AN: Finally some Finn input :)
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Finn sat there for a minute. Stunned. He wasn't really sure what the hell had just happened. He needed to find her. He had to apologize. He had fucked up.
The Gleeks were all freaking out. Apparently, it was worse than he thought. He didn't just fuck up, he had fucked up BIG time. He should have told her. He stood up and practically stumbled up the stairs to go find out where Rachel had gone. He had to tell her he was sorry. When he reached the top of the basement stairs and made his way into Mike's kitchen, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and there was Santana, hands on her hips, giving him her trademark smirk.
"Aren't you glad it's all out in the open now?" She stalked towards him, making him back up towards the counter in the middle of the floor. "Santana. No. It was a mistake. And I should have told her. She was saving it. For me. She didn't do it with Jesse. She waited. And I should have too." She had him backed all the way up to the counter by the time he finished. She smiled, which scared him a bit, "It wasn't a mistake Hudson and you know it. It was perfect. Everything that high school sex should be. Smokin' cheerleader, hot quarterback. Do you realize the we could be everything that most kids would kill for?" Santana leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "We could have it all. We could be IT. Sam and Quinn? They're not even close."
Finn closed his eyes. He could see it all in his head. Him and Santana walking down the hallway, everyone moving out of their way, everyone wishing they were him. Things would go back to the way they were supposed to be, the way they had been. Santana reached over and started to stroke his arm, "No more slushies, people would take you seriously again. You would be back on top. And isn't that what you want?"
Finn opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Yeah. I want that. I want it all back. I want my old life back." Santana smiled up at him, "You know you can't have that with her. She's dragging you down. She's a loser. And if you're with her, you're a loser too."
Finn looked her in the eyes, and she knew she had him. He did not want to be a loser. Ever. It was the worst thing imaginable to him. She snaked both of her arms up and around his neck and used that leverage to press herself even more fully into his body. "And think about it Finn, she won't give it up to you. I will. Why stay with her when you could have me?" She slowly started to pull his head down to her level, and she smirked to herself when she realized that she had positioned them in a way, so that she could just exactly feel how ready he was for her.
Finn closed his eyes when her lips touched his. They were different than Rachel's. Rachel's were soft and timid where Santana's were rougher and more demanding. Rachel tasted like sugar cookies and Santana tasted like cinnamon. He was never really sure which one he liked better.
She took the kiss deeper, and then spun them around and hopped up onto the counter so that he was standing between her legs. Finn shuffled closer to her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, placing herself exactly where she needed to be. He groaned in the back of his throat when she brushed up against him..just, right there.
Finn was just about to get really into it, when he heard, "Oh holy fuck."
Hmmmmm...wonder who that could be? ;)
Next Chapter:
Finn and Rachel...they gots to talk.
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