"So what did Santana wanna talk about?" Mike asked. Mike and I had been playing Dance Central for hours now, and I still haven't told him about everything between Santana and I. So I guess now is as good a time as any.

"Well, okay.. like a few days ago Santana kissed me." I blurted out. When Mike understood what I said his face completely lit up.

"Oh my jesus, was it hot?" He laughed as I punched him in the arm.

"Really Mike? Could you not be such a guy?" It made me laugh but at the same time I wanted him to tell me what to do. I needed someone to give me some advice.

"Okay, you're right, of course it was hot." He smirked, "Okay, Listen, Here's the situation. Do you have feelings for her? If you do, just tell her, and then kiss her again. And if you don't have feelings for her, just tell her you're not like that and then she'll back off. Santana's cool she'll totally understand if you're not into her like that."

Mike was pretty good at advice, he never said too much fluffy crap, he always was very plain and simple.

"Can you come over after school today?" I asked Santana, as she shoved her head into her locker as if she's trying to ignore me. "Please. My mom can pick us up after cheer, if you want. Or you can just come by after. Whenever, just please. I need to tell you something" I said as I patted her on the shoulder and walked to my next class. Through that entire conversation Santana never even took her head out of her locker, so I doubt she even listened to me.

During practice I made sure that Santana and I made eye contact a lot, so she wouldn't forget about our plans tonight. Now, that I think about it I'm really nervous about telling Santana how I feel. I mean, we've only known eachother for a few weeks and what if me having a crush on her freaks her out or something? Yikes.

"Go home you babies! I can't stand to be in your stench any longer!" Coach Sylvester spat, and we all turned to head to the locker room.

As I exited the doors to the hallway in between the locker room and the gym someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to the health classroom at the end of the hall. Once we were in the classroom I finally comprehended that it was just Santana who pulled me in here.

"Santana, what are we doing-" I was cut off by her lips crashing into mine. I didn't move for a moment and I realized she had somehow gotten me pinned between her and the closed door. "San, stop, I can't do this." I finally said in between panting. She looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and she almost looked remorseful. She looked like she had not meant to put us in this awkward situation yet again, but somehow she did and she looked sorry for it. But then in instant, I blinked and she was gone. Not literally gone, but her hands were no longer pressed against the wall behind my head and she didn't look sorry at all anymore.

"Yeah I don't even know what came over me. I need to go though, Puck is picking me up to go to breadstix. But maybe, I'll drop by for a little while, after." She stated as she fixed her high ponytail and adjusted her uniform.

"No. Forget it, you're not coming over. I'm leaving. Have fun with Noah." I stormed out of the classroom. It makes me so mad when Santana doesn't own up to things, how she just kisses me and then leaves with Puckerman and then refuses to let me talk about it with her. The first time maybe she was just confused. But now she's just screwing up my emotions and I can't handle that right now.

It's about 9:30 and I'm sitting in my room half-watching last week's episode of Teen Wolf, while waiting for this weeks episode to come on. I realized that there's no way I can watch Teen Wolf without popcorn and soda so I went downstairs to get it. When I returned to my room the light was on and Santana was sitting in the window seat. For some reason she really likes to sit there. She said the view of my back yard was mesmerizing, even though it's just of our hot tub and then a whole bunch of trees.

"Santana, how'd you-" I began but was interrupted.

"You said I could come whenever... But I don't know why I did that earlier, and I don't know why I did it last week either. I'm so-" She stopped and just stared at me. I know she was going to say she's sorry and she wants me to not be mad at her. Which I'm not, I'm really not. I just want her to own up to what she does. So I decide to wait. Wait for her to actually apologize, again. But she just stared at the floor.

"If you were gonna say you're sorry, then I'm waiting. But if you're just here to say some BS like last time about how it was an accident, then don't. Don't waste any more of yours or my time." For some reason when Santana plays innocent like this it really gets me heated, and not in the good way.

"Why are you even mad at me?" I could tell she was starting to get irritated as well. "So I kissed you? Most people would be thrilled by that. I don't get why you're turning this into World War III. It was meaningless, I just wanted to try it, again." She ranted, so I just glared at her.

"Really, Santana? Do you hear yourself? Then, I guess I'm not most people, I would never be excited by someone kissing me if its just meaningless." I used air quotes when I said 'meaningless', "You're being so arrogant right now and honestly, I hate it. I cannot believe I was starting to think I even liked you a little bit. Can you go now?" I finally said.

"So this is why you came to my locker begging me to come over tonight? So that you could tell me I'm arrogant and that you don't like me even a little? Alrighty then." She said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and stood in the doorway, holding the door open. "That's not at all why." I mumbled sadly, as she walked past me while flipping her hair off of her shoulder. She went down the stairs and out the front door.