AN: Well, I had some inspiration for the story. I'm going to try and update when I can, when I get more ideas, but this is all I've got so far. It's been a long time since I last updated, hopefully the next update doesn't take that long.


P: Babe, just let me talk to you.

S: Call me babe one more time, and see where that gets you.

P: Whatever. Look, Quinn's hot, and she's the chick who birthed my kid. But you're my Tana, you gotta know that.

S: No, I don't know that. You don't give a hot, wet, monkey's ass about me anymore, so don't go pretending like you do.

P: ...

S: Thought so.

S: Don't text me again, Puck. I'm done with you. I don't need this, I could have anyone I want, I'm done wasting my time thinking about you."

P: Santana. Come on.

S *ignored*

Santana threw her phone against the wall, cringing as it made contact with it. The bang would probably get someone banging on her door asking what the sound was, but she didn't care. She was going to find someone. She could do it, anyone would hop at the change to sleep with McKinley's hottest Cheerio. She wanted something more than just sex, but she would take what she could get. She wanted to feel something, anything. It wasn't that much to want.

She forced herself out of bed, and grabbed her phone again. She scrolled through her contacts, just trying to find someone who she could call. She was at a loss, she didn't know what to do. Then one name in particular stood out, and it made her think. It was perfect. She could get Quinn jealous, and the loud mouth midget in glee club would probably be pissed too. Not to mention, Puck would be mad, it's his former best friend.

She clicked on the name, and waiting for him to answer.

"Hey Frankenteen."

"Santana? What are you doing?"

"I have a proposition for you, Jolly Giant."

"What is it? You should be quick, Rachel asked me to go over and practice a song for glee club with her."

"That's nice, but you know as well as I do that all she's going to do is force you to sing some showtune with her, and she'll probably end up giving you another couples calendar with cats like she did last time you tried dating. So here's what I can tell you. You're going to be my boyfriend. You're going to hold my hand in the hallways, and you're going to kiss me by the lockers. You're going to tell people what a catch I am."

"Wait what? No, Santana, I can't do that to Rachel, she means too much to me."

"Please, she doesn't want you. You're the creepy guy who wouldn't leave her alone when she decided to move on from you with someone else. She could do way better." she muttered.

"What's in it for me?"

Santana paused, audibly sighing. That was a good question that she didn't have an answer to. She had to think of something fast.

"I don't know, you get to have sex with me? And I'll make you some grilled cheese sandwiches or something, how about that? I also won't tell people that you're tubby and made of 70% french fry grease."

"Why are you doing this? Is this to make Rachel mad, because I don't think that's.."

"No, it's because I need to piss of some other people. Rachel is just an added bonus."

"No more than two weeks. Is that fair, Santana? Because I don't want to lie to Rachel, I don't want to lose her for that long."

"Fine. Two weeks. But you better make this convincing, and you can't tell anyone. Just tell Rachel that you need a break, and you'll be back to her soon. Look, I have to go, but you better be waiting for me in the parking lot before school tomorrow so we can go in together."

She hung up before he had a chance to say anything back. She managed to get Finn, and now all she had to do was execute her plan.


Santana pulled into the parking lot, and glanced around for Finn as she pulled into her spot. As she turned off the car, and got out, she spotted him jogging over to her. She looked up at him, and tried not to scowl, or roll her eyes. At least he was there, and he was willing to help her out without knowing all of the specific details of what was going on. She glanced around, and saw a group of other Cheerios and football players standing by a car, so she looked back at Finn, planting one on him. Without saying a word, she smirked, and slid her hand into his, pulling him towards the school. There was no deny the fact that her stomach was in knots. She was nervous, she didn't know what was going to be said by anyone. The two of them received endless stares. Teachers, students, everyone, they all just looked at them with wondering eyes. There were a few students who just looked away. They knew not to question what Santana was doing, or she'd have them trembling in fear.

"Bro what the hell are you doing?"

Finn felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned around to see Puck. Santana brushed Puck off of Finn, and pressed herself to his side, smiling.

"Dude, you're not my 'bro'. That stopped when you knocked up my girlfriend last year. And I think I'm walking down the hall way with my new girlfriend. We're gonna be late for class, Santana let's go."

Santana looked at Puck with a cold stare, before turning away, letting Finn walk her to class. Unfortunately for her, Quinn and Rachel were both in the class, and she was stuck sitting smack dab in the middle of them. It didn't take long for both girls next to her were marking question at her, not even giving her a minute to answer. This was good. She had Rachel asking her about why she picked Finn to go after, and Quinn was snapping at her about how it wasn't fair of her to go after her first love. Santana turned to Quinn, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You know, Fabray, that's golden. You think it's not fair that I'm dating your first love? You're a hypocrite for telling me that, considering that you slept with mine, and let him get you pregnant. I'm a bitch, and I'm getting a small dose of revenge. This just pushes your buttons, knowing that I have someone that you couldn't hold on to. He's mine now. And all of you fuckers who have tried to upset me in the past are screwed."

She turned back around, and waited for Mr. Schue to start the Spanish lesson. She didn't know why she even had to take this class, she could speak the language perfectly fine, she had to speak it with her abuela every time they were together. She just let herself tune out, pretending like she was paying attention until she could get the hell out of that classroom. Once the bell rang, she left, walking towards her next class. She felt someone grab her, and she was pulled into the janitors closet. Flicking on the light, she scowled.

"Puck, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out why you're doing this.."

"I told you I was done. I can't keep doing this with you. It hurts. You didn't want me. You got my somewhat friend pregnant. You tossed me aside. And I should be worth more than that. I don't want to be this occasional side project of yours. I want to be number one. Nothing else. And I'm not going to get that from a manwhore like you." she snapped, the hurt in her voice becoming more apparent as she spoke.

"I love you, Santana, you need to believe me! I messed up, I do that a lot. I think with my dick and we both know I' not the brightest."

"Mhm, and that's exactly why I won't give you a chance. You'll find some cougar, and I won't matter. I need to go."

"Ba- Santana... Please. One chance."

She turned and opened the door, standing in the doorway.

"Maybe."