Author's note: This is set after Finn and Rachel broke up
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"Don't have to be a genius to figure out what's between us"
Santana strutted down the hallway with her signature smirk across her face. Her parents were gone for the weekend and she knew just exactly what she wanted to do. And who to do it with.
"Hey Finnocence," She grins up at the tall football player.
He raises his eyebrow and looks at her in confusion, "yes..?"
"Heard you were having trouble in Spanish," she smiles innocently up at him.
He frowns and nods, "yeah, I just don't get it…"
"I can help you."
"You don't help people, Santana." he looked at her and rolled his eyes, then smirked, "you fuck them."
Her mouth hangs open as she glares at him, "Don't fucking talk to me like that!" she yelled at him and slapped him, "fine! You can flunk Spanish and get kicked off the football team."
He put his hand on his cheek and watches her strut off. That was the most action he got in weeks after his break up with Rachel. He sighed and slammed his locker. Truth was that he really did need help and that Santana could happen. He didn't know what she wanted to do with him because she has always insulted him by calling him names and shit. But she was right, he took it too far, he should apologize. Like the gentleman his mom taught him to be. And he didn't want to get kicked off the team. Azimio and Karofsky would make his life hell. He decided to talk to her before Glee club.
Finn waited outside the door, his back to the wall, until she came.
"Santana." he started his sentence but when the Latina's eyes met his, he was at loss for words. Everyone has always said she was hot. And she was, don't get him wrong. But at that moment he realized that she was more than just hot, or just a piece of ass someone can tap over the weekend. She was pretty. Gorgeous, beautiful.
"Cat got your tongue?" she narrowed her brows as she looked at him.
He sighed and pursed his lips, "look Santana, I'm sorry about earlier, you're right. I do need tutoring."
"What makes you think I'm going to help you now?" she scoffed at him as she walked inside.
"Santana!" he sighed and grabbed her wrist gently, pulling her back into the hallway, "please."
She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, "Fine, I'll help you. My house at 7?"
He grinned childishly and nodded, "thanks, San.."
She would have never let anyone call her that, but she shrugged it off and walked inside the choir room. Finn counted to ten before he entered behind her.
Rachel's eyes were envious. She wasn't stupid. She could tell something was up. She heard about what happened earlier that day. She got up and approached Finn.
"I knew you'd go back to her once you broke up with me," she said boldly.
"The hell…?"
"You're with Santana," her voice got louder.
"Shh!" his eyes widened, "no, I'm not with Santana!"
"Oh, I'm sorry." She rolled her eyes and corrected herself, "being promiscuous with Santana."
"You know, Rachel, it's really hard to be nice to you right now." He smiled politely at her as he walked towards his seat.
"Finn!"
"No, Rachel." He looked at her sternly, "don't 'Finn' me. And don't assume things about me. Or other people! Mind your business. And if you want to be my friend, actually believe me for once."
Rachel sighed and went back to her seat without another word.
That night Finn was nervous. He didn't really know why. He's seen Santana everyday for years now, why should this be any different? He gathered his books and got into his car.
When he got to Santana's house, he hesitantly knocked on her door. He chewed on his lip waiting for her to answer. She got up and answered the door. She smirked up at him.
"You're late, Finny."
"Yeah, sorry, I lost my book."
"You lost your book…" She repeated his words trying to process if he was dumb or something was neurologically wrong with him.
He nodded nonchalantly and smiled at her.
"Come in…" her voice trailed as she stepped aside.
They got settled down on her couch, she stared at him.
"So, what chapter are you guys on?"
"I don't know.." he stared off into space, focusing hard on trying to remember anything from class.
"Oh wow.." she nodded, "I'll say things from each chapter and see if you recognize anything, and once you don't… I'll stop and we'll go from there. Sound good?"
"Uh.. Sure?" he wasn't sure if that would help. He never paid attention in class.
"Hola!"
He looked at her worried, shaking his head.
"This is chapter one. And bee-tee-dubs, that means hello."
He nods, "see, learning things already!"
She laughed softly and shook her head, "this is not good, Finn. We're gonna be here all night."
"As long as I learn something, that's fine with me." He grinned at her.
He was too happy. It annoyed her sometimes. Why is he always happy? He's always smiling and so nice to people. Don't people annoy him? I mean /someone/ has to. Not everyone can be liked. Even if it's by Finn. She didn't get why he could be so cheerful when his dad died when he was young and his girlfriend cheated on him. They lived in Ohio, for Christ's sake, anyone there should be depressed.
But, she couldn't help but smile back at him, "ok, if it's ok with your mom."
"She won't mind," he said to her, "I told her I was sleeping over at Puck's."
"You still do that? I mean girl sleepovers, yeah, but…" she tried not to laugh.
"She bought it…" he shrugged.
She nodded, "hey. Are you hungry? Thirsty? We have food, I'm sorry I didn't offer you any before."
He chuckled, "sure. I could use a break."
She smiled and got up, walking to the kitchen. He followed her and looked around, "damn your house is nice."
"Uh, thanks," she said and opened the refrigerator door, "we have chicken, Chinese."
Finn couldn't help but check her house. He was a teenage boy, he couldn't help himself! He leaned against the counter and nodded, "I could eat anything."
She turned to him; "well I want Chinese, if that's ok with you?"
"That's fine with me," he grinned.
She heated up the food and they started eating. Straight from the box.
"Where is this from? It's really good." He said with a mouthful of noodles.
She laughed at him, "a place down the street. I can't pronounce the name and it's really ghetto but they have the best Kung Pao Chicken. I'll show it to you one day."
He grinned and nodded, "awesome."
Finn noticed she had some sauce on her chin. He didn't know if he should tell her. Or if that would embarrass her. He reached out without thinking and wiped it away with his finger. Her eyes widened and he immediately retracted his hand and uttered a soft "sorry."
"It's okay." She looked away saying the words just as soft, or even softer, than he did.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, "I should go."
"Why? Because some stupid awkward moment. You're going to fail your test," she looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"If you're going to insult me then I'm leaving!" he shook his head and walked towards the door.
She walked after him, "Finn, stop!"
Before she reached the door, it was slammed in her face. She groaned and opened the door, yelling after him, "you forgot your books, you moron!"
He gritted his teeth and turned to her, walking back to the door, "stop treating me like I don't matter. Like I don't care about what you say. It hurts. I haven't done anything to you."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "yes, you did."
He frowned and stepped closer to her, speaking softly, "I hurt you."
"It doesn't matter anymore. Just go."
"No. I want to know what I did for you to think that I hurt you." he lifted her chin up to look at him.
"You said that I didn't mean anything. That." she sighed and avoided his eye contact, "that /night/ didn't mean anything."
He closed his eyes and shook his head, "of course it meant something. That was my first time. But you act like having sex is just for fun. A /hobby/ when to other people. /normal/ people.. It's for when people love each other. Or at least, like each other. We used each other."
She sighed and nodded, "would you have done it differently?"
"I don't know.. Maybe I should have spent time with you a little before that. Got to know you, instead of getting to know your vagina." he looked at her.
She laughed and shook her head.
"What?"
"People say you're dumb. But you're really not. They just don't understand you.."
"I'm not the only one."
"What do you mean?" she looked at him.
"People misunderstand you all the time," he looked at her.
She couldn't help but smile. She was misunderstood. She put on this fake exterior people were too dumb to even realize it was fake. She had feelings too, you know?
"Come on, get your books." she let him walk in and gather his things.
He looked at her and smiled as he walked towards the door once more, "I know how I can repay you."
"And How's that?"
he grinned at her and leaned in slowly, kissing her softly. She stood there for a while before she kissed him back slightly.
Finn pulled away and patted her shoulder, "I'll take you out on a date. And actually get to know you. Trust me, it'll be nice."
She nodded, still stunned at what just happened, looking at him, "goodnight…?"
"Yeah.. Night.. See you tomorrow."
She closed the door as he left. Leaning against it. Thinking to herself. What just happened? Finn kissed Santana. And it didn't feel forced like that night last year. It felt nice.