A/N: This chapter contains smut- you've been warned. Correction to last notes- the story was originally posted 15 July 2020.
Finn didn't want to jinx it. He was getting so excited, but he maintained a gnawing doubt that Santana would sober up or just come to her senses, and not show up.
He slipped back into the main hall. Rachel was slow dancing with Mr Plastic to 'Just can't get enough' being sung by Kurt and Blaine. She looked happy and content. She was heavily made-up. Her style had become more fashionable since going to New York and her eyes were plastered with eyeliner to look smokey or something. Her hair was extra silky smooth too. Mr Schue was nowhere to be seen. Quinn was at the bar. Brittany and Sam were all over each other on the dancefloor.
He tried not to get caught up in all the old friends there. He subtly excused himself. He went to the main reception and was glad it wasn't hard to get a room. He texted Santana and went up and stripped off his suit jacket and bowtie, and then he sat on the bed. After a couple of minutes, he got up and started pacing. Then he went to the minibar.
I really shouldn't drink any more.
Do I even have a condom?
He waited for what felt like forever, until he heard a quiet knock. He opened the door and she leaned against the frame and smiled seductively at him.
Finn told her straight, "I was worried you'd bail."
Finn hadn't been in the dark, but he'd only put the bedside light on. Santana turned the room light on, and very slowly put the 'Do not disturb' sign on the outside door handle. Finn watched on feeling jittery right down to his stomach in anticipation. Finn went and sat on the end of the bed and just watched her.
She had a sexy way about her, even just walking, Santana caught your attention without even trying, without shaking anything all that much, it was just this intrinsic quality of her.
Finn patted the bedspread next to him. She smiled wryly, and came over, but she didn't sit, she stood in front of him.
She plugged her iPod into the wall and scanned for music, putting it on speaker setting.
"What song are you after?" Finn enquired.
"Just a little Dirty Dancing," Santana said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
A beat started.
'When your baby,
leaves you all alone,'
Santana started to sway her hips in time to the beat. Dirty Dancing tended to make Finn think of Rachel, because she was like Baby, the naïve Jewish girl, who didn't know about men, or how to be sexy…
'And nobody calls you on the phone
Don't cha feel like crying'
Santana snapped him out of it. She let her own arms glide over her hips and stomach sensually touching herself. It wasn't quite a lap dance, but it was very arousing, and Finn could feel the blood draining away from his face. And he watched her closely, anticipating when it would be time for him to be tracing her curves with his hands.
The lead vocal was Solomon Burke's soulful baritone, but Finn did his best to sing along with it.
'Don't cha feel like crying
Well here I am, my honey, c'mon baby, cry to me'
Santana reached her hand out and Finn jumped up. She let him grind dance with her. She positioned her body in front of him, and so her ass was rubbing right up into his groin. She rolled her hips in big circles, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned forward and begun to kiss her neck. One of her hands lay flat against his cheek, caressing him.
Finn was shaking a little, but he also felt bold, he ventured a hand down the curve of her hip, down her outer thigh with his fingers splayed. Feeling her warmth and the satin. He was getting hot and bothered.
Santana suddenly twirled, so she was facing him. Her knee pushed in between his thighs, and with bent legs they were in such close proximity. Her rubbing up against him, had him feeling overly confined in his dress pants.
'When you're all alone,
In your lonely room'
Santana started to play out the scene in the movie, she steadied herself by holding his shoulders now that they were facing one another, and Finn braced her as she did a backbend dip.
'And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume'
There's a lot of trust involved in partner dancing, he observed. Finn felt nervous, but he steadied himself by stepping forward, so his leg was between hers, and he held Santana's waist firmly. She smiled at him deviously, as she laid back into another backbend dip rolling from one side to the other. She was so flexible her hair grazed the carpet.
'Don't cha feel like crying
Don't cha feel like crying'
Finn was proud he didn't drop her. And Santana still had that sexy look in her eyes, before she began to unbutton his shirt.
Oh no! Finn felt his nerves getting the better of him.
"It's fine, Finn," She was actually being encouraging, and she slipped her nimble fingers under his shirt to help pull it out of his suit pants. Santana had her nails kept short and painted dark red. She kept undressing him as she planted her lips on his neck. His white shirt floated to the floor.
The song continued,
'C'mon baby, c'mon, cry to me'
And now Santana was peeling his singlet up and over his head.
It's gonna be okay, Finn tried to give himself a pep talk. But he felt exposed, and she could tell he felt exposed.
Santana smiled sweetly at him to help him feel reassured.
'Nothing can be sadder than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness, loneliness, it's just a waste of your time, oh yeah'
Copying Jennifer Grey, Santana lifted her left leg up to Finn's waist, bent at the knee pushing her crotch up to his. He felt an incredible exchange of heat. Finn remembered how Patrick Swayze held her leg up by gripping the back of her thigh, so he did the same. Santana leaned back into a sideways dip slowly and in full control.
'But you don't ever you don't ever have to walk alone
You see, Come take my hand, and baby, won't you walk with me? whoa yeah'
Santana's expression was sultry, she seductively moved, achingly slowly around behind him, with her fingers gliding over his bare back feeling like electricity. Finn swallowed hard.
'When you're waiting for a voice to come'
And then he felt her hand casually trace the curve of his butt, giving his cheek a little squeeze. He flinched, then felt like a complete novice.
'In the night there is no one
Don't cha feel like crying
Don't cha feel like crying'
Santana lifted her arms up just as Baby had in the movie, but Finn couldn't take her top off, because she was wearing a figure-hugging strapless dress with a big split up the side, so Finn just ran his hands over and up her back and along her outstretched arms to her finger tips. Finn didn't usually do so much slow touching first, all this building was really getting him going.
Santana came back around to face him. For all the dance moves, the sexiest thing Santana was doing was actually how she was looking at him, like she was dying to do all manner of dirty things to him. Finn felt a yearning so deep, to be inside her.
'Don't you feel like cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cry, cry to me, cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-crying? cry to me
Don't you feel like cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cry, cry to me, cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-crying?'
Finn couldn't take any more. He captured her lips again. Like he was actually trying to mould them into one, being all over her wasn't enough, not close enough or deep enough. And pulled the dress up to past Santana's hips, it didn't stretch so that was the only way he could get to her panties. She obliged and held his neck and wrapped her thighs around his waist as he walked them over to the bed.
He laid her down in the middle, and peeled those red lacey panties off her beautiful athletic legs and took a long sniff, just to get his juices flowing.
He ran his hands up and down her legs, and Santana had a self-satisfied look on her face as she slowly parted her thighs for him. Finn didn't feel confident with this particular aspect of lovemaking, since Rachel found it unseemly. And he hadn't done it with Santana the first time, she had taken him in her mouth at the beginning.
He and Rachel tended to make love in the dark, and undress themselves and hop under the covers and just sort of grope around. He didn't usually look right at her… lady parts.
There were the lips, that met at the top, with the little fold thing, and the hair above that, but it was what was inside that he wanted a better look at. He ran his fingers lightly over the inside of her thigh, and he felt her quiver slightly at his delicate touch.
Finn felt really nervous.
If I do a bad job, she'll probably tell me, or better yet, she'll commentate what I'm doing wrong while I'm doing it.
This is too much pressure.
Finn decided to go for it. He kissed the top of her opening, and began to trace the outside of her lower lips. Santana laid quietly for now, with her knees bent. He pressed a finger inside her. She felt warm and wet, and he liked the taste of her. He began to lap at her opening.
He heard the faintest of stifled cries escape her beautiful full lips.
That encouraged him on. His finger resumed its exploration inside her opening by adding a second finger and he kept kissing and flicking and stroking her sensitive areas.
He was enjoying glancing up at her face, pulled taut, her eyes closed. And at her stomach muscles tensing through the satin, and releasing ever so slightly when Santana reacted to his touch.
And her breathing was the real indicator, she let him know when he had found the right spot.
He kept at it for a while, he was using three fingers now but he didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Three fingers wasn't as big as his dick, but Finn didn't see how to add a forth. When he was enjoying himself, he would build and build and then release. But, while she was obviously turned on, he didn't think she was getting closer to climax.
He persisted a while longer before feeling mortified.
One more thing I'm failing at.
Well, she's a lesbian, why did I think this was a good idea?
Finn was about to stop, and run into the bathroom and just stay there until Santana left, and never mention this again, and pray she didn't either. And never make eye contact with her again. And maybe he'd move to an even smaller town.
Santana seemed to sense his distress, she opened her eyes now, she reached her own hand down and displaced his. I'm doing this so badly, she doesn't want me to touch her anymore. Finn stepped back.
Santana's fingers sort of lifted up that brown fold at her opening, and then she began to rub the underside, really slow and gently with her finger tips.
Then she brought her other hand in and slipped only one finger inside.
Is she going to let me watch her masturbate?
Finn sat at attention, mesmerized. He realized pretty quickly, he'd been using way too much pressure at the top of her opening, and he'd been kind of in the wrong spot, and that, he didn't need to fill up her hole with his fingers either.
He got closer, and she took his hand and placed it where her own had been, and he tried to emulate what she'd been doing as best he could.
And pretty soon he saw her body come alive. She encouraged him on, when he touched her in the right spot she let him hear how much it excited her. Finn slowly began to calm down and just focus on her and watching her for little tremors, and moans. Santana's breathing became raspy, and her stomach muscles kept clenching taut, then releasing only to tense again, as her climax built. Santana gripped handfuls of the white damask bedspread, as if she was trying so hard to hold on. She let him know vocally how much she was enjoying what he was doing. Santana was loud.
Instead of using his hand, right at the end, Finn put his mouth back on her clit and tried to make those gentle circles with his tongue. Between that, and the way he was tickling her inside, Santana began to moan.
He began to thrust harder with his finger inside.
"No! Don't change a thing," She instructed, breathlessly.
Finn complied. Her leg even began to shake. Her breath was strangled. Only a few more come-hither motions with his finger and her whole body seized and he felt her clamp down on his finger inside. And Santana cried out, as her whole body crunched forward, and her legs snapped together as he sent her over the edge. Finn's head got squished by her thighs for a long second. And then his fingers were covered in fluid.
Finn was a little startled by that. I don't think I've ever made Rachel do that. "Did you just… cum?"
Santana flopped back, and lay completely still except for her sucking breaths.
"Yep."
"Awesome!"
Finn licked his fingers because he was genuinely curious whether it would taste different. Mostly, like more of the same, but there was a wet patch on the bed, and he couldn't help but grin because he was so damn proud of himself. Looking at Santana lying spent, having just orgasmed from Finn's skills made him so hard.
"Come here," She gestured.
He crawled up next to her, and she began kissing him passionately.
Finn was used to having to rinse his mouth first, Rachel was utterly grossed out if Finn had been downtown then tried to kiss her. Santana was the opposite. She loved it.
Finn rolled onto his side to watch her. Then he realized she was still in the dress.
Last time, in that dingy motel room, Santana had been wearing a padded lilac teddy, pre-breast implants. Finn could recall that image whenever he closed his eyes, he'd recalled it more than he cared to admit to. That night, when Finn had tried to pull her negligée down so he could touch her tits, Santana had refused, slapping his hands away and pulling the straps back up. She had clearly been sensitive about how her breasts looked. She had only let him touch her through the material.
She's going to let me see her boobs this time.
Finn just sort of reached out, and took her shoulder and hip and rolled Santana over onto her side facing away from him so he could get at the zip.
"I'm not doing that!" Santana warned him immediately, trying to push him off.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to…" Then he stopped, feeling like he'd done something wrong.
Santana got up and looked at him as if she was scared, just for a moment, then it melted into anger, "What the hell is wrong with you!" She demanded.
And then Finn really didn't understand what had happened.
"…see your boobs this time," Finn finished his sentence tentatively.
Her whole face changed, "Oh," Relief crossed her features.
"What did you think?" He questioned her.
Santana shook her head and didn't explain. She sat back on the end of the bed and held her hair out the way so he could get her out of her dress.
"We don't have to… you know, with my… cock," Finn was getting more flustered by the moment.
Santana didn't say anything to that.
Finn crawled up behind her and enjoyed taking the zip down slowly, seeing her black satin strapless bra and her bare back. Flawless. She stepped out of it, and the dark red satin crumpled onto the floor. Her light brown ass was in such perfect shape. Santana was hotter than any model in Penthouse. Not that that was his thing.
Finn had had no idea how to unhook a bra that first time with Rachel, he'd embarrassed himself to the point where he needed to turn the lights back on and watch her do it.
In the present, Santana's bra puddled on top of the dress. He pulled her by the shoulders to lie flat again.
Awesome!
It was surprising she was letting him, because if Finn recalled anything from their fling, it was that Santana Lopez liked to be in control.
Finn put his face into the cleft between her perfect tits. He stared at her small, dark nipples. He squeezed one warm, soft, jelly filled light brown sack in his fingers, and took the other nipple into his mouth. He enjoyed her, savoring every sight and feeling. One breast, then the other, petting her the whole time. Feeling like he just wanted to go to sleep nestled in her breasts. Like in a field of daisies or something. He felt Santana caressing his head with her hands, scrunching handfuls of his hair between her fingers, encouraging him on. He could hear her breath catching in her throat. Because the lights were on he could see the thin red line, the scars under each breast, where she'd had the implants inserted. She paid a horrible price to look this good.
Finn kissed his way down her flat stomach, and tickled her side to see if he could make Santana squeal or laugh. But, she wasn't ticklish. Finn looked back up at her face, Santana had remained lying on the bed, but she watched him closely with that, 'I want to fuck your brains out' look on her face.
Finn stood for a moment and watched her as he unbuttoned his suit pants. She smirked at him deviously, which gave him the encouragement he needed. His pants dropped to his ankles revealing his tighty whities. Finn had forgotten he was wearing them, then he felt embarrassed that she was going to mock him for being thoroughly unsexy. But she didn't.
"You are so cute," Santana beamed, signaling a come hither motion with her hand. And an intense look on her face.
Finn couldn't help but smile back at her. He peeled off his jockeys, and stood stark naked before her. She looked pleased. Finn got back on the bed next to her. They hadn't really settled the question of what she was willing to do. Finn was thankfully saved from having to ask any more awkward things though, because Santana wrapped her fingers around his shaft and those beautiful lips swallowed his head.
Awesome!
He felt her tongue swirling on the tip of his dick, and Santana was sliding her fingers up and down the rest of his length in the opposite direction to her tongue, using more pressure at the base. And she was using her lips to suck down over his head and slowly glide over the ridge to the neck then back up again. Painfully slowly.
Wow!
They hadn't gotten this far last time before Finn had to ask her to stop. Because he'd really wanted to put his dick in her snatch and Santana had been making him so hot, he was going to spill the gravy before he got there.
Santana just knew so much about all of this stuff, and she was so confident, even now. Her other hand gently grazed his sack, which made Finn extra excited to be stimulated in so many places at once. Santana sucked with more force and slowly took more of his length into her throat.
Mail man, mail man, MAIL MAN!
Her hand from his shaft was now somehow on his butt as he felt her give his cheek a healthy squeeze. The shock of it almost made him jizz.
Mail man, mail man, MAIL MAN!
"I'm gonna cum," He felt it only right to warn her.
Santana released him immediately. Finn held himself now, and expected to finish himself off, but Santana laid back, naked on the bed spreading her legs in full view of him, and gave him a look that said he could do more.
"Are you sure?" He asked her, he couldn't contain his excitement.
Santana nodded. She really didn't seem to like talking during.
Finn moved until he lay between her spread legs, covering her lithe body with his own, and just let his cock rub up against her sopping wet opening. And Santana let him.
He hooked his arms under her armpits, bringing their faces inches apart. Santana looked right at him, and smiled kindly, "It's okay, Finn," Was all she said, to encourage him on.
He pushed inside her.
I'd forgotten how good this feels.
He watched her face as she felt him enter her. She looked to be enjoying it, not scared or in pain, which relieved some of his worry.
"Condom," She reminded him.
Finn pulled out and fumbled around on the bedside table, suiting himself up with the lone condom he'd found in his wallet that was who knows how old.
He couldn't help feeling like the other shoe was about to drop. That she'd want to stop.
"Are you sure?" He asked her again.
Santana replied, "I'm fine, Finn, stop worrying."
Finn laid against Santana with his body, and he felt her knees bend and encircle him, and he pressed inside again. Finn felt her hands on his ass a she thrust up to meet him.
Awesome!
He drew back, before slowly pushing inside again farther. Finn kissed Santana's beautiful big lips, he cupped her cheeks and stared into her face, but her beautiful dark eyes were closed, so he settled for looking at her thick long lashes.
By the third stroke he was in as far as her body would take him. She was throbbing around him, and he felt he would just melt into her. Finn liked feeling immersed in her. He'd sworn after the last time with Santana he'd never do this again with anyone he didn't love. But Finn did love her now, the way you love an old friend, someone you've helped, who's been through hell and back by your side, and you see them for who they are.
This was solice.
Finn had found a way he liked with Rachel, where he'd slowly rock his hips, not really thrusting, the trick was to basically tracing the front wall of her vagina with the head of his dick, there was some pleasure spot for girls there or something. You didn't need to press deep. Anyway, the thing he'd worked out himself was that the more he made her body like what he was doing, the more her body would please his body.
So that's what he did here. Santana was writhing beneath him, trying to thrust more forcefully. But he didn't indulge her. Last time, Santana's way had been to straddle him and ride him so hard and fast he came despite himself, then she kissed and touched until he could go again, and his body kept responding to her, then it was more animalistic thrusting in a different position.
Finn wanted to show Santana how good it could feel this way. The trick was to do it quite gently. And Santana didn't really have a tender button. She was expecting pounding and seemed annoyed. She was too hot to handle. She began to thrust up, and was trying to make him ride her rougher using her hands on his ass to control his motions. Finn literally pinned her hips with his hands after she didn't take the hint.
She stared back at him now, but he shook his head slightly, and resumed kissing her mouth.
He kept at it, the slow gentle tracing, finding that bit inside her that felt spongey, that's what he wanted to keep stimulating. Santana stopped trying to dictate their motions, and let him do as he would. He heard a sound of pleasure escape her lips. He kept at it, trying to cause her to make that sound again. Her breathing got hoarse again.
She gripped his back, and dug her nails in.
So hot!
He could feel her body respond to his gentle tracing of her g spot, and he just kept going, feeling that pressure build, within her, as she got hotter and wetter, and her squeezing of him more rhythmic. And he felt her muscles beginning to tense, which was matching his own build up. Far from lying still though, Santana was gently rocking to meet his motions now. He didn't have much stamina, it was a wonder he hadn't cum yet, it had been so long.
Mail man, mail man, MAIL MAN.
He felt her getting close. Her cries of pleasure, kept him at it, achingly slow. Almost, almost.
Santana slipped a hand down between her legs to play with her clit, and he knew why he couldn't get her over the edge. He displaced her fingers with his own. He rubbed her gently, as he kept on with that slow rocking motion. He had to hold himself up on one arm to do it though, and his toes, almost like a push up.
He had to fight to contain himself. He could feel that trickle pulling from the rest of his body start to pool in his groin. Hold on. Her breathing built up to the point of her holding her breath for long moments at a time, and he felt her leg begin to shake. Almost. Her stomach muscles did something too, a weird sort of tensing, he could feel it. Almost, he kept at both the tiny gentle circles on her clit and the cock tracing of her g spot.
Their faces were nearly level, he was still so much bigger than her. He stared into her eyes, her beautiful dark eyes, and smiled, Santana didn't look away this time either, he didn't have a hand free so he couldn't cup her cheeks to hold her focus, like he had done. To Finn's amazement, it was Santana who held his face in her hands now, so their eyes were locked mere inches apart. There was a bond of trust that ran so deep pass between them in that intense moment. He didn't know what it was or how to describe it, he just felt it.
Santana's lips pulled into a pout, her whole body clenched, and her vajayjay closed on his cock so strongly that she wrung his orgasm from him. Her body milked the cum out of him, with a spasm so intense he thought his dick would explode, but in a good way. He heard her cry out in his ear, and Finn grunted as his own release that shot out of him in waves.
He collapsed onto her completely spent.
Wow! Finn felt light headed. I've never…
Santana was both breathless and speechless. They laid there, slowly catching their breath.
"Fuck me, Finn Hudson!" Santana exclaimed, putting her hands on her forehead, "I didn't think you had it in you."
Finn finally felt better about himself.
"Thank you," He whispered into her ear, "I really needed this." He kissed her cheek, they were both sweaty and he had to swipe her hair out of the way to do it.
"You're a great guy, Finn," Santana replied, "Don't doubt yourself."
They laid in each other's arms like that. He could feel her hands gently gliding up and down his back.
Finn eventually started to feel cold from his sweat. He rolled off her and onto his back, just staring up at the ceiling. More to his shock Santana didn't leave, she laid her head on his chest and began to delicately run her fingers through his chest hair.
Finn noticed the music was still playing quietly in the background. The last song finished and the next one from the soundtrack began. It had a grinding percussion as well.
'Stay
Just a little bit longer
Please, please, please, please, please
Tell me you're going to
Now, your daddy don't mind
And your mommy don't mind
If we have another dance
Just one more
One more time'
"I expect $100 if you want to jiggle one of my man boobs," He joked.
She chuckled, and play slapped his face.
"You owe me," He reminded her, "you didn't even give me $1 at the kissing booth, and you used tongue… and gave me mono!"
Santana smiled slyly, still unapologetic, "Well, you should've gone out with me when you broke up with Rachel."
He just shook his head, pretending to still be annoyed.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, and Finn reflected upon how different this was to the last time. Last time, they hadn't even gotten naked, and right afterwards they were both so awkward. All he thought then, was that Santana was Quinn's hot and bitchy bestie, he didn't have a lot of time for. And that and Puck had said she was a good lay. Finn figured Puck would know, because he'd had a lot of girls. Even still, Puck kept coming back for more where Santana was concerned. Finn knew she had a rep among the football guys for being easy, but that wasn't something he paid much attention to. But that was before he really saw her, for the person she truly is. He understood how she had disconnected sex from emotion, given how she was denying her true feelings for women. Even though Santana was still mean sometimes, he understood her meanness now. She had a good heart, she was loyal and protected the hell out of those she loved.
"I'm starving," Santana spoke suddenly, sitting up, she lifted a sneaky eyebrow, "I bet this place has room service."
Finn nodded, "Yeah, sounds good."
They both ordered grilled cheese sandwiches. He had no idea last time around, since he barely knew her, but her sudden burger craving was an anomaly, and here she was again. Because the rest of the time, she never seemed to eat any solid meals.
"So, is junk food like a post-sex ritual for you?" He asked in a joking way, so he wouldn't make her self-conscious.
"Something like that," She shrugged and didn't elaborate.
He didn't pry. She was going to eat a meal with him, so he was happy.
Finn got up, put his shirt back on and his undies, and went into the bathroom, disposed of the rubber. He liked that he smelled like sex, he didn't even want to shower, he wanted to have her scent all over him. He looked at himself in the mirror. Last time after he and Santana did the deed, when Finn looked in the mirror afterwards in that cheap motel bathroom, he felt disgusted with himself. He knew he'd thrown away something precious, without really thinking about it first. He'd been expecting to feel different, profound, more adult or something. And it had been disorienting to feel the same, but somehow dirty.
Now, he felt better than he had in months. Finn looked into the bathroom mirror.
I'm back.
He did a finger gun motion at his reflection.
Then that little voice in his head, reared its ugly head.
She was just being kind.
She's a lesbian and she can't love you.
What are you doing!
This isn't real.
When he came out Santana was under the covers. And the music was still playing, it was up to Will you still love me tomorrow?
How apt.
Finn snuck in beside her, and then pushed his luck to see if she'd let him hug her. She wouldn't, she was back to being awkward, Santana started pacing the room, like she was getting stressed out.
"You're so beautiful," Finn said without thinking.
Santana looked at him nervously. Rather than flattered.
Stop scaring her away!
You know she can't handle emotional stuff!
Santana disappeared into the bathroom, and he heard the shower turn on. She took a fair while, and by the time she came out, one towel wrapped across her body, the other in her hair, the food arrived.
And Santana ate like she really hadn't eaten all week. Finn was quiet but he couldn't help but watch her, he was having all these new feelings, but he couldn't really enjoy it because of the gnawing doubt that had reared its head when he gazed upon his reflection.
Finn tried to find the courage to ask the question he really wanted the answer to. Finn was embarrassed, "I didn't think you," He feet sheepish, "you know, you did this anymore... with guys."
"I don't," Santana replied plainly without a hint of irony.
"Then what was this?" Finn was now dreading the answer. Please.
"I told you," Santana explained, "I still had feelings for you after the last time."
"So, you're like not 100% gay?" Finn sounded as awkward as he felt. Please.
An uncomfortable silence hung in the room.
"Do you have a toothbrush?" She asked, using distraction that wasn't even remotely subtle.
"There's a new one in the drawer."
Santana went in the bathroom for about 15 minutes. When she came out, Finn had turned the lights off except for the lamp next to him. He had laid down, pretending to sleep, to avoid freaking her out any further. He wanted them to sleep in this bed together tonight.
He realized he really didn't want her to leave. Santana climbed in on the opposite side. Finn kept sneaking closer, and closer, while still pretending to be sleeping. Until he was right up against Santana's back as they both laid on their sides. When it was obvious what he'd been doing, he put a protective arm around her waist. Santana didn't stop him, she seemed fine with it to his surprise.
"Thank you, Santana," He said quietly.
He kissed her cheek.
The silence was deafening. He wanted her to say something in return, but he knew this was really hard for her. But he needed it, some verbal affirmation, affection, come on, Santana, just throw me a bone.
About 10 minutes later she finally said, almost shaking Finn from his haze, "I don't want you to be sad." She didn't answer his other question, so he let it drop.
Finn couldn't help but smile. He tugged her closer to him, and he had to finger comb her dark hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck some more. And then she turned her head ever so slightly to let him give her a proper goodnight kiss. She tasted minty.
Finn felt himself getting hard again, but he decided not to push his luck.
Tomorrow.
Finn felt so content, for the first time in so long. Maybe everything is going to be fine. Maybe, better than fine. Maybe, things are going to work out great.