Author's note: I am not affiliated with Glee, the writers and actors on the show. This is a work of pure fiction from my imagination & how I would like to see their relationship happen.

"You said you'd never break up with me!" Rachel said, her loud voice echoing in the semi-empty hallway.

"I never thought you'd make me feel like this." Finn's voice was softer, but it could still be heard in the choir room.

The rest of the Glee Club sat in silence as they listened to their co-captains ending their relationship. Only when the yelling had finally stopped and they were sure both of them had gone in different directions did anyone actually speak.

"That sounded serious guys." Sam leaned back in his chair, wrapping an arm around Quinn as some of them nodded in agreement.

"Oh please, they'll be singing their way down the halls by tomorrow at lunch." Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her enhanced chest, lounging back in the plastic chair.

"You better hope so, this is practically all your fault." Mercedes said.

"Excuse me?" Santana sat up in her seat, one perfectly waxed eyebrow raised at the girl sitting next to her. "And how exactly is this my fault?"

"You're the one who told Rachel about what happened last year!" Mercedes looked at Santana, wondering if she was really going to avoid taking any of the blame.

"Okay, first off I did everyone a favor by telling Yentel. Look how awesome we were at sectionals. And second off, I'm not the one who told the dwarf to go running into Puckerman's arms."

Everyone turned their heads to look at Puck, who was actually texting Rachel that very second. He looked up to see everyone's eyes focused on him.

"Woah, she practically attacked me. I can't turn down a pair of lips, okay? Besides, my mom really likes her…"

Santana rolled her eyes again, not even wanting to deal with Puck. That same night he made out with Berry he had shown up at her place, wanting her to relieve the problem that Rachel had created. But after he let it slip that he hooked up with her, she kicked him out. She was no one's second choice.

Eventually Mr. Shue showed up and the kids ended their discussion. When he question the whereabouts of Finn and Rachel, they told him about the argument. Practice went on like usual, more discussing that singing though. Shue gave them the notes the judges had made on their Sectional performances, Santana being quite pleased with the comments on her solo. She looked at the empty chair that was front and center, Rachel's usual seat, and wished the girl was there so she could give her a HAH right to her face.

An hour and a half later practice finally ended. Santana grabbed her Cheerios bag off the floor and turned towards Brittany. "Hey Britt, let's go-" Brittany was already wheeling Artie out of the choir room though, and Santana quickly wiped the look of disappointment on her face. She missed Brittany lately, she was happy for her best friend but there were only so many people who actually enjoyed her company and Britt was one of them.

"Santana, are you okay?"

Pulled out of her daze by Mr. Shue's voice, Santana looked around to see she was the only one left in the choir room. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just looking for my jacket, must have left it in the locker room."

Grabbing her gym bag, she left the room and headed straight for the locker room to grab her jacket. The snow flurries had already started outside and she couldn't risk getting sick, not when she was already on such bad terms with Coach Sylvester. One more screw up and she'd be off the squad for sure. The locker room was completely empty when she arrived. Going to her assigned locker, she put the combo in and opened the metal door, grabbing the red Cheerio jacket that was on the hook. As she shrugged the jacket on, she heard the faint sound of weights getting tossed around. Who the hell would be in the weight room now?

Santana closed her locker and headed to the weight room that was the barrier between the boy's and girl's locker rooms. As she opened the door a tall figure came into her line a vision, Finn to be specific. He was dressed in his work out clothes and sitting on one of the padded benches with his head in his hand, a set of weights at his feet. She heard him mumbling to himself but it was to quiet to make out. Stepping into the room, she dropped her bag at her feet and let the door slam shut behind her to announce her presence.

Finn's head snapped up at the sound of the door and he looked back to see Santana before turning away from her. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." She chose not to answer his question and took a few steps towards him. "I would have thought you'd be out celebrating now that you aren't attached at the hip to the dwarf."

"Don't, Santana!" Finn stood up and turned to look at her, the anger visible on his face. "Don't talk about her like that."

She was surprised by his little outburst but she didn't show it. Instead she stood her ground, locking her brown eyes with his. "Chill Frankenteen, no need to go Hulk all over the weight room."

"Whatever. Just go, okay? I want to be alone."

"No wonder everyone looks to Sam as the leader now, you're so moody. It's kind of pathetic actually." Santana shrugged her shoulders, turning to leave.

"Seriously, Santana what is your problem?"

"My problem?" Santana turned around to look at him. "What makes you think I have a problem?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the way you seem to be ruining my life whenever you get the chance?" Finn said.

"I did you a favor! She was dragging you down to the bottom and I was helping you. Excuse me for caring, Finn." Santana crossed her arms over her chest, the amusement in her voice from before completely gone now. "I told you I would tell her if you didn't."

"I had it under control and you decided to butt in where you weren't wanted. Now, because of you, Rachel won't talk to me."

"Wrong. Rachel isn't talking to you because you lied. All I did was tell her the truth. Both of you should be thanking me." She raised her eyebrows, uncrossing her arms and resting her hands on her hips.

Finn laughed sarcastically. "Wow, Santana. You're something else you know that? The last thing I'd ever do is thank you. You did nothing for me, nothing."

"I'm sorry, did that night in the motel mean nothing?" Santana said.

"Nothing at all." Finn kept his face somber. "Don't even pretend it meant anything to you because it didn't, I know that."

That took Santana by surprise, so much that she couldn't mask the emotion on her face. It took a second for her to recover and her cold exterior was back. "Screw you, Finn. I was trying to help, trying to be your friend."

"Oh please. You and I are were never friends Santana. You used me. You really expect me to think you did that because you cared? There is nothing that you care about in this world more than yourself. You told Rachel about that night because you take a sick pleasure in hurting people. Admit it, this is about you and always has been."

"And you didn't use me?" Santana couldn't stop the words that left her mouth. She immediately regretted them because his face softened instantly.

"What did you just say?" That confused look he always wore was plastered on his face.

"I said screw you. I'm out of here. Give Berry my best, oh wait… She's probably sucking face with Puckerman. You just can't compete can you?"

"And you can't hold his interest, or any guy for that matter. Even Brittany got bored with you."

Finn's words were shaky, unsure of whether to really say them, but they still cut her like a knife. She turned away from him and left the weight room, grabbing her bag on the way out. The trip to her dad's Escalade in the parking lot was made in a full sprint. By the time she reached her car, her cheeks were stained with wet streaks. Santana tossed her back into the passenger seat then slammed the driver's side door to keep the cold out. He was an asshole. Who the hell did he think he was talking to her like that? He didn't know anything about her, about how she felt… Fresh tears threatened to leak from her eyes and she took a deep breath.

Why was she acting like this? It was only Finn, just another boy she had given the best night of his life to. The things he told her though, they had been cruel. Even Puckerman never talked to her like that. He never made her cry either, but then again they never really talked much to begin with. Finn though, he infuriated her. She was only trying to help him. It wouldn't have changed her reputation if the whole school knew about that night, his would have been the one to sky rocket through the roof. How could he say it meant nothing? Obviously it had to mean something, it was his fucking virginity. What he said was really bothering her, she was grateful that it was Friday and she wouldn't have to see his face till Monday. It would give her enough time to reconsider ripping him apart.