Hey! So this is just me saying I am making my 2nd story and first one-shot!
Fang: Ok, and….
Me: Well since stupid Fox is forcing me to wait freaking two weeks for a new episode, and it had to end with Santana slapping Finn, right RYAN?
Fang: God, Autho, you'd think Ryan stabbed you.
Me: He did, internally, right in the HEART, Fang! Poor Santana….
Fang: It's a show, not real life.
Me: Shut it, Fang, you're not a true Gleek!
Fang: And proud.
Me: -.- shuddap.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I am n-o-t Ryan Murphy. I *le sob* own nothing:(((
~~SaNtAnA PoV~~
That bitch! How could he, how dare he? Now everyone knew! Not just WMHS, but the entire town of Lima, too!
He just had to run his mouth!
Focus, Santana, point to head, body jerk, sing. Here comes my solo. Breathe…
"Don't forget me! I beg, I remember you said,"
I heard that you, settled down, that you, found a girl and you're, married now. I heard, that your dreams came true, guess she gave you things, I didn't give to youuuu..."
Back to fast, she thought. Everything was a blur around her, Brittany, Mercedes, Finn whispering to Rachel and pointing at her- wait, wha?
Focus, Santana, solo time! "Don't forget me, I beg! I remember you said!" (Repeat x2)
When the song finally ended, Santana hopped down of the stage.
"What did you just tell her?" She demanded.
"Just that I thought you were great." Finn said. Yeah right, mother…
"Oh, please!"
"No," began Rachel, "He literally just said.."
"Yeah, right! Because of you, everyone knows!"
"Santana, everyone already knew." He blurted.
"Not just the school, you idiot! EVERYONE!" Santana's own anger took over. Without knowing it, she slapped Finn, right across the face.
Everyone was unsure of what just happened. Brittany looked worried. Mercedes looked shocked, as did Mr. Shue and Shelby.
Santana was unsure what to do. Run? Stand there and look smug? Run for a hug from Brittany? No, she just stood there like an idiot. It was like a criminal just standing there as a cop chased him. Or a robber taking a nap on the victims couch. Or a murderer holding up a sign saying: HEY POLICE! I just killed that man! Come and arrest me now! Because that's exactly how Santana felt right now. Like a criminal.
"Santana…" said Shelby, sounding appalled and sympathetic at the same time.
She broke down is sobs. Sobs that raked through her body, made her chest hurt, her face red.
"Finn, I-I…" She didn't finish the sentence. She just ran.
A couple minutes later, Brittany caught caught up with Santana.
"What was that?" she asked gently.
Santana continued to sob and choked out something that sounded like: The fluffy toilet ate my pants! But actually said: "He- I- I can't take it!"
Brittany hugged her. "It'll be alright."
"No, it won't! I'm being outed for God's sake!"
"Why don't we just go work this out with him…"
"I can't look at his face!"
The next day, Sue had Santana and Finn in her office.
"Now I understand all of this has been very hard on you, Santana, but I know a few therapists…"
"I don't need any therapists."
Mr. Shue sighed, "Santana, we're trying to help you…."
"I don't need any help!"
"Is that why you slapped Finn?" Sue asked. "A person who doesn't need help coping with being outed won't usually slap the person who brought this upon them."
"Look, I suppose I should be grateful to you.. but I have Trouble Tones to get to. I'm fine. Really." She stood up, spun on her heel and left, heading towards the 2nd choir room.
A/N
Me: Well, that was my first ever one shot…
Fang: *Yawn* I'm tired. Let's sleep know. And that sounded better in my head.
Me: Yeah, no worries, Fang sleeps in the dungeon/basement not with me;)
Fang: Who would want to?
Me: -.- hardi-har-har Fang
RR?