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A/N: I'm still working on 'Sillhouette Story' but I needed to start this so I didn't lose it. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and I don't hate Quinn (she's tied for my favorite character with Santana) but this is Santana's perspective so that's why she's getting hated on.

Prologue:

They didn't know how this started. Okay, well they knew but they didn't know when it became a regular thing. Santana got bored with Sam quickly. And as soon as Finn got with Quinn, he realized that really, she only had eyes for Sam. He was all she would talk about, for Pete's sake!

It all started when Santana was driving around Lima to distract herself from her boring relationship with 'Trouty Mouth'. She lazily threw the mug that Sam had made her out of the car. It landed into the nearest trashcan with perfect aim. After about ten dates at Color Me Mine, Santana had learned to through the pottery with excellent strength and accuracy. Her car stalled in front of his house. Santana didn't know what took over, but she waltzed up to Finn's door. He had a bruise on his face.

"Um, what happened to your face?" Santana had asked. Finn groaned in annoyance. He explained that Quinn went bat-shit crazy when he had called Sam dumb. Finn had whined to Santana that Quinn still wouldn't let him get anywhere with her. Santana was also sexually frustrated with Sam. And somewhere amidst Trouty Mouth jokes, their lips had crashed together almost violently. Santana had cheated before, sure. But this was different. She wasn't kissing Finn because she wanted to kiss someone.

She wanted to kiss him.

Chapter one:

Santana sat at a desk in the Spanish classroom. Finn was sitting in front of her with Quinn and Sam was next to Santana. Santana looked at Finn, yeah, he was super tense right now. Not to blame him, Quinn was still super emotional from when Sam dumped her. Santana didn't know how Finn dealt with it. Santana licked her lips. She snuck her phone out.

S: We on for tonight? You look super tense. I can fix that 0;)

As usual (or as usual can get after being 'lovers' for three weeks), Finn's reply was almost immediate.

F: Yes! Q is driving me crazzzzyyy, why can't she just get back with Sam already?

Santana stifled a laugh and put her phone away. Sam leaned over and whispered in Santana's ear.

"So, are we going out tonight?" Sam asked. Santana really wanted to roll her eyes but instead she smiled and dragged her lips up to Sam's ear.

"I would, baby, but I have a take home test, sorry," Santana lied. Sam looked disappointed but he nodded. The bell rang and Santana almost ran to her car. Finn was still holding Quinn's hand. She looked so sad that their relationship looked incredibly pathetic at that moment.

Santana would never admit that she was counting to eight O clock, but she was so relieved when Finn walked in the door. She wasted no time taking off his coat and kissing him. Santana loved how the night was just for them. Not that she wanted Finn. Oh no, this was just a distraction. Or at least, that's what she told herself. But when Finn started to kiss her with the desperation he had built up over the day, well something stirred in her. The urge to hold him and never let go.

Finn pressed her against the wall and she returned the kisses urgently. She really needed this.

When it was all over, Santana sat up from her bed and Finn gazed up at her.

"What is this?" Finn asked her. Santana leaned over and ran a hand through his hair.

"What is what?"

"This! Is it an affair?" Finn pressed.

"Sounds too formal," Santana said airily as she slipped her nightgown on.

"Fine. Are you my mistress?" Finn kept going. He leaned over and finished zipping the back up for her. Santana smiled to herself at this action.

"No, still too formal," Santana whined. Santana still didn't cuddle, but Finn forced her back into his arms, making this a lot more affectionate than Santana would ever admit to wanting.

"Are we lovers?" He whispered in her ear. Santana shuddered. YES! an all too eager part of her mind shouted. The rest of her recoiled. Santana didn't do love.

"God no. Finn, this doesn't involve love. We're both dating different halves of one whole. And we're helping each other survive. We're fuck buddies, or friends with benefits or even a casual affair. You're my bad boy and I'm your Gorgeous Nightmare. But we are not lovers, got it?" Santana told him, her voice dripping with venom. Finn nodded, like a puppet. Santana smiled with pride in that moment. She walked Finn downstairs and pressed a rough kiss to his mouth before he left. The kiss had no love in it. Just desire and tension.

The next day, Santana sat in English in between Finn and Sam. Sam had his arm around her shoulders and Quinn was practically in Finn's lap. Santana looked at Quinn with loathing. That girl did not deserve Finn. Santana was supposed to be paying attention to Sam, but she was busy glaring at Finn and Quinn.

Jealousy sucked, and Santana didn't even know why she was getting all territorial over Finn. He was just another dumb boy who she used for pleasure and to dissolve her pain, right? Finn stole a glance at Santana and smiled apologetically at her.

Maybe he wasn't just another dumb guy.