The knock on her door echoed in her mind. Santana pulled it open. There was Finn. He looked guilty and hurt.
"Look, Finn I'm so sor…" Finn cut her off by kissing her more passionately than she could've ever dreamed.
"No San, I'm so sorry. I don't want to lose you, ever. It would break me. You are sent from heaven or something," Finn said.
"Finn…" she started but he cleared his throat.
"And I am so sorry that I made you cry. It hurt me so much when I saw you crying. Can you forgive me?" Finn asked.
"Yeah, I can," She said and wound her fingers in his hair.
"What are you thinking?" he asked her.
"I'm wondering why the hell you aren't kissing me," she growled hungrily and brought his face down.
Finn was sitting in his car at the drive-through movie theater. He thought it would've been a fun idea just to try one. Santana and Quinn seemed to enjoy it. Santana sat on Finn lap and Quinn sat on Liam's. Rachel was in the middle, and they had to constantly remind her to shut up during the movie.
"Easy for you to say, whenever you get bored you just turn behind you," Rachel said under her breath to Santana, who had just told her to be quiet. It was technically true, whenever she was bored, Santana would turn around and latch onto Finn's lips. The movie ended and when everyone was back in their own seats, Finn pulled out.
"My brother's house is really close to here. He's away and I've got keys. He's got the crazy pool that cost like too much money. At any rate it's sick. Wanna go for a midnight swim?" Liam asked.
"Well we have the beach bag so we all have swimsuits," Quinn reasoned.
Finn threw Santana in and then jumped in after her, grabbing her in his arms. He held her there as she struggled to break free. She gave up and kissed him.
"That's all you had to do," Finn said. Santana laughed and decided not to leave his arms just yet. Rachel slipped in the water next to Finn.
"Hey, Finn, can I talk to you?" Rachel asked.
"Not right now," Finn said and looked down at Santana. Irritated, Rachel left the pool.
"Santana, can I tell you something?" Finn asked.
"Anything," she whispered.
"I love you," Finn said. Time froze. Santana gasped and turned to look at him, her eyes getting misty in spite of herself.
"Finn, are you serious?" she asked.
"Yeah, I am," he said and brushed her hair back. She sighed happily and fell into his arms.
When they were driving home alone, Santana got Finn to pull the car over.
"Finn Hudson, I love you. I loved you since who knows when," she said the foreign words. They were true and she loved the way they sounded. Finn broke into a smile.
"That's the best news I've ever gotten," Finn murmured and kissed her.