It was around ten in the morning, Finn had just gotten back from first call, and was relaxing in the barracks cleaning his gun when his phone went off. He contemplated ignoring it, assuming it was just his mom calling again to figure out why he didn't show up this weekend as promised, but for some reason his heart started pounding and his hands got all clammy. Setting his gun down he ran to grab his phone, reaching his bunk, the phone stopped ringing. Before he could check to see who had called the phone went off again, reading the caller id, his heart dropped. Displayed on the screen was "Tana" with a picture from New York City of them at the Beau Bridge, laughing and holding each other. Puck had snapped it with his good camera and enhanced it for them. He blurred everything and one around them, Finn was looking at her like she was the only person in the world, which was exactly how it was when she was around, and she had a huge smile on her face as she looked back at him. A real smile. One that reached her eyes, the one that made him weak at the knees, the one that she kept just for him. The phone vibrated signaling a second missed call, shit! Before he could contemplate calling her back the phone started ringing for a third time, Finn's heart dropped even further into his stomach, something had to be wrong.

"Santana!" he answered sharply, not meaning to.

"Finn, I-I need you!" she sobbed, "please Finn, please!"

"I'm on my way baby! Stay where you are!"

Quickly Finn filled out his leave form and ran to the bathroom and changed into his 'street garb', a white v-neck, black denim jeans, his riding boots, slung his leather jacket over his shoulders grabbing his helmet and running out the door to his bike. As he crossed the grounds from the barracks to the parking lot he ran right into his Unit Commander and started to panic.

"Hudson! Where the hell do you think you going?"

"To find you sir! There has been an emergency back home and I need to get back to Charming ASAP." he stumbled trying to pull the form from his pocket.

"What kind of emergency?"

Fuck! He was hoping to not have to say it out loud he felt bad for using this excuse but it wasn't a total lie..."It's Burt…my stepfather, the one with cancer I went to see last weekend….he has been rushed to the hospital…my mom needs me…"

The man looked up at Finn skeptically, "…alright son. Keep me posted!"

"Yes sir!" Finn answered quickly, sprinting to his bike. Breathing a sigh of relief he said a quick prayer for Burt and prayed even harder that the reason Santana was calling him wasn't worth that explanation, regardless of the reason he would have ran clear across the country to get to her. And who was he kidding he would have said his mother was dead just to get her, just to see her.

Finn hit the highway at full speed, once he made it to L.A. he stopped for gas, also realizing he had no idea where exactly he was going. As he pumped the gas he reached for his phone, turning it on he saw a text from Santana with an address. God! Sometimes it seemed like she knew him better than he did, that they shared the same mind or something….Quickly shoving his phone in his pocket, he got back on his bike and headed to 268 Wisteria Lane….creepy…

As Finn pulled into Charming Heights his heart hurt, coming to a stop at the only light in the subdivision the house he promised Santana 'one day' was to his right…

***FLASHBACK***

Finn had just got his bike and was taking Santana on her first ride. It was also their first official date, out and open to anyone who cared to know date! He'd picked her up from Chibs' house at 7:00pm on the dot. He was greeted at the door first by Santana's two immature sister, followed by her father brandishing a Glock. Supposedly he was 'just cleaning it' but Finn wasn't that dumb! Before he managed to say something that would get him shot, he heard Kerri and Bella whistling. Looking up his jaw hit the ground, at the top of the stairs Santana stood in a tan crop top that covered her chest and wrapped around her neck, paired with a leather skirt that hugged her hips just right. Her hair was straight and her makeup was natural looking just slightly heavier in the eyes. Her bronze skin seemed to glow, and there was an unmistakable spark in her eyes. She was gorgeous and he was lost for words. Chibs spun around and his hollering brought Finn back to reality.

"No way!" Chibs yelled, "go put some damn clothes on! Now!"

"Not a chance Chibby! It's like 100 degrees out there!"

"I don't care Santana there's no way I'm letting you out of the house wearing that!" Chibs turned to Finn who had barely managed to pull his shit together. He looked up and made eye contact with Santana they smiled at each other for a moment before he spoke, "Yea 'Tana, w-we're gonna be on the bike…you should probably put some pants on..." he smiled softly feeling bad for siding with her dad like a suck up. Had he not come to the door with a gun Finn would have been half way back to his house already to get his truck.

Finn didn't think that Santana's face could light up any more than it already was but it did. She squealed as she ran back to her room to change. Jax had made it a point to let them all know that it means more to 'share that seat, than it did to share the sheets'…which at the time he didn't understand…Go figure! Chibs whipped around quickly, narrowing his eyes at Finn, "you be very fucking careful with my girl! Do you understand me!"

"Yes sir!" he answered quickly as he noticed Santana running down the stairs in a black v-neck that mirrored his white (Yea, yea! He basically wore the same thing everyday occasionally mixing it up with a plaid shirt or a button up but he was really just a simple guy, and besides Tana digs it!), light wash ripped jeans, and her black riding boots he bought her, a messy bun wrapped in a red bandana was now sitting on the top of her head. She ran straight into his arms, he wrapped them around he rand whispered "you look beautiful" into her ear. Santana looked up at him through her lashes and whispered a soft 'thank you', an obvious blush on her cheeks.

"Alright," Finn turned to Chibs placing a hand on the small of Santana's back, "I'll have her back by midnight, before you turn into a pumpkin."

His three daughters laughed as Chibs waived the gun in Finn's face, "You better!"

Leading Santana to his bike, he wrapped his arm around her and placed a kiss on top of her head, he just couldn't get enough of her tonight! Grabbing the spare helmet out of his saddle bag, he placed it on her head and gave her another gentle kiss on the lips. Their arms snaked around each other and they stood there just completely caught up in the moment, until Chibs cleared his throat, "You better get out of here before I change my mind!"

Finn looked down at Santana, she looked so cute in that helmet, "you ready to go?"

"I've been ready all day!"

They jumped on his bike and Finn instructed her on how to ride bitch. (yea it's not the nicest term but it is what it is) They took off slowly at first, then when they were down the street from her house he sped off, yea it was her first time and she may have been a little scared but Finn knew that that would only make her cling to him more and that's exactly what he wanted. He took her to her favorite diner for burgers, then took her on a ride along the country side. He drove up to the peak overlooking the town and they sat there for hours just talking, laughing and making out. Nothing to serious, but definitely amazing. As they came down the hill they had to go through Charming Heights to get back to Chibs' house, face it Santana wasn't a spoiled brat but she sure did love the finer things in life, so they went cruising through the neighborhood looking at all the nice houses. Santana said it was like jewelry shopping after hours, 'the only thing more expensive than your engagement ring is going to be your house', and she wanted one of these ones. As they came to a stop at the light she gasped, "that's the one! Finn! That's it! Its perfect", when Finn looked over at the house to his right his eyes nearly popped out of his head the thing was huge, and for sale. Go figure it must cost a small fortune! On a whim he pulled into the drive way and jumped off his bike reaching for her hand.

"What are you doing!?" she whispered loudly.

"Let's go ring shopping, baby!" he said wiggling his eyebrows at her. Unable to resist his charm she jumped off the bike and followed him to the back side of the house. The backyard was amazing! It had a large infinity pool with a huge patio and outdoor kitchen and fire-place. Finn cautiously made is way to the back door and Santana watched as he popped the lid off the security alarm box and pulled out a Swiss army knife and cut two wires. Then she followed him to the front door where he used the knife again to jam the lock and open the door.

"Right this way my lady!"

"Holy shit that was sexy…"

Finn just laughed and guided her through the house taking in every room and discussing what they would change or what they would do with it. This may have been their 'first date' but there was no doubt in his mind that this was the girl he was going to marry, so all this was going to happen eventually...he just knew it. He loved her.

"God! I want this house!" Santana sighed.

Finn walked up behind Santana, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder, "One day, baby, one day...this will all be ours. I promise"

***End of Flashback***

Finn felt tears stinging his eyes, looking up the light had turned green again, who knows how many times it turned while he was lost in his thoughts. Peeling out and down the street towards, what he assumed was Santana's house, he vowed to get her back and never let her go again. He was going to get her that house and they were going to live the life they planned that night. He promised.

Pulling up to the house, he couldn't believe how massive it was. He knew Santana wanted something big and fancy, but this was hotel big. So pointless, it's not even like they have kids...oh god...is that why she wanted to see him...to tell him she was pregnant! No! That couldn't be because she didn't bother to let him know she was getting married, why would she bother to tell him she was pregnant. Unless, she had a medical emergency and she was there alone. Finn panicked again, but then realized he would have been way late, he was eight hours away! He was pissed now, what did she want! She didn't care about him anymore, she never did! And he was destined to live a life of misery constantly wondering about her. His one and only, his can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series, once-in-a-lifetime, kinda love...

Climbing off his bike, he slammed his helmet down on the seat. Turning towards the house, he got pissed all over again, walking up the stairs he knocked on the door and rang the door bell but got no answer. He tried opening the door but it was locked, reaching his boiling point he stepped back and kicked the door open. Walking into the house his jaw dropped. It was like a house straight out of the movies, like what he pictured Gatsby's house to look like. It was insane, and not in a good way. Standing in the foyer he looked around, this was all wrong! This was nothing like the house she wanted. There were no pictures, no white crown molding, and no navy! That was her signature color there was 'no way she would live in a house with no color!' and this house was completely, neutral...it was uncomfortable. The sudden sound of bare feet running came from above him. He couldn't bare to look at her yet, but then he heard a gasp that frightened him, "...Finn!" she whimpered and when his eyes met hers all he could do was run up to her. She met him halfway and jumped into his arms. She clung to him like she never had before, and dropped something from her hand that clanged to the floor catching Finn's attention. At that point, Finn realized what it was, a knife, but not just any knife a huge blood stained butcher knife. Looking back to Santana he saw all the newly formed bruises on her face, and through the mirror behind her the bruises and cuts on her back. Startled he put her down to look her over, the minute he did she started crying.

"Shhhh, baby, I'm right her no one will hurt you. I just need to see what happened." Finn didn't know where those words were coming from but had to keep calm for her sake. Looking her up and down he noticed her blood soaked white dress, her disheveled hair half falling out of its hair tie, smeared make up and mascara tears. She had bruises covering the right side of her face, her eye was swollen shut almost, her arms and legs were covered in cuts and an injury expert from football, his eyes were automatically drawn to her dislocated shoulder, pulling his eyes from the injury he saw her busted lip. What the fuck happened! Finn felt nauseous and short of breath, he knew he had to compose himself to keep from scaring her more.

"Baby...I'm gonna have to reset that shoulder..." Luckily this was something he had done for Puckerman so many times it was like second nature. She just shook her head at him, she knew it would hurt but nothing could hurt as bad as it did now. Slowly positioning his hands, he tried making conversation to distract her.

"W-what happened?"

"I don't know...I-I was cooking dinnerthenIwasflyingaroundthekitchenandthenintothe chinacabinetItriedrunningbuthepulledmyhairthenther efriderator," she cried out, "...I...I...cant breath Finn...it hurts soo bad..."

Finn wasn't sure if she was speaking fast out of fear of what happened or from he pain of her shoulder, either way he felt panic spread through his body, he had no idea what damage the dress was hiding, but judging by the story he was only seeing a fraction of what really happened. Santana fell to her knees sobbing, without saying another word Finn picked her up and carried her in the direction she came from. Looking in the doors he found the master bedroom and carried her through to the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he sat her in his lap and leaning down he started the water, and tested the temp while she sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed very, very light circles on her back as the tub filled. Shutting off the water, he picked up Santana carrying her back into the bedroom he sat her on the bed and very carefully, removed her hair from the ponytail, shaking it out lightly and rubbing her head a little, he had no idea how long she had been in these clothes and he knows she cant have her ponytail in for too long or it hurts her head. Next he slowly unzipped her dress and stood her up, letting it fall to the ground. She immediately fell towards him, completely numb by this point. Looking at her now he saw several bruises on her abdomen. He could tell by the color that they weren't severe enough to cause any internal damage, but there was no doubt she had some broken/fractured ribs. 'That must be whats causing the painful breathing...', he thought to himself, contemplating taking her to the emergency room. But if he did they would ask questions, questions he didn't have answers to and she was to fragile to answer. Not to mention he still didn't know the full extent of what happened. Next he removed her bra and underwear lifting her again and carrying her to her bath. The minute he set her in, she cried out in pain.

"Whats wrong!? Is it too hot? I'm so sor-"

"It stings...my cuts sting..." unfortunately there was nothing Finn could do about that, so he just rubbed her cheek softly, "it'll go away in a minute 'Tana..."

She just shook her head in agreement, Finn leaned over and grabbed a wash cloth off the towel rack, he was pretty sure those were for decoration, but he didn't really give a shit. Soaking the cloth he applied soap to it and started wiping away the blood that had dried all over her. When he was done he used the retractable faucet to wash her hair, something he had done so many times it felt natural. Draining the red water out of the bath tub when he was done, he began to refill it and adding bubble bath so she could relax. Once it was full, he gave her her cell phone and told her he would be down stairs surveying the damage

"NOOOO" she screamed taking him by surprise, "don't leave me again!"

That killed him, he would never forgive himself for leaving her in May, "I wont, I wont leave you ever again."

"Get in with me..."

"Santana..."Finn hesitated.

"Please...just hold me..."

He couldn't argue with her, she just looked too sad...so broken. His asskicking, full of attitude and life badass girlfri-, ex-girlfriend, looked so weak and so fragile. Quietly he undressed and slipped into the tub with her. Holding her tightly to him, she nuzzled her head under his chin and just sobbed, for a good thirty minutes. Finn just let her, he had no idea what was really going on, what had happened over the last three months and whatever it was, was all his fault. He should have never left her.

Once the water turned cold he emptied the tub and wrapped her in a towel. Carrying her into the bed room he dug out some yoga pants and a tank top and got her dressed. Sitting her on the bed he combed through her hair and put it up in a loose bun. By then it was close to 10pm, so he laid her down and tucked her into bed.

"I need to get you some ice for your shoulder, I'll be right back." The terror in her eyes scared him, why was she so afraid...

"I'll come with you!" She said and quickly trying to get out of bed, but ended up hurting her ribs. Finn didn't argue, just picked her up again and headed out of the bedroom. Once down stairs she directed him to he kitchen, and he nearly dropped her when he saw the damage to the room. Without saying anything he sat her on the counter and grabbed a couple of bags and a towel and filled them with ice. He turned and handed it to her, and grabbed her and took her back to bed. Placing her back down softly he tucked her in and placed the ice on her shoulder underneath her tank top so it would hold it in place and gave her the other for her eye. So many things were running through his head, how was he going to clean this up, where was her husband, what if he came back and Finn was there...well Finn had his gun so that wasn't really a problem, but he had no idea what to do next. Placing a kiss on Santana's head he turned to sit in the chair next to her.

"Come to bed..."she said softly, patting the space next to her.

"I-I can't lay with you in a bed you share with your husband..."

"He's dead."

Finn's heart dropped he had a feeling that was coming.

"And we never shared this bed...he was always mad at me...he slept across the hall..." she pointed. Finn didn't know how to answer her, he could see the hurt in her eyes, the confusion and the doubt. "Please..."

Again he couldn't argue with her, not with her like this. Finn quietly got up removing his boots and shirt and climbed into bed with her. He placed his arm around her waist and was surprised when she leaned into him. His heart started to race and he couldn't describe the feelings running though him at the moment. He was dying for this, to be back with her, but not like this. Not with her so broken, not with her dead HUSBAND somewhere in the house, and definitely not with her so out of it. She had lost control and he wasn't sure if she even knew who she was anymore...