A/N: So, this is my first fanfiction, if you could call it that. It's more of an unfinished drabble that I figured I'd finally post. Finntana is quickly becoming my OTP, and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Reviews would be appreciated. Thanks, lovelies. xx
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. If I did, I would be on Glee and married to Santana Lopez.
Finn Hudson didn't know how it had changed or when it had changed; but it had. It was the way she laughed at something Brittany would say, the way her entire face lit up when she smiled. The side that she let no one else see. Because she was Santana fucking Lopez. The undisputed HBIC of McKinley High. There was more to her personality than she let on though, more to her than the vapid, bitchy side that she showed to everyone else. More than the need to stay head bitch of the school. Finn had been studying her for awhile; totally not in a creepy way though. He's not like Jewfro, who likes to.. what's the word? Invase.. No, right. Invade Rachel's personal space. (He's totally been brushing up on his vocabulary to impress her). It was the little things that Finn noticed. Like, how her nose crinkled slightly in distaste whenever something didn't go her way, or the hurt in her eyes whenever she had to be at the base of the pyramid with the freshmen, while Quinn gloated at the top. Finn definitely wasn't the brightest football player on the field, but he was way more observant than people gave him credit for. And, if he was being honest with himself, being with Rachel was just kind of exhausting. There's only so many times that he can tell her that she's pretty, before the sentiment loses it's meaning. Not to mention, that he gets a little scared whenever that headstrong, determined light comes into her eyes and the fact that he feels his eyes glaze over whenever she starts talking about solos and Jewish babies, or whatever it is that she tends to babble on about. He knows it's wrong, a deep nagging in the back of his head, but he can't help it that his eyes always drift over to the Latina. It's not just that she's super hot, because she totally is, but she has a sense of vulnerability about her that he wants to understand. Like when, she sees Brittany and Artie together and her face seems to drop. And he thinks that it's kind of cool that she can hold her own so well. Other then when she's insulting him with phrases that he sometimes can't grasp.
Anyone who knows Finn knows that he isn't exactly the most romantic person, or the best with words. In fact, Quinn had to all but shout that she liked him at him for him to finally understand. So, what possessed him to want to be with Santana Lopez? Not only one of the most complex girls that he knows, but also one that sometimes, admittedly, makes him want to curl up in a ball and hide when she sends that bitch glare in his general direction. Maybe it was the sheer force of wanting something that he couldn't have, or maybe he had lied to himself and her that night in the hotel room when he said that their tryst hadn't meant anything to him. Because it had. And he had never experienced the urge to run so far and fast in his life, ever. Even when he had those horrifying dreams of mailmen chasing after him in search of revenge.
He wasn't hoping for a fairytale ending, but a coffee would be nice.