It had been three years and he still couldn't get her out of his head. He sighed heavily thinking back to the day she had told him. "I'm going to New York Finn, you knew this might happen" she had said bluntly. "I'll always love you but I can't let you keep me from my destiny" Of course he had tried to win her around with romantic gestures but her mind was made up. He had stayed in Lima and she had left. Most of his other friends had left too, only Finn was still there, working for an insurance company of all things. He had maintained a vague hope of them keeping a long distance relationship but within six months she had broken it off saying she had met someone else and he couldn't blame her. It was hard being apart. Too many things could get in the way, there were too many temptations. It didn't make it any easier to bear though. He missed her like crazy. Here he was on a Friday night, sitting alone in a bar after work, feeling sorry for himself and reminiscing with a beer.

He was just about to grab his coat after draining the last of his seventh beer when he heard a voice behind him. A voice he'd not heard since graduation, a voice as silky and smooth as butter.

"Finnocence" she said and he spun around, shocked that she was here in Lima again. When he saw her his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Uh, hey Santana" he muttered feeling as dumb as she always made him feel. She smirked in response, obviously enjoying the reaction. Santana Lopez had moved to California to go to college and the sun had certainly been good to her. Her sleek, black hair was curled and loose around her tanned slim shoulders and her eyes twinkled dangerously. She had a long red dress on with a scooped neckline, her cleavage pushed up so far it looked like it was going to burst out of her dress. "You're back." he said stupidly trying not to stare at her breasts.

"For one night only" she said smiling at him with her red lips before sitting down on the stool next to him. "I'll have a screwdriver and a beer for my friend here" she told the bartender, digging in her purse for a ten dollar bill.

"You look good Santana" he said realising he was a little drunk. "Thanks for the beer. So why are you back?" he asked her.

"I had to come back to get my passport and say bye to my mom and dad" she explained, brushing aside his compliment. "I'm flying to Rome next weekend for a year to complete my course" he nodded in approval at her.

"Wow that's pretty awesome San" He said slurring his words slightly "I'm really proud of you, at least one of us hass done good" he took a long drink of his beer.

"You haven't done so badly Finnocence" she said putting her hand on his arm. "You've got a good job, hopefully not still living with your mom and Burt" she laughed softly. "There's more to life than Rachel Berry you know" she said squeezing his arm.

"I know you're right San" he agreed before finishing the last of his drink and wiping his mouth with his beer napkin. "I do have my own place by the way" he told her laughing back gently. "I'm not that much of a Lima Loser"

"I never thought you were a loser Finn" she said taking the straw between her lips and sucking some more of her cocktail down. He stared at her lips, entranced by how full and red they were. When Santana talked you had to watch those lips, they were pretty hot, even when they were spitting insults at people. Still she seemed a little different now, more mellow, nice even. "So, are you gonna show me your apartment?" she asked, finishing her drink and wriggling down off the bar stool. His head shot up surprised by her request. She had never really shown him any interest in High School aside from their one disastrous night together.

"Do you wanna come over San?" he asked her smiling at the beautiful brunette. "I can make you another screwdriver" he offered chuckling to himself and hopping off the bar stool, wobbling a little before straightening up.

"I thought you'd never ask" she smirked taking his arm as he led the way back to his apartment.