I get why people don't like this pairing, but if you don't like it, feel free to keep on walking.

I'm just going to thank her.

But he wasn't. He knocked at the door. The cheerleader with the black curly hair answered.

"Are you all decent?" He asked.

"Not a one," He heard Santana call out from inside, "but you can still come in."

It was a little weird to be in the girl's changeroom. So, Finn stepped into the room with his hands covering his eyes, until he bumped into the wooden bench. The girl's locker room smells a lot better than the boys'. The Louisville Cards cheerleaders were packing up their stuff. No one was naked. Finn was a little too happy to see that Santana still had her uniform on. He hoped she would just understand what he wanted. She saw his expression and did a double take.

"Can we talk," Finn asked her.

She stood a little straighter, crossed her arms and fixed her gaze on him. "Girls," She commanded her squad, "take five."

A freshman with that kind of authority marked Santana out as the commanding force he knew her to be.

"We're half dressed," Protested the brunette with long straight hair.

Santana didn't care. She ordered, "Everybody out."

There was a weird still moment where no one said anything.

"Now," Santana ordered, keeping her gaze firmly fixed on Finn.

His heart started beating really fast. Is this really happening? A few of the girls looked between Santana and him, and then left quietly. Santana waited until they were alone and they both heard the door snap closed.

"You're looking at me like I'm a stick of butter," She commented, "What up, Lumps?"

But she knew what was up. He had a raging hard on, making a mountain in his jeans. He'd been unable to control himself since her performance of Nutbush. And now, he was shaking a little. Too nervous to ask her, he wanted her to just know. But she refused to give him anything, remaining unmoved and unimpressed. He dropped to his knees, right in front of her, his eyes were waist height, but he was looking right at her box. Well, her red skirt.

"Please," He begged.

"Didn't you hear?" She had this fake ring to her voice, "Elaine and I are an item."

"No, you're not," He knew it was a lie to make Brittany jealous.

She looked astonished more than tempted. Santana felt the need to point out how pathetic he was, "Lumps, this is just sad," She shook her head, "how long has it been?"

He looked at the floor. She knew the answer.

"Since the break-up, huh?" Fully of pity, "I get it." Santana stated, "Britt's dating Lipsy McChapstick and I want to fucking karate chop him right in his Little Beiber."

But she was still just standing there.

Finn telepathically begged her, Come on… just let me touch you.

Santana's arms remained crossed, "Hudson, you know… I don't do dick no more."

His eyes begged her, "Please."

"Did you see the curvy brunette?" Santana pointed at the door, "Her name's Jill, just broke up with her boyfriend because he cheated on her… how about I see if she thinks you're cute…"

"I can't… with some stranger."

"Getting awfully fussy for a guy with blue balls," Santana sounded amused.

"Please," He was still on his knees, and they both knew it was beyond tragic at this point.

"How bad are you doing?" Santana asked, still kind of annoyed, but with a healthy side of worry now, "on a scale of one to ten, ten being…. if I say 'no', you will casually hit on the next girl who is even remotely turned on by penis, and one being, you're going throw yourself off the roof of this building if I reject you right now?"

He supposed it was meant to be funny. I was the quarterback. I was prom king, less than a year ago! He clamped a hand over his mouth, and bowed his head to cover his expression, and squeezed his eyes shut tight, and told himself, Do not fucking cry right now! And he began to get up, with the voice in his head, admonishing himself, You are such a fucking Lima Loser!

Her face dropped, and she really was full of pity. He couldn't take that. Then he felt ridiculously embarrassed.

"Eyes," She said suddenly, "no hands."

Finn was sure he must have looked puzzled. What does that even…

"Take it, or leave it," She jutted her hip sassily, while she finger-combed the hair to her left side.

Fuck. She looked so freakin' sexy. And, he was so desperate, at this point, he'd pretty much crawl over broken glass to drink out of her toilet bowl.

Santana pointed to the wooden bench, "Sit," She commanded.

And he'd be her little dog, if she was going to show him her rockin' bod.

She pulled her phone out of her bag, and started flipping through the screens. She found what she was looking for, and sat the phone up on top of the basin.

The strong dance beat started. He knew this song…

It's Don't cha, by the Pussycat Dolls. Finn found this song crass. But, it was invented for lap dances. Was that what she was going to do? He wasn't really sure. Would she just dance for him in her uniform?

He didn't have to wait long, Santana began by moving her hips in time with the beat. She smiled deviously at him, biting her lip, cocking her brow… making him believe she really wanted him. All while he was hearing 'Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?' Finn sat still and just took it all in, he could feel his whole body begin to pulse. She was sensually grind dancing, whipping her hair around, and letting her hands caress herself over her uniform. Finn sat still a couple of feet away, and licked his lips. She did that move, kind of like a catcher squat, with her legs spread, where she'd kind of bounce a little on her toes, and smiled at him seductively while doing it.

'Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?'

And all he could think about was how badly he wanted to be inside her. Santana traced his body with her own, only making the barest of contact, but he could feel her warmth and smell her perfume. It was so hot, he began to shake with anticipation. And Finn knew he had to just sit still, if he tried to touch her, he'd scare her away. He watched her stomach muscles tightening, as her hips exaggerated sex while standing, not far from his face. Don't. Touch. Her. But he was rapidly forgetting why. Maybe he could do something to make her change her mind?

She shimmied right in his face. Her cleavage jiggled so close to his nose her could feel the motion of air on his face. He's dick twitched, begging for release from the confines of his boxers. Maybe he's just quietly slide a hand in…

Finn leaned forward and whispered, "Let me kiss you."

Santana turned her back to him and began twerking, clearly ignoring his request. Her butt was so perfect, and what she was doing… he couldn't help but imagine her riding him, and her cheeks making the same squeezing motion…

Don't squeeze her ass. Don't squeeze her ass! DON'T SQUEEZE HER ASS!

She leaned back, so her shoulder blades were resting against his pecks, and her hips were making slow circles, like she had an imaginary hula-hoop. Her face was next to his, her cheek brushed up against his.

And by then, Finn had actually lost his shit. His hands gripped her waist, and he pulled her into his lap and he began kissing her neck.

"Lumps!" She reminded him sternly. "I said no touch…"

Finn turned her face sideways so he could get at her big lips, connecting his mouth to hers, sucking like he needed her lips for dear life. I have to make her change her mind. And then he realized what might just work.

He kissed her sensually, but gently. He didn't want to be too aggressive, that would only put her off. He needed to calm down and show her he wanted her to enjoy it too. He pulled back to gage her reaction. And she looked at him in a way that was all pity. He didn't want to see that. He held her body and turned her, so that Santana was straddling his hips, and they were face to face.

"Please," Was all he said, staring longingly into her beautiful dark eyes. Her lashes were long, and her expression conveyed a kind of disinterest.

She tilted her head to the side, it was her signal for 'I don't really want to', but she was softening on the idea. But she really did feel bad for him. Like she said, she'd just found out about Bram, so she had her own wounds to lick.

And then he knew what he had to do. Finn slipped his hands up the back of her thighs, and hoisted Santana up, wrapping her legs over his shoulders. Putting her crotch right in his face, just to ensure she got why she should let him keep going. She stopped protesting, and sort of shrugged, as if to say, 'okay, carry on.' And Finn carried her over to the basin, and leaned her against the mirror.

"Lumps, I seriously underestimated you!" Was all Santana 'snarky' Lopez said by way of encouragement.

Finn ran his hands over her red cheerleader skirt, and then he touched her bare thigh. The horrible song was still playing in the background. It reduced love making to everything gross.

He pushed her knees apart so he could pull off her red spanks. Followed by her red G-string, he held it up to his nose to get a really good whiff, showing her how hot he was for her. And then he took in the view of her naked under the skirt. His dick practically tried its own prison break from the confines of it's denim cage. You're so fucking hot!

"You get that this is completely empty, right," Was all she said, nonchalant.

But he didn't care. He just wanted to feel alive and carefree even if just for a moment. And Finn didn't have a lot of happys right now.

He began to trace her lower lips with his fingers, before 'testing the waters'. The waters were warm and inviting. He slipped his finger inside her further, imagining how it would feel if he could be sliding something a little bigger inside her.

He dived in head first. Wrapping her legs around his head, and then walking them over to the stalls awkwardly. Santana gripped the open door frame and held on, and he stood, and kept her still, hoisted over his shoulders, with her cooch right in his face, and then he began to kiss her folds with his lips and tongue.

Brittany had a tendency to say really inappropriate things out loud, like about how much Santana enjoyed 'sweet lady kisses' and apparently 'scissoring'. He'd had to look that last one up, and while he didn't have the required equipment to do that particular act of lovemaking, it told him something about what got Santana's motor going. So, he did his best to make out with her clitoris. A guy in his dorm who seemed to get a lot of girls, commented at a party that you trace the alphabet on their clit and you can't go wrong. Finn had never tried that, but that guy's girlfriend was hot to trot, while the dude was only kind of average, so he must know something. So that's what Finn did, slowly.

Santana was kind of sighing, and at brief moments, he'd feel her body pull tight, voluntary or involuntary, he wasn't sure, but she was enjoying his touch, even if she'd never admit it. Her phone must have been on shuffle, because the next song was Nina Simone's 'Feelin' Good'.

He kept his hands rubbing her thighs, eventually cupping her butt. And Santana just held the door frame, and let her head fall back, basking in her own pleasure. The song had a really sexy feel to it, which suited what was happening, but he didn't comment on it.

Santana began to jerk every few seconds, which he figured meant she was about to blow. Apparently 'Q' was her lucky letter. Yes Queen! He sucked extra deep, pulling her whole fold into his mouth like it was a teet and sucking, hoping to taste her milk.

She made a gasping sound followed by a strangled cry, and Finn poked his tongue right onto the tip of her clit. She'd squeezed his whole head between her thighs, and then struggled to hold herself up on the doorframe. And he felt her lips contracting, as she sort of erupted. A sound of ecstasy left her lips, before her whole lithe body became limp. Finn carried Santana back to the bench and laid her down. Still in her uniform, more or less.

And Santana's chest was heaving. He was beside himself, but he knew he'd needed to pleasure her first. Santana was the kind of person who didn't like to owe anyone squat. He'd made her orgasm, so she'd feel obligated to return the favor. So, he waited to see what she'd offer. He was hoping for a blowie, but he thought that was probably pushing it. What self-respecting lesbian wants to put a dick in her mouth. Maybe a handy, with her rolling her top up so he could squeeze her boobs while she did it. He waited.

She laid flat on her back, her stomach muscles working hard, he could see her midriff because of that sexy costume. Should he ask her to take the top off? Will she do it?

"Lumps!" She sighed, "that was a lot better than I was expecting!" She exclaimed. "You got a cigarette?"

Since when does she smoke?

"Sorry." Damn it! He wished he did. He wanted her in a giving mood.

He unbuttoned his jeans, subtly, he didn't want to spook her. He figured he'd just start jerking himself and see if she offered to touch him, if not, he'd still get off just fine, looking at her.

Santana sat up now, and fixed her hair. "Well played, Lumps," She congratulated him, "Okay, you pasty hunk of man meat, you got a condom?"

She was going to fuck him. For real?

Finn felt light headed. He thought he'd jinxed it by asking Jake for a rubber. But now, he was so grateful he had. He pulled it out of his back pocket and started fumbling with the wrapper.

"Sit," Santana commanded him identically to before, before she pointed right in his face, "and don't fucking thrust."

"Okay," He agreed instantly. He'd do whatever she said.

She got up and came back with two towels, sitting them either side of him, before she straddled his waist, her shins went on the towels, which was smart, it would have made her knees sore otherwise, on the wooden bench. She gripped the bag hooks above for leverage. Santana took the condom from him, tearing it, while eying him. He knew he was big. Her practiced fingers slid over him, twisting his head ever so gently, feeling how ready he was for her, because of her.

"Glow-in-the-dark green, seriously?" She commented on the novelty condom, "What are you, like 12 and it came in a cereal box!"

Finn smirked. She rolled it down his length. Before placing a knee either side on him, preparing herself, before lowering herself onto him.

Heaven.

Warm, soft, moist hugs. Heaven.

She began to thrust gently, before deepening her motions. He leaned in to kiss her, and she reciprocated. Her lips were amazing. Like smooth, warm, damp pillows hugging him. After so long, to feel wrapped up and connected to another person on this most primal level… this is what he needed.

She ground a little quicker, getting her stomach muscles into it, squeezing his head rhythmically. And Finn stopped thinking about anything else, except how hard it was not to thrust.

He held her face between his hands and made her kiss him. She began to bounce towards the end, and it felt fucking awesome! He began to grunt in a rhythmic fashion, trying so hard to think about cars running over postal delivery people and dead kittens, and … SANTANA's CARDS UNIFORM RIGHT IN HIS FACE!

"Take it off," He whispered, he'd never seen her naked tits and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

She obliged pulling the long sleeve top off in one go. She had a black sports crop top on underneath. He peeled it off her with her assistance as she lifted her arms up. And then he was staring at her glorious ample bust, vigorously moving with each thrust. Her nipples stared at him. He committed them to his 'spank bank'. His hands reached out and squeezed.

She slapped his hands away, "Seriously!"

She doesn't like that, he chastised himself.

"Show me," He deferred to her. Rachel either didn't mind or was too polite to say anything when he squeezed hers.

"Boobs are sensitive, Lumps, surprised you don't know, since we wear the same bra size."

He fucking hated her digs at his pecks. Remember, she's fucking you.

He gently placed his hand back on her fun bag, and traced her brown nipple with his pointer.

"Better," She said.

He liked the way they moved in time with the thrusting below. Bouncing, and wiggling, until then the next shockwave. Finn hadn't come this far not to get what he wanted. He cupped her cheeks, and pulled her mouth back to his, and he caressed her tongue. Her lips were soft and cushiony. He'd guess she was chewing gum not long before. She tasted like Juicy Fruit.

Santana gripped the metal pegs again and upped her thrusting, and he tried gallantly to delay lift off. But it just felt so fucking good. His dick twitched. Just knowing no guys got to do this with her, made it feel extra special. He looked down at his dick, with her sliding up and down on it. Her body was so tiny, it made him look huge.

He felt his balls clenching, then his stomach. And his whole body got that sensation of overwhelmed and then he blew what felt like a volcano's worth of magma, in hot sticky spurts, while she rode him over the edge.

"That. Was. Awesome." He heaved once he regained the powers of speech.

He let his face cuddle into her shoulder, and just hugged her to his chest.

"Don't mention it," She instructed, pushing him away now, getting off him and picking her spanks up off the basin. Santana checked her face for signs she'd just had sex, and fiddled with her eye make-up. She slipped the pants back on. "Really, Lumps, like don't mention this again, ever."

She didn't seem ashamed, so much as she just didn't give a shit. It was nothing to her, to be instantly forgotten. He hadn't even replied yet, and she'd already walked out.

As if there was any contest for the true winner of Diva Week.

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