A/N: Hahaha, Short Valentines chapter, like really short. But hey, I wanted to sneak some of my Finntana, and Samtana (Which is slowly becoming a favorite of mine) This has almost no relevance to the plot and is literally here to celebrate. This is a day later, I guess. Because this is what happened in between the next two chapters. ARTIE IS NEXT.

Santana stretched, covers just barely covering her barely covered body, her hands curled around the sheets and she turned, breathing in the warm scent of the guy next to her. Finn…

She remembered last night. The way he was reluctant to dance with her at first. Despite his clumsy oafish shape he eased up after a while and actually followed the movements of her body. She remembered the way she offered him drink after drink, the way he seemed to loosen up and barely remember the way he was supposed to act. And the way he was, actually seemed cute… Like a playful puppy, who was sweet and mumbled out drunken complements that were actually sweeter than some of the ones she got sober. Then the kiss.

She had to admit, it was warm and sweet, but it quickly got hot, despite the raw alcohol in his system he actually seemed as if he knew what he was doing. She had been impressed… only one other guy had ever made her feel even remotely close to that and the thought shook her down to her very core. She wasn't some moonstruck doll like Quinn though. She was in control of her emotions. A little fun didn't mean she had to give up everything.

"Mmm…" She murmured, burying her head into his neck, the skin warm and the breath even, her hair fell around her shoulders and puffed up against his bare chest. However they didn't have sex, they simply went to sleep. Too drunken and exhausted to think about it, well he was. That kiss sobered her up quite a bit. He shifted and she smiled, her eyes still closed, looks like he was getting up.

"Huh… Where am I?" He muttered, patting his hands along the sheets of her queen sized bed. She sat up, her hands lightly brushing his arms.

"We're in my house, we were exhausted so I invited you over." She said simply and he shifted, his head pounding too much to respond, he just laid his head back again. She smiled a little, then shook her head a little and stood.

"I'm going to get dressed." She said, but she wasn't sure he heard, his eyes were shut and his cheek was pressed in the pillow. She shrugged. Let him get over his hangover, she had work to do… well work isn't really the right word for it. She was going to going to the new picture. With Sam. As her bodyguard…

-Twenty minutes later-

She grinned, putting one last curl in her dark hair. With a bright blue dress just meeting her ankles, a subtle dash of makeup with only bright red lipstick standing out on her smiling face. Something about going out with Sam made her feel happy. He was the only guy she knew who honestly made her feel like a friend. Santana valued Quinn and Brittany as friends, but Sam was something else. Grabbing her purse and leaving a sleeping Finn with only a soft kiss on the cheek before leaving outside the door and walking downstairs, the click of her heels the only sound in the hallway.

-TiMeSkIp-

Santana arrived at the theater at noon, promptly, looking around both sides of the crowd of people, not spotting Sam. She frowned then found a bright spot of hair, around the corner of the theater, slumped over and his knees burying his face. Concern washed over her. It was weird and awkward, but it was Sam. At first she didn't like him all that much, but like with her closest circle of allies, she couldn't imagine a life without him. She crept toward him and sat down before he could notice her.

"Sam? Why you so down?" She asked, lightly tapping his shoulder and inwardly grimacing when he turned around, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks a little puffed, the clear sign of crying. A pang shot through her heart.

"Q-Quinn… I think she's cheating on me…" He stammered unable to meet her eyes. Santana gasped softly. She patted his shoulder; she was simply unable to believe it. Quinn made that mistake once and look where that had gotten her…

"I don't believe it! Quinn loves you!" She said, too shocked to ask why he would think that. He looked at her.

"Puckerman was always over at our home, at first I didn't believe it, but I walked in yesterday evening and he was there, holding Beth and Quinn was tucked under him arm, they looked like a family Santana! Then I couldn't see but their faces were kissing distance!" He sighed softly "I left before I saw anything else. I stayed with Kurt in the apartment he shares with that drug dealer from the Dalton Avenue."

To avoid her shock, she simply shrugged.

"I hear some things go on between Kurt and that Blaine character, true or not?"

He chuckled a little, easing some of the tension from his shoulders.

"I couldn't tell, but it seemed like it. Blaine is Kurt's perfect gentleman companion…"

Santana let him rest her head on his shoulder, Things quieted a little bit, just enough for them to collect their thoughts. She barely noticed the sky darkening to late afternoon and the shadows getting slightly longer. She finally looked over at Sam and smiled, lifting his chin up and looking as sure as she felt.

"Quinn loves you. Why wouldn't she, your hotter than Puckerman could ever hope to be, you are the sweetest man I've ever met and if you weren't married to a friend I would invite you to my suite and we would never leave." She laughed a little as she saw him perk up, then he muttered, smiling a little.

"Haven't we done that before?" He turned to face her.

She was reminded of a time before Quinn and Sam fell in love, when he had loved her and she adored him more than any boy she had before. However, it wasn't meant to be. She would love him and feel something always… but she valued Quinn and Sam too much to let personal feeling pollute her. Besides, Sam was good gangster material, but he wasn't going to be a good King to her Queen.

Her thoughts flashed for a moment to Finn, and she imagined him loving her, kissing her and touching her softly, like last night. His hands gently tracing her curves and her head burrowing in his neck. That wouldn't work. If he was too close, he could turn her in. No. Neither Sam nor Finn could rule her life. It was too risky.

She smiled and nodded.

"Remember what you said to me? Back when you were about to marry Quinn. You told me that you loved her enough to do anything for her, to trust and value her. You would do that and so would she. You take care of her and her kid. You even gave her a new one to dote on. Puckerman is a father, but you're a dad. You're the one Bethie goes to every day. As for Puckerman, I'll break his nose and tell him to have boundaries." She finished, and then felt the need to add, "But if you ever tell anyone I was mollycoddling you like this I'll break your nose."

"I love you." He responded smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, making her smile. This was comfortable.

She lightly pecked his nose, then his lips. It was so sweet, but did she feel any spark, no. It was a deeper love, not between lovers, but between friends. Just like with Brittany.

She looked up and saw it was sunset. The movie was not playing anymore.

"Okay pansy, you're taking me to dinner to make up for the fact that your boohooing made me miss the picture."

"Mmkay Santana. Dinner and a drink then?"

"Yep. And you're paying."

"Fine."

They smiled at each other again then stood, dusted themselves off and walked over to the restaurant down the road, his arm slung around her shoulder and her hand brushing his.

(A/N: I feel like in this Santana will be kind of like nicer to Sam when they date. And I would have had it romantic, but this is a Finntana story. Okay, back to the Finntana part of this.)

She walked into her place, turning on the lamp and gaped lamely, she came home from a great dinner to see that most of the clothes from the night at the club were pushed under the bed and the furniture moved during their drunken stupor was stacked awkwardly against the wall. Finn was curled up in her bed, probably sleeping off the last of his hangover.

"Finn! FINN!" She shook him awake, trying not to smirk/smile at the bleary eyed, dazed look on his cute face and instead remembered her living quarters were in shambles.

"I-I tried to clean up…" He stammered through a sleepy daze and Santana grumbled, getting things back in order.

"Next time, call the maid. And please, just sleep off the pain instead of trying to function on it. It would save me a lot of trouble later on." She said, losing the edge of her anger. He was trying to help… poorly, but he was trying to help.

"…Kay." He said and sleepily grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the bed.

"What are you doing?" She deadpanned, yanking her hand away.

"Like I need to be woken up by you when you get everything off, it would save me the trouble if you just climb into bed now."

"Ugh, what happened to coming back in the morning?" She asked, slipping off her shoes and dress, sliding in with only her undergarments covering her.

"I'm too tireddddd!" He whined softly in her ear and turned off the only source of light, falling asleep instantly.

Santana shrugged. She was pretty exhausted too. Then she smirked and slipped in under his arm, curling his legs in his and burying her head in his chest. At the very least she could get a comfortable sleep AND scare the sleep out of him when he sees how they fell together. She closed her eyes, falling asleep a few moments after him, ignoring how natural and right this felt. Like she said, it was too risky.

A/N: CRAP CHAPTER IS CRAP. But hey, some little non-related Finntana fluff, with my new OTP and some Quick/Fabrevans. So okay, I'll deal. This chapter is kind of ooc, during the Samtana part but we've never seen them really interact so DON'T JUDGE.

Next is ARTIE. Promise. Then…

A: Rachel/Puck

B: FINNTANA

C: Some long awaited violence.