"Fuck your shit."
The words rang out through the room as she cellists cleared out of the room.
"Ha. What?" An eyebrow was raised as the next question rang out.
"Listen closely. Fuck. Your. Shit." The smirk grew wider.
"You don't know who you're messing with." Eyes were rolled and a laugh rang out – a very sexy one at that, too.
"Listen, Warbler." She said, taking a few steps closer before grabbing him by the jacket. "Fuck you-"
A smirk grew onto his face. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Lopez."
A shove. A grip. A sharp breath.
Squirming as her back pressed more against the wall, Santana let her red lips echo the words left unsaid. "I'm gay." She finally murmured.
"I am, too." He replied before letting his lips ghost over hers. "But, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."
The sight of her uncomfortableness under him made his smirk grow wider.
"What if I said it bothered me?" She replied, gently while letting his eyes glance down upon her lips, which made her suspicions and smirk grow.
He just laughed and gave her a glace through his twinkling eyes. "What if I told you I knew it didn't?"
Santana allowed her eyes just enough time to roll before getting caught in his hot kiss.
As a door came to a slamming close, the two broke the kiss before the girl smirked and escaped from his grasp to the other person in the room.
"Huh, I thought you were gay – wasn't that why you kissed me?" The muscular boy asked, while tugging at the end of his sweat soaked black beater.
"I- I am." The boy stuttered while a sinister chuckle came from the boy and girl.
They turned and made their way to the door before the girl turned around on her heel to face the Warbler-boy.
"I win."
A groan filled the empty room after a successful hum and the slam of the door wore away.