This was inspired by 'Comeback' and the fact that in the last few episodes Finn seems to have become an asshole (and a few too many 'Borgias' commercials). It's a one-shot that doesn't fit with anything else I've written, I just like the idea. Please read and review especially if you can see this happening on the show. I don't know about anybody else but I have always seen the Santana on the show as someone who gets off on 'evil.' I mean look at how happy she whenever she does something mean to anybody.
Chapter 7: Bitch
by Hikako
"So, I guess I'll see you Monday, right?" Sam Evans asked as he watched his new girlfriend fix her lipstick in the rearview mirror. They were sitting in her car in front of his house after making out for the last ten minutes and Sam didn't want to seem like an asshole by skipping out right after they were finished. "Sure, sure." Santana said not taking her attention off what she was doing, so Sam (feeling not a little tooted and booted) opened his door and was halfway out when she stopped him. "Oh, Sam," Santana said, a perfectly manicured hand holding a small disk to him. "Don't forget your... whatever this was supposed to be." Taking the small ceramic Sam forced a smile and tried to ignore the feeling of guilt as he walked to his house, Santana's wheels spinning behind him as she drove off, but all he could think was Man, Quinn would've loved an Avatar ashtray.
Santana's car zipped down the streets of Lima as she headed towards the place she really wanted to be all night long. Seriously, she thought, who the hell took a girl ceramic painting for a date? There were no storage closets, no darkened corners, absolutely no place for a quickie, where was the fun in something like that? She rolled her eyes despite the fact no one could see her disdain for the man-boy-girl who just exited her car. I should get double points for making out with him, those enormous lips came close to swallowing my whole face. How did I end up doing the dirty work? Her cell beeped, letting her know she got a text and that he was definitely getting impatient for news. Turning onto his street Santana smirked when she saw his light was still on and his window was open, she didn't know if it was good or bad that he just expected her to show up after a date but she pushed it out of her mind.
With the grace of a Cheerio and the stealth of a ninja, Santana effortlessly climbed onto the low hanging roof and across the slope to the open window, just as she had many times before in the last few weeks. His head jerked as he turned from the cell in his hand to look at her as she slipped inside, flashing a Head Bitch smile at him she sidled to the edge of the bed he was laying on. "Miss me?" she asked in a condescending tone, her reply was a raised eyebrow and a bored expression. God, he was so infuriating when he was in his Evil Genius-mode, it made her want to jump him then and there! "You were supposed to call when you were done." he said, sounding stern as Santana crawled onto the bed and made her way up his body Catwoman-style. "Worried that I was enjoying myself too much?" she mocked as moved her lips closer to his. "Worried that you might've accidentally been suffocated beneath his lady-lips." was his equally mocking reply. "It's business first then?" Santana said, trying not to sound disappointed, so she settled for sitting on him with their crouches semi-grinding, hoping to get him in the mood quicker. "Alright, fine." He couldn't help but muse that she looked like the spoiled brat she was, silently pouting at him. "Sam's feeling sad about leaving Quinn, but he isn't going anywhere for now."
"Ha!" he said, "Perfect. Quinn's going to try to move on, but I'll make sure everybody knows what went down with Sam. No guy is gonna go near her, and no girl is gonna be her friend." Putting his cellphone on the nightstand he folded his hands behind his head and pulled himself into a sitting position. "Zises was waffling about the whole thing after her performance, but I threw in an extra box of Milk Duds and a few more Mallomars and she heeled like a good dog." His voice got lower and deeper as moved closer to Santana's neck, whispering their plans against her skin like dirty talk. God, she thought as she fought to keep from whimpering and stroking his ego even more, he so knows how to turn me on! "But the kicker came after Glee club, I talked to Rachel in the hallways, pushed her to write songs and have her ignore the others' opinions. She'll be back to annoying everyone in the club before the week is out."
"Oh God, baby!" Santana moaned out before she could help herself. Almost as if at on cue Finn picked her up and with experienced arms turned her around and moved her to the mattress where he worked on getting that god-awful carousel sweater off of her. His lips moved across the soft skin towards her ear where he softly whispered. "Quinn will have no boyfriend, no Cheerios, soon no friends." Santana squirmed and groaned as she horizontally shimmied out of her skirt, Finn's hands moving confidently across her body. "Puck's going to be a laughing stock after the rare white rhino gets done with him. Not even Rachel will date him, especially after she goes back to being a singing freak." Santana was biting her lip so hard she could taste blood and her breathing was getting heavier, not that Finn seemed to notice as he continued his agonizingly slow pace. "Then you and I will be the undisputed, most popular couple at McKinley High... and we'll have our revenge on all of them." That was the point at which she lost it.
"Oh, Finn!" Santana screamed as she clutched his hair.