Finn FUCKING Hudson had somehow managed to headfuck her AGAIN!
Last time, Santana thought she'd wow him with her sexual prowess. She'd made Finn cum so hard she thought he'd love her forever and forget all about Rachel 'Diva' Berry for good. But no, she'd fucked his brains out, he'd cum all over the place, and then turned around and said it was meaningless because he didn't have feelings for her.
But somehow, with his pasty blob of a body, and his no freaking clues what he was doing, Finn 'Mama's Boy' Hudson and his fucking… sweetness had managed to melt her hard exterior. From Finn asking her if she was okay every few minutes to the way he'd wanted to stare into her eyes right at the end, somehow he was the one that had made her want him.
Tonight, when Santana had seen Finn ready to leave the bar, looking like he didn't care if he lived or died, Santana had planned to help him. And, she had planned to settle the score once and for all. She'd fuck him to help him out of his 'I'm not over Rachel' funk, while she'd get to put her feelings for him to bed. She had let him be on top, and had encouraged him when he got nervous. Santana was so sure it was just that Finn had the same qualities she liked in Brittany, a wholesomeness that said the world hadn't managed to corrupt him, that drew her thoroughly jaded ass to that kind of innocence. But Finn was more on the planet than Britt so maybe the conversation would be better, but Santana was sure that the plumbing was going to get in the way, and she'd be certain she didn't really want him like that once they did the deed again.
Oh, no! Finn FUCKING Hudson had somehow done it again.
She couldn't stop thinking about him. And how much she'd enjoying being with him, and how much better this time was. Finn, despite being depressed, had fucked her like all he wanted was to get her off. And he had, twice! Like he was making love. He was so fundamentally unlike any other guy she'd ever met. And what a great guy he was, and now all she was thinking about was how she kind of wanted to fuck him again in the morning, and keep at it.
And what the fuck am I doing?
I live in New York.
I like girls.
What the fuck!
Fuck you, Finn!
No, don't fuck him… FUCK!
This was supposed to make everything clearer, if anything she was more confused than ever.
So, Santana did what Santana does best, she fucking bolted, once he fell fast asleep.
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Finn reached for Santana when he woke, and was sad to find her side of the bed cold.
He was a bit disappointed. But, he wasn't overly shocked.
This is her MO, she gets scared when she feels something.
Then that critical voice in his head said, or, she woke up and regretted everything, and never wants to see you again.
He really wanted to stop second guessing himself.
The more he thought about that, and all the stuff she'd said the night before that fitted that pattern of behavior, the more hopeful he began to feel about everything.
Finn was a patient guy. And he was starting to think Santana Lopez was worth waiting for.
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Finn sent her ten text messages that day. They said 'thank you', and that he was sorry he'd missed her leave. Was she going to be in Lima a few more days?
Six the day after that.
And three more on day 3. Those messages were more, 'is everything okay?' 'Did you regret it afterwards?' 'Call me if you want to talk.'
She left Lima without responding to any of them. She couldn't deal with Finn right now. She was glad to be back in New York, she wasn't quite calling it home yet, but she hoped in time it would be.
Rachel gave her the silent treatment for an entire day, which was pretty noticeable with only the three of them home. Brody was out or something.
The next day Diva-from-Hell changed tactics, in a show of fake sweetness, "So, Santana, did you have a nice, chat with Finn at the reception?"
"Why yes I did," She replied being saccharine herself, not to give the Hobbit any satisfaction.
"What did you talk about?" Berry was still trying to sound like she was just being friendly, but this was clearly an interrogation.
"Why we didn't date in Junior Year," Santana was deliberately nonchalant.
It had the desired effect on Rachel though. Whom was immediately affronted.
"Finn was dating me in Junior Year," The Dwarf reminded her sharply, getting her panties in a bunch.
"Until he wasn't," Santana said plainly.
Because even though it was over two years ago, and Santana liked girls, and Rachel had a new guy, she still felt threatened by Santana. They both knew it.
Rachel clearly remembered her game plan and went back to her fake nice voice, "I missed you later? Did you leave early?" Rachel kept trying to bring it back to where Santana had been the night of the reception.
Barbara-in-training knows something.
"If you've got something to say, Berry, why don't you just come out and say it," Santana finally challenged her.
"Did you hook up with Finn?" Rachel to her credit actually was direct about it, before adding, "again?" That last word clearly stung.
"Rachel, I'm not dating you," Santana tried to sounded amused and unimpressed, "I don't owe you an explanation."
"If you are going to live here, I don't think it's too much to ask that you respect some basic decency," Rachel tried to pretend her upset was about some rules of sisterhood, but it was really about Finn, "like not dating my ex while the break-up is still fresh."
Kurt came out of the bathroom, still rubbing cream on his face.
"Rachel, this is a little cray-cray, you know Santana…" Kurt sort a polite euphemism, "doesn't swing that way anymore."
"Are you sure of that Kurt?" Rachel got huffy and self-righteous, "I think she still does on occasion."
"I'm not having this conversation," Santana threw up her hands, and then got to her feet, "It's none of your business who I do."
"But Finn is my…"
"Your ex," Santana pointed out, "By definition that means it's over, so get over it!"
"Just answer the question!" Rachel's voice cracked with emotion, "You know it's tearing me up inside, and here you are with that knowing look on your face, just to torture me."
"Not everything, is about you, Rachel," Santana put up her hand to signify she was done with this conversation.
Kurt just wanted everyone to get along, and couldn't stand to see them fighting,
"Rachel, what's gotten into you?" Kurt interrupted, his voice was extra high and squeaky, "Why on earth do you think anything happened between Santana and Finn?"
"Because I saw them talking at the bar," Rachel snapped, "then they both went out on the balcony," Rachel couldn't contain her insecurity.
Kurt was uncomfortable and tried to smooth things over, "Rachel, that's nothing… they're friends, they talked at a wedding reception."
Santana stood quietly hoping he'd talk Rachel down and then she wouldn't have to answer any direct questions.
"And then Finn excused himself," Rachel said to Kurt but stared at Santana with a pure kind of hatred, "And then she disappeared right after," Rachel pointed an accusatory finger right at her, "I saw the whole thing!"
Prima donna's having a meltdown.
"Okay, that's not proof, Nancy Drew!" Kurt tried to dismiss her fears.
"I just know it!" Rachel screamed, then lashed out at Santana, "Just admit it, slut! You don't even care about him, you just did it to make me crazy because you're jealous I'm more talented than you."
Kurt was unimpressed, "Rachel!"
Slut.
That particular word had been hurled at Santana a few times by people who were supposed to love her, so it never failed to make her see red.
Santana settled for sarcasm, "And once again, Rachel Berry makes everything that occurs on planet earth somehow about her," Santana wound up for one of her epic verbal smack downs, "and that ginormous talent she's so sure she has," Her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Santana was on a roll, "First, Brody isn't half the guy Finn is, so I understand your buyer's remorse, second, you're the one who felt the need to show everyone how much you've made it in New York by parading your new boy toy for all your high school friends, so you won't appear to be the same Lima Loser you've always been," Santana pointed at Rachel now to punctuate her words, "because no matter how big you get, you're still going to be the same selfish, spoiled, drama queen you've always been, because you seem incapable of learning from your mistakes." She took a breath, her mockery continued, "To learn from your mistakes, you'd have to admit you aren't perfect!" Santana couldn't help herself, "and we all know that you'll never do that, everything is someone else's fault in your world, isn't it."
Berry's ugly fucking face looked horrified, and her mouth fell open.
"Santana!" Kurt wanted her to stop.
She willfully ignored him, "It couldn't just be that Finn and I have feelings for each other that has zero to do with you. You make everything about you to the point where you actually think I must be fucking him for the sole reason that I want to get to you," Santana showed how amused she was by that assertion, "You really think you are that important that every adult decision I make in my life is somehow about you, or about spiting you? Could you be anymore narcissistic?"
Rachel found her voice, "So you really did sleep with Finn?" She sounded shocked.
Santana wasn't nearly done, getting right up into Berry's fucking mug, "Finn is far too fucking good for you and always will be, no matter how many Tony's you win, or whatever roles you slay on Broadway, because he is kind, and selfless and fundamentally good, while your only redeeming feature, Rachel, is that you can sing, as if that's some fucking virtue!"
Rachel slapped her in the face hard with an open hand. It made a whacking sound and her cheek burned, but Santana only smiled. Is the truth hard to swallow, Berry?
"Finn regretted sleeping with your slutty ass," Rachel sounded like she was going to stick her tongue out afterwards it was getting so juvenile.
Fuck you, Santana changed her tone, as if to say, 'is that right', Santana finally answered Rachel's accusation plainly, "Is that why he came back for seconds? And thirds then?"
Rachel's face crumpled in pain.
"Leave!" Rachel screamed, "Just get out, I won't live in this house with you one more second!"
And then she was sobbing, dropping to her knees like the drama queen she was.
"You fucking bitch!" Rachel yelled.
Kurt was still too stunned by the whole thing to say very much.
"Sounds good!" Santana responded in her automatic way, she wouldn't give Rachel the satisfaction of thinking she was upset or annoyed by the sudden turn of events.
Santana grabbed the minimum she needed to be away for a night, and she'd have to get the rest of her stuff later, not that she had that much stuff here yet, and left.