Santana looked at Finn, he was staring at her with shame. She was cheering on the sidelines of a football game and her skirt was just all over the place. She walked back with him to the parking lot.
"So, are you feeling okay?" He asked, looking at her head. Santana pursed her lips, not sure if she wanted to talk to him or not.
"Can you give me a ride home?" she asked him, ignoring his first question. He looked at her hesitantly. She fluttered her eyes a little.
"Sure," he sighed helplessly. He hated how she had him wrapped around her finger. She hopped into his car. They drove in silence. When he pulled in front of her house she eyed him carefully.
"Want to come in? I have candy and my parents aren't due home for four hours," she offered him flirtily. Finn shook his head.
"No, I don't want to have sex," he said. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Fine whatever, we can hang out," she sighed and go out of the car, walking up to the door. She cast one lingering glance at him and his body moved without his consent. Soon they were on her bed, sitting and attacking her stash of candy. Finn was on his third kit kat when he noticed how close their faces were. Santana was holding a twizzler in her hand. She bit into it slowly, unsure of Finn's sudden agitation. She unconsciously lowered her hand. Finn unintentionally bit down on the other end of the twizzler. Santana dropped the twizzler from her mouth and planted her lips on his. Finn let the twizzler fall to the bed. He moved his lips against hers, the smell of chocolate and sugar intoxicating him. He pulled her closer, she smiled against his lips. She ran her hands through her hair. She broke apart from his lips for one minute.
"Rachel doesn't belong with you. Be Mine," she whispered, her lips tickling his ear before she started to kiss him again. Finn fastened his hands to her hips. When their sugar high dissolved minutes later, he was holding her, their heads resting against a pillow. He had his arms around her waist and her head was nuzzled into his neck.
"Finn," she whispered. He looked at her, remember what she had told him moments ago.
"Santana...I do like you. And I mean in more than a friendly way...but I like Rachel more," Finn said. Santana stiffened and pulled away from him. her closed her eyes, refusing to cry. She took a shaky breath and dug her nails into Finn's arm.
"What?" Finn asked, scrambling to remove her 'claws' from his arms.
"You come into my home, make out with me for like fifteen minutes and then tell me you like me and then tell me I'm not good enough for you. You're an ass," Santana sneered, not letting him now how much he had hurt her.
"I was just being honest!" Finn snapped. Santana scowled.
"No, you were trying to let me down gently. I don't need that Finn, I don't appreciate gentleness! What I need is for you to make up your fricking mind!" Santana yelled. Finn frowned.
"It's hard to make up my mind when you throw yourself at me every five minutes!" Finn pointed out.
"Maybe if you could resist temptation better, you wouldn't have the urge to be such a fucking baby!" Santana screamed.
"Maybe if you weren't such a flirt then I could resist your temptation!" Finn replied. Santana narrowed her eyes.
"Get out of my house," she hissed. Finn grabbed his coat and walked out. And it sucked, how much each step hurt Santana. She knew that he'd always be able to walk away, and she would never be able to walk away from him.
And with that Santana lost all traces of her sugar rush.