Finn and Santana sat in his dorm, watching a movie. It was actually kind of scary. Santana didn't get scared easily, so this wasn't so bad. It was just stupid.
"How do you stand this?" she asked Finn.
"I saw bits of it at a time so I guess…yeah. Do you want to turn it off?" he asked, truly concerned.
"I'm fine," she lied and turned to look at his room. She noticed the little things, like the color of his blanket and stuff. She also noticed two pictures: one of him and Quinn and one of him and Rachel. Santana didn't know why but she wanted to smack both pictures into the trash. Why did he still keep pictures of the two girls that had practically ripped his heart out with their bare hands? Santana quelled her anger. Finn cleared his throat.
"I'm going to turn it off, I guess I don't really like watching you look...uh…uncomfortable," Finn said.
"I'm seriously good. I just need something to hide my face in," Santana said lied (she realized he thought that she was scared), resisting the instinct she had to coat her tone in coyness. Finn smiled.
"That's what friends are for," Finn said and Santana moved closer, feeling instantaneously self-aware. That's stupid. It's just Finn! I have never, ever had feelings for him and I never, ever will, Santana thought over and over again. Yet whenever there was a part that people might think was scaring, she was pressing her face into his shoulder. She shudder when he started stroking her silky black hair.
There was one particular part that Finn apparently found bad, because Santana hadn't hid her face even but he pulled her onto his lap and nestled he head against his chest until the part was over. But she still stayed in his lap. It was a friendly gesture but Santana hated that she felt euphoric.
Santana was walking down the hall. A girl came over to her.
"Hey, how far have you gotten with Finn Hudson?" the girl asked. Santana frowned.
"Look, we're just friends. Not like it's any of your business," Santana said with a vicious undertone that made the girl flinch. Never mind that Finn had lost his virginity to her in high school, which was a different story. Though she found herself thinking about that night more and more. She wondered if Finn had been telling the truth when he said that it didn't mean anything. And when she heard his voice saying those words in her mind, she hated that she flinched. What was wrong with her? She didn't let boys get the best of her, but then again Finn was different than other boys. Finn cared.