Finn sat on the edge of his bed, flipping through the channels on his television, trying to find something to watch to ease his boredom. Just as he'd given up and turned his tv off, his phone rang. He picked it up, looking at the screen blinking Santana Lopez at him. He questioned the reason she was calling but couldn't think of a reason other than her calling to make fun of him. He sigh, flipping his phone open and clicking the answer button anyways.

"Hello?" He said in a detached voice.

"Hey Finnocence." He heard her speak in a sweet, soft voice. Something he was not use to hearing coming from Santana.

"Um...did you need something?"

"Don't act like you're not excited I called you, Finny." She was still using the sweet voice.

"Ok? So, what's going on, Santana?" He asked, still confused about the reason she was calling him.

"Oh, nothing really. I'm just laying in my bed. You?"

"Just sitting on my bed. I'm pretty bored actually."

"Oh yea? What are you wearing?"

"What am I-? Why do you want to know that?"

"Just curious."

"Uh-Ok? Well, I'm wearing some pants and a shirt. Um...what about you?"

"Well, I was wearing a dress but it got too hot so now I'm just laying in my bra and panties."

Finn's eyes went wide. "You're-Um...what?"

He could hear her giggle lightly on the other end of the phone. "I said, I'm just wearing my bra and panties. Do you want to know what they look like?"

"Yes!" Finn said a little too eager. He cleared his throat. "I mean, sure."

She was laughing again. "Well, their lace. Red with a little black bow in the middle of the bra. Kind of shear."

Finn closed his eyes imagining Santana laying in her bed wearing nothing but her lingerie. He got snapped out of his thoughts when he heard her voice again, the sweetness gone and a seductive tone in it's place.

"What would you do if you where here with me right now?"

Finn swallowed the hard lump in his throat. "Uh..I...I would probably just stare at you." He answered honestly. He knew she'd probably yell at him for answering her question like that. He understood what she was doing, that she was trying to get him to have phone sex with her, but he didn't know to do that. He also couldn't stay focus on the conversation with the image of her in his head. To his surprise, she didn't say anything mean or snappy to him. She just giggled again.

"That's all? Because if I was at your house, in your room and you were in only your boxers I would do a lot more than just stare."

Finn gulped down another hard lump. "Wha-What would you do?"

"First I would push you back onto your bed the straddle over you. I'd let my hands run over your chest and down into your boxers." Her voice was thick with lust as she spoke.

Finn closed his eyes, trying to imagine it. "Then what?"

"Then I'd start to stroke your length. And once it gets hard I'd pulled your boxers completely off and put my lips around your co-"

"Santana!" He interrupted her.

"What?" She asked. He could hear the bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Sorry, it's just..." He sighed a little embarrassed. "I've never had that happen before so it's a little hard to imagine it."

"Whoa, wait." She said, laughing again. "You've never had a blow job?"

Finn blushed a little, happy she wasn't there to see it. "No."

"What about a hand job? And you jacking off doesn't count."

His blush went even more red. "No, Santana."

He could herar her laughing again. But it wasn't the soft, sweet laugh before. It was a mocking laugh.

"That's sad." She said and then hung up.

Finn looked at his phone, frowning. He wish he didn't say anything, now he was bored again. He sighed and picked up the tv remote again, flipping through the channels once again.