A/N: I brought Kurt back for this :)
On Thursday, Mr. Schue read of who would be sharing rooms with whom.
"Okay you guys should probably sit with your roommates. The bus has three-seaters for those roommates who have three people in them. Okay; Puck, Artie and Mike. Tina, Rachel and Brittany. Mercedes and Kurt, I didn't think it would be bad to put you two together. Sam and Finn, Quinn and Santana," Mr. Schue read. Finn watched Sam kiss Quinn before walking over to Finn.
"Roommates for the win," Sam smiled slightly. No sooner had Finn and Sam sat down then Sam turned to the row next to them and saw his girlfriend stare at him longingly.
"Finn, do you mind if i switch with Santana so I can sit with Q?" Sam asked.
"I don't care, ask Santana," Finn shrugged. Sam beamed and in seconds the feisty Cheerio had replaced Sam.
"So...what's new?" Finn asked Santana, trying to break the awkward tension. Santana raised a perfect eyebrow.
"Um, I sitting on a bus next to you?" Santana rolled her eyes and examined her nails.
"So...what's new for you?" she asked, though she really didn't sound like she cared all that much. The bus lurched forward.
"I went and saw 'The Tourist' yesterday. It was pretty good," Finn shrugged. Santana made a small sound of approval.
"It was a good movie," she agreed.
"Are you going to be okay bunking with Quinn? The last time I saw you two in a foot's radius of each other you were both trying to strangle one another," Finn asked cautiously. Santana shrugged.
"I don't know. But who cares? If we get in a fight, Mr. Schue will break it up before we can tear each other's faces off," Santana smirked, crossing one perfect leg over another.
"Oh...well that's good. It'd be bad if you got your face clawed of. Wait! I mean, it'd be bad if you got hurt at all...um 'cause you know, your face isn't your only asset. Shit, I meant that you are more than just...oh screw it. You know what I meant," Finn stammered. Santana laughed silently.
"Finn honestly, why so jumpy? Do I scare you?" Santana cooed playfully. Finn tried to regain his composure.
"Psh, no," he lied through his teeth. Santana flicked her ponytail. Finn stared at her in wonder.
"You stare at me a lot," she said flirtily, moving even closer to him. Finn gulped.
"I..I'm sorry?" Finn said, unsure. Santana turned his face to hers, their noses almost touching.
"Don't be," she whispered. He swore that she was about to kiss him.
But she never did. Something seemed to stop in her. She licked her lips and then turned forward and flicked through a magazine, leaving Finn breathless and jumpier than before.