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Further proof that Finn Hudson was dumb as a doorknob? Obviously, he had told someone of their plans for the evening before they happened? Guys had been cat-calling her all day and making jokes about how Finn was getting lucky, etc. True it wasn't an entirely bad thing because the more the rumor spread the more chances that Quinn and Puck had of finding out about everything. Which was the entire point of all of this. Okay, so maybe Finn wasn't as dumb as a doorknob but he was dumb as... well, she'd find an insult later. She was too busy making herself look smokin' to really care about insulting Finn at that moment in time. Not that it took much effort to make herself look hot. Seriously, she was like, a Latina Goddess. Sure her skin would never be the fair white that Quinn's was but she had colour, sass, and when she let her hair down on days that Coach Sylvester was going to her gynaecologist, she could make any boy in that school jizz in their pants.
But she wanted to look extra smokin'. Not just like her usual tease level of smokin'. She wanted to look fuckable. Not that she didn't always look that way but Santana could admit it to herself...she was a little nervous. This was the first time she would be taking someone's virginity and she knew how much her first time had sucked. She didn't want it to be like that for Finn. Just because she wasn't the most emotional of girls out there didn't mean that she was totally disconnected from how big of a deal this would be for him. Honestly, it was a big deal for her too. She wanted Puck and she wanted to hurt Quinn and Finn was going to help her make it happen. In some twisted way, her going through so much trouble was her way of saying thank you to Finn without ever actually saying the worlds. Because Santana Lopez did not thank people.
To be very honest, if anyone asked Santana why it was that she wanted Puck, she probably couldn't tell them. Maybe she had some kind of sick attachment to him now because he was the one who had taken her virginity. They were at a party and it was the first time that Santana had gotten drunk. She didn't know it was possible to get drunk off of drinking beer...she thought it took like vodka or something serious to do that. But she'd been into Puck and he came onto her, telling her that she was smoking so she gave in. It had hurt like hell at first and then when Puck had realized just how tight she was, instead of doing the decent thing and slowing down so she could adjust, he had decided to just shove himself in her completely and pound into her like no tomorrow. She hadn't come. She hadn't even been close to coming because she was in so much pain. And yet, she forgave him and she wanted him still. How fucked up am I?
Sighing quietly, Santana reminded herself that that was why she had to make this good for Finn. And okay, it wasn't like he had a vagina that would end up in serious pain but she was determined to at least make things last for longer than he thought they would. So she had done something she rarely did. She googled. Holy shit. But seriously, she had never had to help a guy who had premature ejaculation problems before. How the fuck was she supposed to know what to do? He was not going to be happy about the pinching, but it really was going to help, from what she had read.
Adding another layer of mascara on for good measure, Santana smiled as she heard the doorbell ring and looked at her clock. It was seven pm. On the dot. Wow he was really scared of her... which was completely and totally amusing while also kind of sad, considering the fact that he was almost a foot taller than her and she was totally weak. Well, except for her kicks. Those could really hurt if they were well placed, but she didn't expect to have a need to really kick him. Checking herself out in the mirror one last time as she pulled down the hem on her pink nightie slightly, Santana bolted down the stairs at top speed. "Coming!" she called, chuckling to herself at how wrong that sounded, considering the circumstances. I probably won't, she reminded herself, putting her game face on as she unlocked the door.
"Hi," she smiled, sliding her hand up the door slightly as she leaned against it. She didn't want to kill the mood by being her total bitch self, but that smile was all that he was probably going to get from her, unless it was one of her sarcastic bitch smiles. Which, knowing Finn, would be something that he would force out of her quite easily.
"Hey," Finn replied, in a way that was entirely too cheerful, all things considered. He had showered and shaved, she could tell. Stepping aside slightly to let him in, she caught a whiff of...whatever it was that Finn wore. It was one of those colognes that smelled like he wasn't old enough to wear it. But then again, she wasn't sure that Finn was really ever going to be old enough to wear 'man-smelling cologne' aka anything that wasn't Axe. He looked like a man, sure, but his striped sweater really demeaned that and he was gangly and awkward, just like a child. It was really really odd, honestly.
Closing the door behind him, Santana turned back around in time to catch him flashing her a very concerned look as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Santana, I don't know if this is a very good idea..." he whined, looking down at his shoes. She swore that she heard him utter 'mailman' under his breath, but she had to have been mistaken. Why the hell would he be talking about the mailman now?
Santana's only reply was to arch a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him and cross her arms. So, he didn't want to sleep with her, but he was here all showered and shaved and cleaned up? Bullshit. Santana wasn't stupid and they both knew it.
"Everyone already thinks we're going to do it anyways," he continued, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. "My phone went off and Miss Castle kinda read your text message to the whole class..."
Rolling her eyes, Santana clicked her tongue at him as she shook her head. "God, Hudson, you really are an idiot," she frowned. This was almost too unbearable for her. "So, if you don't want to sleep with me, then why are you here?" she questioned, which seemed pretty reasonable to her.
Finn paused for a moment before looking up at her with a shrug. "Well, I thought that in case anyone drove by, it would be better if my car was here and I thought that we could just...hang out?" he suggested.
Santana was sure she had never scoffed louder at anyone in her entire life. "I don't hang out with people, Finn. Seriously, has your big potato head not learned yet how I work? Hanging out would actually require me giving a shit about you, and I don't," she snapped, her hands moving to her hips.
"Right," Finn mumbled, looking down at his shoes again. He looked like a child that had just been scolded.
"Ugh, has anyone ever told you that you're pathetic? If not, let me be the first," she sneered, brushing past him.
"Where are you going?" Finn questioned.
"To cry my eyes out that you won't sleep with me," Santana scoffed, the sarcasm dripping from her. "Where do you think I'm going? I'm going to change," she added, shaking her head, though she never turned around to look at him.
"But you said-"
"I know what I said," Santana assured him, climbing slowly up the steps. "You know, you're an idiot, Hudson. I wasn't even wearing panties!" she called, just to rub it in a little bit more. She couldn't help but smile to herself as he made some kind of a noise that sounded like a strangled growl. So he's a growler. Interesting. Pulling off her nightie, Santana changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not bothering with her bra or panties. She was at home and it was just Finn. It wasn't like he was going to say anything, and at the very worst, he wouldn't be able to control himself, which was quite alright with her. That was what she'd thought was going to happen, anyways.
Coming back downstairs, she caught Finn holding a family picture of her. He didn't seem to notice that she was there, so she went and snatched it out of his hand. He jumped slightly as she snatched away the picture before turning to her. "Which one were you?" he wondered, almost like he wasn't really asking her even if he very clearly was.
"Duh, the hotter one," she replied, pointing to herself as Finn smiled.
"You were kinda cute as a kid, what happened?" he teased.
"I still don't like you, Hudson," she warned, a threat which caused his face to drain of colour. Chuckling quietly to herself as she set the picture down and shook her head, she made her way into the kitchen. "Can I get you anything? I don't want to have to listen to your stomach rumbling the entire time you're here. It's already bad enough you're here and we're not having sex," she groaned, making her way into the kitchen.
"Uh, yeah. I can make us a snack?" he offered, following her into the kitchen.
"You? Cooking?" Santana scoffed, moving to the fridge to get herself a bottle of water.
"Hey, you'd be surprised how good I am in a kitchen. My mom works late shifts at the hos-"
"Not interested. Just make me something," Santana replied, holding her hand up to cut him off as she hopped up onto the counter. If he was offering to cook, she'd be stupid to pass that up. At the very worst, she got to mock him. Pulling her nail file out of her pocket, Santana watched as he moved to grab bread and some sliced cheese on the fridge, before pulling out a pan from the oven drawer to make them some grilled cheese. Filing her nails as he got to work, Santana smiled to herself. This was totally how the world was supposed to work. Not Finn being in her kitchen instead of in her, but her being in charge while he went around like a slave making her a snack. She could get used to this.
Wait – what was that even supposed to mean?
Shaking the thought from her head, Santana switched to another nail, biting her tongue to avoid commenting on the fact that Finn was totally fucking up the words to the song he was singing. It was their new number for Glee Club, but everyone was still under the impression that she didn't give a shit, so she decided to let it go. She'd not so subtly mock him in Glee Club for getting the words wrong to make sure the problem got fixed.
Losing herself in the filing of her nails, Santana jumped a little as Finn dropped a plate next to her. "Grilled cheese a la Finn Hudson," he smiled proudly. Santana's mouth dropped as she looked form her plate to his. Hers had one and his had three sandwiches.
"I thought this was supposed to be a snack," Santana reminded him, arching an eyebrow at him.
"It is. I usually eat five when I'm having a meal," he assured her. "What? I'm a growing boy, I need my food."
Santana was sure in that moment that she was losing her mind because she did something that Santana Lopez never did around other people; she laughed. What is wrong with me? Holy fuck I've been hanging around Britt too much...
