A/N: Na na na na na! See, updating. Updating good. Read on guys! I know you're probably tiring of the chase, but trust me. It'll be worth it.

Santana was now very used to being unable to sleep, as had been the trend for the past month. Whether it was the baby or anxiety (her new unwanted friend) or the fact that they'd started back to school or whatever, sleep just wasn't a good friend of hers anymore. So she lay there in the dark, watching the numbers change on her alarm clock and sighing when another ten or fifteen minutes passed and she got no more closer to drifting off.

Squeezing her eyes, she chanted to herself in a breathy whisper: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!"

Of course, it didn't work, but it was worth a shot. Her mind began to wander, thinking of the motel fiasco, reviewing every detail she'd learned in her parenting classes, and almost dreading her upcoming seventeenth birthday. Then her thoughts were interrupted by her phone going off on her nightstand. Probably Brittany with a nightmare or something. She reached out for it and glanced at the glowing screen.

To her surprise, it was Finn calling. She couldn't imagine what he would want at this time of night and almost ignored the call, but just as it was about to go to voicemail she picked up.

"Hello?" she said slowly, her voice low.

"Were you sleeping?" Finn asked. "If you were I'll just hang up." Santana sighed. He couldn't have texted like a normal person?

"No," she admitted. "I wasn't. Did you need something or were you just randomly calling people to see if they're sleeping at..." She glanced at her alarm clock for the time. "Two in the morning?" Finn chuckled and Santana cracked a small smile. He was in a good mood.

"Kurt has my mom cooking all these microbiotic vegan vomit-inducing meals and I was just really jonesing for some real food. I'm starving. And I know how much you like to eat. You wanna go get something with me?"

"Finn, it's two am. I'm in my PJs," she told him, not understanding why he wouldn't just know that. It would take her at least twenty minutes to get ready.

"Dude, no one is going to care. Throw on a sweatshirt." Santana rolled her eyes. She was not a "throw on a sweatshirt" kind of girl and didn't plan to become one any time soon. "Come on, Santana. Just once. I really want a freakin' burger."

She sucked her teeth, hemming and hawing over the choice. Suddenly she found she was practically starving... She gave in. Just this once couldn't hurt, could it?

"Fine, whatever," she said, feigning disdain. "I'll be ready in five minutes."

"I'm already here, so whenever you're done just come down." Santana frowned got up, looking out her window and down onto the street below. Sure enough, there Finn was, idling in his crappy piece of shit car. He saw her and waved, smiling. She shook her head in disbelief.

"You don't play around, do you?"

"Trust me, if you've been eating what I've had to this past week you'd understand. Sweatshirt!" She could see him miming putting on a shirt and chuckled.

"I'm coming, God." She hung up the phone and went to her closet, digging for her Ohio State hoodie Sambora had given her a few years ago before he'd graduated from there. She tugged it on and frowned when she noticed that it was a bit tight. Oh well. She was already going out with no make-up and in her pajamas. What difference did it make?

After running a brush through her hair she quietly crept downstairs, and walked outside and down the sidewalk to Finn's waiting car. The door was already open for her and she hopped in.

"See, you look fine," Finn told her, looking her up and down appreciatively. Santana squirmed a little bit and flipped her hair with her hand.

"Yeah well. I'm totally smokin' in anything."

"I dig the bump, too," he added as he reached over and patted her baby belly. Santana scrunched her nose, not sure whether that was a compliment or not. She decided he wouldn't chance pissing her off when he'd drug her out of bed at this time of night. They rode the rest of the way just listening to the radio and it wasn't long before they pulled into Lima's only all night diner. Grabbing a booth, Santana wasted no time ordering when the waitress came to help them.

"We'll need two burgers, an order of fries, an order of onion rings, maybe some wings..." Santana carefully scanned the menu, and her face lit up as she poked at it eagerly, having found what she really wanted. "And a chocolate milkshake!" She closed her menu and handed it out for the waitress. With a flick of her eyes at Finn, she shrugged. "And then whatever he is having." Finn tried not to stare at her in awe at her order, but failed slightly. She raised her eyebrow at him as if daring him to say something.

"I'll have uh... Just a burger and some fries. And a Mt. Dew." The waitress disappeared to fill their order, leaving the two alone. Finn chuckled and sat back against the back of the booth, his eyes settling on Santana. "Did you think of something for that new Glee assignment?"

"Mmhmm, I was thinking about doing an Aaliyah song," Santana told him. She leaned forward, letting her excitement for her idea show through, and started to detail her song choice for him, animatedly moving her hands as she talked. Finn liked this, when she was passionate about something. It was kind of hot, with her eyes sparkling and her words coming strong and with little room to breathe between sentences. The fact that it was for Glee Club just heightened the attractiveness of the whole thing for him.

Before she could finish, their food arrived, but once it was on the table Santana completely forgot she'd even been talking. She turned her attention to the plethora of goodies in front of her and began to eat voraciously.

"And I thought I was the one who was starving," Finn said with a laugh and then he took a huge bite of his burger. Between mouthfuls he tried to speak with Santana, but she would only make small noises or shrug in response, forcing him to give up for the time being and just focus on eating. Surprisingly she was done at the same time he was, and she groaned, a hand resting on her stomach.

"I might have overdone it," she said with a wince. "The baby doesn't like to be crowded." Finn decided it was safer not to comment and just laughed nervously. He paid the bill and after he helped Santana up and out of the booth, the two headed out of the restaurant. Once outside and walking down the side of the building towards the car, Santana gave another little groan.

"That's what happens when you try to clean out the diner's kitchen," Finn joked, playfully bumping against her shoulder. When she didn't yield, he stiffened, automatically knowing he'd gone too far and suddenly afraid.

"Are you calling me fat?" she asked him, stopped in her tracks, her jaw dropped. "Are you fucking calling me fat?"

"No! I'm... not... Wh-what? N-n-o! You're not fat... Well you've gotten kind of squishy..." Finn waffled, stammering for the right words that would make this go away. Apparently those weren't the right ones, as Santana's eyes widened and she took a step closer to him and smacked him on the chest with her open hand. "But it's not your fault!" he exclaimed, rubbing the spot where she'd hit him. She knew she hadn't really hurt him, as he was huge, but it felt good to strike him.

"Finn Hudson! I am carrying your baby! I am not fat! Giant fucking dick!" she yelled, smacking him again. Finn stepped backwards away from her, fearing for his life.

"I know! I'm sorry! Like I said you're not fat just squishy!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. The rage on her face was obvious as she began to shake slightly.

"I AM NOT FAT! I AM PREGNANT, YOU ASSHOLE!" She rose her hand to hit him again but Finn grabbed her wrist and spun her, pinning her against the brick wall of the diner, hand above her head. She looked at him confused, anger still boiling under the surface of her bewilderedness. She opened her mouth to yell at him again but he stopped her deftly with a kiss, hard and lingering.

He pressed himself against her more, and felt her melt against him, giving into the liplock with little resistance. He loosened his grip on her hand and let her go, and she brought both of her hands up to rest on the sides of his face, using the wall as leverage to push herself up on her tiptoes so she could deepen the kiss. He tangled one of his hands in her hair, the other quickly found it's way to the hem of her sweatshirt. Not caring that they were in public, she grabbed his hand and encouraged him to reach inside of her clothing. He snaked his hand up and over her stomach, and cupped her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She broke the kiss to moan as she turned her face to his ear.

"Car, car, take it to the car," she breathed into his ear, voice slightly husky. Finn didn't argue, and they continued kissing even as they made it the last few yards to the car and Finn fumbled with the door handle. Once the car door was open, Finn laid Santana down carefully in the backseat before crawling in after her and shutting the door with some hassle. When it was shut, he lowered himself over her and smiled down at her. Santana returned his gaze, more than willing to be in this position with him. She reached for his face and pulled him down, resuming their makeout session.

Again Finn's hands roamed underneath her shirt, but this time she stopped him before he got too far and had him sit up, giving her enough room to tug the offending article of clothing off over her head. With a grimace Santana realized the shirt was stuck, and she couldn't quite get it off the rest of the way.

Finn saw her struggles and braced himself over her with one hand on the car door, the other helping to distangle Santana from her sweatshirt prison. During all of this his hands had become sweaty, and at this most inopportune time his hand slipped down the door, tripping the door handle and setting the car door ajar, the pressure of him still trying to lean on the door sending it flying open, and caused Finn to land with his weight effectively on Santana's chest, knocking the wind out of her.

As she fought for breath, he could feel her punching him weakly, and before he knew it she kicked out with her legs, sending him ass over end out of the car. He landed with a thud and an oof, and he sat there on the parking lot's asphalt dazed while Santana struggled to regain the use of her lungs. Once she had, she said nothing, simply remaining lying down and breathing deeply. Finn recovered first, groaning as he heaved himself up off of the ground.

"You okay?" he asked, peering back inside of the car. Santana had an arm thrown over her eyes, and she shook her head.

"This is so stupid."

"Well yeah..." Finn mused, shuffling nervously. "I don't think it's normal to make out and then almost kill each other." Finn waited for Santana to speak, but she didn't. He leaned over her, looking down at her. She felt his hand rest on the elbow of the arm she still had covering her face. "Are you sure you're okay? Should we go to a hospital or something?"

Santana sighed deeply, the burn in her chest remaining. She was sure she was fine physically, and she could feel the baby stirring. Finn hadn't ever landed on her belly at any time anyway, so she knew the baby was okay, too. Her head on the other hand, was a mess. She took in a ragged breath, deciding she just needed to get this over with.

"We can't keep doing this." The statement was made softly, but in a firm manner. She waited for his reply to come back, his confusion...

"What? As far as I'm aware this is the first time this has happened..." Finn started to say. Ah, there it was. She deftly cut him off before he could go further beyond what she was actually trying to say, realizing some time ago, that like Brittany, you just had to tell Finn straight up or he'd be lost.

"The kissing, Finn," she clarified, taking her arm away from her face and meeting his gaze, which was still focused intently on her face. "The random kissing and then going on and pretending it never happened. It just has to stop, okay? It's not good for... either one of us."

"What if it wasn't random kissing? What if we tried to make it work with us? Like a real boyfriend and girlfriend?" Finn asked, and Santana knew from the ease and speed in which the idea came that it wasn't a new one for him. She shook her head slowly.

"We can't."

"We're already having a baby together," Finn persisted, although he was gentle about it, watching Santana intensely for her reaction.

"That's exactly right, we're having a baby. We don't need any more pressures on us. We have a baby to think about." Santana sat up, and Finn reached in to help her, righting her. Finn simply nodded.

"That's fine. For now. But I just want you to know, up front, since we have to be honest... I'm not happy about it. But I'll wait until you're ready." He seemed so sure of himself that Santana almost believed him. She wanted to believe him.

"And if I'm never ready?" Santana countered, an eyebrow raised at his audacity. Finn looked her over thoughtfully, a hand reaching to brush hair out of her face.

"Something tells me you will be."