A/N: Future-Finntana fic in which Santana and Finn go to the same college and feelings arise. Will be multi-chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own glee. If I did, Rachel would've never been written and Santana would be Bi.
Moving day. It was their Junior year of college and Santana and Finn were moving into an apartment together. They were going to be roomies. His room was easy to set up. He assembled the bed frame, threw on the mattress and then the sheets and whatever. He set up his dresser and desk, plugged in a light and wham, he was done.
Santana's bedroom took longer. After the bed was gone, she had her dresser assembled, then her desk, then her vanity and then her bookshelf. She set up the full-length mirror. Finn, tired and sweaty from the lifting and assembling she forced him to do, realized why she had to have the biggest room. When they were done they sunk onto the couch, a new couch, and Santana cracked a beer.
She didn't drink as much anymore, and she rarely got drunk. She said the consequences just weren't worth it. Finn wondered why they even moved in together. Sure, they knew each other better than anyone else at Harvard – yeah, Finn got in surprise, surprise- but they still weren't the obvious roommate choice. Santana was studying law, of course, and she stayed up to odd hours studying, or with boys. Finn was studying engineering and hated bringing dates into the apartment. Well, his roommate's dates. He was still sating Rachel. And Rachel's stupid college is like around ten hours away (That stupid college was Oberlin, which was not stupid, though not NYU, and still in Ohio).
"Want a sip?" Santana asked, waving her beer in front of Finn's face. He took the bottle from her and took a small swig before handing it back to her. Okay, maybe they were better friends than Finn thought.
"Was this a stupid idea?" Finn asked her. Santana shrugged.
"No. We got a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment. I have a, albeit small, walk-in closet and we have a little deck, not to mention a living room, den and kitchen –with an eating area. How we got this lucky, I'll never know," Santana reminded him. Finn rolled his eyes.
"It's not about the house, San. Will we make a good match?" Finn asked. Santana shrugged once more.
"I don't know. Whatever, I mean, if it doesn't work out we'll just ignore each other. We've gotten along for two years though. As long as you don't steal my food or hot water I don't think it will be too bad," Santana reasoned. Finn nodded.
Finn yawned and left Santana to her late-night TV as he crawled into bed. He sprawled out on his bed for a moment, thinking about Rachel, back in Ohio. He was at Harvard. Harvard. He was on an athletic scholarship but still…Harvard! Truth be told, he hadn't told Rachel about the fact that he and Santana were roomies yet. It just seemed like a really, really bad idea. Santana and Rachel still hated each other and Rachel had been particularly sore when Finn decided to go to the same school as Santana.
Finn woke up in the morning and made some coffee, knowing that he needed it to survive the morning and also that it was one of the few non-violent ways to wake Santana up. Ah, yet another reason why they should be roommates. They knew each other's wake up routines. Was that creepy? Whatever, Finn thought as he poured himself coffee. Like clockwork, Santana came out of her bedroom.
And Finn nearly jumped right out of his skin. Santana's nightgown was an itty bitty little thing, that barely covered the top of her thighs. It was like, two inches above the middle of her thigh. Shit, he was staring at her thighs.
"Pop your eyes back in your skull, Hudson," Santana smirked lazily as she stole his cup of coffee.
And there was the reason Finn didn't want to be her roommate. She was sexy and single. He had a girlfriend. And Santana was sexy. But Finn was taken. Did he mention Santana was sexy?
"Earth to Hudson, you in there?" She asked. Finn nodded. Santana fixed the spaghetti strap that had fallen off of her smooth, tan shoulders.
"I have a psychology class in forty minutes. I'm going to go shower up," Finn said, swallowing thickly. He wouldn't be reacting this much if Rachel let him get past second base. Yeah, that's right, Rachel was still a virgin. They hadn't dated their freshman years of College and Finn had gotten all the experience he needed –including a solution to his premature problem- but he had needs. He didn't to be fulfilled every day, or every week, but it had been two years. Two. Years.
Santana rolled her eyes.
"I know, we're in the same class," Santana reminded him. Finn nodded. Was Santana flirting with him? No, no that was just the way she acted regularly. Maybe he was overreacting because she was like…one third naked or whatever.
He'd get through this. They would have a smooth living deal. They had to. They were like…friends now. They'd been friends for about a year and a half. And that was a long time for Santana to be friends with anyone.
"Weren't you going to shower?" Santana rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulders and walking to her bathroom, each step slow and deliberate. Finn shook his head. This was just first-morning jitters. In no time, her little nightgown would be the norm. Her sarcasm and harsh attitude had already become normal to him, soon this would be too.
Fuck her and her sexiness. He had a girlfriend. Who lived in different state. Ten. Hours. Away.
Yeah, today would suck.