The weekend went by far to fast for Santana. Monday morning brought a fresh blanket of snow over Lima, not enough to cancel school or practice which she wished would have happen. Instead she was driving to school in flurries with only knee high socks to keep her legs warm. She parked her car in the special row reserved for Cheerios, grabbing her school bag and gym bag then got out of the car. She saw Finn getting out of a pick-up truck in the drop off lane with Burt in the driver's seat. Seeing Finn again reminded her how angry she still was with him.
Santana walked right past him getting out of the truck, keeping her head held high as she marched to the entrance of the school. "Santana, hey Santana wait up!" She ignored his voice and walked right up the front steps, grabbing the handle to the heavy oak doors. She pulled on them but a hand stopped them from opening. Looking up, she saw Finn towering over her.
"Didn't you hear me?" Finn said.
"Yes. I chose not to listen though." Santana pulled on the door again but he refused to let it open. "Can you stop? I'm going to be late for math."
"You hate math. And anyways, I tried messaging you on Facebook chat but you weren't on this weekend. I wasn't sure if I should text you…"
"I turned off that stupid chat. And you were right in not texting me, now seriously move out of my way before I beat you with my gym bag."
"Geeze, Santana. I'm trying to apologize here!" Finn let go of the door.
"I don't want to listen to anything you have to say, we're done here."
Santana pulled open the door and rushed inside of the building, wanting to get far away from him and the cold. She was still upset about what he had said to her and she didn't care if he knew it, in fact she wanted him to know it. She had done a lot for him and he couldn't appreciate any of it.
The rest of her day was spent ignoring him the few times he would try to talk to her. In Spanish class she told him he had to talk to her in Spanish, otherwise she wouldn't understand him. Finn avoided her for the rest of class considering he could say hello and I am a cat. History they sat no where near one another, so that wasn't a problem. And there was no glee practice today, although they both had football and Cheerios practice. It was to cold outside for the Cheerios to practice outside, so Sue had them in the auditorium for the time being. Another way of avoiding Finn, but being stuck at the bottom of the pyramid was not her idea of a good time.
After practice she took a long, hot shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a McKinley High Cheerio hoodie that all the girls got their first year on the squad. She made sure she had everything in her gym bag then headed out of the locker room and through the weight room, only to stop when she saw Finn.
"Okay, stalker much?" Santana crossed her arms over her chest.
"No… look I need to talk to you and you've been avoiding me all day." Finn said.
"Normal people would take that as a clue that I don't feel like talking."
"I'm trying to apologize, will you just let me?" Finn sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets, continuing when Santana said nothing. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for the things I said on Friday. I was out of line and yeah… I'm sorry."
Santana kept her stance, her glare softening as she heard his apology. She wouldn't swallow her own pride and apologize, but she did appreciate his. "Apology half accepted."
Finn gave her a questioning look. "What does that mean?"
"It means you're taking me out to dinner tonight to make up for being such an ass." She smirked.
"Santana, no that's completely opposite of what I want to do. I'm trying to figure this out with Rachel, I can't go on a date-"
"Stop right there, this isn't a date. This is you buying me dinner because you owe me."
"You know, you were pretty rude to me too." Finn argued.
"I'm always a bitch, what's your excuse?" Santana smirked as he kept his mouth shut, the discussion over. "Meet me at Breadstix, eight o'clock."
Not even bothering to wait for his reply, she left the weight room. Santana was confident he would show up, and she needed to dress to impress. It wasn't a date, but she had never gone out with a boy and not left him wanting more, Finn wouldn't be an exception. A little teasing was the perfect payback for the comments he told her last week. Once she was home she took a long shower, using the vanilla cinnamon body wash she had. She remembered that Finn said he liked the way she always smelled, so she used a little extra. The outfit had to be just right, enough to drive him crazy but still leave him able to converse with her. Santana decided on a pair of skin tight jeans that hugged her in all the right spots with a low cut, long sleeved shirt that showed off her cleavage. Knee high boots and her leather jacket finished off her outfit, and her hair covered her shoulders in loose curls. After checking herself in the mirror, she braved the cold weather outside and borrowed her dad's car to meet Finn.
The screen of her iPhone read 8:10 when he finally walked into the restaurant, scanning the tables until he saw her. She tapped her manicured fingernails against the wooden tabletop as he sat down across from her. "You're late."
Finn shrugged his shoulders as he took his jacket off. "My mom finished late at work and I had to wait for the car." He eyes flickered over her chest which caused her to smile.
"Whatever." Santana turned her attention away from him to look at the waitress who appeared at the table. She took the menu from her and then set it on the table already knowing what she was going to eat. This menu was practically embedded in her mind. "Did you need to look at the menu or can we order?"
Finn just looked at her before nodding his head. "It's fine, just order."
"Lovely. An ice tea to drink and I'll take the chicken alfredo please, with extra shredded parmesan." She handed the menu back to the waitress.
"I'll just have the same, and a coke instead of tea." Finn handed the waitress the menu, his eyes falling on her again.
"What? You keep staring at me."
Finn shook his head. "You look different."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?" Santana glared at him from across the table.
"No, no it's a compliment. I'm not used to seeing you out of uniform."
"It happens. Rarely, but it happens." The waitress came and dropped off their drinks, Santana grabbed her and took a small sip through the straw. An awkward silence fell over the table as Finn started blowing bubbles in his soda. She watched him for a few seconds before laughing.
"What's so funny?" Finn looked up from his coke.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Santana laughed softly, thinking to herself how cute he looked when he did that.
"So, who would have thought we would be here having dinner together huh?" Finn pushed his coke away and sat up straight.
"We are friends Finn, and friends have dinner together all the time." She took another sip of her iced tea before setting it back down on the table.
"We aren't exactly friends though…" Finn shrugged his shoulders, his fingers drumming against the edge of the table as he made eye contact with her.
"Did I miss something? I'm a cheerleader, you're a quarterback… We should be dating, not just friends. But since that idea does nothing for you then I am settling with friendship." Santana rolled her eyes as she leaned back against the seat.
Finn shook his head and mimicked her eye roll. "Seriously? Santana, being part of the same group doesn't make us friends. It makes aware of one another. Friends spend time together and talk and stuff… I barely even know anything about you."
Santana looked down, her eyes focusing on the silverware in front of her. She waited a few seconds before looking up at him again. "Did none of this cross your mind before you decided to sleep with me?"
Finn looked confused as he stuttered to answer her question but was cut off by the arrival of their dinner. She was grateful for the timing because she wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer to the question. That night meant nothing to him, she knew that already. It meant nothing to her either, or so she told herself. Part of her always had the tiniest crush on Finn, but he was dating one of her best friends and she wouldn't cross that line. Puckerman was an exception because Quinn never made it official with him, but she would have stopped if they had. Santana might be a bitch but she wasn't cruel to people that mattered to her.
The food wasn't much of a distraction because Finn decided to press on. "You're the one who asked me, remember? Did you ask yourself any of those questions?"
"No. Because sex is just sex, it doesn't mean anything." Santana twirled some pasta around her fork, refusing to make eye contact with him. "Can we just eat and drop this?"
"You're the one who brought it up…" Finn lowered his eyes and started eating his food, not even bothering to make conversation anymore.
The rest of their meal followed that example. Other then the sound of silverware scrapping the plate or the last sip being sucked through a straw, no other sounds were made. Santana only looked up twice, only to see Finn shoveling pasta into his mouth. The waitress came to take their empty plates and she didn't even bother trying to scam her way into getting more food. They waited in silence for the check, Finn not hesitating to take his mother's credit card out of his wallet. Once they were set to go, she grabbed her jacket and slid out of the both, ignoring Finn's open mouth that was most likely going to ask her another annoying question. She put her jacket on and walked outside with him, taking her car keys out of her bag.
"Thanks for dinner Frankenteen, glad I didn't have to sleep with you to get it this time." Santana smirked and unlocked her car. "See you in school."
"Santana…" She turned around to look at him, the slight hint of sadness in his eyes making her hesitate to get in the car. "I want to know what you meant, when you asked if I used you."
She kept her eyes on him, determined to play off that question. "And when exactly did I say that?"
"Friday, when we got into the argument in the- Wait, you know exactly when you said it! Please, I just want to know what you meant."
Santana was backed into a corner and she knew it. She could get into her car and drive home, ignoring his question for however long he asked them. Or they could sort this out now, deal with whatever inquisitions he had about that night. And maybe she would finally figure some things out too.
"You really want to know what I meant?" Finn nodded his head. "Alright fine, then get in the car."
"Why do I need to get in the car?" He looked at her, confused.
"Because it's freezing and if we are going to do this then I'd rather have some feeling in my limbs."