Authors Note: Okay So, I had some good response to my last glee fic Baking and Realisations So I decided to write another, really didnt know what to do so I decided to go for a Santana/Finn one :D Ive come to like them, so here it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own glee...if I did Mr Schue would be banned from dancing...forever.
"I dont feel anything, cause it didnt mean anything..." How easy it had been to lie, how easily the words could slip out of his mouth. It had been simple to hide his emotions and tell her he didnt care. Tell her that he didnt want to remember this..though he did, he did indeed, he didnt want to forget, he wanted to remember every touch...every kiss, every moan he had pulled from her lips.
She had pretended...pretended the smirk didnt slip. That her smile was gone for a moment of pure upset. She pretended she didnt care, that she didnt want him as much as she did. "Well thats okay then" she said,brushing her black hair over her shoulder her tone bitchy, as she hid her face, hid her eyes..they had always been the windows, windows to her soul.
He got out of the bed, and pulled on his clothes, he knew that if he even looked at her...he would fall and take her with him...to the end. She was a cheerio...he didnt need his heart broken, not again. He still loved Quinn..he tried to tell himself that, he did love Quinn! He did! Didnt he?
Santana turned away pulling her overcoat on, across the nightie she had worn for the time. Taking a boys virginity was nothing new to her, but this time felt different. She had slept with footballers before, she wanted to be with Puck, she wanted to be with Puck! Didnt she?
They turned around at the same time, both now dressed both looking equally wounded. She smiled softly at him and he smiled then they broke the gaze and the moment was over, this was over...something that had never been given a chance to start was over. She didnt have Puck, he didnt have Quinn. She never really had Brittany, he never really had Rachel.
"I dont...have" They both began
"Puck" She said looking back up at him
"Quinn" He said, his hearbreaking as he thought of her.
"I have you" They both said.
"Did it mean anything?" She asked, as she turned to look at him, sat next to him, in the same bed, the same night, everything else however was different.
"It will always mean something"