Finn held Santana closer to him, wondering how he always ended up in this situation.
"Where were you when I texted you?" he asked. She snuggled her head under his chin. Yes, Finn had converted her into a snuggler.
"Hanging with Puck. I think he was about to get me into his bed but I left him for you," Santana whispered. Finn couldn't deny the elation he felt. Santana had chosen him over Puck?
After that night, there was no denying it. Santana and Finn were more than just 'fun buddies'. They were a secret 'item' behind everyone's backs. He was still dating Rachel –he just couldn't bring himself to dump her- but Santana was fine as long as she kept assuring herself that she was the one Finn wanted.
Santana kissed Finn, but instead of fiery and passionate, it was slow and teasing.
"Who's the girl who's kisses make you shudder?" Santana asked him.
"You,"
"If you could sleep with anyone in the world, who would it be?"
"You," Fin replied honestly.
"Really? You'd pick me over Megan Fox or Angelina Jolie?" Santana asked him, pulling her lips from his.
"My choice would always be you," Finn assured her. Santana kissed him as a reward.
"If you could date any girl in the world, who would it be?" Santana asked him, brushing her lips lightly over Finn's.
"You," Finn said once again. Santana smiled as she dipped down to kiss him.
"And are you with me for my…. skills?" she asked.
"No," Finn insisted, earning yet another kiss.
"If you had the courage to break up with Berry, would you date me?" Santana asked the final question. Finn smiled up at her.
"Duh," he said. She chuckled softly and kissed him properly.
But, Finn didn't have the courage to break up with Rachel. And so on their date, Finn was boredly kissing her. His eyes were on the clock.
He closed his eyes but the first thoughts in his mind were soft, silky locks of black hair, smooth, tan skin, soft lips, dark, striking eyes. He imagined his lips glued to the soft, sweet ones and his hand on the soft neck. He imagined other hand in the dark hair and the static and adrenaline coursing through him.
Finn stood up abruptly, scaring Rachel. Finn looked at her and grasped in his head for an excuse.
"Rachel, I totally forgot my mom wanted me to do some rearranging of furniture tonight. I got to go," Finn said. Rachel looked at him for one minute, and Finn wondered if she knew that he was lying. She kissed him quickly.
"Have fun helping your mother!" Rachel told him cheerily. Finn forced a smile, texted a certain someone and then drove home.
He and Santana reached his front door at the same time. She barely let him open the door before his lips became extremely busy.
"Where were you?" Santana sighed. Finn kissed her quickly.
"With Rachel," he pushed a strand of Santana's hair back.
"And you left her for me?" Santana asked, breathless from the kiss. Finn wound his hands in her hair; gently pulling on the locks and bending her head back a little. He started to kiss her neck, his gaze watching as her dark eyes fluttered open with happy surprise. She gasped; he chuckled against her perfect skin.
Santana's hands yanked his fingers from her hair and pushed his mouth away. He was about to ask her what was wrong when she kissed him so ardently that they fell off of the couch.