Okay, so here's the thing. Santana's super fucking grateful that Rachel and Kurt took her in when she needed a place to stay, but she didn't know that living with them meant she had to become their fucking house maid. Seriously, though. Rachel leaves all her stuff around the apartment and Santana has picked up at least one of every type of clothing known to man. And Kurt always leaves his dishes in the sink, hoping that, who knows, the fucking dishwashing fairy will come and wash it for him. Santana ends up being the one having to wash them and put them in the dishwasher. Not to mention the fact that Brody walks around the place acting like a fucking king. And Rachel just goes along with it. She waits on the guy hand and foot. Like, what the fuck? She didn't come to New York to clean up after other people like she's their fucking mom. Hell to the fucking no.
And quite frankly, she's sick of it.
So now she's looking for somewhere else she can live. She needs to get the hell out of the apartment as soon as possible. The thing is, though, she didn't exactly tellRachel and Kurt yet. Sure, she's dropped some hints about maybe finding her own place, but she hasn't really told them that she's serious about it. She figures she'll tell them when she actually finds a place.
After about only a week of looking she finally finds an apartment. It's only like two blocks from her place now and she already went to go see it. She decides it's perfect. And because her daddy loves her, he agrees that he'll pay for everything while she gets herself on her feet. Which she is doing, by the way.
She's taking a few dance classes (thank you, daddy) at NYADA and the first day she showed up she was asked by the instructor if she wanted to come back and teach of few of the younger kids. NYADA has this early-start dance academy that parent's can pay to send their kids too. The instructor, Daniel, told her that she would get paid and that she'd have free range to teach however she wants to as long as the parents get what they're paying for. So, hell fucking yes, she took the job. She's already trained in ballet and hip-hop so they just assigned her to those two classes.
And usually Santana hates kids. Well, she doesn't hatekids but, you know, she doesn't really enjoy them. But surprisingly, these kids are like super fucking cool. They are all really talented and they listen to her and shit so she doesn't have a problem with any them. There's this one girl in her ballet class that reminds her exactly of herself at her first ballet classes. It's cute. And you know what? She likes her job. Actually, she kinda loves it. She loves being able to provide for herself (even if sometimes daddy puts money into her bank account, thinking she doesn't notice). It's a good feeling.
Her father calls her one day while she's walking home from the dance studio and tells her that all the paperwork is signed her apartment is ready for her to move into whenever she's ready. Maybe she squeals in the middle of a busy New York sidewalk, but she's excited, okay? She's never had a place to herself. Like a realplace to call her own so she thinks she's allotted some excitement. She thanks her dad and tells him she'll call him later tonight to get all the details and stuff then she practically runs home to start packing.
Is it obvious how eager she is to get the fuck out?
She gets to the apartment she shares with Rachel and Kurt in record time and pushes the door open with a wide smile on her face. Rachel and Kurt are on the couch watching their weekly dose of Barbra Streisand (Rachel has this thing where she hasto watch at least one Barbra Streisand movie every week, it's weird, but whatever). Santana walks over to them and stands in front of the t.v. placing her hands on her hips.
"I'm moving out."
So the conversation about Santana moving out didn't go as well as she planned. But it's not like she gives a shit about what they had to say anyway. She was moving out whether they liked it or not so, yeah. They basically told her that it was rude that she didn't give them, like, a heads up or something so they could work out the money and stuff and yeah, Santana could've done that, but she didn't, so, boo hoo. It's not her problem anymore. Then she told them that she was most likely gonna be gone by tomorrow and that she'll still pay her third of the rent for this month before leaving.
Which she did.
Now, she's standing in her brand new apartment with her suitcase by her side and smile on her face and she feels like, accomplished or something. Whoever said that Santana Lopez wouldn't make it in New York needs to seriously fuck off and die because guess what? She's made it, bitches.
Her parents are flying in today to help her go furniture shopping and stuff and her mom told her that they would pay for everything. She said it was kind of like a housewarming gift from the both of them. They really don't need to give her any gifts, but Santana is not complaining. She loves being spoiled by her parents. She's an only child so she was spoiled a lot as a child. She still is kind of spoiled, actually. But fuck you if you think that makes her a brat. Because it doesn't. And she isn't one.
About an hour later she gets a knock on her door and pulls it open to find her parents. They're both smiling brightly at her and Santana jumps forward to give them hugs and kisses on their cheeks.
After she grabs their hands, bringing them inside, she slams the door shut with her foot and says, "Thank you so much, daddy. I love it."
Her dad smiles, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You deserve it, princess." Santana smiles brightly and takes them on a little tour. She shows them the bathroom, the master bedroom, where her mother comments on the big walk-in closet, and finally the spare bedroom she has. While walking down the hall, her dad asks, "Did you want to get a roommate or something, Santana?"
Santana shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. I wasn't really looking for one."
"We just don't want you to be alone all the time, sweetheart." Her mother chimes in. Her father nods, wrapping his arm around her dad's waist. "New York is very dangerous city and-"
"And I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." Santana says, cutting her off and crossing her arms over her chest.
Her mother sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, too. Can you see where she gets it from? "It would just make us feel better knowing that there was someone else here with you."
Santana sighs, rolling her eyes. She knows that her parents care and that's why they're bringing this up. So she'll go along with it. "Maybe." she says, giving in. "Maybe after I've settled in and stuff I'll start asking around."
Her mother and her father both smile graciously at her and nod. "That's all we ask." Her mom says, then claps her hands together. "Now. I think we have some shopping to do."
Santana's face immediately brightens up as she grabs her purse off the floor and leads her parents out the door.
There's nothing like shopping in New York with your parents who insist on paying for everything.
Life is good.
So, if she thought she loved her apartment before now, she was lying. Well, maybe she wasn't. But now, she's inlove with her apartment.
It's been a week since her parents were in town and took her shopping but she's finally settled in. And her apartment looks fan-fucking-tastic. She and her parents went to at least seven different home improvement stores to find exactly what Santana wanted. She decided to paint her walls a gorgeous Moroccan Red with a dark brown paint outlining the edges. It looks amazing. She got a living room set and went for all leather. She likes leather, okay?
Anyway, her bedroom's color scheme is a really rich chestnut color and she loves it. She decided to do the guest bedroom simple and just put a bed, a dresser, and a bedside table with a lamp in it. She's not expecting anyone to be in there anytime soon anyway. But she has thought about getting a roommate, just because her parents suggested it, but she's in no rush.
She's in the middle of catching up on her favorite t.v. show, Grey's Anatomy, when a commercial pops up and she finds herself admiring her beautiful new home. It really is amazing. As soon as her show starts back up, she gets a knock on her door. Wondering who the fuck it could be, she stands up from her couch and makes her way to her door. She undoes the lock and rolls her eyes at who she sees behind the door.
"Surprise!"
Whoever gave Rachel Berry her knew address is going to get a Lima Heights smack down. It was probably her mom. And for that reason and that reason only Santana won't go batshit crazy. Rachel is standing in front of her, holding a fucking fruit basket with a huge as smile on her face and Santana can see Kurt standing behind Rachel and she knows that he was just dragged here against his will. Rachel likes to do shit like that.
"What are you doing here?"
"We came to visit you!"
"Why?"
Rachel rolls her eyes, shifting the big ass basket in her hand. Santana has no idea why she even bought that thing. She hates fruit. "We just wanted to see how you were doing." She explains looking over her shoulder at Kurt, who nods in agreement. "And we wanted to see your new place."
"Yeah." Kurt chimes in, "We wanted to see how Satan was adjusting in her new environment."
Santana rolls her eyes, figuring they aren't going to leave until they see her place, and steps aside to let them in. Both Rachel and Kurt gasp as they look around and Santana lets a little smirk appear on her face. Her apartment is badass. She shows them the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the guest bedroom and her room. Rachel and Kurt comment on everything and Santana just smiles all nicely and tries not to roll her eyes at them. It's not like she doesn't already know her place is the shit, but it's always nice to hear a few compliments.
When they make their way back to the living room, Rachel puts her hand on Santana's shoulder and says, "Everything looks great, Santana." And Santana smiles at her because she know she's being genuine. Kurt smiles at her too and she knows that even though they couldn't handle living together, they can still hang out and stuff.
"Thank you." She says, plopping down on the couch. Rachel sits down next to her and Kurt sits in one of the other seats she has on the side. "My parents really wanted me to be comfortable."
"They must've succeeded because you look very happy."
Santana looks over at Kurt and shrugs. "I guess." Rachel gives her this sad little smile before looking down to the ground. Santana looks over to Kurt, silently asking him what the hell's going on with her but he only shrugs his shoulders. "Hey, Berry, you feeling okay?"
Rachel's head shoots up."I'm great!" Not. "I'm fine, just tired I guess." Santana narrows her eyes at her because she knows this chick is lying to her. You can always tell when Rachel's lying.
"She found out Finn's moving up here." Kurt blurts out then slaps a hand over his mouth after Rachel glares at him.
Oh.
That explains her looking like someone just killed her cat. Makes sense.
Rachel and Finn had broken up only a few weeks ago and Rachel was still feeling down about the whole thing. Which Santana doesn't get why, she's the one who broke up with him. But, whatever. Finn coming out to New York is just gonna cause problems. For Rachel, anyway. Santana has actually come to like the Jolly Green Giant ever since her last visit to Lima.
"Who told you?"
"Tina." They both say at the same time. Of course. That girl has been the fucking gossip queen since her senior year started.
"Do you know why he's coming up here?"
"Nope."
"Do you know when?"
"Nope."
"Do you know anything?"
"Not really."
Okay. So she knows nothing. Santana looks over at Kurt and raises an eyebrow toward him, "What about you? He's yourstep brother, you must know something."
Kurt looks between her and Rachel before sighing heavily. "Okay, all I know is that he's coming up here for school. My dad called me last week and told me. Apparently Finn didn't really think that working at the auto shop for the rest of his life was in his future."
Santana nods as she thinks over what Kurt just told them. Finn Hudson was moving to New York.
For college.
This should be interesting.
"Hello?"
"Finn?"
"Santana?"
"Yep."
"Santana Lopez?" Santana rolls her eyes as she takes a sip of her beer. She loves the fact that she can just come home to peace and quiet and have a drink while she sits on the couch and watches TV.
"Do you know any other Santanas, Frankenteen?"
"Oh." She hears him say quietly, "It is you."
What the hell does that mean? "Try not to sound so excited to hear from me, Finn."
"No! Shit, I-" He sighs over the phone and Santana chuckles a little. "Can we start over?"
"Knock yourself out."
"Okay!" He says and then Santana hears him clear his throat or something, "Hi, Santana! How are you?"
Santana laughs as she turns down the volume of her TV. "I'm good." She replies.
"That's good." He says and she can hear the faint sound of his mom calling him for something. Then she hears him tell her that he doesn't need anything and that he'll see her later.
"Do you need to go?"
"What? Oh! No. She's just telling me she's going out to the store."
"Okay, well, I hear from a little Kurtie that you were moving to The Big Apple."
"Uh, yeah. I should be up there next week sometime."
"Where are you staying?"
"I was gonna stay at the dorms for now until I found a place."
"I have a proposition for you." She says into the phone as she takes another sip of her beer before setting in on the coffee table in front of her.
"A pro-proposition? What kind of proposition?"
"Well," she starts and leans back into her leather couch a little more. "I just moved out of Rachel and Kurt's and my parents bought me an apartment so I'm looking for a roommate. You interested?"
"Yes!" She hears him shout through the phone and it makes her laugh. He's such a huge goof it's insane. But she doesn't blame him. She has a few friends who she's met through her dance classes that live in the dorms over at NYU, where most of them go to school, and she knows that it sucks ass. "I-I mean, yes I would love to. If you're sure though. I don't want you to feel like you need to house me or anything."
"It's fine, Finn. My parents wanted me to get a roommate, anyway. They think I'll be safer that way."
"Yeah." She knows he's probably nodding right now with a serious look on his face. "I get what they mean. New York's a dangerous place. And you being alone there probably worries them a lot."
"Yeah, so, are you in or are you in?"
"Hm. I gonna say I'm in."
"So let me know when you're gonna get in next week and we'll figure out everything then."
"Sounds good."
"Yep. So I'll talk to you later?"
"Okay, bye." She's about to hang up when she hears him say, "Hey Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." And shit. He sounds so genuine that she can't help but smile. Even if he can't see her right now.
"Bye, Finn."
She's coming out of her last dance class when she gets a text from Finn telling her that he's gonna be flying in tomorrow. She texts him her address and asks if he needs a ride or something but he tells her he'll just catch a cab. Which is fine with her because he tells her his flight comes in at seven in the fucking morning. And no, she doesn't wanna wake her ass up at six just so she doesn't catch traffic. So yeah, she's thankful for fucking cabs.
Plus she's super tired. She had to teach dance classes all week and even had to cover for one of the older kid classes when their teacher called in sick. Which is whatever. Santana knows that bitch calls in 'sick' every other week. She has no idea why the chick's still teaching. The kids hate her (they all told Santana that today). Plus they said she sometimes shows up hungover and just lets them do whatever the fuck they want. Which is not what the rich, snobby parents are paying for so yeah, that's fucked up. Santana made a note to herself to let Daniel know what the fuck is going on with that bitch.
She meets up with Rachel that night and the two of them go out for drinks. When Santana first got to New York, she was determined to find the best hang out spots. This bar they found wasn't too far from their apartment and the bartender is super cool and gives them free drinks all the time. And yes, maybe Santana slept with him once upon a time but it didn't change anything. It was a one night thing. No big deal. She and Rachel, and sometimes Kurt, still go there every once in awhile and have a few drinks to take a load off.
Rachel tells her about an audition she has that's coming up in a few weeks for a small role in a student film. She says it could possibly be her big break and that she needs to be extra prepared. Santana asks what the film is about and the girl doesn't even know. The 'director' said that it was a artistic remake on a modern film. Whatever the hell that means. Santana looks at Rachel skeptically, but still wishes her luck. She's not that much of a bitch.
They end up having only a few drinks before Santana decides it's time to go home. She and Rachel catch a cab, which drops Rachel off first, leaving Santana to pay the fare. She doesn't mind though. Her teaching job at NYADA pays really good. And her dad still drops some cash into her account thinking she won't notice, even though she totally does, so that helps too. As soon as she's home, she sheds her clothes off and climbs into bed before going straight to sleep.
She wakes up the next morning to a banging noise on her door and she seriously wants to shoot whoever it is. Literally. She has a huge ass headache and her throat feels like it's on life and she's fucking hungry. And this knocking noise is just not going away. So she pulls herself out of her bed, she's still half asleep mind you, and slowly makes her way to the front door. She has full intention to bitch out whoever is on the other side of her door but she can't.
Because it's fucking Finn standing in front of her.
Fuck.
She forgot his flight was getting in this morning.
He's sporting this goofy ass smile on his face with his suitcase in his hand and a duffel over his shoulder and he's just looking at her like he's waiting for her to acknowledge him. If she were fully awake right now she might notice how hot he looks right now. But she's not, so.
"I hate you." Those are the first words out of her mouth. And she didn't mean for those words to be the first she says to him but it's just what she's feeling at the moment. Hatred.
"Um." He looks confused. Which he has every right to be. She's not really making sense right now. She is half asleep after all. "Sorry?"
Santana just rolls her eyes and steps back to let him in. "Get in here, Frankenteen." Finn smiles, almost nervously, as he grabs the handle of his suitcase and walks inside. She slams the door shut as soon as he's inside and moves to flop down on the couch. "I went out last night." she explains, burying her head in a pillow. "I feel like death."
Finn leaves his bags by the ground and comes to sit next to her on the couch picking up her legs and setting them in his lap. Santana's not gonna admit it to anyone but when he starts to massage her feet she instantly feels ten times better. Which is weird. So she says nothing and just closes her eyes as she tries to stop the pounding in her head from driving her crazy. "Do you, uh, want some coffee or something?" His voice makes her jump and she peeks one eye open to look at him.
"Make me pancakes." She hears Finn laugh before her legs are being moved again and she opens both her eyes to see him moving around the couch and heading down the hall. For a second she feels kinda bad for not showing him around and making him comfortable and stuff but right now she doesn't give a shit. And if he can't find his own way to the kitchen then they're gonna have some major problems with this whole roommate thing. Regardless, she lets a smile creep on her face as she turns on her side and snuggles into the couch. She likes that he didn't even argue or complain about what she told him to do, he just acted.
She must've fallen asleep or something because the next time she wakes up it's to Finn gently shaking her shoulder and whispering her name. She feels a little better than she did the first time she woke up but she still groans and swats at his hand saying, "Go away." and Finn laughs again and she feels him shift on the couch.
"I made you strawberries. And whipped cream."
Okay. So she didn't even know she had strawberries in her fridge so she has no idea how he found that. But she gets a whiff of those pancakes and her mouth immediately begins to water. She opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is Finn's smiling face. It's not exactly the worst thing to wake up to. She turns her head slightly and sees a plate of pancakes with, yes, whipped cream and strawberries on top. There's also a cup of coffee and a glass of juice next to it. And he even brought out the maple syrup.
She just might have to keep him.
"Are you just gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna get me a fork?"
Santana sits up and stretches as Finn grabs the plate off the table and places it in her lap. She yawns and holds her hand out to take the fork he offers her and she can feel him watching her as she pours a little syrup on her pancake. She hates when they're drenched in syrup. It's just disgusting so she's happy he left the syrup on the side for her to pour. She cuts herself off a little piece and stuffs it into her mouth and holy fucking hell. These might be the best pancakes she's ever tasted and Finn looks smug as hell when she lets out a little moan of happiness.
"Okay, when the hell did you become Betty Crocker?"
Finn laughs as he sits back on the couch, shaking his head. Santana's cuts herself another piece and pops it into her mouth. Fuck. She thinks it's getting better with every bite. "My mom taught me how to cook when I was younger." he says, looking down at his hands. "I was home alone a lot so she figured she might as well teach me. So, you know, I wouldn't starve or something."
Santana chuckles a little, leaning forward to get the cup of coffee and takes a sip of it. Perfect. "Well she must be a fabulous cook because these pancakes are fucking amazing." She says through another bite of pancakes. She looks at Finn, who's just sitting there looking around her apartment, and taps him on the shoulder. "Your room's down the hall and the first door on the left. The bathroom is right next to yours and my room's right across."
Finn nods and smiles at her, "Thank you, again." He says, tilting his head to the side. "I really appreciate you doing all of this, Santana."
"Don't worry about it."
"So, how're we gonna divide up bills and stuff?"
Santana shrugs as she chews on another piece of pancake. "My dad pays for the rent and all that stuff so you really don't have to pay anything." She tells him nonchalantly.
Finn's eyebrows furrow like he's mad or something and he has this serious look on his face when he says, "I wanna pay something, San. I don't want to, like, live off off you or anything."
"Finn, you really don't have to. My dad-"
"I want to." His voice is firm when he says this and Santana's eyes widen. His jaw is tightened and he looks pretty serious. It's kinda hot, actually. She's never seen this confident and demanding side of him before.
"Okay, fine." She puts her empty plate on the table and takes the final gulp of coffee before saying, "Let's make a deal, okay?"
Finn looks a little skeptical but nods anyway. "Okay, fine."
Santana sits the cup next to her plate before turning toward him on the couch. "We'll split the money for grocery and household and all that other stuff and then we'll be even."
Finn scrunches up his face as he rolls the idea over in his brain. He really shouldn't have all that much to think about. It's a pretty awesome deal if you ask her. But he finally says, "Deal." holding his hand out for her to shake.
Santana laughs as she shakes his hand. "Oh!" She says, squeezing his hand a bit, "And you have to make pancakes for breakfast at least once a week."
"Santana Lopez, you've got yourself a deal."
The first week of Finn living with her goes by pretty well. He made breakfast for her all week. Which, yeah, was fucking awesome. Turns out that making pancakes isn't the only thing he's good at. He's a pretty clean guy so she didn't have to see any of his shit lying all over the place. And he just started school yesterday so he's not really home during the daytime. But she's not either. She has her dance classes she takes and then right after she teaches a back to back ballet class. By the time she gets home she's fucking exhausted and just wants to crash. Usually when she comes home Finn's just sitting on the couch watching some TV, or he's doing some homework, but there's always dinner in the oven waiting for her. Finn's a fucking beast in the kitchen. Seriously. He made this sausage noodle thing his second night here and it blew her mind. After dinner she usually just curls up on the couch and they watch a movie or one of her favorite TV shows until she's ready for bed. It's a pretty good living dynamic.
It's Friday night and Santana's fucking tired as hell. She had a bunch of new kids join one of her hip-hop classes that she teaches so it was harder to keep them all under control. But she handled it. When she walks in the door, the only light on is the one in the kitchen and she drops her duffel bag by the door and throws her keys on the front table.
She walks through the house calling, "Finn?" but gets no answer. When she gets to the kitchen it's empty but she sees a note on the fridge so she picks it up and it reads, 'Hey, San. Going out with a few friends. Might be back late so don't wait up. -Finn. P.S. I left you some chicken parm in the oven, all you gotta do is warm it up!' Santana frowns a little as she reads over the note twice but shrugs her shoulders anyway. She throws the note away before pulling open the oven door and smirking when she sees her dinner sitting in there.
After taking a long, hot shower, she warmed up the plate Finn left for her and plopped herself on the couch with her food and a beer. She missed Grey's Anatomy last night so she watches that as she devours the chicken parmesan Finn made. And of course, it's awesome. It's about one in the morning when she goes to bed. Finn's still not home so she leaves the kitchen light on for him before walking to her bedroom and closing the door behind her.
The next morning, she's up before he is, which is weird (not really), so she puts a pot of coffee on and hops up onto the counter with a magazine in her hand to wait for it. She's sipping on her coffee and munching on a piece of toast she made herself when she hears shuffling in the hallway. Her eyes glance up to see Finn walking in the kitchen, his hair is a fucking mess and he's rubbing at his eyes, oh and he's only wearing his boxers. It's not the first times she's seen him half naked but she is definitely not complaining.
"Morning, sunshine."
Finn groans out a gruff, "Morning," as he walks over to the coffee pot and pours himself some. Santana watches as he stretches out his back causing his muscles to ripple and she's gotta admit, it's not a bad view.
She opens her mouth to to say something but before she can a petite blonde stumbles into the kitchen looking like she just got back from hell. Literally. Her hair is fucked. Her shirt is half on and she only has one shoe on. In four words, she looks like shit. The chick glances at Santana first then Finn.
"I-I'm gonna go, Finn."
Santana looks back and forth between Finn and the girl and raises an eyebrow as Finn says, "Bye." without even looking at her. He's obviously more interested in the coffee mug that's in his hands but the blonde looks a little confused and like she wants to say something but then Santana glares at her and she must decide against it because she just turns around and hurries out of the kitchen.
After she hears the front door Santana looks over at Finn, "Have fun last night?" she chuckles as she takes another sip of her coffee.
Finn shrugs as he puts a piece of toast in the toaster. "It was okay."
"Did you sleep with her?"
"Yeah."
"Was it good?"
"Not really."
Is it bad that she's happy about that?
"You watch weird TV shows."
Santana looks up from her toes that she was painting and gives Finn a confused look, "What?"
"You watch weird TV shows." He repeats as he's scrolling through the DVR menu. And first of all, no, she does not watch weird TV shows. She watches the best fucking TV shows ever. So Finn can just suck it.
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"No I don't!" She snaps, twisting the cover back on the purple nail polish she was using, and glares at him. She was off today and Finn only had a class this morning so they decided to just have a lazy day. It basically consisted of eating, watching TV, eating again, and watching more TV. She's not complaining though. This week was long as hell and she just wanted to do nothing. She told him this when he asked her if she wanted to do anything today and he just shrugged his shoulders before plopping down on the couch.
But now, out of fucking nowhere, he starts criticizing her TV show choices. Like, what the fuck? They were literally just sitting in almost silence and he just blurts that kind of shit out. Her TV shows aren't even weird. She watches Grey's Anatomy and Pretty Little Liars. Probably two of the most non-weird TV shows out right now. And she may have made him watch a few episodes of Orange is the New Black with her on netflix a few nights back but, come on, Laura Prepon is fucking hot, okay?
"Yes," He turns his head to look at her. "You do."
And Santana's just mad now so she narrows her eyes at him before sending a punch his way. She has a little smirk on her face when Finn squeals like a little fucking girl. She didn't even punch that hard. And it was his fault anyway. If anyone watches weird TV shows in this apartment, it's him.
"Mean."
"Pussy."
Finn's jaw drops and Santana chuckles a little as she snatches the remote from him and looks through the guide. She doesn't even see him coming before she finds herself flat on her back with him on top of her. He immediately starts tickling her sides and Santana laughs out loud as he finds her ticklish spot. "Finn!" She squeals and she tries to get him off her but he just uses his mammoth hand to hold down both her hands. "Stop! Let me go!"
Finn shakes his head. "Say you're sorry." And Santana continues to laugh as his free hands comes up to her neck and starts tickling around her ear. Fuck. How the hell did he know to tickle her there?
"No!" She shouts and wraps her legs around his waist to try and get him to stop moving. Finn just shakes his head again as he tickles all around her neck. "Okay, fine!" She yells, and tightens her grip on his hips. "I'm sorry!"
"For what?"
"For calling you a pussy!" Finn smiles proudly before finally releasing her hands but he doesn't move from on top of her. He's just looking down at her as her chest moves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes lock with his and she bites down on her lip as she looks into them. She never noticed how nice they were. "You suck."
Finn laughs as he climbs off of her (damn) and sits back on the couch. "No I don't."
Santana rolls her eyes as she sits up and adjusts her tank top that got messed up during the tickle attack. "Yes you do."
Finn throws his arm around her and leans back into the couch. "Shut up, Santana." It's a surprise, even to her, that she actually does
