Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Finn's up to no good and Santana's determined not to let him upset Rachel anymore.

Warning: You're all gonna hate me LOL

Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.

The hallways of McKinley were busy and noisy as students filed out of the classrooms and to their lockers, lunch was upon them and they all talked animatedly with one another. Santana made her way over to the lockers where the rest of the girls seemed to be gathered, "Where's Berry?" she asked.

Rachel appeared right beside her, "Right here," she laughed at the way the Latina jumped, "awww San did I scare you?"

"Pfft, you wish," Santana laughed off, "the only thing scary about you is your sense of fashion which I have since fixed."

"Be nice S," Quinn said warningly. Her eyes locked with her girlfriends and she gave a wink.

"And again I say you two are about as discreet as a nuclear explosion."

"Ah leave them be," Mercedes piped up, "no one seems to have cottoned, let them be happy."

"It's when people cotton on that worries me," Santana muttered under her breath, her gaze wandering, she nudged Mercedes, "What's the deal with flubber?"

"What do you mean?" she asked a little confused.

"He seems awfully chummy with trouty mouth."

"So? Tell me something that isn't new."

Brittany tugged on Santana's hand, "Sannie..."

"Yeah B?"

"It's lunch time, forget about Finn. Let's just go get lunch and hang out with everyone."

"Sure B," Santana nodded, "sure."

"She's right San," Rachel interjected, "just leave him to whatever he's doing. So long as he's not bothering us, who cares, right?"

"Right..."

"S..." Quinn knew that look.

"I'm not doing anything!" Santana held her hands up.

"Good," the blonde mother nodded, "then let's get going."

The group of girls navigated their way through the corridors, Santana's eyes flicking back and forth from the group and Finn. "Hey," she stopped as they rounded the corner, "you guys go ahead, I left something in my locker."

"Course you did," Mercedes said.

"Don't start anything S," Quinn sighed.

"Yeah, yeah," she waved her friends off, "save me a seat, I won't be long."

The Latina broke away from the group and started retracing her steps, her eyes scanning the corridors for the lanky lad she was in search of. It didn't take long to find him in all his awkward glory, "Hudson!" she called.

"Hey Santana," he gave her a lopsided grin.

"Don't give me that," she said as she came to a stop in front of him, "you're up to something."

"Erm...lunch?"

"Please, don't act stupid, you do it fine all of your own accord as it is," she shot at him.

"What did I do wrong this time?" he asked exasperated.

"I'm trying to figure it out," she admitted, "but I saw you with trouty mouth. I saw you pointing over at Quinn and Rachel."

"We were just talking."

"I don't buy that shit for one second," she poked him in the chest, "whatever it is you're up to, don't. Just leave them alone. Rachel's happy with Q, why can't you leave it at that?"

"They don't belong together," Finn said simply.

"Maybe, maybe not," Santana wasn't going to argue that the girls relationship was serious with him, "but you need to get it into your pea sized brain that she doesn't belong with you either."

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know enough to know that she doesn't want you."

"Stay out of this Santana."

"Make me," she stepped closer.

"Don't push me..."

"Or what? You'll sit on me?" She arched an eyebrow in amusement, "see here stuff n' puff, I'm not Rachel, I'm not scared of you or anyone else."

"Maybe you should be," Finn spat through gritted teeth.

"Is that a threat?" she asked incredulously, "You really wanna go there?"

"You need to stop getting in the way of me and Rachel."

"For fucksake Hudson what's gotta happen to get it through that thick skull of yours? There is no you and Rachel!"

"Only cos people like you keep interfering."

"No, because she doesn't want to be with you."

"You keep making her scared of me!"

"You're doing that! You and this weird ass stalker ex-boyfriend schtick you've got going on. You're done! Now stop being a little bitch about it. Man up, accept she's happy as she is and leave her alone. Whatever it is you're planning isn't going to work."

Finn turned on his heel and stormed off, he was going to prove everyone wrong and finally put Santana in her place, he'd show them all. Him and Rachel belonged together, she was just scared. He'd show them.

It had taken him the better part of a few days to figure out what his next move was going to be. She'll see, she won't get in the way of me and Rachel again. He was sure of his actions, he knew just exactly how he was going to put the fiery Latina in her place once and for all. He'd taken the time to plan this. He hadn't rushed it. He'd thought it all through and planned it around Santana's schedule, he knew that there was no chance of her interrupting what he was about to do. Finn drove the streets with a look of determination on his face, his anger at the girls actions towards him the other day fuelling his hate. Things between him and Kurt had been strenuous ever since the Berry's barbeque, his step-brother didn't even bother to ask him where he was going anymore when he left the house. One less thing to worry about. He was nearing his destination, he knew he had to calm himself down otherwise his anger would give himself away and ruin what he was trying to accomplish. Once Santana's out of the way I'll finally be able to talk to Rachel. His actions were beyond misguided and he couldn't even see it. All he could see were the many people standing in his way. Finn slowed his moms car down as he pulled onto the street he needed and looked for the familiar house that he'd been to more than once back when Santana had thrown more than her fair share of parties when her parents had been out of town. Killing the engine he took a steadying breath, "You can do this." Finn clambered out of the car and made his way to the front door. "Show time," he muttered to himself as he pressed the doorbell and waited.

The door opened, "Hello..."

"Hi Mrs. Lopez," he offered a small smile, "My name's Finn Hudson."

"Finn...you're in Glee club with Santana," she smiled back, "Santana's not home right now I'm afraid, she's still at practice."

"I know," he nodded, his voice taking on a serious tone, "I actually came here to talk to you about Santana."

"Is something the matter?" her face was puzzled.

"I'm worried about her..."

Author's note: Hi guys, you should all go thank my best friend Davis B.P Thank you for always being my number one reviewer and helping me to get all these ideas out and onto paper (so to speak). Also a big shoutout to MikA-FaberryLuver4395 for proofreading for me.

I know, you all hate me cos I ended this on a cliff hanger LOL I apologise, I really do. I know my chapters are nowhere near as long as they used to be but I'm so out of practice when it comes to writing that I'd rather give you all short chapters that are ok as opposed to long chapters that suck.

I know I'm probably gonna lose a lot of followers in the next chapter because of Finn but as I said before I'm not going to change the way I portray Finn. Cory gave us this amazing character to play with and I think it would be disrespectful to him if I were to stop writing the character. Anyways I'm off to work on the next chapter, hopefully you guys won't hate me too much but I am preparing myself for the backlash anyways.