| Finntana photo-prompt |
"Put me down." Santana yells, kicking the air. She's trying hard to keep her cool, doing whatever she can not to giggle, because that would be gross and so out of character. It would put her in the same category as all the other girls. Santana isn't like them.
"Nope." Her boyfriend insists, tickling her sides. "Finn, come on, stop!" The Latina asks again. "Okay, fine, I promise never to refer to you as chubby in front of the whole glee club plus Coach Sylvester again." Santana finally gives in, but only because this position is uncomfortable as fuck and giving in would be easier than not being able to stand on her own legs after he finally puts her down.
The quarterback places her gently on the ground. "Thanks, San, appreciate it." He chuckles and sits himself down on the grass. Finn grabs his girlfriend by the waist and pulls her closer to him.
Santana rests her head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Quarter a mile from where they are sitting, some kids play catch. Today is the first day in the longest time she is able to say, "I feel so free. And it's all your fault." It's true and she knows it. Not even the fact that she tries so desperately not to show the immensity of her love for him will stop her from feeling it.
"I love you." He says and it's like he's reading her mind.
"I love you too." Santana replies, smiling her heart out and, for once, she doesn't feel like pulling her tough girl mask on. She's just her, Santana Lopez, and she loves Finn Hudson in a way she never thought she could love anyone.