santana crossed her arms and stepped closer again. "You made Brittany cry, Puck. She ran to the nurse's office and had her call me out of my class. When she told you she didn't want to talk about it, you kept pushing. You should have fucking stopped, dumbass. I don't know if all that Florida sun got to your brain but the rules about Brittany haven't changed from middle school. You mess with her and you die."

"I wasn't messing with her!" Puck protested. Santana narrowed her eyes and then punched his shoulders. Puck winced and then rubbed his shoulder.

"What the fuck, Lopez?"

"I told you not to talk. I was still speaking. Interrupting is rude," she shook her head. "Look, my point is, you are going to stop asking Brittany or anyone else about me. If you have a question, you come to me."

Puck continued to massage his shoulder and narrowed his eyes at the short Latina in front of him. She was a lot ruder than he remembered. The Santana Lopez he remembered was fiercely protective of Brittany, but she had never been violent with anyone. Santana just stared at him blanky and then raised her eyebrows at him. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you going to ask me whatever you want to know or what?" Santana rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe he was that ridiculous.

"Oh," Puck cleared his throat and nodded. He closed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. "All I wanted to know was what's with the big 180 in your personality? Last year, you were shy as hell. You could barely look me in the eye and now…"

"And now?"

"Well, look at you. You're just…. This fierce bitch."

Santana scoffed and shook her head. "Listen up here. It is none of your business why I'm the way I am now but I will let you know this: I am going to be the new head bitch in charge of this school. You are going to stay out of my way and if you can manage not to be a douchebag, I might even let you keep your reputation at this school."

Now it was Puck's turn to give her a look. "What makes you think you have that much power at this school, princess? You're just a freshman cheerleader."

The raven-haired girl stepped closer and narrowed her dark eyes at him. The expression on her face was so intense that he could barely take it. He managed to keep his eyes locked on to hers, letting her know that she didn't intimidate him… Well, not a lot at least.

"I'm a girl with a plan, Puck. I get what I want and if I want your head on a platter, I am going to have it."

The mohawked boy just stared at her in disbelief. He was still having trouble making the connection between the Santana Lopez that he knew and the Santana Lopez that he remembered. It just didn't make sense. The last time he had seen her at Quinn's 8th grade commencement ceremony party, Santana had been shy and trying to get his attention. She had wanted to dance with him but he had kept blowing her off. And now she was this?

Suddenly, all the dots clicked in his head. Puck smirked and then leaned one arm against the lockers, towering over the Cheerio. "Oh, I get it."

Santana scrunched her face and leaned back slightly. She looked at him curiously. "You get what?"

"Santana, if this has all been a plan to capture my interest, I can tell you, it's working," he gave her his best debonair smile and traced his fingers along her left arm.

The Latina made a face at him and then yanked her arm out of his reach. "You are such an idiot. Listen up, Puck. My world does not revolve around you anymore. Thank God I got over that horrid crush. Who I am has nothing to do with you or your actions so please, don't flatter yourself. Just stay out of my way and you might just survive the week."

Santana rolled her eyes and then turned around, her ponytail managing to smack Puck in the face. He sputtered and moved back, pulling hair out of his mouth. Yuck. He glanced up and watched as Santana walked away, his eyes glancing down to her delicious behind. He still wasn't sure what the hell had happened but he was even more curious than ever about what exactly had happened to Santana over the summer.

The late bell rang and he sighed as he watched the halls clear out. Puck slumped his shoulders and reluctantly made his way to his math class. Santana had made him late and if he got his ass chewed out for it, he was going to give Santana a lecture of her own.