Santana hated pity, she hated it. And that's all Finn would give her since he hurt her. He had no shame, no guilt nor regret. Just pity. Which why, one day when he was on another Pity Rant, she shut him up using her own lips.

"Santana," he tried to mutter against her lips, thankful that they were at her house, where Rachel couldn't flip out. He pulled away finally.

"That was really hot," Santana smiled.

"Santana how are you feeling?" Finn sighed.

"Like I need a good make-out session, Finnocence. Start moving those lips again, but this time against mine," Santana smirked. Finn pulled away from her.

"Santana, you're hurt," he whined. Santana's eyes narrowed. He was growing impatient and she knew why, he wanted to go see Rachel. Santana felt her temper boil over.

"Finn, I don't want your damn pity!" Santana snapped. Finn blinked, taken aback.

"It's been five fucking years since you talked to me like this, like a friend. Five fucking years! It's been a week since you injured me and it's so obvious that you don't feel guilt. You just pity me. WELL I AM NOT A GIRL TO BE PITIED!" Santana yelled at him. Finn's jaw clenched.

"We all damn well know you don't want friendship Santana," Finn sighed.

"Then what do I want?" she challenged.

"A good roll in the hay," Finn muttered. Santana bit her lip so hard it bled.

"We used to be friends. We used to be best friends. Then Rachel screwed you up, and not in the good way of screwing," Santana murmured. Finn shook his head.

"She's made me better. She knows me," Finn told Santana.

"Really? She knows that you will never believe in a god and therefore never raise your children Jewish, like she wants? She knows that you only like the red M&Ms? She knows that you are really insecure, enough that you once pretended to like Britt to get popular? Does she know that you have a fear of spiders? A deathly allergy to almonds? Does she know that you loved and will always love Beth?" Santana asked him evenly. Finn stammered for a minute.

"Does she know that was your first kiss as well as your first fuck? Does she know that I was the only girl you could slow dance with where you weren't tripping? Does she know that I knew about your dad before Puck or Quinn did?" Santana continued quietly.

"No," Finn said hoarsely.

"Does Rachel know that you got thrown in the dumpster in fifth grade and you were so ashamed you wouldn't leave but I got you out?" Finn's shouting interrupted Santana.

"SHUT UP! I-I belong with Rachel," he huffed and left her house.

Santana felt like she was going to vomit. She didn't recognize this painful feeling inside of her at first. Soon she realized that this was a reaction to having used tactics other than seduction to try and win Finn. She had started to open up to him. Santana took a sip of apple juice and sighed.

The worst problem was that once she started to open her heart to him, Santana knew there was no going back.

And Santana was not used to being open hearted.