Santana adored Halloween. She loved scaring people; she loved dressing up in scary yet hot outfits. She loved getting free candy. She did not love that she had to go to the glee Halloween party instead of her normal one. Brittany was making her go and Santana did not want to spend Halloween night with the crying blond so she had agreed to go.
"Oooh, you look so hot!" Brittany cheered. Brittany was dressed as a cheerio, big surprise. Santana was, for the first time surprisingly, dressed as a devil. She had devil horns, a tail, wings, red boots, red fishnets and the main part of the outfit was a strapless dress.
"That's kind of what I'm going for," Santana rolled her eyes. She came out of the bathroom and walked downstairs, feeling the glee boys' eyes trained on her. She laughed to herself when she saw Rachel's costume. Rachel was dressed as Barbara Streisand from Funny Girl in the swan ballet. Rachel looked hideous, to say the least. Santana smirked, Finn was staring at her. Not that she blamed him, what boy wouldn't want to stare at Santana if they had Rachel Berry in a swan suit?
"Finnocence," Santana greeted him when Rachel had walked away.
"Go away," Finn whined when he saw her hone in on him. She pouted.
"You are a horrible team captain, you should never turn away a member of the club," Santana told him. Finn smiled in spite of himself.
"See, just like pre-school," she purred.
"Except you are a sexpert now," Finn rolled his eyed.
"Funny, did you come up with that on your own?" she asked, her hand snaking up his chest.
"Santana, Rachel's gonna be back any minute. And I do not want her mad at me," Finn pleaded. Santana looked around. Mike and Tina were flirting in the kitchen. Artie was tuned out to his music. Brittany was asleep on the couch. Quinn and Sam were talking to each other lovingly on the porch and Mercedes and Kurt were on the stairs talking fashion. Puck was nowhere to be seen.
"We are completely alone," Santana countered.
"Who cares? I love Rachel and you can't jeopardize that," Finn hissed.
"Finn, look at me," Santana demanded. He did and she could feel his attraction to her radiating.
"See, it's not so difficult," she whispered. Finn shook his head, breaking her spell.
"NO!" He said a little to loudly. No one noticed. Santana rolled her eyes angrily and put her hands gingerly on his neck and face, crashing his lips onto hers. He didn't even hesitate to respond. He moved his lips against hers, pulled her body closer. He wound his fingers in her dark hair. She tasted sweet but bitter at the same time. He heard light footsteps that pulled him form his trance. He pushed Santana off if him with too much force, sending her back into the wall.
"Finn, you okay?" Rachel's annoying voice asked.
"I'm fine, Rache," Finn smiled and kissed her. Santana sunk to the floor, clutching her head in pain. She fought away the tears threatening to break her walls down. Rachel walked away for a minute.
"You are a stupid leader," Santana grumbled, feeling dizzy and struggling for words.
"You wouldn't know, you are at the bottom of the pyramid," Finn reminded her. Santana stared at him, mouth open slightly. That one hurt. That one hurt bad. Santana looked up at him.
"Everyone told me you were a gentlemen, a nice guy. I thought you were a nice guy," Santana murmured and stood up. The pain hit her and she collapsed.
"SANTANA!" Finn's voice was genuinely worried. He ran over to her, his arms around her.
"Oh, god, you're bleeding!" Finn exclaimed. Santana smiled up at him, unaware of her surroundings.
"See you do care about me," She slurred before everything went black.