I should be happy, Santana thought numbly as she walked barefoot along the beach. She finally got a job. Artie - who had become a successful director- hired her in one of his movies. Production started in a month. But Santana felt more alone than ever. She swooned when she walked in the door and Finn was singing, she cried when she saw Quinn and Sam in their picture perfect life, she was shaking with fury whenever she saw Rachel.

"I miss you. You aren't around as much," Santana said the words that she'd wanted to say to Finn for the past two weeks. He was still breaking down her walls, but he was around less frequently and Santana hated how much it hurt.

"Yeah, I miss you too," a rough voice told her. Santana spun around. Finn was staring at her, eyes downcast. Santana bit her lip and dug at the sand with her toes.

"Soo...are you stalking me?" she asked, her voice caught in her throat. Finn walked closer to her.

"Yeah, basically," he shrugged. Santana's mouth parted in shock. His eyes were hovering on her lips. Tell him how you feel some small, weak part of her head told her.

"Creepy," was the word she chose instead. Finn smiled slightly. Santana, as always, smiled just from seeing seeing his smile. Finn reached out and laced his fingers with hers. The salty air whipped her hair around. Santana looked into Finn's eyes for the first time, confused and surprised.

"Come home with me, San. You barely stay around any more. Just for sleeping and that's all. Ash, Quinn and Sam miss you. I miss you," Finn whispered. Santana placed her free hand on his chest, stepping closer.

"Let's go," she smirked. Finn, still holding her hand, led her to his car and they drove home. Santana couldn't help but wonder if Finn had an inkling of a hunch that she had feelings for him.

They walked in the front door to be greeted by the joyous Fabray-Evans family. Ash crawled over and Santana scooped him up. He beamed at her and giggled. Sam and Quinn broke into two big, adoring grins. Santana felt a lump well in her throat. Was it wrong that she wanted a life like this? To be loved and to love? Yeah, that didn't sound like Santana Lopez at all. But I still want it, Santana thought as she shifted Ash in her arms. He started to squirm and so Santana handed him back to Quinn.

The Fabray-Evans left for a weekend in their California beach house and so, once again, Finn and Santana would be alone together. For once, Santana wasn't dreading it. So when they watched a movie together, Santana let Finn sit close to her. She let Finn move her head onto his shoulder. She was so screwed.

On Saturday morning, Finn was out and someone knocked on the door. Santana was puzzled, and slightly panicked, when Artie wheeled himself in. Alone.

"Artie? Is Britt okay? Is your engagement still on?" Santana double-checked to make sure Britt's world wasn't decaying.

"Brittany's fine and our engagement has never been better. I actually came to talk to you about something Brittany told me about," Artie said. Santana pulled a chair up across from his wheelchair.

"Okaaay," Santana drew the word out slowly. She was totally confused.

"Don't get made at her, but Brittany told me about you and Finn. Everything from graduation to now," Artie started. Santana's eyes widened.

"SHE DID WHAT?" Santana interrupted him. Artie held up his hands in surrender and attempts of peace.

"I know that sounds bad, but I swear this is good. See, Brittany didn't know that after graduation -when you went to Brittany- Finn came to me," Artie paused there, hanging that...that bait right in front of Santana. Santana's mouth parted in shock and in pure longing. That piece of knowledge...she had always wondered what had happened to Finn after that day. And now she could know.

"Tell me!" Santana demanded. Then a different revelation hit her. What if it was bad? What if he had sworn her off forever? Holy shit, now she didn't want to know at all. But it was too late, Artie's mouth was opening.

"Finn was sad and heartbroken of course. But he was angry with himself. He felt that he was too late and that he had pushed you. He blamed himself for not actually being with you before. I asked him why he wasn't angry at you and he yelled at me. Said that he could never be angry with you in that context. He said you'd always be the one that got away and he'd just have to live with that and move on," Artie said the last part very softly. Santana didn't no whether to laugh with joy or cry with heartbreak. That story was both amazing and painful.

A lot like her relationship with Finn.