Finn felt the rush of adrenaline as he sped past the 'Welcome to Charming' sign, it had been months since he had been home and he was excited to see his mom and to be back on his bike. Slowing down as he neared the city, he passes the Charming Country Club. If you ask him that place is a joke, he now understands the point of a country club after living in Newport. It's a fancy place where rich people go to flash their money around and show off their yachts and what not, it was the same way down in San Diego. But no one in fucking Charming had yacht, shit there wasn't even water around Charming. You'd have to drive five hours down to L.A. to reach the nearest beach. As he was at the stop light he saw a candy apple red convertible turn into the country club and his jaw dropped when he saw who was driving. The minute the light turned green he cut off the cars in the turn lane and crept into the parking lot. Parking by a group of old geezers, apparently going through a mid-life crisis, standing next to a bunch of prissy bikes. It disgusted Finn but he had more important things to do than rag on the old men about their bikes. Instead, he turned in the direction of the red car and watched the beautiful Latina get out and adjust herself.
There was no doubt in the man's mind that was his Santana….but who the fuck was she! Santana had on a cream chiffon blouse that was what he assumed was 'chic'. Santana had tried explaining to him what that meant but he really had no idea what she was talking about. But what really caught his attention was the big God-awful bow that was covering her chest, she looked like Ms. Pilsbury. Finn sometimes thought that she loved her boobs more than he did, hell, she paid good money for those sweater puppies! Fashionable or not she does not cover them up! The blouse was tucked into a pencil skirt that went down past her knees…wtf! If his 'Tana wore a skirt she refused to wear it past her mid thighs. That was as 'classy' as she was going to get and no matter what it had to, absolutely had to hug her second favorite asset, and his first, her ass. If it didn't look painted on it was too loose and she looked 'frumpy'. She had all that tied together with tight bun, pointed toe heels, not her favorite stilettos, and lightly applied make up. Looking her up and down again his eye's caught the obnoxiously huge rock on her finger accompanied by a diamond studded WEDDING BAND! WTF!? He suddenly felt nauseous and about fell off his bike. He never expected her to wait around for him, but shit! THREE MONTHS! Seriously!
He quickly started his bike and raced out of the parking lot and straight out of Charming. Fuck whatever his plans were, there was no way he was staying in that hell hole and no way he'll ever go back…ever!
