I own nothing.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she should stop herself. But it's too late and her hand is already twisting the doorknob and somehow her feet are already in the room.

He looks kind of stupid, standing in front of a mirror that should be full-length, but is just too small for him. He fumbling with his [tie] even though it should be easy. It's a clip-on, it's supposed to be foolproof. Not for him, apparently.

He sees her. He knows she's there.

She gets it. She should turn around. This is one of those ideas that end with her fighting in song, and really, she has a reputation to uphold. But she does it anyways, because no one ever said she was the smart one.

Her feet are being bitches and carrying her there before she has enough time to think it out.

"Huh, I never learned how to tie a tie." he says when she reaches his side. He smiles when he says it and she hates to admit that even though it shouldn't be, it's adorable. So she's returning it, looking up at his kind eyes, and taking the tie from his fumbling fingers.

"Sit down, Frankenteen." It's not unkind when she says it, but now she's thinking maybe there was too much affection. Too much feeling.

So she kind of just starts talking, and words come out that she doesn't think she means but doesn't want to admit that. "I guess you know you're losing it. I mean, Sam is clearly the new Glee favorite. He's going to become starting quarterback, an-"

"What's your point?"

And here it is. This is why she found him, this is why she entered the room. Her brain is working in over time, the rational part telling her to take it all back, to just leave the room. The angry part, the jealous part, though, is a lot stronger and that's the side that is pushing her to do this.

"My point, is that you need a coolness injection. If you were honest and told people that we did it last year, you would go from uncool to chilly-willy in a heartbeat."

She's saying all this, and yes, it's true, but all of her reasons are wrong and it's not okay but she doesn't have the resolve to stop herself. She's the reason she's doing this. He's the guy who fits.

"Maybe, but I can't do that. Neither can you." He's starting to look uncomfortable, but his words are strong and his meaning rings clear.

"Yes I can, so can you. You don't love her, you know. Berry is only using you so she can get what she wants." The words sting, maybe only to herself because he's lacking expression in the facial expression department right now.

"Santana, my relationship with Rachel isn't your relationship with Britt. And Brittany never used you. You used her." He knows, and of course he does because who the hell doesn't?

His words make sense but her brain doesn't want sense. It can't handle it right now.

So she's acting with that bad part of her again and she's pushing her lips against his, except he's not pulling away. This is good. He's a simple guy, a simple teenaged boy and those are the people she knows best, because girls suck and they always want more, but simple guys don't.

He knows what she's doing when she reaches for his pants, so he pulls back.

"Santana." His words make you stop trying. "Look, I really want this. I like you. But right now I'm with Rachel. And maybe you're right and I don't love her but I do care a lot about her. Maybe we can try this later. When I'm not with her." He has a goofy grin on his face, and again she's thinking it's adorable, but dammit, she's returning it again.

"Yeah, definitely." He gives her a parting smile, and leaves her standing all alone in the room.

He's goofy, and a little dumb, but all kinds of sweet, and she wants him to be her replacement. She's done with blondes and their boyfriends and their angry looks.

Maybe this was a bad idea, but it's the best she's got.