Chapter 3 – No Promises

The bell rang and everybody scrambled out of the room, except Cassidy who was packing her stuff up, Puck who was waiting for her and Santana quietly watching them.

"Can we help you?" Puck asked Santana, narrowing his eyes.

Santana rolled her eyes. "I wanna talk to Johnny Bravo over there. In private."

"Be nice," Puck warned as he stepped outside, already protective of his new friend.

Cassidy smiled at Santana. "What's up?"

"Don't you 'what's up' me!" Santana snarled. "How dare you come in here and do that?"

"Do what, exactly?" Cassidy asked calmly. "Are you jealous because I'm better than you? 'Cause I'm not here to steal your spotlight, J-Lo."

Santana's nails digged into her palms. "Then why are you here?"

"I don't wanna fight with you, okay?" Cassidy said softly. "We've done enough of that. Can we be friends?"

The question hung in the air for a few seconds.

"Like we were friends when you forced your way into my bed?" Santana growled.

Cassidy sighed, grabbing two chairs and mentioning for Santana to sit. Still fuming, Santana sat, but only after Cassidy did.

"We never really got the chance to talk about what happened," Cassidy started. "But if I remember correctly, you practically begged me into your bed."

Santana picked at her nails. "That's a technicality. And things are different here. Nobody knows, okay? And I'd like to keep it that way. What happened between us meant nothing. You can't just come back here and expect me to jump into your arms."

"I still feel the same way about you, Tana," Cassidy whispered. "And I know you, better than you'd ever admit. Take the risk, I promise you it'll be worth it."

"You've never kept any of your promises, why should I even trust you?" Santana snapped. "And what the hell am I supposed to tell my friends?"

"You won't tell anyone, not yet, you're too scared," Cassidy said smugly, at which Santana rolled her eyes.

"Okay, so maybe you do know a lot about me," Santana admitted reluctantly. "But that doesn't mean I'm forgiving you."

Cassidy smirked. "You and I both know you can't resist me, Tana. It's only a matter of time."

Santana couldn't help but smile, even if it was just barely there. "Keep it in your pants, would you? And before you even ask, I'm not going out with you."

"Before you even ask," Cassidy imitated Santana's playful tone, "I'm not giving up on you."

Rolling her eyes yet again, Santana got up and turned to leave the choir room. "I didn't ask you to," she threw over her shoulder, along with a wink.

Cassidy laughed. "I never did in the first place!"

Santana's laughter followed her down the hallway and Cassidy did a victorious fistpump.

Puck's face appeared around the corner. "What just happened? Santana hasn't laughed that hard since Finn fell down the stairs a few weeks ago."

"Guess I just have the magic and charm," Cassidy grinned.

Puck frowned. "You're trying to charm Santana? She's straight, I would know."

Cassidy clapped him on the back as they walked to the parking lot. "There's a lot you gotta learn about me, buddy. We'll go out tonight and I'll show you that I can get any girl. I'll even let you pick. No female can resist me."

"Whoa, cocky much?"

"I can afford to be this cocky," Cassidy whispered dramatically. "And you don't know anything about her."

"About who?" Puck yelled after Cassidy, who was already getting into her car. "Are you kidding me?"

Shaking his head, Puck drove home, contemplating the crazy day. This new girl seems to have more game than him, and that was a first. Santana was the straightest chick he knew, and Cassidy didn't seem to care. Suddenly, Puck came up with a brilliant plan. Pulling out his phone, he dailed his cousin Jennifer.

"Jen, I need a favour," he said urgently. "You need to come out with me tonight, I gotta prove something."

A/N: let me know what you think! and tx for reading! virtual hugs for everybody!