Santana lay beside him, looking out the hotel room window. Passing cars swept angles of light over her skin. Being so near her nudity, Finn thought he would feel more like a man. Instead he felt like a sucker, but he didn't know what the con had been.
So he didn't know what to say to Santana. His body wanted to sleep, but Finn couldn't. He thought of Rachel; it didn't help.
Santana stirred and sat. Finn didn't look at her breasts. "Was it good for you?" she asked. He heard the way her voice cracked with sarcasm. She knew.