finn & santana, finn’s house.
Santana struggled to keep herself from rolling her eyes at him. Having mono sure made Finn not himself, she wasn’t sure if she was turned on or annoyed. “I came to say sorry and stuff.” She mumbled just loud enough for the two of them to hear. Shifting her weight between her feet, she looked down and then around his room. It was obvious he wasn’t a a very clean person, she shook her head and looked back at him.
Once his mother left, Santana sighed and walked closer to Finn’s bed. “I’m sorry.” She said again louder. “For you know, giving you mono.” She added biting down on her lower lip. Waiting for his reply Santana looked down at him. When he said nothing she rolled her eyes and groaned. “C’mon. You were totally making Quinn cheat on Sam, and you bitched about getting cheated on. It wasn’t fair to Sam.” She ended crossing her arms over her chest.
Even if he was dead tired, Finn had to arch an eyebrow at her words. Sorry? He didn’t even know that that word even existed in Santana Lopez’s vocabulary. It was ridiculous. Sighing to himself, Finn forced himself to sit up, putting his pillow behind his head to help support him a bit. “Wow, that’s very big of you,” he sighed, biting down on his lip as he pulled his covers up over himself. “I didn’t even know that you knew how to say that word,” he snipped. He was allowed to be a little mad at her and to be as mean as he could ever really get right now.
“Oh, so you were doing this because of Sam?” he questioned, even though he knew better. Sure, he could be a little dense from time to time but he wasn’t that stupid. Santana Lopez only did things if she had something in it for her. “So are you into him or something now? Because there is no way that anything you do is selfless.” If anyone knew that, it was Finn. After all, this was the girl who only slept with him because she wanted the reputation boost of saying that she took the quarterback’s v-card. Even after she admitted that she thought he was about as sexy as a cabbage patch doll or something. That had stung more than it needed to. A lot of what Santana said really stung with him… unfortunately. He had never understood why.