Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Sadly.

NOTES: This is a Finntana story. Ariane linked me to one and I got hooked lol. Rated M for future chapters.


Santana Lopez was pissed. Okay, so she didn't look pissed, but she was pissed. Outwardly, she refused to look like anything but the epitome of calm. However, inside, she was as mad as the time that Puck told her she shouldn't have eaten such a big lunch, which was pretty fucking mad (pardon her French!). First of all, this secret was huge. The kind of life-ruining epicness that she would use against someone in a heart-beat. There was only one problem: the secret involved one of her best friends and her sort-of boyfriend. Sure, Santana might tell everyone that sex wasn't dating, but continuous, regular sex was sort-of dating, and that's what she had going with Puck. And Quinn Fabray was... well, she was Quinn Fabray. Some friendships just ran deeper than a cheerleading uniform and while she would never admit it out loud, her friendship with Quinn was one of them. But that was only the first part of the problem: The second problem was that Brittany had found out before her! Brittany! In the words of Kurt Hummel, she thought that the square root of four was rainbows. Obviously, while she loved Brittany, in a kind of 'make-fun-of-her-stupidity-and-I'll-knife-you' kind of way, she was the one most worthy of this gossip.

Gossip as big as the fact that the father of Quinn's baby was Puck and not Finn, and that Quinn was lying to her boyfriend.

But that wasn't even what was bothering her. What was bothering her was the fact that she was jealous of Quinn. Santana Lopez did not do things like jealous! What the hell made Quinn Fabray so special anyways? Was it the blonde hair and white skin, kind of like Cinderella? Why did all the boys want her? Puck, Finn, and even Artie. Hell, she'd even seen Mr. Schue throwing Quinn a few looks that were too friendly. She'd seen the way he was looking at her when he was singing 'Bust a Move' during Glee Club practice (which she publicly claimed to hate, but secretly loved more than most things). Everyone's eyes were always on Quinn and wondering how she was doing. Even when she'd been kicked off of Cheerios and should have been cast further into obscurity, somehow she managed to have the attention of the room at all times. Damn her.

It was stupid, and Santana knew it, but in a way, she kind of wished that she could be the pregnant one. Just so everyone would be paying attention to her. Santana wanted to be the one in the spotlight and she wanted everyone to notice her. Ever since the secret had blown up, Puck had been even more into Quinn that before, despite her insistence that she wanted to do this whole preggo teenage mom thing on her own. That was so incredibly Quinn. Always trying to be a fucking martyr, even when she looked like a blimp. It was disgusting how everyone bought into her act. Finn especially. Even now, two weeks after the fact, Santana could see that it still bothered him. Mostly, she thought that he felt betrayed, since Rachel had insisted that Quinn move in with her after Mrs. Hudson had told her that she had to leave her home – for good. Mrs. Hudson was a nice woman (she always gave good candy at Halloween) but even she had limits, not that Santana could blame her. It was what Quinn deserved. Sure, Finn was a dumb as a doorknob sometimes, but he was a nice guy, and even in her stone-cold heart, she knew that he didn't deserve what had been dished out to him. Quinn had taunted him for months, made him jizz in his own pants more times than she could count (because Quinn just had to text her every time to tell her that Finn couldn't hold it in), and then had used his downstairs malfunction to manipulate him into thinking he was the father of her baby.

Honestly, that was crossing a line, even for Santana.

Santana didn't know why she was even thinking of Finn right now. She was in one of the two Spanish classes she'd attended all quarter, and she was bored out of her mind. Normally, that would be an opportune time to pull out her phone to sext Puck and lie to him about the fact that she wasn't wearing her cheerleading shorts under her cheerleading skirt. She was, but for him, she could make them disappear. There was a reason that Noah Puckerman's pool cleaning business did so well during the summers. He was very well endowed (not that this should come as much of a surprise but, his dick was comparable in size to his ginormous ass ego) and he was totally in to going at it rough, which gave her Latina temper multiple opportunities to show itself. Yeah, Santana was an angry person by nature, which was why everyone thought that she was a bitch. But being a bitch was easier than being nice. She had tried the whole nice thing once, and it had resulted in a broken heart for her afterwards. She'd been nine, and ever since then, Santana Lopez was a force to be reckoned with. But no, she didn't have her phone out and she wasn't texting Puck to tell him that if he was in class, that she would have edged her chair just a little closer to his. That she would have pretended that she forgot her book so she could 'share' with him. That her tiny hand would have reached for his big one and pushed it up her thigh slowly, daring him, without saying a word, to do things to her that would force her head to exert every last bit of self control not to moan out his name in the middle of classroom.

Oh yeah, those sexts that Quinn had found, those were the ones that Puck didn't have password protected.

But that wasn't what she was thinking about. No, Santana Lopez's thoughts were sincerely more G-rated. She was thinking about the person blocking her view of the board with his big potato head. She was thinking about Finn Hudson. Again. Damn it.

This had all started two days before sectionals. She'd been in the boys' locker room, looking for Puck to tell him that she wasn't happy with how much time he'd been spending with Quinn, and to convince him to spend the afternoon helping her 'with chores'. She hadn't found Puck, since he was off practising with Mr. Schue for Glee Club, but instead, she'd found Finn sobbing to himself, looking about as sad and depressed as she'd ever seen someone. Even if she usually had a strict no-emotions policy for anyone outside of her family, something about seeing Finn that way had made her feel for him. She had almost gone up to him to give him a hug, before remembering that that would make her seem like she had a nice side to her, and Santana Lopez did not have a nice side. Not one that most people go to see anyways.

Ugh, would you listen to yourself? You sound like fucking Rachel Berry!

Shaking her head, Santana was happy that the bell rang and she could get out of class. She needed to find Puck. She could feel him slipping away from her, gravitating ever closer to Quinn, even if she was resisting him. Santana didn't care about a lot of people, but she cared about Puck and she cared about him enough that she didn't want their sex to remain no strings attached for the rest of eternity. Whether they were friends or not, Quinn Fabray was going to pay for getting her harpy claws into Santana's man. She'd already warned her to stay away from Puck once. She obviously wasn't listening, so Santana was going to have to make sure that she stayed in line – but how?

Well, at least she knew what she was going to be doing now during math class. Plotting total social destruction a la Blair Waldorf. What fun.