I felt like writing this after watching Comeback. That's all I really have to say, Sam feels out of character to me. Meh, tell me what you think?
Santana held Sam Evans below her, kissing him, touching him, playing up to taking his virginity.
Okay, she wasn't sure if he was a virgin, but it didn't matter. The boy had smoking abs, and wasn't about to resist. Quinn would never give it up to him, not until they were married. But she would, gladly. He'd give her what she wanted: Something warm beneath her. Something soft, gentle, and blonde.
Something that felt vaguely like Brittany.
He had the basics: he was blonde, athletic, a little dim, and ready to submit. Still, he wasn't the real thing, but he'd be good enough.
"Quinn?" Santana demanded with an eye roll as they lay next to each other, Sam's virginity gone.
"Brittany?" he responded, equally annoyed.
"I am willing to ruin your life if you tell anyone." She said, rolling out of bed and beginning to clothe herself.
"I kind of though you actually cared." The blonde responded.
"I never care." She replied, turning away from him.
"Sounded like you care for Brittany."
For a second, the Latina froze, unwilling to admit anything then she had with her careless cry. Then she looked over her shoulder, eyes filled with ice. "Perfectly willing to ruin. Your. Life." She responded icily as she pulled her shirt over her head.
Thankfully, the boy said nothing more as Santana finished getting dressed. She walked straight out of Sam's bedroom, and then his house. She had what she came for. Nothing less, nothing more.
But still, a bit of loneliness lingered. Sam had helped, but Santana wanted her best friend, she wanted Brittany.
Did you like? It was very short, but I think it turned out sort of okay.
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