A/N: Now that we finally know Brittany's last name, I'll start using it in the story. Just disregard all prior mistakes.

The next evening, Santana was in her room, packing her bags to move in with Brittany's family when Bob and Lisa walked in.

"We're leaving in a few hours. Everything better be packed."

"Thanks, but you won't have to worry about me anymore. I'm moving in with Brittany and her family," Santana said smugly.

"That dumb blonde friend of yours?" Santana steamed up at that.

"Don't call her dumb! I'm not going to tell you again!" She placed her hands on her hips.

"Don't threaten us. You're not moving in with her. You're going to Cincinnati with us and that's final," Lisa said.

"That's so unfair! You're not my parents you can't tell me what to do!" Just as their argument got heated, Hayley spoke up.

"Hey! Now I've always just sat around and saw the way you treated Santana. I never said anything because I didn't think it mattered, but enough is enough!" She walked down the stairs. "Santana's a good kid with a good head on her shoulders. But for some reason, you guys like to see the absolute worst in her and point out her flaws. Let her move in with Brittany. She'll be happier, you'll be happier and it will be for the best." Santana and Hayley exchanged a smile.

"Just make sure you're all moved out before the end of the day," replied Bob as both him and Lisa walked upstairs.

"Thank you," mouthed Santana. Hayley just nodded and followed her parents up.

"Santana, I have a mission for you to complete." Coach Sylvester called Santana into her office that next day after school. She thought it was kind of weird that she didn't call in any other cheerios except for her.

"What is it?"

"I need you to find a way to bring down Rachel Berry." Santana sat upright at Sue's request.

"And how am I supposed to do that?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"That's easy. Rachel Berry is the type of girl that wants things too badly. And what she wants is a certain Finn Hudson." Sue explained slowly as it started sinking in to Santana.

"How the hell am I supposed to make Finn forget about Rachel?" Santana sat forward in her seat.

"Sleep with him, get a boob job, I don't know but I'm sure you can figure it out if you want to be head cheerio." Being head cheerio meant everything to Santana. She'd do pretty much anything if it meant being top dog. But sleeping with Finn? She wouldn't feel right about that. Wouldn't that be cheating on Brittany? Sure they didn't make anything exclusive yet, but it still didn't feel right. She nodded her head at Coach Sylvester and walked out of her office. She headed straight for Finn's locker.

"Hey Finnocence." She put on her best fake smile. "So look, I was thinking we should go out sometime."

"Are you actually going to talk to me? I can't remember you ever saying two words to me." She slammed his locker door shut. She was trying to get this plan set in motion and he didn't seem interested. Santana knew she had to do /something/ to gain his interest.

"I don't really talk, during." She thought by saying that, he'd finally understand what she was getting at. But he didn't. He just had that confused look that was always on his face. She rolled her eyes and took a step towards him. "Look Finn, it's high time you lost the big v. Everything about you screams virgin. You're about as sexy as a Cabbage Patch kid. It is exhausting to look at you." Finn stepped back as she started walking towards him. "So come on, let's do the deed. It would look great for my image and Sue would promote me to head cheerleader. It's win-win."

"What's in it for me?" He arched his brows in confusion.

"I don't know you get to have sex and make Rachel jealous. Look, I meant for me. Win-win for me." She stalked away back over to her locker.

"What were you talking to Finn about?" Brittany walked up to Santana and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Nothing, God Brittany, why do you need to know?" She snapped.

"I-I just asked… sorry." Brittany turned on her heel and walked away. Santana felt awful. She didn't mean to hurt Brittany's feelings but this whole "take Finn's virginity plan" was sending her over the edge.

Right after school, Finn caught up with her in the parking lot.

"Uh hey Santana," he called after her. She turned around and put her hands on her hips.

"Sup Hudson?"

"So I thought about your offer and… I'm in." Santana smirked. But in her head she was sort of hoping he'd back out.

"Days Inn Hotel, 8 o'clock; don't be late." She said before walking away.

"What were you doing talking to Finn?" Quinn watched the whole conversation go down.

"Why does everyone care if I'm talking to Finn? You're not dating him anymore, so why do you care?" She rolled her eyes at Quinn.

"Because you've never said more than two words to him and if I know you, you have an agenda. I just don't want to see him get hurt again," Quinn stated.

"And why would /I/ hurt him? It's not like he even likes me. He likes Rachel, remember? Always has, even when you two were together." Santana was dealing low blows. She wanted to hurt Quinn. She wasn't even sure why she was doing it. She was pissed about everything and took it out on her.

"You're such a bitch," Quinn said before walking away.

"A bigger bitch than you think," Santana mumbled under her breath before leaving the parking lot.

Santana sat in the hotel room for two hours. Finn should be coming any second now. He better not have backed out. I'm /not/ the type of girl that gets stood up. In a way she was hoping he'd stand her up, so she wouldn't have to regret doing this. But sure enough, a few minutes later she heard a knock and there he was. He walked in, both of them standing there awkwardly, not really sure what to say. They'd never had a conversation that lasted longer than 5 seconds and now they were supposed to be intimate? This was not going to be easy.

"I'll just... I'm gonna go" they both said at the same time.

"Yeah," Santana said. "Go ahead." Finn went into the bathroom to change. She was already dressed in the sexiest piece of lingerie that she owned. It's not that she was trying to impress him; she just wanted it to be somewhat special. She laid back on the bed, trying to find a spot that was comfortable. No matter which way she laid, it wasn't comfortable. Maybe that's because she didn't belong here.

"I can't do this," Finn came out of the bathroom in a robe and his pajamas, heading for the door.

"What? O-of course you can." She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bed, massaging his shoulders gently. "It doesn't mean anything. Just think of it as a business deal. You're helping me, I'm helping you. It's no big deal." Finn nodded his head, turning around to look at her.

"Yeah, yeah I guess you're right." Before he had time to talk again, she pressed her lips against his. It felt weird. The only other time she kissed him was before he was dating Quinn. She had made out with pretty much every guy on the football team; Finn included. She leaned back on the bed and pulled him on top of her, her hands slowly inching his shirt off. He trailed his hands up and down her sides which elicited a soft moan from Santana. As they peeled their clothes off of each other slowly, she could feel him tensing up. He sat up straight and rubbed his hands over his face.

"I-I can't do this. I can't, I'm sorry." Santana rolled her eyes and sat behind him, massing his shoulders.

"Yes, you can. It doesn't mean anything, so you never have to think about it again if you don't want to." After a moment of consideration, he nodded and turned around, pressing his lips back against hers.