"Hey, Santana." I turned around. I was wearing the blue dress Quinn lent me, and my hair was pinned in a sexy side pony. I was wearing makeup, but not too much, unlike that slut Rachel, I thought bitterly. When I saw Finn I almost dropped the plastic cup of beer I was clutching.

"Finn!" I said, blushing.

"You look good," he told me.

"Thanks, you do too!" I told him, knowing it was an understatement. My eyes traveled over his muscles, big, but not gross and bulging like Puck's. I saw Rachel scowling out of the corner of my eye, and then she stomped over to me and Finn.

"Oh, Finnie." She fake pouted. "Let's go dance on the floor. They're playing my FAVORITE song." I heard 'Jar Of Hearts' by Christina Perri."

"Alright," Finn said, but he didn't look happy about it. "Bye, Santana," he said in that kind yet sexy way that made my heart melt every time. "Bye... bye," I choked out, Rachel smirking at me as she led Finn to the dance floor.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked as her and Brittany walked over to me, both of them also drinking beer.

"N-nothing," I stammered. "Just Finn's hot and Rachel's a bitch, that's all."

"You just noticed this now?"

Me, Quinn, Brittany drank, danced, ate, drank, danced, ate, talked, danced, drank, on and on and on. Finally, I was sitting in the corner, drinking some sort of alcoholic cocktail, when Finn came over to me.

"Hi," he said, smiling, and my knees went weak.

"H-hey."

"Do you wanna dance?"

"What?"

"Do you wanna dance with me?"

"What about Rachel? Won't she be mad?"

"She has no reason to be mad, she's going around dancing with some other guys."""

"Well... okay then."

Finn helped me out and me walked to the dance floor. Dancing with Finn was fun, and I could tell he was impressed with my gracefulness. The whole thing was smooth... Finn was a much better dancer than he was in high school. I giggled at the memory of when we had to swing dance for an assignment in Glee club, and we and Finn were partners. My toes hurt just thinking about it. We pranced around at fast songs, and just swayed back and forth for slow songs. I wanted to keep dancing with him all night, but I was tired and out of breath, so I finally excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I was touching up my makeup when Rachel walked up to me.

"STAY... AWAY... FROM HIM!" She practically hissed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about, fatso. You like Finn, you flirt with him and danced with him, you want to sleep with him. But if you know what's good for him, keep your paws off him."

"You can't control him, Rachel. If he wants to break up with you to go out with me, he can't do that."

"You're pathetic, Santana. Stop being a desperate wannabee and instead of chasing after a guy who's going to be married, find someone..." she sneered, her eyes traveling up my body. "Find someone who's on your level."

"Wait, someone who's going to be married?" I asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" Rachel gloated. "We're getting married, Santana. We're marrying in May, and after that we're going to try for a baby." She gloated. "He proposed to me last night."

I stepped back. It felt as if Rachel had just punched me in the face. "Whatever, bitch," I spat at her, and ran out of the bathroom. I walked into the master bedroom, collapsing on the bed. I began to cry, and suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps. I looked up, feeling woozy from all the alcohol I drank.

I saw Finn, and wiped furiously at my face. I didn't want him to see I was crying.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, hoping he didn't notice I was crying.

"I had to go to the bathroom and all the other bathrooms except for the master one were full." He shrugged. "Why are you crying, San?" I gulped. I had to tell him, I couldn't lie. But if I told him I was in love with him, our friendship would never be the same again. He sat next to me on the bed, and pulled me into his arms. I could smell the cologne on his shirt.

"I..." I gulped, and then cried harder. "Rachel told me you proposed to her last night and you're getting married in May and gonna have a baby after that." I looked up at him. "And I'm in love with you. I have been since junior year of high school."

"It's alright," Finn told me, and I felt horrible from the crying and all that alcohol. Why did I drink? I hardly ever drank THAT much at parties. Because you were upset about Finn, a little voice in the back of my head reminded me. I lifted my head as Finn lowered his lips to give me a platonic kiss on the forehead, and it was truly an accident the first time our lips met. We both were surprised at first, but then we deepened the kiss.

"I meant what I said last night," Finn told me. "I really do think you're beautiful." I nodded, my world spinning because of beer and cocktails, and I knew Finn's was too. Finn lightly pressed me onto the bed, sliding on top of me but resting his body on his arm as he kissed me, explored me, so that he didn't crush me.

"What about Rachel?" I asked.

"I never proposed to her," Finn told me. "We talked about maybe getting married when we were well out of college with good paying jobs, but I never proposed, and I sure as hell don't want to even think about having kids right now."

I smiled as he kissed me, and it was all downhill from there. I didn't remember the before moments or the after moments, but I sure remembered the during moments.

I woke up next to Finn. I looked over, and then gasped as I heard the door rattling. I jumped up, covering myself with the sheet. "Who is it?" I called through the door.

"Brittany and Quinn," Quinn called. "Santana, is that you?" I opened the door just a crack, just so they could see my face, nothing else.

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

"What are you doing up here?" they asked.

"I was, just, um, sleeping," I lied, and while they looked suspicious, they didn't say anything.

"We're ready to go," Brittany said. "You coming?"

"Um, yeah," I said. "Just give me a minute, okay? I'll meet you at the car."

"Okay." They nodded and left. "Finn!" I ran to the bed and shook him awake. "Finn!" Finn woke up.

"Santana?" Finn asked, confused to see me in front of him, naked with a sheet wrapped around me. "Santana, what are you doing? What am I doing? Why are you naked?"

"Don't you remember last night?" I asked, and he shot up in bed.

"Oh my fucking god!" he cursed, and I was surprised, since I had never heard a bad word slither from his mouth. I knew then that this was really bad. "Santana, don't me wrong, I love you, but... I'm with Rachel, and I cheated! Please... I'm staying with Rachel. Please don't tell anyone about this." I waited till Finn had dressed and left until I dressed and walked out to the car.

Quinn and Brittany waited until we were back at the dorm, I had changed out of my dress, taking my hair down and dressed in my comfiest pajamas, and was laying listlessly on my bed.

"So, what really happened?" Quinn asked.

"Please, Santana," Quinn replied, rolling her eyes. "We saw you were naked and we saw what looked like Finn's head in the bed in the master bedroom. Yes, you're not too good at keeping the door closed almost all the way so that nobody can see in. Now out with it. What happened?"

I began to cry. Quinn and Brittany got up and walked over to my bed, sitting on it. Quinn rubbed my back and stroked my hair while Brittany hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder. "Me and Finn slept together," I said, and my two best friend's eyes widened. "And... after you guys left, he told me that while he loved me and thought I was beautiful, he didn't want to be a cheater, he was with Rachel and he was staying with her."

"That little jerk!" Brittany said, pouting.

"I'm going to get him!" Quinn growled.

"No!" I said. "He told me not to tell anybody!"

"But he can't do this!" Quinn shouted. "He can't mess with your heart like this!"

"Well, he did," I replied, shrugging. "Nothing we can do about it. We can't force him to break up with Rachel."

So I avoided Finn, fought with Rachel, cried, gossiped and cried some more with Quinn and Brittany, and went to classes. However, little did I know that sleeping with Finn would come back and bite me in the butt.

I woke up that morning, feeling like vomiting. I had also been having mood swings, cravings, and sore, tender breasts for the past week or so. It was a month and a half since I slept with Finn.

I jumped up, running into the bathroom, collapsing to the floor and throwing up. Finally, I was just dry heaving, which hurt my throat and stomach muscles.

"Santana, you alright?" Quinn and Brittany ran into the bathroom. Quinn held my hair back, rubbing my back in soothing little circles while Brittany got a glass of water and some gum. When I was finished puking my guts out, I drank the water and chewed the gum.

"Santana, are you pregnant?" Quinn asked.

"What?" I said, blushing.

"You've being having the symptoms for the past week," Quinn said. "And you did sleep with Finn. What about your period?"

"Well, now I think about it..." I scratched my head.

"I'm late, I haven't gotten it this month."

"Come on, we're going to the drugstore."

"No!" I pleaded. "I don't wanna go! It'd be too embarrassing."

Once we had left the bathroom and walked back into the dorm, me flopping on my bed. "Well..." Quinn thought for a minute. "Brittany, can you drive to the drugstore, buy a pregnancy test, and drive back without crashing my car?"

Brittany nodded, and Quinn gave Brittany the keys and money. "Don't get a urine test," Quinn said. "Get a blood test. They're more accurate." Brittany nodded and left.

"What am I gonna do if it's positive?" I sobbed. "I have my whole life ahead of me, I can't have a baby. Not to mention the fact that I'm not financially or emotionally strong to raise a baby."

"Yes you are, if you really try," Quinn firmly told me. "But let's take this one step at a time, okay? You're not even sure if it's going to be positive yet." I nodded, and we talked about anything and everything other than I might be pregnant while we waited for Brittany to come back. Finally she did, the door swinging open.

"Here," she said, handing me the kit, and I turned white as I looked down at the kit, at the instrument I used to get some blood and then I had to put it over this thing which would say whether I was pregnant or not.

I turned to Quinn. "Here," she said, and helped me with the test. It had to wait for five minutes before it gave a result, and I almost died of agony waiting. Finally, the timer went off.

"Can you do it? I'm too nervous."

"Sure."

Quinn checked it.

"San?"

"Yeah?"

"It's positive." My heart sank.

That day, after one of my classes, I went hunting for Finn. I knew he was on the floor above me in class. I finally found, him walking down the corridor. I called torned to me.

"Yeah?"

"I need to talk to you. Alone."

"Alright," he said uncomfortably, and we found a private place to talk.

"What did you need, Santana?" I began to cry.

"I'm pregnant."