Santana had liked Finn since they knew each other in pre-school. She had developed a crush on him in third grade. And then the shock of her life came when she was sixteen and learning that he was dating and smitten with her best friend. Santana had managed to seduce him but then he proclaimed his love for Rachel freaking Berry.
"No one knows about that night," Finn said to Santana.
"You are the walking image of stupidity. You don't lie about sex unless it's with an ugly person. I am not ugly Finn. I'm hotter than you could ever hope Rachel will be. That little Spears outfit she wore? Imagine it on me. And by the way, dipshit, I don't give a damn about you. So stop pretending," Santana shook her head and walked away. Santana slammed Rachel Berry's locker shut as she walked by and stormed off into the glee room. Puck sauntered over to her.
"You're hot when you're angry, let's go out tonight," Puck murmured. Santana pushed him away from her.
"Never again, you ass," Santana said and pushed him over the piano bench. She was over the mo-hawked delinquent.
She looked at Finn, who was having a prude kissing fest with Rachel.
"Finnigan? You need to buy a new shirt. This is the one you were wearing when you told Quinn that she loved you," Rachel said and then got up and left. Santana laughed, Finn turned around and glared at her.
"Shut it, Satan," Finn grumbled. Normally she'd have slapped him, but she was laughing – or should she say cackling- too hard.
"Fine, I find it funny that Frankenteen is dating the micromanager. You are so screwed," Santana said between laughs.
"I am not screwed!" Finn protested. Santana walked over to him and looked him in the eye.
"I could fix that," she purred.
"Fix what?" Finn said stupidly, trying not to stare at the hot cheerio.
"You want to be screwed, I could totally help with that," Santana whispered and then started to leave, leaving Finn gaping after her.
"Oh and Finn?" she asked him.
"Huh?" he muttered in a trancelike tone.
"That shirt is really hot on you," she smirked and then left.