In homeroom the next morning, Santana stayed silent. She was stuck sitting next to Finn, despite the fact that she begged the teacher to let her switch spots. She twirled her hair around her fingers, staring straight ahead at the blackboard. She felt eyes piercing into the side of her head.

"What do you want!"

Finn didn't flinch at her harsh tone like he normally would. Most people had become accustom to her bitterness. When Santana snapped at you, it seemed completely normal.

"I Uh... Just wanted to say hi."

"Uh huh, sure. Seriously, what the hell do want?

"That kiss yesterday... I liked it."

"Excuse me?"

"I liked kissing you Santana.."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it. And don't even think about telling anyone."

"Um yeah sure."

Santana let her eyes lock with his for a brief moment before flicking her glance back to the backboard. She wasn't sure what to do. Maybe Tina did have a point; maybe she should give him a chance, even if it's just as friends.

Frankenteen: Look out your window.

Satan: Why would I do that? :/

Frankenteen: Just do it. Please?

Texts from Finn flashed across the Latina's IPhone that night. She did as he said and walked to the front window. She saw him standing there next to his truck, parked in front of the house. She walked outside with a pissed off, yet totally amused look on her face.

"Any reason you decided to come by at 9:43? Seriously what even..."

"I wanted to see you."

Finn approached the girl, caressing her cheek with his thumb. He looked at her, in her pajamas, looking sexy as ever. Finn had a thing for Santana, he always had. The problem was, Finn didnt know whether or not being open about that would come bite him in the ass. Finn took her hand and smiled, pulling her into her house.

Santana was rather confused. She didn't grasp that Finn had the hots for her. She went with it and went inside with him. She jerked her hand away from him and crossed her arms over her large chest. Part or her wanted to tell him to go away, but something inside of her, deep down, refused to let those words out of her mouth.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah... Is that.. Bad?"

"Kind of, actually. Look, Finn. I dont know what the hell is up with you these past few days, but let's just get real here for a second. I am what they like to call sexy, sneaky, and popular. You, you're... Naive, goofy, and the football jock. You and me, we don't go together. I'm a bitch, and let's face it, you wont ever be able to handle me."

Finn frowned. Had he really been rejected before asking her out. He shoved his hands into his pockets, giving Santana a sad look. He kissed her softly, smiling as he walked out.

"Bye."

As soon as Finn had pulled away from her house, Santana let out a scream she had been holding in the entire time. She couldn't deal with it! Finn was just making her more confused then ever. She didnt know what to do. She knew for a fact that she was falling for him. She couldn't deny that. But that's where it got hard. Wasn't she a lesbian? Wasn't she supposed to fall in love with a woman, preferrably Brittany, and go off, get married and be happy? What was she going to do? Just ignore both Finn and Britt for the rest of her life?

She trudged down the basement stairs to her basement, flopping face first down on the bed. Being a teenage girl who's conflicted with her sexuality was hard. The Latina wiished she had this easier. But shs didn't so she would have to deal, which may be hard.