Quinn walked into Santana's room, smiled for a greeting and then closed the door. Santana raised her eyebrows in question. Quinn sighed and sat on the end of the bed. Santana was seriously confused, Quinn looked like she wanted to have a heart-to-heart.

"So, Finn talked o me about the other night at the club," Quinn started. Santana groaned in annoyance and pressed her face into her pillow.

"Why can't he keep his mouth shut?" Santana whined.

"So you do recall almost kissing him," Quinn said skeptically. Santana lifted her head and started to massage her temples. Santana sighed and looked at a very patient Quinn.

"I...of course I remember! I haven't been that happy for so long," Santana replied a little wistfully. Quinn smiled knowingly.

"Of course, it's Finn. You and Finn have always had an...interesting and special relationship. You've always had a kind of spark. I know you have a hard time letting people in, but Finn's always found away. And you know what? You need to let him in this time," Quinn stressed each syllable of the last sentence. Santana shook her head. She and Finn definitely had an 'interesting relationship'. But, as far as Santana was concerned, it was going to stay that way.

"No, Q. It doesn't work that way between us. I shut him out during Graduation and I'm not falling into the puddle of quicksand that some people call love. Especially not with Finn," Santana insisted. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"San, why don't you deserve to be happy? Why doesn't Finn deserve to be happy? Why can't you get passed the goddamn pride you have and just admit that you love him?" Quinn pressured. Santana ran a hand through her sloppy hair. She felt tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"I...think I just need to get a job and a house. Romance comes last," Santana replied and stood up. Quinn bit her lip before standing up and leaving. Santana wiped her eyes and took a shaky breath. Romance comes last, she reminded herself. Santana walked downstairs and watched Sam and Quinn take Ash outside. Finn was standing at the bottom of the stairs, smiling up at her.

"Morning, starshine," Finn chuckled. Santana bit her lip and shrugged.

"Morning," she replied. And of course, since Finn was around, Santana lost her grace and tripped, successfully landing herself in Finn's warm and protective arms. Finn now shifted his gaze to smile down at her.

"Aren't we clumsy today," Finn teased. Santana tried to scowl but his smile was just so contagious.

"Like you're so elegant?" Santana demanded. She was still in his arms. And she had no intention of leaving.

"So...what did you and Rachel do after I left the club?" Santana asked innocently. Finn untangled himself from her. Santana crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable.

"Danced, talked, laughed and for the first time, she wasn't crazy," Finn smiled a little bit. Santana felt her gut twist.

"So...you had fun?" Santana asked weakly. Finn stirred his coffee absently. Santana's breathing hitched a little.

"Yeah, but I did feel like I was missing something," Finn murmured, his eyes trained on Santana's lips. Santana leaned over the counter to steal the sugar bowl from Finn. He leaned forward to grab the spoon next to her hand. Their lips were less than an inch away from each other, she could hear him breathing. And she had a hard time believing that he couldn't hear her heart pounding a mile a minute. Finn's warm brown eyes met hers. Santana grabbed the sugar and pulled away.

"Well, I need to go grocery shopping," Santana announced, before fleeing from the house.

Santana drove quickly and ferociously. She was biting her lip in contemplation and Finn's warm eyes just refused to leave his mind. My god, she wanted to be in his arms so badly it hurt.

When she arrived at the grocery store, she ran into Rachel. Unfortunately, not in the literal sense.

"So, you seemed upset that Finn and I dance," Rachel leered at her. Santana pursed her lips.

"Listen, Rachel. I'm obviously not stuck in my teenage years, unlike you. So let me spell this out for you: You were only Finn's high school sweetheart, if that. You're never going to get him back. He needs an adult relationship. And you are a whacko," Santana smiled all too innocently.

"I'm not stuck in the past!" Rachel insisted. Santana scoffed.

"Clearly your unsuccessful career has had a negative effect on your mind. I'm not going to waste my time playing games with you. I'm an adult now," Santana sighed before walking away.

She was an adult who was crazy in love.