It's Halloween and Finn shows up right on time, not a minute early or a minute later. Santana opens the door. She's wearing a dark orange dress and a black, bat necklace. She smiles and bit and looks Finn up and down.
"Where's your holiday spirit?" She questions.
Finn's only wearing black denim jeans and a white V-neck. "Sorry." He says as he walks inside. Nick comes out of his bedroom in his costume. He's dressed up a Superman. He runs and jumps into Finn's arms, hugging him tight. "Hey, Nick." Finn says, laughing a little.
"Hold still." Santana says and runs out of the room. She comes back a few seconds later with her camera and quickly takes a picture of them, smiling at the little screen. "Adorable." She puts the camera on the coffee table. "Nick, think you got anything for Finn? He's all boring and non-Halloween looking."
"I'm not boring."
"You're boring." She teases.
Nick laughs and runs into his room. He comes back a few minutes later with a large batman symbol sticker. He motions for Finn to bend down and when he does he peels the back off and sticks it to his chest. "Now we're both super heroes." He says with a bright smile on his face. "That means we have to save ladies like mommy if they get hurt tonight." He whispers so Santana can't here.
They leave a little bit after that. Santana puts glow stick necklaces on all three of them just to be careful. She lets Nick ring the doorbell by himself, hanging back on the curb. They joke around and talk about the decorations on the houses and the costumes other kids are wearing.
About an hour into it Nick stops and asks, "Mommy can I have a piece now?"
"Sure, baby." She says.
Nick rummages through his pumpkin shaped bucket for a piece of candy. He pulls out a little bag of candy corn, a snickers and a twix. He looks at Finn. "Want one?" He holds the snicker and twix up.
"Sure. I'll take the twix." Finn was about to take it from him when he pulls them away and hands them to Santana. "Do I not get one anymore?" He's a bit confused.
"Mommy has to check them first." Nick informs him.
Santana shines a little key chain flashlight on the packaging, handing Nick the snickers and then Finn the twix after she's looked them over. "Why?" Finn asks as he opens the wrapper and takes a bite.
"To make sure they're safe to eat." Nick says as if it's obvious.
Santana opens up the little bag of candy corn and pops two into her mouth. "Because they could be opened or old or been tampered with. Never know with these crazies out there nowadays." She gives as further explanation.
Finn feels a little dumb for not knowing that. He remembers now his mom always checking his candy over as a kid for the same reason. They go a few more streets before heading back to Santana's house. Santana makes Nick take a bath the second they get home since there is school tomorrow and it's already pass his bedtime. She then goes about checking each piece of candy. They tuck Nick into bed together again and Finn's about to leave when Santana wraps her arms around him.
Finn's a little surprised by this action but he hugs her back. They just stand there near the front door, holding each other for a few minutes. She pulls away after a little bit and smiles at him.
"See you in a few days?"
He just nods. When he gets home it dawns on him that Santana really did do the right thing by not having Finn help raise Nick. He didn't even think to bring a flashlight or anything that will make them stand out on the darker parts of the streets or to check his candy. He would never be a good dad. It's best that Nick doesn't know. It's best that he's not in Nick's life.
At least that's what he thinks as he falls asleep.
A few weeks go by and Santana has heard from Finn. It's like he's fallen off the face of the Earth and she hates him.
Nick comes home from school and is perched on the stool in front of the island. "Is daddy ever going to come over again?" He asks as he colors in his hand turkey picture that he's making for Finn as a Thanksgiving present.
Santana doesn't answer because she honestly doesn't know. She knew she shouldn't have let Finn in. She didn't even want to tell Nick the truth. But she couldn't help it. After the football game that Finn went to, she told him. She told him on the drive over to the restaurant when it was just her and her son.
Nick was upset because all of the other boy's dads were there. He usually never cares about that kind of stuff but that night he said it made him sad. She doesn't like seeing her son sad so she told him. She told him Finn was his dad and that's why he is around so much lately.
But now Finn isn't around. He did exactly what Santana was afraid of. He came in, messed them up and left them.
She tries calling him but she doesn't get an answer. She has no clue where he lives so going over there and kicking his ass wasn't an option. She does the next best thing. She calls Puck and bitches at him until she finds out where his stupid sports store it.
The next day after Santana drops Nick off at school, she goes to The Hudson-Puckerman Sports Store. It's pretty empty and she sees him the second she walks in. He's standing by some baseball gloves, looking at a clip board. Santana's next to a barrel of hockey sticks. She grabs one and goes over to him, swings the stick and hits him in the back of the knees.
He cries out in pain and drops to the ground. He turns and sees Santana and his eyes go wide. "Don't hit me again!" He shouts, throwing his hands up.
"Why shouldn't I?" She yells back. "You wanted a chance in his life and you just abandon us! What kind of father are you?"
Finn gets up and grabs hold of the hockey stick before she can swing it again. "He doesn't even know who I am!" He yells back. "And we both know I'm not father material. It would just be better if I'm out of bother of your lives and you know it."
Her eyes tear up. "He knows Finn. I told him. Why do you think he invited you to go trick or treating?" She drops her weapon and wipes her eyes. "And you did what I was afraid you'd do. You got scare and you left."
Finn lets go too and it crashes to the ground. He puts his hands on her arms and searches her face. "He knows?" He's trying to process it. "I'm so sorry. Please, San…believe me. If I knew he knew I wouldn't have stayed away. I just thought since I was just the friend he wouldn't care."
She looks up at him and shakes her head. "Even if you still were just the friend he'd care. You were already becoming a father figure to him before I told him."
"Give me another chance, please."
She nods and then pulls him down to her, kissing him roughly. Finn takes a second to process what's going on but then he falls right in line, his arms moving around her body, his hands resting on her ass, pulling her closer to him. A small moan escapes her lips and they pull apart.
"Whoa." He breathes out.
They end up back at her house, tearing each other's clothes off. He lifts her up against him, one of her legs going around his waist. He throws her on the bed and moves on top of her, nipping at her neck. "Condom." She reminds him.
He pulls up and looks around her room. "Where do you keep them?"
She sits up on her elbows. "I haven't had sex since we made Nicholas, I don't have condoms. Please tell me you have one in your wallet."
"Shit, that's a long time." She hits his chest. "And I don't have one either."
"How can you not have one?" She snaps.
"Because I don't carry one around thinking my life is a porno."
She groans in frustration and then lays back. "Fuck it. We already have a kid and I need you inside me right now."
He smirks a little and resumes the nipping of her neck before he finally thrust into her. They spend most of their day naked and having sex with each other. The first time was rough and crazy just because it's been so long for the both of them. The second time it was still pretty crazy but a lot less rough and more on the passionate side. The third time they made love. Though neither of them would say that is what it was; it was loving and caring; slow and sweet.
