Santana wrapped her arms around Sam. He was shorter than Finn and suddenly her body wasn't accustomed to his height. She was becoming so used to Finn. After all, the only reason she could survive her dreary relationship was because of Finn.
"So did you have fun on our date?" Sam asked as they walked to his car. Santana rolled her eyes. No, she had been bored off her ass.
"It was fine. Next time though, let's not go to Dairy Queen after a romantic movie. It's super tacky," Santana said before walking away to her own car. Sam sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. Santana drove to Finn's house. Shit, Quinn's car was still there. Santana snuck in Finn's backdoor and saw them on the couch, cuddling. Santana watched them from behind.
"Quinn, you seem sad," Finn murmured. Duh, she's in love with Sam and dating you, Santana rolled her eyes. Quinn buried her face in Finn's shoulder.
"I know. I'm sorry, Finn, I really am. I'm just feeling weak right now. Just...hold me, please?" Quinn whispered. Finn wrapped his arms around her delicate frame and held her close.
"I love you Finn," Quinn sighed. Santana bit her lip and shook her head. That was a lie. A pure, downright lie. Finn kissed her forehead.
"Yeah, I love you too," he told her, looking in her eyes. Santana walked away. She walked downstairs into the basement to wait for the bitch to leave. Santana was livid. Her legs shaking, Santana walked over to a picture of Quinn and Finn hugging. Her hand acted on it's own, slamming the picture off of the dresser and onto the floor. Santana dug her heel into the back of the picture frame, the crunching of the glass was like music to her ears. Santana ripped the WHMS football and Cheerios poster off of the wall, leaving the shreds on the floor, Quinn and Finn's smiles finally separated.
"FUCK THIS," Santana yelled. Why was she getting so worked up over this? Because I don't want to lose my distraction, Santana told herself. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. She heard Quinn's car leaving and Santana walked upstairs. Finn was sitting on the couch, his hands running over his face as he cursed under his breath. Santana leaned on the doorway.
"Hey stranger," she smirked. Finn turned around and smiled at her.
"Thank god you're here. I don't think I could stand another moment of Quinn," Finn sighed, walking over to Santana. She raised her eyebrows.
"Are you sure about that?" Santana challenged without thinking. Finn stared at her in puzzlement. Santana held back any feelings other than want as she brought her mouth to Finn's. The emptiness inside finally left her as Finn pressed his hands to her back.
"Sam totally thinks I'm a carbon copy of Quinn except that I'll have sex. It means my relationship is awfully boring," Santana whined when she had pulled her lips away. Finn moved one hand to the small of her back.
"You are definitely not Quinn," he assured her. Santana frowned.
"Yeah, I know," Santana muttered. She'd spent the last twelve years listening to people tell her that. But whatever, she wasn't here to relive some of her childhood issues. She was here to get what she wanted from Finn.
Santana stayed in bed with Finn afterward. They were sprawled on his bed and she rested her head on his stomach, his arm thrown over her shoulders thoughtlessly. He was warm and his smell made her feel...oh why not admit it? It made her feel safe and happy. His shirt was soft and Santana was actually enjoying this whole 'not leaving right after' thing.
"If Quinn and Sam saw us now," Finn trailed off, chuckling to himself. Santana smirked, god he was less naive now that he was sleeping with her behind Quinn's back. Santana looked up at his ceiling.
"If they saw us now they'd flip a lid. Quinn would fly into both crazy bitch mode, and heartbroken, weak Quinn mode. Sam would sulk, yell and comfort Quinn," Santana said, savoring the very thought. Finn ran a hand across Santana's bare shoulder. She fiddled with the hem of her red tank top.
"Yeah, but they'd be nothing compared to if Rachel walked in here right now," Finn reminded her. Santana made a small groan of annoyance. The midget was still hopelessly, creepily and annoyingly obsessed with Finn.
"She needs to get a life that doesn't involve trying to win you back," Santana snorted. Finn sat up, making Santana shift so she was lounging on the foot of his bed. She propped up her elbow and placed her head in her hand.
"Jealous?" Finn asked, lowering his head a little. Santana rolled her eyes and smirked impishly.
"You wish," She taunted him. Finn grinned and kissed her heatedly. Santana pulled away after a minute and grabbed her sweater.
"Well, as usual, this was fun. But I should go," Santana said airily. Finn nodded and stood up. He shoved his hands in his pockets and once again resumed his role as the tall, awkward, and naive teen boy.
"Um, yeah. I'll walk you to the door," Finn said sheepishly.
The walk to the door was silent. But after opening it, Santana turned around. Finn looked at her and smiled boyishly.
"Later, Hudson," Santana muttered. Finn cleared his throat and she paused before leaving.
"By the way, San. I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else but you," Finn blurted as he scratched the back of his neck. Santana smirked and rolled her eyes, putting on her mask.
"Finn, we're cheating in our relationships. No matter how you put it, there's no romantic spin. Though I am flattered," She didn't spit the words out but they were harsh just the same. Finn nodded, he was always obedient.
In her car, Santana bit her lip furiously. His words stayed with her...and she hated it.