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Disclaimer: if I owned Glee, Finntana would be on. And I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, would I?
Let's be honest, where else would she go if she just broke up with her jack-ass of a boyfriend? Back to Lima, O-bye-o (she's proud of that nickname, shut up.) And then she remembered that jack-ass basically made her disown her parents. She doesn't know where Quinn's gone. Or Britts. Or anyone else. She knows where Finn lives, though. Probably in that quite large looking apartment above his state famous pizza place. Call it intuition. And the fact that his Facebook statuses are remotely amusing so she didn't unfriend him. She's desperate, okay? She spent her last $50 on gas so she can leave Cleveland and that whole life and go back to the pit they call Lima, Ohio. She doesn't have anywhere to stay and she doesn't have a dime for a motel. Her parents won't answer if she calls. He is her only option. She keeps telling herself that as she rings the buzzer that says 'Finn Hudson' next to the restaurant door. Only option.
"Hello?" she hears the staticcy and far too familiar voice of Finn Hudson. Only option.
"Um. Hello." she doesn't realise she'd been crying until she hears the hoarseness in her voice. She probably looks like hell.
Silence. Silence. A light turns on inside and she's quite impressed. He's wearing a Yankees jersey and cargo shorts. He looks, she hates to say it, good. And bewildered. He unlocks the door and opens it, not hiding his shock. "Santana Lopez?"
Santana rolls her eyes, "No, that other Latina you've known since Second Grade." She retorted, before squeezing her eyes shut annoyed at herself. Great way to begin. She opened her eyes when she heard a low chuckle. She saw Finn looking at her face, laughing, his smile reaching his eyes.
She finds it kind of adorable. Shut up. "What are you doing here?" He asked after a few seconds of awkward silence. She tensed.
"A story for another time... Finn." she began, taking a deep breath as she sat at one of the mix-and-match tables. "Could I stay here tonight?" she looked down at the floor, a hint of vulnerability betraying her.
Finn's voice dripped with concern. "Of course, San. Are you in trouble? Will I be, like, harbouring a criminal?" he joked weakly. Santana rolled her eyes.
"I didn't kill anyone and.." she stops herself before she could say something that would kick her out, "I just don't want to talk about it." she sighed heavily.
Finn nodded understandably. "You can sleep in my bed tonight and tomorrow we'll get you a bed. No arguments." he added sternly. It impressed her. That doesn't mean she agreed.
"Finnocence, you sleep in your bed and I'll sleep on the couch." Finn ignored her and picked up her bag.
"Hurry up." he told her, "I'm missing my show."
She would tell him to shut the hell up because she doesn't care about some show but he did just, like, not kick her out. So she just rolls her eyes and follows him through the kitchen (that smells like heaven) and up the stairs to a well-decorated apartment. She guesses that was Kurt. Well done, Porcelain.
He dumps her bag on the kitchen table, does the thing that records your show on his TiVo and turns to face her. "Bathroom is.." he pointed to the door on the end of the hallway thing, "You can guess where the kitchen is." He smirked. She didn't know it was possible. "The bedroom is through those curtains. And this is the living room, obviously." She turns to walk into the room before Finn shouts 'wait'. "I'll clean it up now." He adds and passes her through the curtains. Santana couldn't do anything but laugh. He is so dumb. She turns to see what he was watching and freezes. He had turned it over to the news, that has a picture of her on there saying "missing". She switches the damn thing off.