A/N: I was on vacation, so this is just getting posted, so sorry. Thanks for your patience!
There was knocking. Wait, knocking? Shit. Santana sat bolt upright, running to her jeans and hissing at Finn to hide in her closet. She ran downstairs, her heart pounding at mile a minute. Santana yanked open the door. Sam stood there, grinning at her like an idiot. Please tell me he is with Quinn again, Santana mentally pleaded.
"Hey, babe," Sam smiled and walked into the house, kissing Santana's cheek. Santana forced herself not to cringe from his kiss. She was angry at him at the moment. She really hated to be interrupted. Hated it. Santana smiled anyway.
"What are you doing here, Sam? It's ten and I'm burned. I want to go sleep, you woke me up," Santana sighed. Sam shuffled his feet.
"I just...miss you," Sam muttered. Santana walked over to him and kissed him, his lips out of proportion to the lips she was so used to.
"I thought...you missed Quinn," Santana whispered softly, albeit accusingly, when she pulled away momentarily. Sam's body went tense, he froze. Santana smirked against his lips, mission accomplished. Sam pulled away.
"I'm dating you," he said firmly. God he sounded so much like Finn in that moment. Santana shrugged and pulled her hair into a sloppy yet beautiful ponytail.
"You could be dating Quinn," Santana mumbled almost innocently. Sam frowned and nodded absently.
"I guess. But I want to date you," he sounded unsure and confused. Santana lifted his chin. She needed him to get out.
"Sammy, it sounds like you have a lot to think over. Why don't you go home. I'll see you at school tomorrow," Santana coaxed. She kissed him for good measure. Sam nodded and as soon as he slipped out of the door Santana locked it and ran upstairs. She fumbled with the closet door. Finn walked out and kissed Santana greedily.
"Who was at the door? What took you so long?" Finn asked in between kisses. Santana pulled away for a minute.
" Well, aren't you anxious to cheat on your pretty, little, blond princess. It's was Sam, of course," Santana rolled her eyes. Finn frowned.
"What did he want?" Finn asked suddenly sounding almost angry. Santana smirked.
"What do you think he wanted? He wanted what I give to you," Santana purred, getting a thrill out of Finn's obvious anger.
"But I'm not anything special to you?" Finn repeated. Santana started to plant kisses on Finn's jawline.
"Just like I'm not anything special to you," Santana reminded him, successfully keeping a bitter tone at bay. Finn nodded and pulled her lips up to his.
When they had finished what Sam had interrupted, Santana and Finn stood up and found their discarded garments. Finn helped Santana slip on her shirt and Santana zipped and buttoned Finn's jeans as she kissed him lingeringly.
"You're getting better than Puck," Santana murmured against his lips. Finn smiled. Santana froze, she sounded...oh dear god she sounded adoring. But she didn't stop kissing him...in fact she rested her arms on his bare shoulders. Finally, Finn pulled away.
"You should go," Santana said. She was always the one to kick him out or leave. Finn always waited for her signal. Finn kissed her again quickly and wrapped his arms around her. Then he left.
He would always have to leave.
The next day, Quinn was talking about how 'loving' and 'unwavering in loyalty' Finn was. Santana wanted to laugh. Anger and fury started to build up in Santana. So when the entire school was empty, except for Finn, she pushed him against the lockers and kissed him.
"I hate that bitch you call your girlfriend," Santana told him. Finn tangled his hands in her hair.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Finn mumbled against her lips. Santana smirked, her brown eyes flashing evilly. She pulled her lips away.
"Do you want me Finn?" Santana purred. Finn's eyes would've widened a month ago. Not anymore.
"Yes"
"Fabray got a ride home from Mercedes. Her car's in the lot. I have spare keys to her car from last year," Santana whispered in his ear. Finn nodded.
"So?" Finn asked. Santana's evil smirk twisted even further. She led him out to the car and decided to spite Quinn in pure secrecy.
Yeah, Santana was acting bitchy but Quinn deserved it. Didn't she?
The more Santana thought about it, the only thing Quinn had done wrong was date Finn. And if Santana was pissed about that, it meant that she was jealous. No, no that couldn't be it. Santana didn't do jealousy or love or any of that shit.
Afterwards, Santana drove home in her own car feeling triumphant, of course. But she also felt a little scared. Was she jealous that Quinn was dating Finn?
Finn called Santana later that night. It was ludicrous because he just wanted to talk, who wants to talk to Santana Lopez. Especially a guy who's already getting in her pants.
What was even stranger was that Santana actually enjoyed talking to him. Normally she had a strictly 'no talking' rule with her and her Fuck Buddies. But Finn was breaking all of the rules.
That lucky, lovable bastard.
Santana knew that she should be angry with Finn and herself but she knew that she could always get out of this easily if need be. Finn hung up soon and Santana crawled into bed, feeling oddly euphoric.