A/N: Okay, I haven't written a serious fanfic for about four years. xD So forgive me if it's not the greatest. But I really wanted to write some Samtana, because honestly, I love the idea of those two, and I wish the writers would actually give them some real substance instead of just using them as plot device (which is probably all they'll be). I feel like they could be really sweet together, and different and interesting. I know I'm in the minority here, haha. Anyway, I figured I should write a fanfic for them since I love the pairing, and there's barely any Samtana fics.

She was only going out with him out of boredom, because she wanted to mess things up for Quinn, and she was lonely when her only real friend was off with her boyfriend all the time.

He was only going out with her to spite Quinn, the girl who had cheated on him and lied about it.

They weren't supposed to actually like each other or anything.

So when Santana actually found herself laughing at Sam's stupid jokes or his geeky references, she started to feel worried. And when she found herself spending time with him, and really just spending time, and not just making out or fooling around (they haven't actually had sex yet), she got even more concerned.

Santana Lopez was not supposed to like the guy she was dating.

Granted, any male graced with the change to revel in her expertise at sexual pleasure should definitely be entirely grateful. Obviously.

For Santana, there should be no… emotions involved. Santana didn't really do that emotional stuff. Of course, she loved Brittany, her long time best friend, and sometimes she'd get caught up in the whole letting your emotions out thing that Glee club was all about (and okay, she really did like that part about it, she was serious when she'd said it was the best part of her day).

But for Santana, her "love life" consisted of making love. She'd never actually had a boyfriend where she had strong feelings for. Sure, Puck had been her friend for a long time, and she did care about him, but not in a mushy way. She only did it with him or fooled around when they were both bored, and she only was possessive of him because she felt like she was entitled to that.

Though deep down, she knew she wasn't entitled to anything.

Before Sam had broken up with Quinn, on Valentine's Day at Breadstix, Santana had shared a glance with Sam, and sure, it felt like they had connected. But connected to Santana was just that they shared an attraction, nothing more, and she knew she'd be on him sooner or later, and be feeling up those abs she was sure were stone-hard. It was honestly all she had in mind. There wasn't going to be any…feelings and shit.

She hadn't expected him to try to make conversation with her. It wasn't usually how Santana's relationships had gone.

"Santana, I am telling you, it is the most legendary movie series you'll ever see. I can't believe you haven't seen them before." Sam was ranting about Star Wars, something that Santana had both surprisingly and not surprisingly never bothered to try, despite all the popularity. Sam had looked at her incredulously when she had said she wasn't interested.

"Sam, please," Santana interrupted harshly, starting to get pissed off. "When I said I want on those froggy lips, I meant I wanted to be on them, not listening to them yapping about this stupid nerdy shit I don't care about, and never will. We're not supposed to be friends, we're not conversation buddies, and I'm not interested in your stupid obsessions. I'm not Quinn, okay? I know you're only going out with me 'cause you want to get over Miss Perfect Blondie, and you know what I'm only interested in."

Sam looked hurt, and Santana felt a pang of something- guilt? regret? She never felt regret for hurting people's feelings.

"I'm... sorry, San," Sam said reproachfully, and Santana was taken aback. Since when had he started calling her San?

Suddenly she didn't want to talk anymore in fear of actually getting into a serious conversation, because it looked like Sam was going to say something about Santana's unfortunate habit of putting up walls every time he tried engage in actually getting to know her (walls that were becoming less and less prominent and Santana had to fix that somehow- if she hurt the boy's feelings, so be it).

And it wasn't like she was going to tell him that it was because she was actually afraid if they got too close she might start to like him or something- so instead she pushed her lips on his, messily entangled her hands through his hair, and silenced him the way she knew how to silence boys best.

It was another day in Glee club, before class had started. Sam had yet to come to class. Santana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. After Rachel had stood up to her last week, she had become less and less at ease being around the other Glee members. She knew she was harsh, but hell, she was Santana, the biggest bitch in the school, and she'd honestly thought that the Glee members had accepted her for it. She'd thought they'd seen past her catty, mean exterior and liked her. Maybe she wasn't exactly chummy with all of them, but she didn't think they all resented her so much.

So without Sam by her side, Santana had no idea why- it was just another normal day, and she was Santana fucking Lopez, she wasn't supposed to feel vulnerable- but she started to get nervous. She started to feel weirdly panicked. Santana hated feeling alone. She hated feeling like that one stupid person in the room who wasn't talking to anyone- she hated feeling like an outsider when she was better than all of them (except for Brittany). But Brittany was busy sitting on the other side the row and talking to Artie. She crossed her arms, and her heart started pounding.

Then Sam walked in.

She instantly felt a rush of relief and almost felt like breaking out into a genuine smile- which confused the hell out of her. He took his seat next to her, smiled that goofy grin of his, which Santana found infuriatingly endearing. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her heart resumed its normal pace, and she leaned on him a little.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated, since I haven't written a fic in so long :D