"Who is that?"

"Finn Hudson." Rachel answers, lifting a piece of fruit up to her mouth then taking a bite. "He's the new gym teacher and football coach. He just transferred here." she says once she's swallowed.

"How do you know all this?" Santana asks, unwrapping her salad and pouring her dressing on.

Rachel shrugs, stabbing another piece of fruit with her fork, "Noah told me about him this morning. Principal Figgins asked him to show him around and stuff."

Santana quirks an eyebrow at her friend as she continues to rake her eyes over the new guy in front of her. He's talking to one of the Science teachers she's beginning to find that she likes the way his jaw flexes every time he laughs. Is that weird? No, she decides, it's not. She and Rachel are sitting at their usual table in the teacher's lounge and enjoying their lunches. Well, Santana's eating lunch, Rachel says she and Puck, oh wait, Noah have a date right after school's so out so she wants to save her appetite. It's not like she has a big appetite or whatever the girl's small as hell. But if she wants to starve until school's over then whatever, it's her choice. Santana's just gonna sit here and stuff her face.

Anyway, she and Rachel have been teaching at McKinley High School for the last five years and it's been pretty much great. They both went to McKinley when they were younger so they pretty much know there way around. Even some of their old teachers are still there which is, like, weird. Santana teaches AP English Literature while Rachel teaches Music and Performing Arts. It's both what they majored in during college so that worked out. Oh and Rachel runs the school's Glee club. Figures. She's great at it though, the kids really like her and Santana helps her out every once in a while but not too often. Rachel keeps telling her that they should co-run the Glee club but Santana's got too much shit to do on her own. Her class is known to be one of the hardest in the entire school. It's kind of like a badge of honor for her, though. But it's not like she's a mean teacher or anything, she's just strict. And, really, she just wants her students to do good. So she's hard on them. Too bad if they can't handle it, it's their fault for thinking they could in the first place.

And on top of all that, she coaches the Cheerios. The cheerleading squad. Those girls give her the biggest headaches she's ever had in her life, but she loves it. She was a cheerleader in high school and always wanted to come back and coach. So now she gets to do that. So yeah, no, she can not help Rachel out with the Glee club, she's got enough shit on her plate already (not that she's complaining).

Oh, and Noah is the Auto Shop teacher. He and Rachel started dating a few months back and have been going strong ever since. They kind of got dogged on by the principal when he first found out they were seeing each other. But eventually he got over it. It's not like he could actually stop them from dating. He doesn't have that much power over them. His only worry was that their relationship would affect the way they teach, so Rachel and Puck had to both agree not to let their relationship get in the way of their teaching abilities. Which, duh, of course they wouldn't. Rachel takes her shit seriously and made that very clear. She's never been one to let a relationship get in the way of her job. Especially one with a co-worker. And yeah, maybe Puck was a bit of an ass when they first met but now Santana honestly likes him and she thinks he's good for Rachel. The two have them have actually become pretty good friends over the last couple of months. Their kind of the same, in a way. They're both badasses and it was kind of inevitable that they would become at least, somewhat, friends because of how much time she and Rachel actually spend together.

But you can't blame them.

They're best friends.

Last month the guy who taught gym was fired for some stupid ass shit so Puck had been subbing until the school found a replacement. Apparently Puck played football in high school so he wasn't completely clueless in that department. Thank god. It would've been funny watching his dumbass trying to coach a bunch of kids a sport he didn't even know how to play. But now this Finn guy is here and is apparently going to be taking over permanently. Which, you know, isn't so bad. He's good eye candy.

She hears, "Santana." It's Rachel and she's waving her hand in front of Santana's face, trying to get her attentions. Whoops. She must've been staring or something (but don't even blame her, okay? this guy is fucking hot). "You need to snap out of it. You're practically undressing him with your eyes."

Santana slaps Rachel's hand out of her face and asks, "You think if I stare hard enough his clothes would just magically fly off?" with a smirk on her face. Rachel's jaw drops and she looks at Santana with a shocked expression. Which she shouldn't be.

"Santana Lopez!"

"What?"

"You will not sleep with him!"

Santana shakes her head, lifting a piece of lettuce to her mouth. "Who said I wanted to sleep with him?" Rachel obviously knows she's lying because she would, in fact, very much like it if they slept together. Regularly, preferably.

Rachel rolls her eyes, looking at Santana with a 'you've gotta be kidding me' look on her face. She seems to have perfected it over all the years of knowing Santana."The fact that if you were guy you'd have a tent in your pants right now says it all, sweetie."

Santana laughs, choking on the bite of her salad she just ate and Rachel starts patting her back until she grabs her water and takes a sip. She places it back down on the table and takes a deep breath before saying, "It's when you say things like that I'm reminded why we're best friends." It's true. She and Rachel are so different it's amazing that they've managed not to kill each other yet.

(Santana was close one time but that's a whole different story)

"I love you, too, Santana." Rachel smiles then goes back to picking at her fruit salad. She pops a piece of melon in her mouth and finishes it before saying, "But seriously, you can't sleep with him."

Santana frowns."Why not?" Yes. She's whining. And maybe pouting.

Shut up.

"Because, Santana." Rachel starts, turning in her seat to look at her fully. "Finn is the football coach. You are the Cheerios coach. You guys are going to be spending a whole lot of time together this year and sleeping with him will only make things that much more awkward. Not to mention the fact that you don't do relationships and he looks like he does."

Fuck. She has a point.

Santana glances at Finn again and frowns. "How do you know it'd be awkward between us?" She argues, poking her fork at Rachel. "Hell, he could be the type of guy who likes no strings attached. You never know."

Rachel gives her that 'are you shitting me look' again and uses her finger to turn Santana's chin so she's looking at Finn. Damn. What a sight it is. "Does he really look like the type of guy who does no strings attached?" she asks. Santana watches Finn for a few seconds and groans. He has the fucking goofiest (adorable) smile ever on his face and ketchup on his chin.

Fuck. She hates when Rachel's right. He definitely doesn't do no strings attached.

"Hi."

"Hey."

"I'm, uh, Finn Hudson."

"I know." Santana nods, smirking slightly as she crosses her arms over chest.

Finn swallows hard, she can hear it, and says, "Oh." and she kinda wants to laugh at how he's just standing in front of her, obviously avoiding making eye contact with her now. It's not like she's Medusa, she doesn't turn people to stone with her eyes (she can make them cry, though).

He looks like he's about to pee himself so she says, "Santana Lopez." while holding her hand out for him to shake. Which he does. "I teach AP English Lit."

Finn smiles slightly she watches him stuff his hands in his pockets. "I'm the new gym teacher." Oh man, this one's gonna need some help. If she knew his name didn't he assume that she already knew what he taught?

"I know." Santana says again, trying her hardest not to laugh. It's really hard though because he's looking like he just wants to turn around and walk away right now.

"How-"

"You're kind of the top gossip around here right now, Mr. Hudson." She says and chuckles a little. "Everyone's talking about you."

And she's not lying either. Teachers and students are talking about the hot new gym teacher. In her last period she overheard a few of her Cheerios talking about how 'sexy Mr. Hudson looked in his workout clothes' and how much Alice Brady wanted to lick the sweat from his body off. She promptly told them that their essays, that are due next week, should be just as 'hot' and ready for grading then since they have so much time on their hands that they're fantasizing about a teacher.

She's a bitch. So what. She definitely doesn't want to hear about teenagers and their ever-loving hormones. She lived through that part of her life already, thank you very much.

But then Finn is, like, practically blushing when he says, "Wow. I've never felt so scandalous before." Santana laughs and leans against the wall. They're in the middle of an empty hallway right now so she decides she might as well get comfortable. She doesn't have a class this period and she's guessing he doesn't either. Besides, it's not like she's got anywhere else to be.

"Get used to it." She tells him, "Nothing ever happens around here. You're the biggest thing that's happened since one of the teachers got fired for stealing sports equipment last month."

Finn's eyes go wide as he leans against the wall too and crosses his arms over his chest. "Was that the guy I'm replacing?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

Oh, right. That was him. "Yup." Santana says and they both laugh at the irony. "So I also hear you're gonna be coaching the football team this year, too?"

"Sure am." Finn says and he sounds all proud and stuff. It's kinda cute. "I played back in high school and all through college." Hot. She's always had a thing for football players. She bites her lip and tries not to let her eyes fall down to lips. But it's kind of fucking hard since he's like, directly in front of her and she's short as fuck.

But she looks up at him and shrugs one shoulder ."Well, I'm the Cheerios Coach." she tells him, standing up straight before starting to walk away but before she's gone she turns around and looks at him over her shoulder. "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other, Mr. Hudson." she says, then winks at him before walking down the hall. She doesn't even need to turn around to know that he's watching her.

She likes it.

"Do you freaks ever stop trying to suck each other's faces off?"

Rachel and Puck pull away from each other and turn to look at Santana, who decided to plop herself in the seat in front of them, which, as she thinks about it, wasn't such a good idea. It's sixth period and all three of them don't have a class right now. Santana knows that. She also knows that this is the time that Rachel and Puck usually decide to come into the teacher's lounge and proceed to see who can suck down the other's tongue first.

It's disgusting.

She tells them this every day. Today is no different.

"What do you want, Satan?" Pucks asks, wrapping his arm around Rachel's shoulders. Santana rolls her eyes at the dreamy look Rachel has on her face as she looks up at him. The girl's been dating him for a while, the dreamy look should be gone and retired by now.

"What can you tell me about the new gym teacher?"

Rachel looks at her, shaking her head. "Don't tell her anything." she Puck without looking at him and he quirks an eyebrow at the both of them.

"You be quiet." Santana snaps at her before turning back to Puck. "Well?"

Puck looks down at Rachel and shrugs before looking back to Santana. "Not much." he shrugs. "I just know he's from Boston and just moved here last week or something." Santana nods and sticks her tongue out at Rachel, who, of course, sticks out hers too. They're both four years old, shut up. Santana realizes that's all the info she's getting but Puck snaps his fingers, "Oh! And he's got a kid. She's going to school at the elementary school a couple blocks over. The dude wouldn't stop talking about how cool his kid is when I was showing him around."

Ah, shit. That's just great.

Rachel laughs. And yes, she's laughing at her and Santana wants reach over and wipe that smug smile right off her face. Bitch. Puck's looking at the both of them like they're fucking crazy and he's completely confused right now. It's not the first time he's found himself in this particular situation. He seems to be confused a lot when it comes to the two of them.

So he pounds his hand down and says,"Wait, what the fuck is going on?" Rachel shoots him a warning look. She's not the hugest fan of swearing. Which is funny because the two people she spends all time with have the mouthes of sailors.

Rachel looks at Puck as she points at Santana. "Our dearest Santana, here, has taken a liking to the new gym teacher and now she's rethinking the whole thing because he's got extra baggage." Fuck. She hates that Rachel knows her so well. "But, oh, no, no, no Santana Lopez doesn't do baggage. She does no strings. Isn't that right, San?" Santana scowls at Rachel and kicks her under the table. Hard. Rachel squeals, tossing her a dirty look as she reaches down to rub at the bruise on her leg that Santana's pretty sure is already forming there.

But of course, Puck's still confused.

"Rach, babe, can you say that in, like, English please?"

Rachel rolls her eyes. "Santana wanted to have sex with Finn." she says plainly. "But now that she found out he has a child, she doesn't want to anymore. Am I right, Santana?" she asks coyly, looking at her friend across from her.

Santana huffs, crossing her arms in front of her, and purses her lips. "Why do all the hot guys have to either be gay or taken?" she asks, not really to anyone in particular, but still. It's a valid question. "I mean seriously, I can't seem to catch a fucking break around here. All I wanted was a good fuck that would leave me hurting for a few days and then be left to live my life. Is that so much to ask to for?"

Puck looks down at Rachel as Santana continues to ran about how God must really be punishing her or something and she mouths 'David' and he nods his head in understanding. That guy was a fucking douche and deserved the ass beating that he got. When she seems to be done, Rachel reaches over and puts her hand over Santana's. "Sweetie, maybe you could still-"

"No." Santana stops her and gets up from the table as she sighs."It's no use. I'm destined to be a born-again virgin. God is punishing me for sleeping around in high school, I know it."

"Santana..."

"I'll talk to you later, Rach." And then she turns around and walks out. Puck and Rachel are left sitting there watching as their friend storms off into the hallway.

"You think she's gonna be okay?" Puck asks when Santana's fully out of sight.

Rachel looks up and him, pouting. "It's been hard for her since David. He really broke her."

Puck leans down and kisses her lips softly. "I know." he mumbles against her lips. "But maybe this Finn guy can help, you know, lift her spirits a little."

"I don't know, Noah. I really don't know. I'm just worried about her."

"She's gonna be okay." He reassures her and pulls her closer, placing a kiss to her head. Rachel nestles into his side and sighs.

She just wants her best friend to be as happy as she is.

Santana's watching her girls go over the routine she's choreographed and can't help but let a little smirk appear on her face. They look awesome. Like really awesome. They're totally gonna kick ass at nationals this year. She knows it. The football team starts running out and a few of her girls start getting distracted and Santana rolls her eyes as she blows her whistle.

Teenagers.

"Ladies! If I'm not mistaken, high kicks and somersaults win competitions, not the muscles of the football team." All the girls laugh as they move to get back into formation. "Now, do it again. And this time I want those kicks higher and your cheers louder." She blows her whistle and counts them down.

She turns slightly and sees Finn out of the corner of her eye and she curses herself for forgetting he'd be out here today. Fuck. He's standing next to the other coaches with his hands crossed over his chest and sunglasses over his eyes. She hates herself for thinking how fucking hot he looks right now. She should not be doing that. She can't even go there. He has a kid. And most likely a wife.

(She can't do that again)

Thankfully, he doesn't come over and say hi or anything for the rest of practice, which runs great. The girls work hard and she's proud of them. Because of that, she lets them go early and tells them to have a good weekend and that she'll see them first thing Monday morning. See? She's not a total bitch. All the girls head toward the locker room and she's packing up her things when she feels someone tap her shoulder. She jumps a little because she was not expecting anyone to be there before turning around ready to chew out whoever dared to sneak up on her.

"Sorry." Finn says, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't." Santana snaps, a little too quickly for her liking.

Finn tilts his head to the side and looks her confused. "Okay. Well, I was just coming by to tell you that you're girls look great."

Although she tries hard not to, Santana smiles. "I know." Because, seriously, her Cheerios are the shit. "They've been working really hard."

"It shows."

They kind of just stand there awkwardly for a little while. "Uh." Santana swings her duffle bag over her shoulder and grabs her purse from the ground. "Thanks but, um, I've gotta go." She smiles slightly before turning to leave. She doesn't mean to be a bitch, but she really can't get herself into another mess like this.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around I guess." She hears him call after her, but she just ignores him and keeps on walking.

Fuck.

She's a bitch.

She spends the weekend in Columbus with her parents.

It's not a far drive and she loves that every time she visits them they treat her like the princess she is. Her dad spoils her, treats her to a shopping spree or a spa day and her mom makes sure that all her favorite foods are made during her stay. She has a bedroom in their house because she makes these spontaneous trips pretty often. Her parents don't mind, though. They love it when she comes home to visit. She's their little girl. Besides, she really needed to get away this weekend. School's been a bitch and nationals are coming up soon. Not to mention her little Finn problem (not so little actually). But she's decided she's just gonna avoid him. It shouldn't be that hard (she hopes).

Her first day in Columbus, she and her mother go shopping and get manicures and pedicures before meeting her father at her favorite restaurant in town. They talk about how work's going and the Cheerios and stuff. Santana tells them how much her girls have improved since the beginning of the year and she's sure their going to kick some major fucking ass at this year's competition. Her mother chastises her about her language and that starts a whole other conversation. Her mother tells her it's very 'unladylike' to use those words. Santana argues that being an adult means using whatever kind of language she pleases so if she wants to swear she will do so. They have this argument every time Santana comes to visit. Her parents don't really approve of her using such foul language and constantly tell her that she shouldn't. But then again, it's her life, she's gonna live it the way she wants it to. She tells them this and the argument is pretty much dropped after that.

Sunday morning is spent cuddled in her bed and watching her favorite movies of all time. Her mother brings her breakfast in bed and Santana invites her to stay and cuddle. She fucking loves her parents, okay? Especially her mom. The woman has been her number one supporter since day one and Santana really appreciates that. When she was deciding what she wanted to study at college, her mom was right by her side, giving her as much advice and insight as possible. Santana knows she probably couldn't have finished college without her.

Anyway, they spend about half the day in bed, laughing, chatting, eating, and just enjoying the relaxing day off. It's nice. Santana tells her mom about Finn and everything that's going on there. Her mom, being the best person that she knows, listens to everything she says and takes it all in. When Santana finally finishes explaining to her mom her problem, her mom tilts her head to the side and smiles a little. She then tells Santana that she's thinking way too much about how things should go instead of just letting things happen on their own. Santana looks up at her and frowns, realizing that she's probably right. When it's finally time for Santana to head back to Lima, she kisses both her parent's cheeks and promise them she'll call them tomorrow (probably).

The drive back to Lima is quick but Santana's still tired as fuck. She makes her way into her house and heads right for her bedroom. After taking a hot shower, she pulls on an old t-shirt before climbing into bed. She falls asleep hoping that she won't run into Finn the next day, which is highly unlikely but still possible.

However, the ache between her legs when she wakes up lets her know that avoiding Finn isn't going to be as easy as she thought.

Fuck.