Mr. Schue pulled his lips off of Santana's. This had been going on for nearly a week and now his conscience was finally working. He sighed with relief.
"You should go," Mr. Schue croaked. Santana frowned.
"What's up?" Santana asked impatiently, her brow furrowing.
"This is wrong, Santana!" Mr. Schue snapped.
"It didn't seem to bother you before," Santana hissed.
"Santana, I get tempted by you, but I don't love you," Mr. Schue sighed. Santana felt part of her heart rip.
"So?" she asked.
"I'm in love with someone else," Mr. Schue stressed, feeling guilty when he thought about Emma, who would be coming back from Toronto tomorrow.
"You're like every other high school idiot," Santana snapped.
"But I am. I love Emma…Ms. Pillsbury," Mr. Schue explained. Santana dragged her fingernails across his face, making him look like he had been attacked by Wolverine.
"Fuck you," Santana whispered and kissed him. It wasn't a sweet kiss. It was angry and she put a sense of urgency in it. He kissed her mournfully but her anger washed out any other emotion that the kiss could bring. Mr. Schue pulled away.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Your hands are still on my hips," she pointed out. His hands were practically glued there and he had to use all of his willpower to pull them away.
"Your moral timing sucks, you know that?" she murmured.
"It doesn't matter, this is good for both of us," Mr. Schue said as he closed the door behind her.
Santana walked past Ms. P's office. She could hear her and Mr. Schue talking.
"What happened to your face, Will?" Emma asked. Santana smirked, imagining the cut that her nails had left on his face.
"Oh I got attacked by a wild feline," Mr. Schue said. Santana laughed silently and kept walking. She saw Quinn and Finn in a kiss and Santana felt happy for Quinn.
"Hey, Q! Happy Birthday," Santana said and winked, Quinn blushed; she knew that Santana was referring to Finn as a birthday present.
"Oh, er, thanks," Quinn stammered. Santana laughed and let Finn and Quinn get back to their…work.
Santana knew what to do then. She was going to make Mr. Schue regret refusing her. She was going to drive him crazy, from the inside out. She knew that he wanted her, and not just physically.
They had something real, no matter how wrong it might seem