Author's note: As always, thanks for the reviews. This chapter is rated M for mature. Also, this fulfills a prompt for the Santana Lopez drabble meme.


They got the deal. They got the fucking deal. She was like the superstar of the office, and it was all thanks to Finn. Well, also thanks to her skills of flirtation and negotiation, but mostly thanks to Finn. She had actually run into her office and done a little dance. Finn had totally caught her since he had come in to congratulate her, but now she was so fucking drunk that she didn't care.

After work, she and Finn had gone down to El Poco Loco, some dive bar, which was really beneath them, but the atmosphere was good. There was karaoke, people were doing body shots, and she'd lost her panties in a game of poker and they were hanging out of the edge of Johnny Lawson's pocket. He was a major skeeze (hence the loss of underwear if you lost the game) but she was too wasted to really give a shit that the whole team now knew that she wore red lace thongs to work. They matched her shoes and she really, really loved the color red.

Of course, Santana's shoes were the last thing that anyone was focused on as the Latina was up on a table top dancing around as she sang to some karaoke. "Friday night and the lights are low, lookin' out for a place to go. Where they play the right music, getting in the swiiiiiiiing," she slurred, swinging her hips as she ran a hand through her hair. "Hey Finn, do you remember I sang this at junior prom?" she shouted, her voice ringing through the bar.

"No, I got kicked out early, remember?" he pointed out, shaking his head as he tilted his beer at a co-worker.

"Oh yeah, cause you were fighting over Rachel, right…" Santana mumbled, shaking her head as she went back to singing. There were not enough words for the fucks she didn't give about high school drama right now. But there were plenty of fucks to be given about the fact that she was out of a beer.

"Refill, please!" she shouted, reaching for a hand to help her down from the table. Finn's arms were the longest, so he helped her down with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

"You're a crazy drunk. So much better than the weepy, hysterical drunk you were in high school," he smirked, not making an effort to let go of her hand. Santana was really too drunk to care, and perched herself in his lap since all the seats at the table were taken. Apparently she drew quite a crowd when she was doing her drunk dancing on table tops.

"Yeah, well, I learned how to chug beers in my freshman year of college. We'll just say that it was a very revealing year," she smirked, pushing a hand into his hair absentmindedly as the other grabbed for the beer that their waiter brought over.

"More revealing than your shirt?" he quipped, pointing out the fact that the button in the center of her chest had popped open. He seemed quite amused with himself, to which Santana could only roll her eyes.

"You are such a pervert, Hudson. I am your boss," she reminded him.

"And you're using my lap as a chair," he pointed out. God damn when did he get so sure of himself? It was really hot.

"Oh please. All these other guys – and girls – would fucking die to have me on their lap. I bet I could get half this bar to get into a fight over me without even trying," Santana snorted, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah, but so could I," Finn reminded her.

Jesus, had he taken confidence lessons from Puck or something? A familiar shiver ran up her spine, and Santana forced herself to calm down. Stop it, you're not even wearing panties. If you get wet, he'll eventually find out. Somehow, that thought just seemed to egg her on more, just to see how he'd react. Besides, she was kind of a horny drunk and she was pretty sure that that was not a roll of Certs she was feeling. Taking a long pull from her beer, Santana crossed one leg over the other, inspecting her expensive red heels and smiling at the way that they lengthened her legs. She had fantastic legs. She was pretty sure that people would fuck her just based on her legs, and they couldn't even see what was under the clothes. Crossing her legs together tighter, she felt like a teenager who couldn't even keep herself in check, but Finn was looking hot tonight, and she was on his lap and he was half-hard under her.

But he was also employee so that was a bad idea. Like, a terrible idea.

"I think I'm gonna go home," he announced suddenly, looking at her expectantly.

"Already?" Johnny asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, now that we signed this shit, I'm going to have a lot of work to do, so I can't show up completely hungover," Finn sighed, shaking his head.

"Well, I'll go with you. You're too drunk to drive and our apartments are only a few blocks away. I saw it on your application," she smirked, wrapping an arm around her neck.

"Okay, perfect," Finn nodded.

She was kind of surprised that he bought her lie without a hitch. She had no fucking clue where he lived, and she couldn't really be bothered to care. She just wanted to go back to his place. Because if there was one thing that Santana Lopez was always up for, it was a bad idea. Fucking Finn Hudson was a bad idea. A fucking bad idea, but she wanted him and she wanted him bad. Plus, it would just be once. It wouldn't be a big deal. She was just horny and she really needed to get laid.

"You're a lucky man, Hudson. There's many a man at the office who'd like to know where this one lives."

"Shut the fuck up, Johnny," Santana snarkled, setting her beer down on the table and stumbling to get up, pulling Finn by the hand out of the bar. She was so ready to get away from the douche bags she worked with.

"Your shirt's still undone," Finn mumbled, licking his lips.

"I know," Santana assured him, moving her free hand up to the button above the one that had popped up and opening it as she looked up at him seductively.

"W-what are you doing?" Finn inquired, looking a little uneasy.

"What do you think?" she smirked, sliding her hand up his arm innocently as she waited to flag down a cab.

"But you're-"

"Your boss? Yeah, I know."

"A lesbian, actually," Finn sighed, shaking his head.

"Or not," she grinned, pressing herself against him. "I told you, a lot's changed since high school. Would I be wet for you if I was a lesbian?"

"N-no," Finn stammered, and she couldn't help but flick her tongue out at his Adam's apple as she watched him swallow hard, causing him to moan quietly. Sighing happily as a cab pulled up, Finn opened up the door and let her in, giving his address as he stepped in. He looked awkward in the back of the cab, since it wasn't really made for someone as tall as him, but she didn't really give a shit.

Sliding onto his lap, she gasped as he gripped her hips, pressing her against him. "Touch me," she whispered before pressing her lips hungrily to his, sucking on his bottom one as his hand slid under her skirt. His touch was gentle on her skin, just enough to send a shiver up her spine as he teased her, taking his time working his fingers up her inner thigh.

Keening her hips towards his hand, she was desperate for something to relieve the aching between her thighs and Finn obliged her, running his finger up her slit and collecting some of her wetness before pressing his finger against her clit, rubbing it in irregular motions. Fuck. He was really good at this. Every time she'd get comfortable, he'd change what he was doing and the ache would intensify. She wasn't being shy about bucking her hips against his finger. She just wanted to fucking come and he was being a total ass about it. Biting down on his lip as a signal to get a move on, she tugged at his hair desperately as he slipped two fingers into her, moving them quickly. She was so close, and all it took was a flick of his finger against her clit and she was moaning into his mouth, letting his tongue flick against hers as he coaxed her through it. "Fuck," she panted, closing her eyes as the cab driver turned a corner. She had sort of forgotten that they were in a cab and she was quickly forgetting that again as he pulled his fingers up to his mouth and licked them off, moaning a little at her taste. It was really freaking hot.

Kissing him eagerly again, Santana brushed her tongue over his, tasting herself on his tongue with a quiet groan. Something about this was really freaking hot. Maybe it was the drinking or whatever, but this felt like one of those nights that could end up on the top ten, maybe even the top five nights she'd ever spent with a man. Whimpering unhappily as he pulled away to fish out his keys and pay the cab driver, Santana watched his hands move and shivered as the door opened. It had gotten pretty cold out, but luckily she would have Finn in his apartment to keep her warm.

Stepping out of the cab with him, Santana leaned against him as she stumbled up the steps, taking a brief moment to scope out where he lived. It was impressive. An apartment with a door man and an elevator. This was cracking up to be better than she expected. For some reason, a part of her had always pictured Finn living in one of those cheesy frat-like apartments with papers everywhere and empty beer bottles, apparently not.

"Impressed?" he grinned, his eyes glazed over as he reached for her hand, pulling her inside. Normally she would so not be comfortable with that handholding shit, and in a way she still wasn't, but she wasn't going to say anything. Finn was one of those boys who got all emotional over everything, and she didn't want to do anything that was going to prevent her from getting laid. Hell no. She wanted Finn Hudson and she wanted him, like, yesterday…

Of course he would live in the fucking penthouse suite on a thirty floor building, though. Of course. "Seriously, you couldn't have picked a building with less floors?" she whined, borderline pouting because this was taking forever.

"You know, if you were any other chick, the penthouse thing would be a turn-on," Finn pointed out, tilting his head to the side as he eyed her curiously.

"Yeah, well now it's preventing your dick from being inside of me so I'm not all that impressed," she snipped, letting out a sigh of relief as the elevator binged for his floor and she stepped out.

Okay, so this apartment was fucking nice, nicer than her apartment even. It was open plan, so you could see everything. You could literally be fucking and scouring out other fuckable surfaces at the same time. She was jealous. "Damn, Hudson."

"Told you it'd be a turn-on," he smirked, dropping his jacket and keys onto the entry way table before picking her up. And for some reason she couldn't explain (but was going to blame on the alcohol), she was giggling like an idiot, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he pulled her lips back to his and maneuvered his way around the apartment towards his bed.

It felt like Finn's lips were attacking her with the ferocity of his kisses. They weren't nice, playful kisses like she'd expected. They were hot and dirty, with his tongue sweeping against hers and teasing it and almost taunting her into wanting it to end up somewhere else. Not that she didn't already want it in other places, but this wasn't helping at all. Tugging at his shirt, Santana wasn't exactly patient, and Finn's button down might have been work appropriate, but it sure as hell wasn't sex appropriate. Growling unhappily, she pulled at both sides, smirking as the buttons popped off and rolled to the floor. Finn pouted, and he looked like he might want to cry, but she silenced him with another kiss, pulling him down with her as he dropped her onto the bed.

Licking her lips as he pulled his shirt off of his arms, Santana pressed her heels to his chest, dragging them down slowly until her right foot stopped above the waistband of his belt. Those heels were her trademark and Finn seemed mesmerized as he watched her foot move. "Pants off. Now," she ordered, growling and licking her lips again as he obeyed, undoing his belt and dropping his pants as she looked up at him expectantly.

Rolling on top of him as he flopped down onto the bed, Santana whimpered as he gripped her hips, peppering the exposed skin on her chest with kisses. While usually she liked everything to go fast, and while she still wanted him in her, she couldn't help but tangle her hand into his hair, whispering his name as he slid a hand up her side to the front of her shirt, tugging at the buttons until he had them all undone.

"So hot," he mumbled, nipping gently at her skin as his hand wrapped around her back to undo her bra and push it off her arms. Santana smirked, satisfied with his response as her bra landed on the floor with the rapidly building pile of clothes.

Shivering as he blew a puff of air at her nipple, Santana arched her back as Finn's mouth closed around her nipple, sucking on it gently as she moved her hand down to cup him through the thin fabric of his boxers. She still remembered from high school that Finn was definitely proportionate, she just hoped that he knew what to do with that big dick of his now that he was a little older, but given how he was doing this far, she was guessing that he was going to be fine.

"Finn," she moaned as he bit down gently on her nipple, letting his free hand move along her thigh and slip past the hem of her skirt. He smirked, satisfied by the way she was trying to hide the fact that she was desperate for him. And she was desperate. She was wet again and having him so close to her and feeling him through his boxers was definitely not doing anything to help that situation. "I need you in me," she pleaded, tugging at the zipper on her skirt and pulling away slightly to take it off, tugging his boxers down after.

Squealing as he flipped them over, Santana shivered at the way he was looking at her, his eyes riddled with lust. She was vaguely aware of his hand trailing down her leg as she moved it onto his shoulder, but she was too focused on closing the space between their lips. Santana had never been great with eye contact, particularly during sex, so the less he was staring at her, the better. "Are you still…" he asked, trailing off and leaving her to figure out the rest.

"Yeah, just get in me," she nodded. The contraceptive pill was made for a reason, and she was going to die if he had to run off somewhere to get a condom. Finn wasn't the type of guy to sleep around with any girl who looked at him, so she wasn't worried. Licking her lips as she watched his hand move along his length, stroking himself a few times, she moaned loudly as he pushed into her, not hard, but not gentle either. "Finn," she whimpered, letting out a breathy moan as her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels clicking briefly as they met, the bottoms scratching at his skin gently.

Finn buried his face into her neck as he found a steady rhythm, pushing into her fast and deep. They both wanted the same thing and there was no point in hiding it. They both needed to come and the sooner, the better. "God, Finn, yes," she moaned, arching her back slightly as her nails dragged along his skin, hard enough to leave scratches all along his back. He seemed to like the way her name fell from his lips because he pushed deeper, running a hand along her leg as he pressed gentle kisses to her neck. He was so much better at this than he had been in high school, and she was feeling dizzy from the snapping of his hips and the way he felt pressed against her. It felt good, too good even, not that she would ever tell him that shit. She was Santana Lopez, after all.

It didn't last long, but then again, it wasn't supposed to. They were two horny people who clearly had too much built up sexual tension working together in that office, they just needed to release the tension. Biting down on her lip as she tightened around him, Santana whimpered his name, moving her hips against his as he toppled over the edge right after her, breathing heavily as his hips bucked erratically through his climax.

Letting herself sink back down into the mattress, Santana loosened her grip on his back and sighed happily as she pushed her hair out of her face, trying to catch her breath as she closed her eyes. Finn Hudson had definitely had some schooling in the art of sex. He wasn't the awkward little virgin anymore, and he knew it. Damn him.

Bringing an arm up over her head, Santana moved over to one side of the bed as he pulled out of her, giving him some space to lie down next to her. "I don't like, cuddle," she warned him. "This was just a one-time thing, it doesn't mean anything," she added.

It was strange the way his face fell after that. They both laid in silence until they fell asleep. She never realized the irony in her own words, and if she had, she would still have been too drunk to care.