She wakes up with the biggest smile and she doesn't even know why. Her brain starts firing on all cylinders as she stretches out and once she realizes the obvious space next to her, the memory of the night before hits her like a ton of bricks. She's not sure how she feels. She knows last night was amazing but sitting up in Finn Hudson's old bed in Finn Hudson's old room without Finn Hudson anywhere in sight, irrational regret and panic start to set in. She's overthinking consequences. Her defenses are up and she's ready to run out the door faster than lightening. But she's too late, as the boy who spent the night nuzzling the back of her head enters the room half-dressed, carrying two mugs. The battle scars from last nights brawl with Puck are shining clearer than ever and he looks like total shit. So she tells him with her usual sensitive and compassionate manner.
"You look like total shit."
He laughs and nods before sitting down on the bed next to her and handing her one of the mugs.
"And morning to you too. ..It's actually not as bad as it looks."
"How do you know? I bet you can't even see yourself in the mirror hamster-face…. Yuck why is there no coffee in this milk?" she adds looking disgusted into her mug.
"Because my mom only has half-fat de-café stuff, and I know how offended you get by half-fat stuff so I thought it'd be better to stick with milk. Come on, milk's delicious! You don't have to have caffeine with everything you drink."
She looks at him like he's been speaking in a foreign language for half an hour before putting the mug on the bedside table and searching the room for her clothes. Her running away plan had to be aborted now that the source was blocking the doorway, so she has no choice but to turn to plan B, which in Santana's rulebook means going for the power play –nonchalance.
"I guess I'll have to stop off at Starbucks on my way home then."
"You're leaving now?" he asks with light disbelief.
"Yeah, well as riveting as the memory-lane-tour stroke gladiator-fight-night has been, I have work to do for tomorrow so…"
He just sits there sipping on his milk as she continues to gather up her possessions before eventually daring to be bold.
"Are we ever going to talk about what happened last night then or…"
Show time Santana.
"What's there to talk about?"
"Um, how about you and I having like, totally epic sex?… that's kind of a hot-off-the-press conversation topic!"
"So we had sex… We've done it before- granted you've improved a lot since then but I'd be sincerely worried for you if you hadn't- but I wouldn't get carried away with the phrase 'totally epic'. It was good… but it was a once in a blue moon occasion where you were drunk, and I was….. I was feeling sorry for you because you looked like a kicked-dog from the pound and you were playing that really nice music so yeah, it was drunken pity sex. Good, drunken pity sex, but let's not pretend it was anything different and let's not make a huge deal out of it ok?"
She avoids his gaze as she imagines the pathetic look on his crushed face but had she looked she would've seen something completely different. He was obviously a little insulted but it was as if he had spent the morning expecting this speech and prepared himself to humor her with dignity.
"Ok."
"So I need to go but thanks for letting me stay and I'm sorry about your gig, although that was kind of your fault… but go make up with Puck and I'll see you at home ok."
"Ok."
"But don't tell Puck about this ok."
"Ok."
"And stop saying ok."
"O- …sure."
They share a moment of angst as she waits for him to move out of the way of the door and as she leaves, she wishes he had reacted pathetically as expected rather than with the arrogant, dignified streak he just exuded because it's much more difficult to leave him when he's actually sexy.
He arrives back at the apartment later that night while she's sat at the living room table, still hard at work. They exchange greetings before he puts his stuff down and heads for the fridge.
Without lifting her head from the table, she calls out to him.
"There's no alcohol in there. I've hidden it all in my room. And those leftover pills in the bathroom went to go visit the sewer system via la toilet."
He smiles in embarrassment.
"Right. Thank you. I was just going for some juice but… yeah. Well I think I'm just gonna have a shower and go to bed. First day at the pet store tomorrow."
"Well you're going to need as much beauty sleep as possible to help make those golf ball lumps on your face look presentable. They're going to have to keep you in the back so you don't scare the customers!"
"Oh man, I didn't think about that… I could tell them I got hurt trying to rescue some baby birds in a tree or something. Yeah, like, one was hurt but the mother got all defensive but I risked it to try and save the animals…That'll get me brownie points!"
"What kind of mother-fucking big-ass bird could do that, to you?"
"Um... a Golden Eagle? We have those in Ohio right? Wait, duh, we have one on our flag. Idiot." He face-palms himself as he heads towards the bathroom and all she can do is roll her eyes and go back to her work.
It's impossible for her to sleep. She can't get him off her mind and knowing he's in the next room makes it all the worse. It's quiet, so judging from the absence of his industrial-machine snoring, she predicts he's lying awake too. This is stupid. He's just a big idiot and she could do so much better. She's standing with her hand on the door handle to his room when she realizes she'd rather get into his pants than listen to her brain. She sneaks into the room. He sits up immediately as she precedes sliding herself over his body on the bed and before he can say anything she places a finger to his lips before attacking them with hers.
They have sex and she falls asleep in his arms again without saying anything.
When he wakes up in the morning she's gone.
Their work schedules keep them apart for the rest of the week. When he wakes up she's gone. And when he gets home she's in her bedroom.
But she sneaks into his room every night for the next 5 nights, and the sex just gets better and better...