Disclaimer: I do not own GLEE

Two months after Finn and Santana started to fool around, he told her he was falling for her one night while sitting in her living room watching some lame ass reality tv show. She of course got mad at him and told him to stop acting like a commitment junkie and they were just using each other for sex. But he knew that wasn't true since the hadn't even actually had sex since she took his virginity in 10th grade. Plus, lately they've just been making out a lot and only occasionally going down on one another. But Finn doesn't bring that up, not wanting her to be mad at him anymore than she already was.

A few weeks later they go to Puck's 18th birthday party together and within twenty mintues, Rachel is laying flat on the ground with her hands covering her face and Santana is being pulled away by five people. When Finn gets her into another room, trying to calm her down, he asks why she did that.

"Did you not see the way she was eye fucking you?" She shouts.

"Wait...are you jealous?" He has a smug expression on his face.

She just rolls her eyes and pushes him back onto a bed and after a few minutes of making out and grinding, she starts to blow him. When he was close to the edge, she stopped, sat up, licked her lips and winked at him.

"I own your dick." She states and walks back out to the party, leaving him alone, half naked and hard in what appears to be Mrs. Puckerman's room.

Four months pass and he finally gets her to agree on an actual date. They have fun and she admits that she likes him but that doesn't mean he can label their relationship. Most people would be annoyed, but he's happy that she finally admitted they were in a relationship whether it was labeled or not.

A few more months pass and they are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. They still haven't had sex yet; though Santana is always trying. It's the only thing Finn has to hang over her. She has the upper hand in every little thing, expect for sex. He knows she hates it and gets really pissed off when he gets her worked up.

"Stop being such a cock tease!" She'd yell at him.

Tonight is their five month anniversary, which she thinks is lame to celebrate. But he doesn't care , of course she makes fun of him for it. He just let's it slide. He takes her to Breadstix, making sure she gets all the breadsticks that her heart desires. After dinner they find themselves in her room, making out on her bed. It's getting pretty hot like usual. He starts to pull back, she groans.

"You know I was getting a lot more when we were just fooling around." She says, visibily annoyed.

"I don't want you to just use me for that, San." He sounds like a chick and she scoffs at him.

Damn if the roles weren't reverse in this relationship.

"Finn, you're my boyfriend and I honestly wouldn't be with you if I don't like you more than a fuck buddy. I mean, shit. You think I'd give up a sure thing with Puckerman to be with you if I didn't care for you?"

He sighs, she smiles. They both know how this will end.

"I want control." He says, looking into her eyes. "If you try to hurry this along or take my clothes off or your own without me telling you then I'm bailing."

She bites her bottom lip, loving how demanding he was being. She nodded her head. "You can have all the control you want, just as long as you fuck me."

"Good. Now lay back." He commands, slightly rolling his eyes at her choice of words.

She does as she is told and he starts to slowly kiss her, it's soft but passionate. One hand slowly moves up to her hip and the other cups the back of her head. He breaks away from her mouth, kissing how her jawline. She closes her eyes and lets got a small sigh. Finn moves his hand from her hip up her shirt, pulling it up along with his hand. Santana sat up a little, letting him take her shirt off. He tossed it off the bed and began kissing her collarbone. His hand slowly dragging across the front of her body. He noticed she was wearing one of her bras that hooked in the front. He loved this kind. They were easier to take off. But he ignored it at the moment, wanting to make tonight special for the both of them. He kisses up the column of her neck, one hand moving down to the top of her jeans. He slowly undid her button and zipper, her breathing became a little heavier.

"Finn." She whispered.

He stopped kissing her neck and looked her in the eyes. She was smiling lightly at him. He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against hers, it was so light that the action couldn't even be called a kiss. He moved his lips toward her ear.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered to her.

He moved away from her ear to look her in the face again, her smile widen a bit. Finn began kissing a line from her cheekbone to her lips then to her jaw. He placed kisses down her neck, over the flesh between her breasts and down to her naval. He lifted her hips up and pulled her pants off her body, bringing her panties along with them. He moved back up and began to kiss her lips slow and sweet again, one hand on her inner thigh, making small circles. He knows she likes it by the way she moves her hips closer to him. He takes his free hand and brings it the the center of her bra, he has learned how to take this kind of with just a few simple movements. He presses his thumb and pointer finger to either side of the hook and moves his fingers together, then moves his thumb upwards and his pointer down. The bra unhooks and he lets go,the fabric pulling away from her, exposing her chest to him. She laughs lightly.

"I love when you do that." She tells him.

"That's why I do it." He smiles at her and begins to palm one of her breasts.

"Why are you still clothed?" She questions, her voice a little shaky.

Finn had been too busy working on Santana to realize that she was staying true to letting him take control and hadn't even moved to take his clothes off. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it down to hers. He pulled her bra out from behind her and threw it off the the side as well and then stood up, dropping his pants from his hips, but leaving his boxers on. He knew if he was completely naked that all this would go to fast. He parted her legs and lowered himself between them, his face near her entrance. He began kissing the inner most of her thighs. She sat up and watched him. She told him not too long ago that she likes to watch him make her come undone. He thought that was extremely hot. He kissed her entrance, making her moan softly. Then stuck his tongue out and slid it through her fold, tasting the wetness.

"Mmm." He hummed a bit against her.

He still couldn't get over how amazing Santana tastes. He has never gone down on anyone but her but he kind of doubts anyone else can taste this sweet. He's tried to think of a flavor that resembles her, but it was impossible. She was her own flavor. An amazing, mouth watering flavor that he loved.

He flicked her bud with his tongue and began sucking lightly on it. Hearing her moan again and feelings her hands tangle up in his hair. He lightly bit down on the bundle, her moan becoming a little louder. He buried his tongue deeper into her and she moved her hips closer to his face. He didn't want to stop, but she was pulling him up to her face, her hands still in his hair.

"I get control." He reminded her.

"Don't make me beg." She whispered and laid back against the bed.

Finn smiled and pulled his boxers off, moving over to her night stand and grabbing a condom out of the drawer. He quickly ripped the wrapper open and rolled it onto his length. He had been hard since he started to undress her. He didn't know how such a simple thing could turn him on so much since she hadn't even been grinding against him or touched him in anyway. But he was and she was waiting for him. He moved back between her legs again. Teasingly moving his length against her core. She whimpered a little, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Please, Finn." She whined a little.

He nodded, though he knew she couldn't see it with her eyes shut. He adjusted himself and slowly pushed into her. Her mouth falling open, but no sound came out. He groaned a little, feeling how tight she was and then pulled almost completely out before thrusting back into her, a little harder this time. Which caused her to moan a little. He kept his movements slow, picking up the pace only a little once she got use to it. Her hips were moving to the same rhythm as his and he truly liked how natural they felt together. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, holding on to them lightly as she moaned out his name. He leaned his head down against her neck and mumbled a bit against her skin.

"I love you, Santana."

He felt her tense up for a moment, which made him take his head from her neck and look at her face again. Her eyes were open, but they didn't look angry like they usually did whenever he tried to talk about feelings with her. She leaned her head up and kissed him lightly. He smiled against her lips, thrusting a little faster into her. Santana's head fell back, leaving her neck exposed to him. Finn attached his lips and sucked on her pulse point, planning to leave a mark. She hated that, he loved it. Her legs moved up and wrapped around his body, allowing him to push even deeper into her. Her moaning became louder. It was the loudest he'd ever heard her before. He thrusted harder into her, wanting to send her over the edge. He was hitting her g-spot and it was driving her crazy. He kept thrusting into her, hard but slow. He didn't want to rush it, but he didn't want to make her get bored with him either. He wanted to make it good and lasting. This should have been their first time together, not their hook up in that cheap motel. He could see that she was enjoying this by the way she smiled between moans. He started to move faster, practically slamming into her with each thrust.

"Oh God! Finn!" She was screaming.

He felt her body go stiff, her walls clenching around his length. He saw the beads of sweat forming against her forehead, her eyes snapping shut. Her back arched up off the bed. He rode her orgasm out, hitting his only a few seconds afterwards. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him as he did so. He didn't want to pull out of her just yet. He didn't want to lose any contact with her. But he knew she'd get up and get dress. She always did that. Whenever they fooled around, right afterwards she'd get up and get dressed. She would let him sit around naked as much as he wanted but she wouldn't sit with him. But she wasn't moving, she was laying against him, kissing his chest.

"Happy now? I fucked you." He said, his voice a little harsh.

"No, you didn't." She said, her voice sounding happy.

His eyebrows furrowed and she must have known he didn't understand since she looked up at him, smiling sweetly.

"You made love to me." She told him. "No ones ever done that with me before."

Finn smiled a little. He understood what she meant. It wasn't awkward or hurried like their first time together. But he couldn't believe that it was her first time of ever experiencing what they just did together.

"No one has made love to you before? Not even Puck?"

She laughed. "Especially Puck."

She still hadn't moved off of him. It was like a record or something. His smile went a little wider.

"Did you like this better than how people usually have sex with you?"

She just nodded and then sighed. The sigh worried him. He tensed up a bit, he knew she could tell by the way her hands moved to his shoulders and she began to massage them.

"You said you love me." She said, her voice soft.

"Yes."

"Did you mean it?"

He noticed how scared she looked, it made him worry a little more.

"Yes. And I still do. Santana...I know you hate putting labels on things and I know you are guarded about pretty much everything. But I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. You can push me away as much as you want. But I'm here and I'm not leaving you. I just...I lo-"

"I love you, Finn." She cut him off.

It took him a minute to register what just happened. At first he was mad that she didn't let him finish talking but when he realize what she had said, he couldn't stop from smiling with his goofy smile at her.

"Yea?"

She laughed and kissed him lightly.

"But I'm not going to walk around saying it every second of the day."

He laughed, knowing she meant that, but not caring. She loved him and that's all that mattered.

And to think, this all started with a phone call.

Sorry, I like mushy Finntana!