Finn walked past Santana's house. His knees went weak when he looked in the window and saw Santana with her hair down in a stunning red dress. She was smiling and carefree. Finn kept walking, his head clouded with images of Santana. He sat on a park bench, his head in his hands. He hated that he kissed Rachel back. If he hadn't kissed her than he wouldn't be without Santana. He'd still have his girl.

Finn sat in Spanish class, effectively tuning out Rachel. Rachel had been pressuring him to date her since the kiss. Finn was really mad with her because of the consequences of the kiss but she thought he was being melodramatic. Santana was also effectively making Rachel's life utter hell for kissing Finn.

One day after school, Finn walked outside to find that it was pouring and that his car was the last one left. Santana stood in the pouring rain, holding her books over her head and cursing loudly. He touched her shoulder gently, she jumped and then whirled around. When she saw that it was Finn she glared at him.

"Hudson, what the hell are you trying to do? Scare the crap out of me?" she demanded harshly. Finn's heart sank.

"I thought you might need a ride home," he said. Santana hesitated.

"I do, not that I want one from you, Hudson," Santana growled. She unwilling hopped into Finn's car and he started to drive her home, anger rolling off of her in strong waves.

Finn chewed his lip when he pulled in front of her house. She eyed him warily. She bit her lip, obviously debating whether or not to thank him. She opened her mouth but no words came out because Finn captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Santana gasped slightly. She tried to pull away but Finn deepened the kiss and she sighed in content. She unbuckled her self so she could be closer to him and then started pushing her hands through his hair. It was perfect. The kiss was perfect. She was perfect.

"San," Finn mumbled into her mouth. She responded with a pleased sigh. Then her eyes flew open and she pulled away. No, not again, Finn thought desperately.

"Santana," Finn pleaded. She shook her head. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. She ran from the car and into her house in a matter of seconds.

Finn gripped his steering wheel with force and glared at the road to prevent himself from crying. Now he had to get Santana back. He had to.

Finn shook his head, how could being without him be fine with her when it was killing him?