Hello readers of fan fiction! I'm sorry I haven't been writing lately, or at all, I just have soooo much crap going on!
I do NOT own Glee, sadly.
Santana slumped down in her seat. She hated Valentine's Day. Even though she was eight years old, she was still a bitch. "Santana, honey! Someone rang the doorbell!" Santana ran to the door and opened it hoping it was Quinn. But all that was there were some flowers and a note.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You are really mean,
But I still love you."
Who could write such a cheesy poem? She thought for a while and then decided it was Noah Puckerman who wrote it. So she walked next door and rang the doorbell. "Hi, Santana!" I slapped that bastard across the face. "Did you send this?" "What? No! Let go of me!" I dropped him and he fell to the ground.
The question stumped Santana for years. After eight years, on her sixteenth birthday she was going to figure it out.
Ding dong! She ran to the door and opened it. This time it actually was Quinn. "What's this?" Quinn handed Santana an envelope with a box of chocolates. (A/N its Valentine's Day again. Let's just say that's her .) Santana opened the envelope and read;
"I know my last poem was just a bit cheesy,
But I was eight and it was easy!
My name is Finn and I love you,
So please just say you love me too."
Santana read that last part over and over. Frankenteen? NO WAY! Santana burst into laughter. Quinn was laughing and gasping for air saying, "Finn? Bahahahahahaha! That's fucking hilarious!"
"You don't actually feel the same way, do you?" Quinn asked. "Uhh, I don't know. Maybe? I mean, I took his virginity, so well… I'll just talk to him about it." "Good plan."
"Hey Britt, go tell Finn to go to the auditorium after school. Don't tell him who told you too." "Okay, Sanny." Santana watched her skip down the hall to go find Finn.
She walked over to her locker at lunch and opened it. A small envelope fell out. She rolled her eyes and opened it.
"I know you probably don't feel the same way,
But I think about your face every day.
So why oh why do I have to see you,
To talk about things I already knew?"
P.S. Yes, I did get some dork to write this for me, because I could never write it myself.
Oh no. Britt had told him it was me who wanted to see him! Oh no, oh no, oh no! I can't go. I can't!
I went anyways. I don't know what made me do it, but I made the right decision. It went a little bit like this:
"Hey." I walked in. He was sitting on the stage.
"Hi."
"So, it was you. Eight years. Wow."
"Look. Santana, you don't have to pretend to like me. I'm tall, awkward, and everyone knows you only took my virginity because Mrs. Sylvester told you too. I get it."
By that time I had reached the stairs and was sitting next to him.
"I don't have to pretend."
I kissed him. This time, it was a real kiss. Nothing forcing it, no pressure.
That was when I realized, I loved Finn Hudson.