Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the characters mentioned. Damn it.

Author's notes: I'm sorry this took me so long to update... also, I know that it doesn't follow what happens in the show but remember that this is set after Sectionals. I should be updating more quickly from now on!

Why in the fuck had she done that? Seriously, what was she even thinking? Had she really just smiled at Finn Hudson? Honestly, Santana probably wouldn't even have caught onto it had he not made a face like he was about to pass out from shock. Did she do that with other people without even thinking about it? No, no she didn't. Because Santana Lopez was always in charge of her emotions. She cared far too much about her reputation to do stupid things like smiling at random people. What people thought of you was everything. To achieve total dominion over the small bubble of WMHS, it would take someone skilled, someone who had the intellectual prowess to make the halls their own, and that person was Santana. Sure, academically she was failing almost every class, but that was because she just didn't care enough to really try. If she put effort into her school work like she did her popularity, she could be the top of her class.

But instead, she preferred to write out detailed strategies about how to get back at Puck and Quinn in math class rather than the quadratic formula her teacher was trying to get the class to understand. She didn't need math for what she wanted to do later on in life, so she was here as a tourist basically, and because her parents would be fucking mad if her attendance record looked anything like it had the semester prior, when she'd often skipped math to sneak off and spend time with Brittany. As far as she was concerned, spending an hour with her face buried between Brittany's legs would get her way farther in life than Pythagoras ever could. But right now, math had it's advantages. She had written Puck's name down with a line under it and then she had put Quinn's name under it, like a fraction. Then, on the other side, she had put her name, and added a line, and then Finn's name under that. These were the four players she needed to work with. Puck and Quinn on the left because they were the betrayers, and herself and Finn on the right as the betrayed.

What's the one thing that I could do that would hurt both Puck and Quinn at the same time?

As she looked down at the name she was drumming her pencil over, the answer hit her like the most brilliant lightbulb moment she'd ever had: Finn.

What hurt more than revenge sex? Santana couldn't think of anything. Not only would it hurt Quinn because she knew that Quinn actually had loved Finn, it would hurt Puck that his best friend had slept with his ex and broken perhaps an even bigger man law than sleeping with a current girlfriend. She got to have sex, which was always lovely, and on top of that, she would have bragging rights for life, saying that she had taken the school quarterback's virginity. Seriously, what better plan was there than this? Even Finn got something out of it. He got to have sex and maybe even show Rachel Berry the error of her ways and make her jealous. Wait...why was she even thinking about what Finn got out of this? Santana Lopez did not care about other people.

But deep down, she cared about Finn Hudson, for a reason she really, really couldn't place.

That was no matter. All she needed to do was get out of this class and go find Finn during lunch time and convince him that this was a good idea. But really, how could he say no? Sex with a hot Cheerio. It was like every guy's dream, and Santana would take care of him, make sure that he had a good time. Lord knows the boy's lack of a sex life had already been terrible enough, she felt that she kind of owed it to him to make his first time kind of good. She wasn't expecting mind-blowing because she didn't expect it to last long, really, but good. After all, he was pretty much a giant and she had noticed those big hands and there was no way that what was down there wouldn't be in proportion. Oh great, and now she was thinking about his hands. When did she become this sexually needy? Luckily, she didn't have the chance to answer that question as the bell pulled her from her thoughts. Santana was out of the room as fast as a lightening bolt and she only had one mission: find Finn Hudson.

Which turned out to be a lot less difficult than she thought. Spotting a Frankenteen in the halls wasn't exactly hard, and he was at his locker, shoving his books in, looking at Quinn and Puck arguing. "Sucks, doesn't it?" Santana mumbled from behind him as she moved to the lock on her locker, not even paying attention to the lock as she stared at them with dagger eyes. Her fingers just knew how to move now to get it to unlock without her even having to think about it. Shoving her notebook in her locker roughly, she turned her attention to Finn, who looked like he was trying to figure out if she was talking to him, and if she was, what she was expecting him to say. "It's kind of pathetic how scared you are of me. I mean, you're like an overgrown boy child and you can't even say anything," she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I...uh," Finn mumbled, still looking like he was going to pass out from nervousness. Really, it was pathetic, she would stand by that til the day that she died, but she knew that being typical Santana was going to get her absolutely nothing. "Look, I'm not going to dunk your head in the toilet or anything," she began, crossing her arms over her chest. "I have a proposition for you."

"I don't know what that means."

Taking a deep calming breath, Santana reminded herself that dealing with Finn's stupidity was absolutely necessary right now, and then she could go back to acting like her usual bitch self to him. In a few days, everything would be back to normal. "It means I found a way to get back at Quinn and Puck but I need your help."

Instantly, Santana saw a change in Finn's demeanour. He stood up straighter and arched an eyebrow at her, resting one hand on the top of his locker. Smiling her best schemer smile at him, Santana's eyes drifted back to Quinn and Puck briefly, before she fixed her attention back on the potato headed boy in front of her. "We're going to have sex."

Santana didn't think it would be possible, but Finn's eyebrow arched even more at her as she said it. "What?" She could tell that he was shocked and that he thought she was joking, but Santana was dead serious. As serious as a heart attack.

"You heard me. We're going to have sex. And it's going to be dirty and hot and we're going to make sure that everyone knows about it. We're going to make Quinn and Puck realize what they lost and we're going to let them know that they can't mess with us and make us both look like idiots."

It took everything in her not to roll her eyes at the strange amount of swallowing and eye widening that was happening. "You in?" Santana questioned, since it was either that or make a comment about how a cabbage patch doll was sexier than him in that moment. It was in her best interest just to go with the question. See, she was a smart cookie. Finn didn't say anything, just gave her a small nod. "Good," she replied, a satisfied smirk on her face as she glanced over at Puck, their glances locking. "Kiss me," she mumbled, her eyes still not leaving Puck.

"What?"

"Kiss me," she repeated, as Puck seemed to catch on that she was talking to Finn and was now curious as to what was happening, even if he was arguing with Quinn. "Puck's watching, so make it count," Santana warned him.

She wasn't quite expecting her attention to be so quickly broken from Puck to Finn as he pulled her lips to his roughly. Actually, it made Santana melt a little after the initial shock wore off. Jesus, he is really making this count. Bringing a hand up to his cheek as she responded to the kiss, Finn's lips seemed to be meshed against hers in rage and lust in equal measures. I probably shouldn't mention Puck then, later. Pulling back, she kept her lips close to his as she shot a quick glance at Puck, who was hanging open-mouthed and totally not paying attention to Quinn anymore. Smirking slightly, she turned her attention back to Finn. "My parents are out tonight, so come by at 7. I'll text you the address," she said, before brushing past him, adding a little more bounce to her step than usual.

As she walked down the hall and triumphantly past a dumb-struck Puck, she felt two sets of eyes on her butt. Puck's obviously, but also Finn's. She knew it was Finn because she looked over her shoulder for the briefest of moments and chuckled to herself as he never even realized she was staring, he was so fixated on her butt, watching the little pleats bob up and down ever so slightly as they swung freely. God bless the perv who invented these skirts.