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The morning in class went by slow, way too slow. I could feel Brittany's eyes on the back of my head. Was she trying to get back at me because she had noticed my staring? I didn't know. Mostly, I was worried about Quinn and Tina. Quinn had something on her mind and I was worried Brittany would be her next target. Brittany wouldn't be her first victim and definitely not her last but I would rather not have Brittany bullied by Quinn at all. I had never personally experienced being publicly humiliated by Quinn but I had seen girls and even a guy go through it. After the harassment and shaming looks from the entire school, most girls didn't recover. The majority had to change schools, which Quinn was happy about of course. She had luckily never pinpointed me as her next prey. No, Quinn just liked to give me subtle insults. If you didn't know the two of us, you probably wouldn't even notice them, but I did every single time. I had known Quinn for long enough to see the signs.

"Santana, do you know the answer?" I heard my name and looked up. I had English, a subject I normally was very good at. But my thoughts weren't focused on the course the teacher was currently giving and I had totally missed his question.

"Could you perhaps repeat the question, sir?" I asked politely.

"You should really pay more attention, Santana."

Rachel's hand flew in the air. "I happen to know the answer."

"Nobody cares, Berry." I blurted out. A lot of people from my class snickered. They shared mutual hostile feelings towards Rachel Berry and her eagerness when it came to school.

I could see the eyes of the teacher flash towards me. I shouldn't have said that. Sometimes my brain couldn't hold back the words before they slipped out of my mouth and that was exactly what had happened a moment ago. I hated it when these sorts of things happened. They had gotten me in a lot of trouble over the years.

"You can now hand me over your journal so I can write a note, Santana. That's not how you treat your classmates. You can retrieve your journal at the end of the lesson."

I walked over to the teacher's desk and put my journal on top. I tried not to look at him because I was pretty sure that I was still angry. I hadn't deserved a note in my journal. Five notes meant detention and detention sucked. Nothing good ever came out of it. It was only the first week and I already gotten one note. That didn't promise anything good.

The bell rang and I walked over to the teacher to retrieve my journal. I secretly hoped that he hadn't written anything inside, but I had seen his red pen scribbling on one of the pages.

"I expect this note to change your future behavior. And I sure hope you will apologize to Rachel. She did not deserve that comment."

Then she shouldn't have been such a noisy know-it-all. "Yes, I'm sorry, sir. I'm happy to apologize." I gave the teacher my biggest smile before spinning around on my feet. I rolled my eyes. There was no way in hell that I was going to apologize to Berry. She shouldn't have interrupted me even though I didn't know the answer.

Next I had French, which I normally despised. I liked the language but it was hard and we literally studied the same thing every year. But this year seemed more fun. We had this amazing teacher. He was basically the only teacher this year that I could stand. His name was Mr. Chadwick. He was young and enthusiastic. It was only his first year teaching but he was very nice and funny.

I was also pretty sure he was gay. He dressed way too nicely to be a straight man. He was the only teacher who seemed genuinely interested in what we had to say. The rest of the teachers asked us questions but you could see in their eyes that they didn't give a single fuck about your answer. But I didn't care one bit about their lives either so I guess that made us even. However, Mr. Chadwick wasn't like that. We could watch old, French movies and he even brought us baguettes on the first day to bring us all in the French spirit. We spent an entire week discussing Stromae alone, this amazing Belgian artist who happened to sing in French. We studied his lyrics and they actually had a lot of meaning in contrast with other songs.

He promised us we would see Les Intouchables the next lesson and I had heard it was an amazing movie so French was, for the time being, my favorite subject.

"You shouldn't have been so rude to Rachel." I heard Brittany's voice behind me.

I turned around and looked her in the eye. "Didn't you admit you found her annoying this morning?" I asked confused.

"Santana, just because I find someone annoying doesn't mean I agree with what you did."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Brittany. It's only Rachel Berry, nobody cares."

Brittany's face suddenly looked serious. "She, besides you, is the only one that has actually spent more than one minute talking to me. So I care. She's the only one at this school that actually took the time to ask for my name."

I looked down at the floor. I hadn't asked for her name either. "I'm sorry Brittany."

Brittany rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't say sorry to me. You should say sorry to Rachel. She already takes enough crap from everyone everyday. I can see it. And you better mean your apology because otherwise don't even bother." Brittany said.

"Fine." I grunted but I was still not convinced I was going to apologize to Rachel.

The remaining two classes went by fast. Chadwick kept his promise and we spent two hours watching the movie Les Intouchables. He didn't allow subtitles so the movie was hard to follow at times. He said it wouldn't count as French class if he put the subtitles on. At least this way, we would still pick up the language without simply reading the English captions below.

Lunch came around and I walked out of class.

"Do you want to grab some lunch, Santana?" Tina asked me.

My eyes shifted over to Brittany, who was talking to Rachel. Damn. There was no way in hell that I was going to have lunch with Berry and Brittany. I would have loved to have lunch with Brittany but Berry was way too much for me to handle.

"Um, I don't know yet." I admitted.

"Do you have some other plans?" Tina eyed me suspiciously.

Brittany left Rachel alone and walked towards the two of us. "Hey, Santana. Are you ready to have lunch?" She asked me.

My eyes flashed between Tina and Brittany. Brittany however spent no time acknowledging Tina. She basically pretended that Tina hadn't just been talking to me.

"Yeah, sure." I shrugged.

I waved goodbye to Tina and we walked out of the classroom. As we walked Brittany and I remained in a comfortable silence, occasionally changed up by small chatter.

We arrived at this small coffee house that I loved to go to. "Where do you want to sit?" I asked.

Brittany shrugged but then pointed at the table in the corner. "That table looks quite cozy."

"Sounds good to me." I nodded and we walked towards the table.

We sat down and fell back into the same silence, only this time it kind of awkward. I didn't even know this girl and now I had to try and hold up a conversation all on my own. I sucked at this, at making small talk and talking about weather and other things. I just never knew how to start a decent conversation. I could handle keeping a conversation flowing once it had started but initiating one felt impossible most of the time.

Brittany looked at the menu. "Mm, everything on this menu seems amazing. I wish I had enough money so that I could just buy everything."

I laughed. "I bet you would have a slight stomach ache if you ate everything on this menu."

Brittany shrugged and patted her stomach. "You'd be surprised how much food fits inside this belly. Seriously, people think I don't eat much but I do."

"How do you keep a body like that then?" See, there was it again. The words-slipping-out-of-my-mouth-without-thinking-thing. Did I just compliment her ridiculous body? Yes, Brittany had an amazing body and you would be lying if you hadn't noticed it, but you just didn't say things like that out loud. Certainly not to another girl you had just met. Damn.

Brittany smirked a little before answering. "I dance a lot which means I burn a lot of calories. Some people don't think dancing is a sport, but I can assure you it is. If I didn't dance, I would probably be really fat from all the unhealthy stuff I eat."

"Doesn't your mom get mad when you eat that much?" I asked.

"No, of course not. She gets worried sometimes that I don't eat enough \ vegetables, but that's pretty much it. Why? Does your mom get pissed about that stuff?" Brittany asked confused.

"Yes." It slipped out of my mouth. But my answer seemed a little too personal so I quickly altered it. "I mean no, the same as yours I guess." That was not quite true. My mom would be furious if she noticed that I put on even the smallest amount of weight. She had made me follow so many different diets in the last couple of years even though I wasn't even considered overweight by the doctor or anything. Whatever.

"Oh, okay." Brittany said, not sounding too convinced. I hadn't sounded all that convincing either. I knew that.

The waiter came around and we ordered our food. Luckily Brittany had finally decided on what she was going to eat. I asked for the usual sandwich I ate pretty much every single time I came here.

"So, what do you like to do in your free time? You know that I like to dance but what do you do outside of school?" Brittany asked. She looked genuinely interested in what I had to say.

"I play hockey." I said. That was it. That was all I ever did. I did love playing video games as well but I kind of hid that part of me. As a girl, you weren't expected to like or even play video games so I didn't mention it. My mom had been very clear about the fact that she totally did not appreciate me playing video games. She thought it was embarrassing. My dad however loved it when I played with him. I beat him every single time yet he didn't care. But yeah, aside from video games, I played hockey and watched a lot of TV.

"Seriously? That seems like such a cool sport? Do you like practice on ice or something?" Brittany asked enthusiastically.

I shook my head. "No, I don't play ice hockey. I actually play field hockey. Those two sports aren't the same. They're actually quite different."

Brittany looked confused. "If you don't play on ice then what do you play on?"

"We play on artificial grass. We play it outside and it's less violent than ice hockey. We don't have to wear all the gear to protect our bodies."

"It's not dangerous then?"

"It kind of is sometimes. The small ball that we play with is quite hard and it hurts a lot if you get hit in your face or somewhere else."

Brittany nodded. "I'd love to see you play. How long have you been playing?" She asked.

"For ten years now." Wow, ten years. That was a long time I realized. It almost felt weird that I spent such a huge part of my life playing the same sport. I did love it though.

"I bet you're totally amazing. Did you ever win anything?" Brittany asked. In the meantime, our drinks had arrived. Brittany had ordered chocolate milk and I, a latte.

I shrugged. "I guess I'm okay. Yeah, last year we were national champions."

Brittany choked on her drink and her mouth fell slightly open. "Seriously? That's amazing Santana. You're more than okay if you guys were national champs!"

I shrugged again. "My team was pretty amazing."

"You shouldn't be so modest about winning a title like that."

Brittany had a point. It was quite awesome that we had won that last year. But unfortunately I hadn't made the first team this year, which meant I was stuck in the second team with Quinn for the rest of the season. The other girls were quite nice but I missed the thrill of winning important matches. Now, it almost felt boring.

"I won't be." I laughed.

"Can I ask you a question, Santana?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"What is the deal with Quinn?" Brittany asked.

Well, that was pretty straightforward. "What do you mean, what is the deal with Quinn?" I asked slightly confused.

"How can I explain?" Brittany bit her lip. I had to admit; she looked insanely cute when she did that. "I think she hates me and I don't even know why? It's not like I've done anything to her, at least I don't think I have. She sits next to me in class and I try to be friendly and say good morning or 'hey Quinn' or something that at least acknowledges I noticed her but it feels like I'm talking to a wall. She ignores me all the time and I don't know why. I thought I would ask you because the two of you seem to be friends."

I snorted. "Oh, Quinn and I aren't friends."

Brittany stared at me confused. "What do you mean? Don't you two hang out sometimes and you have lunch together with that Asian girl Tina, right?"

"Are you stalking me now, or something?" I stared back at Brittany.

She looked down in shame. "I'm sorry. I just noticed. I don't stalk you or anything."

Brittany looked like I had just practically punched her in the face and it made me feel like crap. "Look, Quinn and I's relationship is complicated and I realize not everyone understands our dynamic. Damn, I don't even understand it most of the time. But Quinn is not a nice girl and you shouldn't waste your time on her. She decides within the first five seconds of meeting someone if she's going to be friends with them or not. And you apparently did not fit the criteria."

Brittany still looked sad. I understood. Not being accepted by Quinn indirectly meant that you weren't going to be accepted by the entire popular group. That was quite a tough thing to hear; at least it would be for me.

"That's lame. She's not my first pick for a friend but I still thought she would be friendly."

I snorted. "Don't expect kindness from someone like Quinn. She'll be nice to you but only if you can give her something."

"What do you mean, give her something?"

I shrugged. "It could be anything but it's usually something that helps keep Quinn on top in the social standings and secures her place there. If you can offer her that, she'll be the best friend you've ever had."

"Oh, I definitely don't like people that only talk to me when they need something from me."

"Well, that's Quinn Fabray for you but she can hide it perfectly. She's a very good manipulator. I have seen her manipulate enough people over the years, including myself I'm afraid."

Brittany simply nodded. I felt my phone buzzing. I fished it out of my bag and quickly unlocked it. Two texts from Finn.

"Who is it?" Brittany asked curiously. I looked up confused. "Oh, I'm sorry if you don't want to tell me, no problem. Sorry that I asked." Brittany then quickly said.

"No, no problem. It's just my boyfriend." I shrugged, like it was no big deal.

A silence fell and I had no idea why. My fingers were typing a reply to Finn and I had no clue why Brittany suddenly got so quiet. I looked up and Brittany was staring at her hands, fidgeting anxiously.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking up at Brittany. I had sent a quick text to Finn letting him know I was not sick and that I was having lunch with a friend.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

I wanted to ask why she seemed so sad because I was clueless as to what had caused it. The fact that I had a boyfriend wasn't a reason for her to be sad or even slightly mad at me. I could see a hint of anger on her face.

"Yeah, Finn and I have been going out for a couple of months now, I guess."

"And you are in love with him?"

There was that same question again. The question a lot of people had asked me since Finn and I started going out. The question that I hated to answer because I knew that it should have been the easiest question to respond to, yet for me it wasn't. And that was exactly what made it so damn hard.

"Yeah, of course. We have been going out for a while so yeah."

I was a terrible liar and I knew it. I sucked at lying and even I could tell from miles away that what I had just said totally did not seem convincing.

"Oh, okay." A small smile reappeared on Brittany's lips.

I felt confused once again. Why in the world was she happy now? How bipolar could you be? Just seconds ago she looked like a puppy I had thrown around the room and now she was smiling again? What was up with that?

"Our food is ready." Brittany said happily. She pointed at the waiter behind me.

"One sandwich with chicken?"

I quickly nodded and got out of the way so he could put the plate in front of me. "Yes, thank you." I said.

After a couple bites from her food, Brittany moaned loudly and said: "This is so good. Oh my god."

I just laughed. "Told you. I know all the good spots in this city. It does kind of help if you've lived here your entire life."

"You should show me around sometime then." Brittany simply said.

"True." I admitted. It felt like I had made more plans with this girl than any of my other friends.

We finished our food and were ready to pay and go back to school.

Suddenly I heard my phone buzzing. Damn. I saw Finn's name pop up on the screen.

"Sorry, I have to take this." I said to Brittany who was in the middle of telling me a story about her last school.

"Yeah, sure. No problem. Take your time." Brittany replied.

I slid my finger over the screen and held the phone to my ear.

"Hey Finn." I mumbled. I tried to sound excited but it didn't seem to work.

"Hey, Santana. I haven't heard of you or seen you in such a long time. Do you want to hang out after school?" He asked.

I wanted to go home and just do nothing but I guess I had no choice but to change my plans. "Sure, sounds good. You could come over for dinner? My mom is cooking spaghetti."

"Sounds good babe. I'll ask my parents." Ugh, I hated it when he called me babe. It sounded so forced and wrong. But I never told him that. He would be hurt if I said I didn't like it.

"You can stay over and watch a movie too afterwards?" I suggested.

My mom would get kind of suspicious if Finn left right after dinner. That would be kind of weird. And I didn't need Finn to dump me. I had to spend some time with him or otherwise he would break up with me, I knew it. I couldn't just ignore him the whole summer and then expect him to still be in love with me.

"Okay. I'll text my mom but it'll be fine. I'm looking forward to it but I have to go now, San. See you tonight. I'll be there at seven." Finn said.

"Sounds good." I mumbled.

"I love you." Finn said.

I looked over at Brittany. I knew she was listening in on the conversation despite her attempts at hiding that fact. I couldn't blame her. I would listen in too.

I had suddenly gone quiet. The silence on my end of the phone merely lasted a millisecond, but still, it was noticeable. But then again, Finn was probably too dense to catch on.

"I love you too." I quickly mumbled and I hung up.

"Sorry for that." I said to Brittany.

"No problem. Let's head back to school, okay?" Brittany said quickly.

We walked outside and headed back towards school.

"So tell me about your boyfriend." Brittany suddenly said.

I looked over at her. Why had she asked me that? Maybe she was just genuinely curious.

"He's very sweet and quite popular too. He's a good boyfriend." I simply said. Sweet was one of the things Finn certainly was. He was almost too sweet and sometimes it made me feel guilty. But I couldn't tell people that because it would make me seem like a bad person.

"Oh cool."

Not much happened for the rest of the day. I didn't get to talk to a lot of people since we had math and physics and those teachers had zero tolerance for conversations during class. Their policy was shut up or get sent out of class. Math was really important and Mr. Philips scared me so much I didn't dare speak a word. I texted my mom about Finn coming over and she said she was looking forward to it. That made two of them. Finn and my mom... me not so much. I would've given anything to have a quiet, peaceful night in watching a movie in my bed. But I couldn't.

I went home and didn't talk to any of my friends. I was exhausted after a whole week of school and I just felt drained.

Seven o' clock came around and I heard the doorbell downstairs. I sighed deeply and got up. Finn was here. Of course, my mom was the first at the door. How typical.

"Hi Ms. Lopez." I heard Finn say. I quickly ran downstairs and saw him standing in front of the door, looking awkward as always.

"Hi, Finn. It has been such a long time. Please come in." My mom said in a sweet voice. It took everything for me not to roll my eyes at that very moment.

"It really has been a long time Mrs. Lopez." Finn said.

"Haven't I told you about ten times that you can call me Maria, Finn? I'm pretty sure I have. Mrs. Lopez makes me feel like I'm fifty years old." My mom laughed. I didn't think it was quite that funny. She was almost fifty anyway.

"I'm sorry, Maria. Is Santana home?" I guess he hadn't seen me yet. I was looking at the two interacting from the top of the stairs.

"Yes, I'm here." I said, announcing my presence to my mom and Finn.

My mom glanced up and down at my outfit. She had a disapproving look on her face that I knew all too well. I realized I was still wearing the jogging that I put on right after school. That was what I usually did after school. Put on my sweatpants and lie in bed until I had to do homework or eat dinner. I knew that Finn was coming over and I also knew that this wasn't the first time that he had seen me in my comfortable clothes, so why would he care? My mom, of course, cared that I looked like a complete slob, but I personally couldn't be bothered.

I quickly walked downstairs and gave Finn a quick peck on the lips when my mom wasn't looking.

"Hey Finn." I said with a smile on my face but I knew my eyes weren't doing the same. That was how you spotted the difference between a real smile and a fake one. But I was pretty sure that Finn had no idea. He wasn't too smart.

"Hi, Santana." He said with a dopy smile. He was wearing the same jeans he wore practically everyday with a grey sweater that he had in five colors. That was basically his outfit every single day, of course with different combinations.

I closed the door behind Finn as we walked inside the house. Even though he had been here quite a few times, he acted like he was walking on eggshells for some reason or another. I had no idea why but I guess he was just that sort of guy.

"What are we eating mom?" I asked even though I already knew the answer. But the tension just felt awkward and I wanted something different than the current silence.

"We are eating spaghetti, dear." My mom said with a big smile on her face. What a big difference from just two seconds ago.

My mom walked up to me and whispered in my ear. "What are you even wearing? You should dress up for your boyfriend. You are going to lose him if you don't put in any effort for him."

I snorted and hoped that my mom hadn't heard. "It's not like he put in lot of effort for me. He's wearing the same clothes he wore today at school."

Okay, I technically had not seen him at school today but I knew Finn. He was just as lazy as me and I was sure that he hadn't changed for a casual dinner at the Lopez's residence.

"But he's a boy and you're a girl. You are supposed to look pretty for your man."

"Wow, mom. You are such a role model for strong, independent women." I sarcastically said.

"Don't use that tone with me, young lady." My mom hissed between her gritted teeth.

Fine. Whatever. "Sorry, mom." I said even though it wasn't genuine.

"So, how is school, Finn?" My mom turned around and addressed Finn who had totally not paid attention to the conversation that had just happened between my mom and I.

"School is fine. Thanks for asking Maria."

Now that he had permission to use her first name, was he really going to use it in every sentence? Really?

"You are in your last year now, right?"

"Yes. My final year and then I go off to University."

"Are you going to stay in Antwerp or are you going to another city?"

I realized I didn't even know the answers to these questions and he was my boyfriend. I guess it hadn't really sunk in that Finn wasn't going to be at my school next year and I was. Universities worked a little different here. There basically wasn't any tuition. Everyone who wanted to could go to university. But it was quite hard so it wasn't meant for everyone. You basically had three big universities. Antwerp, Ghent and Leuven. I was definitely going to Leuven without a doubt. Far away from the reign of my mother, plus I had heard it was amazing.

"I think I will stay in Antwerp. My mom wants me to stay."

Finn's dad had died in a car accident a couple of years ago. His mom was the only one Finn had and vice versa. They were quite close and sometimes even I was jealous of their relationship. As you may or may not have noticed, my mom and I weren't all that close.

"That's sweet that you want to stay here for your mom. But you shouldn't let your mom keep you from achieving your dreams or goals."

"That's true, but the university of Antwerp is around the same level as the university of Leuven, so I guess it doesn't matter much, does it?"

My mom simply nodded. "That's true."

She put the pot of pasta and the bowl of the tomato sauce on the table. I sat across from Finn, who was smiling at me kind of awkwardly.

"So how was your first week at school?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "It was fine I guess. The teachers seem a lot tougher, though."

"Yeah, the fifth year is kind of hard, trust me. A lot of my friends had trouble with all the work, me included."

That was anything but motivating to me, if that was his intention.

"Yeah, there's a new girl in my class, though. Her name's Brittany and she's pretty nice." I said.

Finn looked puzzled but then seemed to find what he was looking for in his mind. "Is she the girl that wears the crazy outfits? I've seen her around at school and she looks absolutely insane."

I stared down at my plate. Everyone saw Brittany as the weird girl that wore panda hats and yellow pants with red sweaters that had unicorns taped on them. Yet she was so much more than that. But people didn't see that. People only saw the parts of you they wanted and I for one hated that.

"Yeah that's Brittany." I simply said.

"Dinner's ready." My mom yelled even though we were only a couple of meters away.

"Smells amazing, Maria." Finn said. Kiss ass I thought.

"Thank you Finn. At least someone appreciates all the hard work I put into making dinner every single night." I decided not to respond to her comments.

"How was your first week?" I asked Finn.

"It was good. Now that we're seniors, teachers seem a lot nicer than last year. My class is fun and so are my teachers."

"Sounds good."

My mom interrupted our conversation once again. "Santana, call your dad and tell him dinner is ready. He's upstairs working."

"Dad is home?" I asked surprised. I had absolutely no idea that he was home. I hadn't seen him that much the past week and my dad and I were usually very close.

"Yes, but he has a lot of work for today, so you can't disturb him." If Dad was really busy working at the moment it made sense I had yet to see him. But my dad would never think of me as a disturbance during his work.

"I'll go call him." I scooted my chair back and ran upstairs. I arrived at the top floor where my dad's office was and I knocked on his door. Maybe he was in the middle of a phone call or something?

"Yes?" I heard the deep sound of my father's voice. His voice was low and powerful. In general, my dad was one of the sweetest guys that I knew. But if he got mad, you better run as fast and far as you could. His voice terrified everyone.

I walked in. I could tell from his facial expression that he was happy to see me.

"Santana. I missed you." My dad stood up from his chair to give me a hug. I placed my head against his strong chest so that I could hear his heartbeat. Hugging my dad would always remain one of my favorites things to do. I was definitely a daddy's girl.

"I missed you too, dad. You've been working way too hard lately."

My dad sighed deeply. "I know, San. It has been really tough at the office. And someone needs to bring the money in. But now onto more important things, how was your first week of school?"

I sighed deeply, mimicking him. "Boring. The teachers keep telling us that it's going to be a hard year and that half of us are bound to fail or change classes."

My dad simply shrugged. "They probably say that for a reason. Fifth year is hard. It was hard back in my day so I don't expect it to have changed over the years. I'm not that old yet." My dad laughed.

My dad was actually a really funny guy. He always made a lot of jokes that everyone liked.

"That's true. You're not that old." I emphasized.

He laughed and poked me in my stomach. "And do you have a fun class? With all of your friends?" He asked.

"Yes, my class is fine. Oh, mom asked me to come get you. Dinner is ready. And Finn is here." I just realized that I had left Finn alone with my mom. Poor him. He was definitely getting grilled with tons of questions right now.

"Good, I'm starving." My dad patted his belly. He was a little overweight but that was normal for a dad.

We walked downstairs and arrived in the kitchen. Finn quickly got up when he saw my dad. Even though my dad had been nothing but kind to Finn, he still seemed somewhat intimidated by him.

"Good evening, Mr. Lopez." He shook hands with my dad.

"Finn, good to see you. You can call me Marcus by the way. You and Santana have been dating long enough for us to be on a first-name basis." My dad said.

"Thank you, Marcus." Finn said happily.

We all sat down and nobody really knew what to say. There was this weird tension hanging around the room. But then luckily, my mom started telling some of her boring stories once again. I zoned out for the rest of the dinner, sometimes talking with my dad or with Finn but certainly not with my mom.

We cleaned up after dinner and Finn and I went upstairs to watch a movie.

"What movie do you want to watch?" I asked Finn.

"Do you have a James Bond one?" Finn asked. He jumped onto the bed.

"Uhm, no I don't. We could watch one of the Harry Potter movies."

Finn grunted. "Fine, I guess. I've already seen them all."

I put the DVD into my laptop and placed it on my lap. I turned off the lights and pushed play.

"Your mom is nice." Finn said.

"No, she isn't. Don't get confused." I mumbled.

"She's nice to me." Finn said.

"That makes one of us but be quiet, the movie started."

We watched the movie in silence. It was the third one and that was my favorite. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban also happened to be my favorite book of the series. After about a half an hour, I suddenly felt Finn's arm snake around me. What the hell was he planning on doing?

"Kiss me." Finn said. I was frozen for a moment. Who says that? I mean for fuck's sakes. Was he kidding me?

Finn closed his eyes and pouted his lips. Did he really think that this was attractive? I mean who the fuck would think that was attractive. But then again, I didn't want to lose him. So I kissed him. We kissed for a couple minutes but then I turned my head towards the movie once again.

"We should watch the end of the movie." I said.

Finn grunted. He closed the laptop and put it on the floor. "I don't want to watch the movie. I want to spend some time with my girlfriend. I mean, when was the last time we actually made out? You haven't even let me touch your boobs." Finn whined.

"Is that the only thing that's important to you in our relationship? Are you kidding me?" I said angrily.

"No, of course not. But goddamn it Santana, you're my girlfriend. You should let me touch your boobs for once." Finn said. Finn's hands were suddenly everywhere. He was trying to pull op my shirt.

"Fuck no." I jumped off the bed. "Get out." I yelled at him.

"What the fuck, Santana? Are you kidding me?" Finn jumped off the bed too.

"No, I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out." I yelled.

"Fine. Fucking prude." Finn grunted while taking his backpack off the floor.

I sighed deeply and dropped down onto my bed. Fuck. What had I done now?


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