What the hell was I thinking? Santana thought incredulously. She told Ms. Holliday that she was Finn's girlfriend! Finn would panic and stop talking to her. God, why couldn't she have just said, "I'm Rachel Berry and I'm loud, bossy and annoying?". No, instead she had to say that she was the girlfriend. Yes, it was technically Puck she was saying that to, which would also cause her hell with Hudson, and yeas she had said 'loud' but still she had said she was Finn Hudson's girlfriend. Santana shook her head. Not to mention he kept staring at her during 'Forget you' and she loved the way he looked at her.

She saw Finn then. He looked like he was about to vomit, and he looked sick as hell. She walked over to him.

"Sick?" she asked. He looked down at her in surprise.

"Feels that way," he murmured, his voice hoarse but still sweet in Santana's mind.

"You should go home," Santana shrugged. Finn looked up at her, his eyes glazing over.

"Will you drive me?" he muttered. She nodded. She walked to his car and drove him home. She watched him stare at her before he rested his hand on the door handle. He seemed pleading and expectant. Santana broke the silence by clearing her throat.

"Do...you want me to come in?" she asked hesitantly. She was hesitant because Finn might flip out because she suggested that and she was also hesitant because she was not the take-care-of-you kind of girl.

"Please," he croaked and he sounded so sick that Santana complied. She watched him practically collapse on his bed, coughing and screwing his eyes shut. She walked over to the linen closet. She found a washcloth and ran it under warm water. She laid it gently on his forehead, like her brother Tom used to do to her. Finn fell asleep in minutes. Santana felt like she should leave, but she didn't. She went downstairs and started heating a bowl of soup for him. God, the things she'd do for this boy.

Finn woke up with a tray on his bed with soup, and Santana glancing at him from a chair. He sat up and started eating.

"Thank you," he mumbled. Santana bit her lip and decided to ask the one question that kept gnawing at her.

"Why am I here? Why not have Rachel come over?" Santana asked Finn softly. Finn looked up at her slowly.

"Rachel isn't good at caring for people. She...get's wound up in herself," Finn said carefully.

"And you thought the Ice Queen, the Head Bitch would be better?" Santana scoffed.

"Yes, because you aren't an Ice Queen or Head Bitch around me," Finn pointed out. Santana looked away, Finn only wanted to be friends. Santana wanted so much more.

"Why do you spare me from the whole 'Ice Queen' act?" Finn wondered. Santana's gaze snapped up to him, her mouth set in a firm frown.

"Are you really that stupid?" she snapped. Finn looked back at her placidly.

"Santana," Finn started. He was interrupted by a closing door and the Rachel's voice calling his name. Santana ran into the bathroom, closing the door. She heard Rachel walk up the stairs.

"Finn?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah?" Finn called to her. Santana heard Rachel hurry into Finn's room.

"I've been trying to call you for two hours, where have you been?" Rachel demanded. Santana's jaw clenched.

"Rache, I'm sick," Finn coughed, his voice straining.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could've been taking care of you long before this," Rachel sighed.

"I just wanted to be alone. I'm kind of tired, do you mind if I ask you to leave?" Finn asked softly.

"I...guess I understand. Have a good nap," Rachel said and then Santana waited to hear the door close. Then she walked back into Finn's room.

"I guess I'm not second best to Berry for once," Santana's throat was dry. Finn looked up at her.

"Santana I'm sorry about that night at your house," Finn apologized.

"The night when you," Santana caught herself before she said 'broke my heart', "Offended me?" She changed her words. Finn flinched and then nodded.

Santana would never admit that he broke her heart. Oh, the hell it was to be lovesick.