A/N: Story takes place during Season 1, I don't own anything from Glee or its characters.
Believe
The two lovebirds had dozed off for a bit and when Finn woke up it was nearly 2 in the morning. He knew he was in trouble with Santana's mom, she had said that she would be back before midnight. It wasn't going to be pretty when he saw her again. Looking down at the beautiful angel in his bed, Finn decided that wasn't such a bad thing after all. As long as he could continue to wake up beside her every morning nothing seemed too awful.
What had started out as a simple kiss to wake up Santana, had escalated into a full on make out session. It seemed she still had a lot of energy from the night before, it had surprised Finn how forceful she was. She was actually the one on top, attacking with a ferocity he hadn't known existed in the fiery Latin minx. Well he had known about her temper and her nasty streak but he didn't think it would have translated so well into the bedroom. Though all of this was not particularly concerning to the teen, he was just enjoying the feel of her body and the taste of her lips.
Moaning his name, Santana allowed Finn more access to her supple body, slowly removing her red dress. He wasn't complaining, any reason to touch and taste her voluptuous body was awesome in his book. His hands traveled all over her body, with light touches to rougher massages, he was eliciting things in her that she was surprised he could do. He was a virgin right? How did he know the exact right way to make her feel so much? His hands were slowly kneading her luscious rear, it seemed that all that walking away sexily had paid off. He was obsessed with her body now, especially her supple behind, it was taut and toned. He couldn't get enough of it, though the rest of her body wasn't neglected either. He employed his lips to get her heart racing and herself wet.
Santana was beside herself with pleasure, she didn't think he could do this much without even being inside her yet. She needed him and wanted to really break in this bed, to hell with the hotel bill they should have known what would happen with two hormonal teenagers. As she was about to tell Finn just that, her words got stuck in her throat as Finn had found one of her sweet spots, suckling on her silky neck Finn was determined to have Santana screaming his name. Luckily for Finn he was in exactly the right spot, with the added effect of his hands and lips, Santana screamed his name and went over the edge.
Riding out the pleasure, Santana was actually struck speechless by the skill of the teen. She had never climaxed so soon with the rest of her partners; Finn had been the first to actually do it without actually being in her. Coming off her high, all she could do was smile lazily at Finn, he was smirking from ear to ear.
"What are you so happy for Finnocence?" Wearing a smirk that would make Santana proud, Finn just held the fiery Latina tight. Because of all this excitement, Finn had forgotten about the time. Now that he had accomplished his goal, he was panicking again. He really didn't want Mrs. Lopez to actually call the police on him.
"Santana? I think we should head back to your house."
"Ooh soo naughty Finn, want to do it right under my parents nose? Didn't think you had it in you."
"That's not what I meant, and why would I even do that? I don't want to get shot by either of your parents. Though that would be exciting…damn I'm getting sidetracked, we got to head back because it's already 2 in the morning. Didn't you say that you would be back by midnight?"
"Oh crap, that's right I totally forgot about that." Feeling the wetness against her thighs, Santana knew that she had to clean up a bit before heading back home. Finn wasn't really helping the situation when he was still kneading her supple rear. He did it on instinct, because throughout the whole conversation he had not removed his hands from her body. It seemed that Finn had a new addiction and her name was Santana Lopez.
Trying to extricate herself from Finn was a tricky predicament, especially since Finn didn't actually want to stop holding Santana. "I thought you said we had to hurry? You're not making it easy on me." Smiling goofily, Finn continued to hold her close, although he had said that they needed to leave, he wasn't actually ready to stop holding her.
But all good things had to come to an end, and Santana finally got away and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Feeling a little wetness on the palm of his hands, Finn recognized it as Santana's. Finn was especially proud that he had made the great and powerful Santana Lopez actually scream his name.
After ten minutes, Santana was finally presentable and the two headed out of the room. It was a shame that they couldn't have really broken the room in, but Finn didn't want to be killed tonight. Walking through the lobby it hit Finn that he had come to the hotel to lose his V-card but had actually gained something much better than that. Santana was so much better than any popularity or perceived influence at school; she made him happy, something that hasn't happened for a long time.
Starting the car and turning up the heater, Finn was happy to feel Santana slide closer to him and wrap his free arm around her. She smelled heavenly and her warm body seemed to align so well against his own. Driving through Lima with his arm around Santana, in the middle of the night with a crisp breeze in the air, was better than anything he could remember.
All too soon they arrived at the Lopez home, Santana lied curled up next to Finn and didn't seem to want to leave the warmth radiating from the teen. He was so much better than Quinn had ever said, he was kind, caring, considerate and not too much of a bone head. And his massages could literally be to die for, she knew that whatever it was she would give it up to be with Finn. It was a sort of epiphany that she had realized on the way back to her house, it had never really mattered to her who she was with or what they did. It was all in fun and just being a high school teenager, but it was more than that with Finn. It was like something out of those cheesy paperback novels, where the knight rides out and saves the damsel in distress. Though she didn't ever think she would be a damsel in distress, but Finn had saved her from thinking of herself as something that could be used and thrown away.
Unlocking the doors and turning off the engine, Finn just sat in the car soaking in the warmth and happiness that seemed to be exuding from the his very being. It was hard to explain, he couldn't quite put a finger on it but he felt that he could really trust and rely on Santana. She was known for being a real badass but when it came to her friends, she was someone you definitely wanted in your corner. She did not put up with any nonsense from those that would harass or bully Brittany, she stood up for her friend and went all Lima Heights on anyone that would dare try anything.
Knowing that it was much too late, Finn sadly wrapped his arms around Santana and carried her in a bridal hold while walking toward her door. Santana wasn't exactly complaining about the free trip to her doorstep, but was blushing madly at the way that he was carrying her. It was like they just got married and he was carrying her over the threshold, although it was kind of odd, it was also very romantic and dorky, something so typically Finn.
Not seeing any lights on, Finn was glad that her parents weren't around to shoot him or yell at him about the hour. He really didn't want to remove shrapnel from his behind, while running from Santana's father or mother. "This was nice Finnocence, maybe we could do it again sometime? Say tomorrow after school?"
The grin on Finn's face was enough to light up the sky, "That sounds awesome, it was one of the best nights of my life Santana. Thanks for coming, oh and for the tips." Wondering what he could be talking about, Santana didn't have time for another thought before Finn's lips were attacking her own. He was definitely getting more aggressive and i.e. better at this, maybe he did pick up a few tips from her.
Though most of those tips were the little moans that escaped Santana's mouth and the way her back arched when he hit just the right spot. It was definitely fun to learn when the teacher was as hot as Santana was. It didn't hurt that Finn wanted to be a model student, he was eager to learn and please his teacher. The amount of noise they were making was going to wake her parents but Santana didn't seem to care about it one bit. Soon he was bracing her against the wall and hiking up her dress to get at the supple and toned flesh beneath. With a few light touches Santana was panting with want and need, but Finn knew that it was too late and way too close to her parents.
Stepping away from Santana's hot, hot, and I mean hot body was almost enough to make Finn cry with need. Resting his forehead against hers, he just breathed in her scent and held her close.
"Well I guess that's good night, I can't wait to see you at school tomorrow Santana." The amount of restraint that Finn had shown was noteworthy, he had Santana right there waiting for him to take her. And he still had the stones to step away, "Yeah…see you later Finnocence." Santana was fumbling with her keys and looking back at Finn's retreating back, when he got to his car he waved one last time before she entered her house.
'Man, what the heck is wrong with me? I had her, and what did I do? I chickened out, I'm such a loser.' Slapping his head on the steering wheel, Finn started his engine and headed for home. 'Although, I got to see her all hot and bothered. So I guess it's still a win, but she was so beautiful and sexy.' Finn was in for a long ride back home and a very cold shower to get some sleep tonight.
Santana wasn't doing much better, she had gotten off in the hotel room but Finn had left her again wanting for more. She knew she could just squeeze one off, but she kind of liked it when he left her so hot. 'I didn't know that Finn had such a naughty side, I'm going to have so much fun getting that side out of him. He thinks that Santana Lopez is hot now, wait till he sees what I can do when I get my hands on him next.' Rubbing her legs together, Santana could feel the moisture running down her thighs. The very thought of how tall and lanky he was gave Santana images of just what Finn could be packing in his jeans. Smiling with a healthy amount of naughtiness on her lips, Santana couldn't wait for school tomorrow.