Brittany left an hour later to attend some dance classes, leaving Finn and Santana alone for the rest of the day. It was one of those rare days where both Finn and Santana got the day off from work, so they decided to just hang around the house and watch movies. Santana cuddled up to Finn on the sofa in front the TV, the opening credits starting.

"Brittany must feel so alone in that apartment by herself." She said, with her head on his chest. Finn was too busy watching the movie to actually answer her, only nodding his head. Honestly, Finn wasn't in the mood to talk about Brittany. "We should have her over more."

"We'll see." He murmured, thinking that was a terrible idea. Finn was seriously starting to wonder who was more important to Santana. "I just want to spend some alone time with you."

"That's what we're doing right now." She pointed out; he could hear the annoyance in her voice. Santana always had that tone with him these days.

"Do you think we can…?" Finn began to say, but Santana glared at him.

"Tonight we will." She promised, and Finn had to restrain himself from groaning again. They always did it at night, for once, Finn wanted to have sex during the day. You know, so he can actually see what he was doing, instead of fumbling around in the dark, trying to see the body in front of him.

He grumbles some more at her response, and could imagine Santana rolling her eyes at him. Finn wondered what this would be like when they were finally married; would she still be as stubborn as she is now. By the time the movie had ended, Finn knew what she was going to be like; Santana would be like this, but worse.

FRFRFRFR

Quinn followed Rachel into the quiet museum later that day, knowing that what they were doing was completely pathetic. What kind of person goes to a museum just to see a guy she hardly knows? It turns out; Rachel was that kind of person who did those kinds of things.

"Rachel, I don't think this is a good idea. Don't you think it's going to just a little bit suspicious if Finn sees you here again two days in a row?" Quinn said as Rachel quickly walked down one of the halls, her eyes moving to every security guard they passed. Rachel didn't even seem to hear what Quinn had said.

"I don't see him. Do you see him?" she asked urgently, turning the corner into another hall with paintings. Quinn sighed loudly as they passed another security guard who was leaning up against a wall. She swung Rachel around to face her by the arm; Rachel was still busy scanning the hall for Finn.

"This is ridiculous, and I don't think he's here today. We'll come back another day, okay? I have to get to work in fifteen minutes." She told Rachel, and Rachel bit her lip as she looked around one last time. It didn't make sense; she was sure that Finn worked here every day.

"Fine, we'll go." Rachel finally agreed, and with a sigh of relief, Quinn pulled her out of the museum by the arm. Rachel walked Quinn to the strip club where she worked during the evenings until she could find a better job. Quinn hated working there; it was full of disgusting men who wanted nothing but to see the girl in front of them be stripped of her identity. She had to hold back her expression of disgust whenever she was dancing. It was horrifying to have her naked body on display for all to see, no matter how much then men cheered. In fact, the cheering made her feel even more vulnerable.

"See you later tonight, okay?" Rachel said, grabbing her hand and wishing her good luck. Quinn smiled, wishing she didn't have to go in there. They said their last goodbyes and Quinn walked into the club. Rachel turned to walk away, quickly walking down the street; her lunch break was almost up and she couldn't be late to work again.

By the time Rachel had made it on the street where she worked, she was running and was having trouble breathing. Her boss would kill her if she missed one minute of her shift; he was already on her back about Quinn always hanging out there. Rachel pushed by men and women, hardly seeing the people pass her by, when she ran into a large person, making her fall onto her butt. Her eyes looked down at the man's feet, slowly went up to look at his long legs, then his stomach, and his face finally came into view. It was Finn.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Let me help you up." Finn said, bending down to take Rachel's hand. She accepted it, liking the way her hand fit into his so perfectly, and then he pulled on her. Remembering where she was and who she was, Rachel stood up, trying to focus on the present situation. Now was not a time to get caught up in another Finn Fantasy.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Thanks Finn." She said, brushing the dirt off her jacket, and wishing she hadn't made such a big fool of herself. She probably looked like a bumbling idiot. Finn looked into her eyes, and gave her a smile.

"I keep running into you, don't I?" he asked playfully, and Rachel laughed. So she might not have seen him at the museum, but she was seeing him now, and that was all that mattered.

"I guess so." Rachel agreed, and she watched as Finn picked up the newspaper that was on the ground in front of his door.

"I had to get this." He says dumbly, holding the newspaper up for Rachel to see. He didn't know how to end this conversation without it being too awkward, and neither did Rachel.

"I see." Rachel said with another smile, and then glancing at her watch. Crap. "I'm sorry Finn, but I have to get back to work."

"Okay. See you around I guess." He said as she walked past him. Rachel turned her head to look at him one last time, waving at Finn, before letting her insides jump up and down as she walked into the Dunkin' Donuts.

FSFSFSFS

Someone was tugging on his arm again, and Finn tried to let free from her grasp. She held on tighter now, slowly pulling him out of the bed. He hit the floor with a loud thump, his head hitting the wood. Finn groaned as Santana shook his shoulder, urging him to wake up. He really felt the need to tell her to get lost, but thought better of it. That would only lead to another fight.

"Go get the breakfast, Finn!" Santana snapped at him, and Finn peaked up at her with annoyance.

"I thought that was just a onetime thing." He said, and Santana rolled her eyes at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Ugh! Fine! I'll go!" she said, stomping her feet against the floor as she left the room and walked down the hall. He heard her grumbling all the way to the kitchen, and sighing loudly, Finn stood up and put on some jeans and a shirt. He followed Santana into the kitchen where she was putting on her flip flops.

"I'll go with you." He said as he put on his own shoes. Santana glanced up at him with a small smile, throwing an arm around his waist as they left the apartment.

FRFRFRFR

She saw them enter the front door of the room, and felt something inside her do a couple of flips. There he was, Finn Hudson, with his girlfriend; his beautiful girlfriend who was wearing her daily sweatshirt and necklace; her arm around his waist and his arm around her shoulders. They looked so happy together; Finn was looking down at her like she was one of the best things that ever existed. Rachel wished he would look at her like that, like she had all the answers. They stopped in front of the counter, Finn giving her a smile. Rachel literally had to hold back her tears.

"Hi Rachel." He said, and Rachel smiled at him. His girlfriend looked up at him in confusion, and then at Rachel, clearly lost.

"How do you know her?" the woman asked, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously. Finn laughed nervously.

"It's a bit complicated babe." Finn told her, scratching the back of his neck; his girlfriend was still glaring at him. Rachel felt something get caught in her throat when Finn called her babe, wishing that he was calling her that instead. "I met her at the museum, and then came by yesterday to get the breakfast and saw that she worked here. It's crazy, right?"

"It's very crazy." Rachel added, the woman not sparing her a look; her eyes were still on Finn. Rachel quickly turned around to start making their food, trying to pay attention to what she was doing and not to what Finn's girlfriend was whispering to him. After a few minutes, she turned back around to give them their order, and saw that they were now arguing in low whispers.

"Rachel, I think it's only right if I formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Santana. Santana, this is Rachel." Finn said, seeing that Rachel was watching them fight. Santana looked from Finn to Rachel, giving her a tight smile.

"It's nice to finally know your name, Santana." Rachel said politely, wanting very much for Finn's arm to be around her and not around Santana's. She hoped that Santana couldn't tell that from just looking at her face.

"The same goes for you. Where's your blonde friend that's always here today?" Santana asked, not seeming very happy to know Rachel's name. Rachel glanced at where Quinn would be standing with curious eyes if she were here, and then back at the couple.

"Oh, she had a rough night; Quinn's catching up on sleep." She said quickly, remembering when Quinn came home last night, her hair a complete mess and looking like she was going to collapse any second. She really needed to get another job. Santana and Finn nodded their heads in synch, and Rachel bit her lower lip as Santana gave her the money. As quickly as possible, Rachel gave her the change, and Santana pulled on Finn's arm as she turned around.

"Well, see you around Rachel." Finn said before following Santana out of the Dunkin' Donuts. Now that was something Rachel would never get tired of; hearing Finn say her name. Every time he said it, it was like a shock wave went through her body. It was a new feeling, and she really liked it. It was better than him calling her babe; much, much better.

FSFSFSFS

The walk back to Finn's apartment was tense with silence as Santana thought about what had happened in the Dunkin' Donuts. Every morning, Santana would see that Rachel girl behind the counter, but she never thought that much of her. Rachel wasn't very pretty, and she was working at a place that constantly smelled too much like coffee, so she didn't seem like anything worth Santana's attention. But Finn looked more excited to see Rachel then he did when they were about to have sex, and as far as Santana can tell, guys were supposed to think sex was the greatest thing, not seeing some girl he hardly knew.

"Are you okay, Santana? You've been rather quiet." Finn asked when they were back at his apartment, eating their food without speaking. Santana glanced up at him over her sandwich, figuring the best way to get an answer out of him was to just blurt out what she was thinking.

"How come you didn't tell me about that Rachel girl?" she asked, and Finn choked a little on his food, having to take a large gulp of orange juice to swallow it down. He put his sandwich down, starring at Santana with wide eyes. Finn didn't know the answer to that himself; why didn't he tell her about Rachel? What was he keeping from her?

"I don't know; I guess it just didn't pass my mind to tell you." He answered honestly, thinking about Rachel again. She looked particularly pretty today behind that counter.

"Did she pass your mind?" Santana pushed, wanting to know if Rachel had at least been on his mind. If he said no, she would know he was lying; the way he was looking at her laid the entire truth out onto the table. Finn was quiet for a few moments before answering, feeling more uncomfortable than usual.

"Well, when I see her it passes my mind." He said, taking another bite of his sandwich. He really wanted to drop this topic and move on. Santana, on the other hand, seemed to find this subject very interesting.

"But do you think about her ever when you don't see her?" she asked, starting to get frustrated with Finn. Trying to get a straight answer out of Finn was like trying to pull a white rabbit out of a top hat; impossible.

"No." Finn said too quickly, Santana's beady eyes narrowing at him. He shifted in his seat, trying to think of an excuse to leave the table. "Why is it so important to you anyway?"

"It's important because I'm worried that my boyfriend is falling for another girl; another girl who works at the Dunkin' Donuts, in fact." Santana snapped at him, and Finn let his eyes roll freely. Who cared if Santana saw it this time; she was already pissed at him.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing." He told her, but knowing that deep down, Santana was half right. He did feel something for Rachel, but he was determined to keep those thoughts out of his mind. Santana scoffed at him.

"Are you sure I shouldn't be making a big deal out of this? You have no feelings for that girl?" she asked, wanting to know for sure of Finn's feelings. Finn took another bite of his food, put it on the table, and reached for Santana's hand, grasping it tightly. It comforted Santana a little, but she was still so unsure.

"You are the only girl I have feelings for, Santana. I love you, and you have nothing to worry about." Finn said slowly, looking into her eyes. She almost believed his words, and the same went for Finn.

"I love you too." She whispered, and Finn almost believed her too.