Author's Note: Part three! Read and review, thanks! :D

HBIC

Day 62

The day was hot. Really hot. Fanning herself with her hand, the girl watched as the other members on the squad struggled to perform the routine that she had come up with all on her own. She would've usually been practicing with them but Coach Sylvester had asked that she direct on that particular day, since the Coach had to miss due to mysterious circumstances which had not been divulged.

"Santana Lopez!" sang Brittany, appearing from out of nowhere, holding out a blue slushie while simultaneously sipping on her own pink one, a task which was usually quite difficult for the tall blonde.

"Thanks, Britt," Santana sighed, accepting the blue drink gratefully. "What the hell is with this heat?"

Tilting her head, Brittany thought for a long time, then thought some more. "Oh, I know!" she exclaimed after ten minutes or so. "It's the summer so it's hot!" She gave one nod before continuing to slurp her drink.

"Right," said Santana, eyes on one girl who she envisioned faltering at any - "Lauren!" she screeched, along with some curses, as the slightly pudgy redhead messed up, throwing the whole routine. "Okay!" she shouted. "From the top!" She ignored the groans of the others on the squad, standing and stretching. She leveled her gaze at her teammates before shifting her line of sight to two males, also watching the routine. Grinning, she tugged at Britt's arm, pointing. "Britt, look who's gawking."

Spotting the boys, Brittany grinned. "They're not gawks. Let's go!"

Santana let out a short laugh as her friend hopped up and sprinted down the stairs, then across the field. Shaking her head, Santana followed at a much slower pace, stopping right in front of the guys. "Mike, Finn," she said.

Finn just grinned in what Santana guessed was his response, his eyes still on the other girls.

Mike would've replied but Brittany had engaged him a deep conversation about…it sounded like which Nick Jr. show was the best. Amused by Brittany's exuberant analysis of Dora the Explorer, Santana chuckled, glancing way up at Finn, to see that he was also smiling. "Brittany is…" Santana searched for the right word but couldn't seem to find one that fit her friend.

"Huh?" Tilting his head, Finn looked down at her, not having been aware of her presence at first. "Oh, hey Santana." As had become the norm, he practically shrunk away from her, as if he was afraid of her.

Rolling her eyes, Santana placed a hand on her hip. "Do you know how ridiculous you're being?"

"Um…no?" Taking another step back, Finn eyed her warily.

"What do you think I'm going to do? Attack you and have sex with you?" In a challenge of sorts, she took a step forward, holding in a laugh at the fearful expression on his face.

"N-no, not again." He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his head. "And shhh!" His eyes darted from side to side.

Narrowing her eyes, she regarded him for several long seconds before she said, her voice low, "You didn't consider it an attack the first time. More like a come and get it, Santana, if I remember correctly. And, shhh? Really, Finn? You should be telling everyone your first time was with Santana Lopez!"

Swallowing, Finn kicked at the ground. "I just always wanted my first time to be really special."

The words stung more than Santana would ever admit to anyone, even Brittany. "So sorry that it was such an awful experience."

Standing up straight, he stared at her for awhile, chewing on his bottom lip, before saying in a sigh, "It wasn't awful, Santana. Just…not what I thought it'd be."

"What did you think it'd be?" she retorted, almost immediately, giving voice to the first thing that popped into her head, something which she rarely did, something which she hated.

"Uh, well…I…" Frowning, he pursed his lips and scrunched his brow. "I don't really know. Just…different, I guess."

Taking a breath, Santana did that thing she hated again, her words coming out before she could stop them. "I know what you mean. My first time wasn't what I th -" Horrified, she placed a hand over her mouth. Had she really just shared personal information? The experience of her first time she had not revealed to a soul. What others knew as her "first" time was actually her second. And now Finn… Furrowing her brow, she raised her eyes to his, surprised at the depth of emotion she saw.

"Don't worry, San, I won't tell anyone."

Grateful but not one to admit such a feeling, Santana just stood, arms at her sides, trying to think of something to say. A kind word? She wrinkled her nose at the thought but was still considering it when Brittany wrapped her fingers around Santana's upper arm, pulling her away.

"Okay, bye!" called out Brittany over shoulder.

Confused, Santana ran with her. "What the hell, Britt?" Yanking her arm away, she spun around but the boys were already gone. Shrugging, Santana faced her friend, expecting an answer.

"It's just part of my…" Pausing, Brittany leaned closer and whispered, "Master plan."

Tilting her head, Santana opened her mouth to ask Brittany what Master Plan she was referring to but the other girl darted off before she could, rejoining the squad.

Deciding it was most likely just Britt being Britt, Santana followed behind, contemplating what had just transpired with Finn. She raised her shoulders then let them fall. Best not to think on it too much.

HBICs couldn't allow themselves moments of sentimentality, after all.