Finn quickly jumped in and out of the shower, when he was done he stood in front of the vanity looking for his hair gel...well duh! It's not there because he didn't bring any with him! It's crazy how comfortable he got so fast and how everything from the night before seemed so unreal...but it was! Before he could shake the thought from his head he heard a rumble, then the hotel shook. No way! That little shit was not kidding! It felt like an earth quake but the fact that his phone just vibrated proved it was Sebastian! Jesus! He wanted him to blow up the house not the whole town!

Before he could read his text message, Santana ran into the bathroom and jumped onto Finn's back!

"Earthquake!" She shrieked, squirming into his arms bridal style.

"No...that was Sebastian..."

"What...wait it's over..."

"Yes ma'am," he said planting a kiss on her head for comfort, "it's all over now..."

She smiled softly at him and nuzzled into his arms, "Good...take me to bed!"

"What?"

"Ummm take me to bed."

"...why?..." a smile crept across Finn's face.

"So I can finish sorting all the stuff I put on it, then I'll tell you where I want you to put it."

"Boo! Alright!"

Santana laughed,"Sucker!"

"Ha! Ha!"

Finn practically threw her on the bed, tickling her then walked over to grab some clothes and got dressed. He watched Santana quietly as she dug through bag after bag of expensive crap, it was like a little kid on Christmas. Everytime she would find something she obviously forgot about she would smile and hold it up checking out. He chuckled as he walked over to the pile of spring/summer clothes and started hauling them to the coat closet, he was almost afraid to open the door, thinking he would find even more stuff she had forgotten about. Luckily for him it was empty and freaking huge.

"Tana! Why don't you just shove it all in here and sort it by season!"

"Because I don't wanna walk all the way in there, in the winter, in my towel!"

"I'll have you in the house by then!"

"What house?"

Uh...oops...well might as well go for it, "Ummm our house...you know the one there on Blackstone Avenue..."

"REALLY!?"

"Well...yea...if you still want that one...if not we can go look for a bigger one."

"God no that one's perfect!"

"Great so I'll contact the realtor in the morning...till then most of your shits going in here."

"K! I'm soo fucking excited!"

Finn laughed again...well that went better than he had thought, "...So Tana?.."

"Yea?"

"Your gonna take me back?"

"Yea...didn't you see my shirt!"

"Yea but..."

"Quit over thinking things and get this shit put away."

Things were going pretty well, but as much as Finn wanted to forget all about what had happened last night and the past few months he couldn't. Everytime he turned around and realized where he was and what he was doing it smacked him right in the face. It didn't take long for Finn to put everything way while Santana barked orders at him, God it felt so normal and he loved it...he's pretty sure he actually...missed it, he sat down on the bed with Santana where she was watching Project Runway...snore!

"Hey! You ready to talk?"

"Your such a girl..."

"So?"

"I want to get something to eat..."

"You have a fully stocked kitchen in there..."

"So I don't know how to cook. You know that."

"I'll cook you something but you have to keep me company!"

"That's fine I kinda want to talk to you about the house..."

"Ummm...are you dumping me?"

Santana snorted, pushing Finn into the kitchen, "No goof! I just don't think I want to live in Charming Heights again..."

"Great!" Finn said peeking around he refrigerator door, "Can I build you a house?!"

"Your gonna build a house...that we actually have to live in? Is that something they teach you to do in the Navy!?"

"Nooo! I'd obviously hire someone to actually build it...but I want it to be all your own...everything you've ever wanted..."

"I like the sound of that...everything we want..."

"I want you to be happy."

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"That's all you want for the house? Everything I want...I choose everything..."

"Yea that and pool..." Finn shrugged.

Santana laughed as she got up to help Finn cook. She was completely out of her element in the kitchen. She could bake, but cooking was a whole different story. It wasn't mixing shit in bowl, putting it in a pan and letting it do its thing. No, you had to cut shit, and watch and add things to it at just the right time...it was exhausting. She jumped on the counter and would hand Finn stuff whenever he needed something but she mainly just let him do his thing...and it was sexy! He had this shit down. Whatever it was suppose to be it smelt amazing and looked delicious. When Finn was done he picked her up off the counter and sat her at the table, then placed a plate in front of her.

"Chicken alfredo with pesto, asparagus, and garlic bread!" he said proudly sitting across from her.

"Get out!"

"Why?"

"No not really! That's my favorite!"

"I know...you ordered it on our first date...and everytime we went to Breadstix."

"You remembered...I didn't even think you paid attention!"

"Of course I did. Isn't that the whole point of the date...to pay attention and get to know the person your with?"

"Yea...but I don't know...it just never crossed my mind..."

"Don't you know what my favorite food is?"

"Anything with chicken!" she said instinctively.

"See! Why would it be different if I knew that about you?"

"I don't know, I guess when I did I felt like I was being...I don't know...obsessive?"

"No you were being normal...but it's ok you didn't know. You did swear off relationships and what not by that point."

Santana smiled, "I dont know why it surprises me so much that you know so much about me...and our first date was the diner and I had a burger! FAIL!"

"Again your not use to relationships, wasn't really your thing and I consider our first date to be the time you let me take you to Breadstix during Christmas break our sophomore year."

"I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"That you have to deal with all my crazy!"

"Your not crazy, I just hope you don't decide to break up with me and try having a relationship with someone else!"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because a lot of people believe that you can't just settle for what you have...like...you have to try other things to make sure you get what you want..."

"That's true," Santana said, placing her hand on Finns, "but some people believe in stuff like, high school sweethearts and love at first sight...I'm one of those people."

Finn gave her a half smile, "Really?"

"Yea, I feel like I've had a shot at what I thought my life would entail...what I had always thought I wanted...and all I could do the whole time was dream about having this..." Santana cleared her throat, "I love you." she said it so low she wasn't even sure Finn heard her and she kept her had down until he squeezed her hand.

"I love you more!"

"Not possible!"

"Totally possible, because it is! Now eat your dinner so we can make dessert!"

"We?"

"Yea, I dont know how to bake and I want brownies!"

"How do you not know how to bake! It's simple!"

"No it's not! You have to measure and use that scary thing that mixes stuff! If you don't put the right amount of something, or add too much of something it doesn't taste right and it's already done so you can't fix it! You have to start all over again!"

"Or! You can dump the box in a bowl add water and eggs and put it in the oven!"

"You cheater! Dare I ask how you make my mint brownies!"

"I dump a box of shit into a bowl and add Andes mints!"

"God! I feel like my whole life has been a lie!"

They both laughed and finished their dinner, Santana got up and cleared the table. They both did the dishes and when they were done she attempted to make brownies from scratch. This time it was Finn who sat on the counter and handed her whatever she needed. She looked over at him a few times and laughed at how closely he watched her like he was studying her every move.

"Alright," she said taking the pan out of the oven, "let's see how we did!"

"Shouldn't they cool first?"

"Oh yea! We'll give it a second...while we do I wouldn't be opposed to a little make out sesh..."

Finn reached for her and pulled her between his legs, still sitting on counter, crashing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and instinctively his went up her neck and he tangled his hand in her hair. With his free arm he lifted her up to him and sat her in his lap, once up she straddled his lap and he leaned back into the ledge of the counter. Her hands kept moving up and down his newly sculpted chest and over his biceps, taking a moment to breathe she placed her forehead on his, breathing heavily,

"Where did all this come from..."

"The Navy!" he answered before placing kisses along her neck, and up to her ear.

"Jesus I've missed you!"

Before he could answer her lips were back on his and she had a handful of his hair. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, their hearts dropped, no one was suppose to know they were there.

"Open the damn door!" The voice yelled.

"What the fuck is your dad doing here!" Finn whispered as he jumped off the counter and ran to the coat closet.

"I don't know! What are you doing?!"

"Hiding! I can't see your dad in my condition!" Santana looked down and couldn't help the giggle that came out. "Not funny!"

"Go to the bathroom and take care of it then come out! Don't leave me here alone!"

"No then he'll tell my dad I'm here!"

"Open the door now Santana!"

"Please!"

"Fine!"

Finn ran into the bathroom while Santana opened the door, "Daddy!" she said with a big smile. Chibbs jaw dropped when he looked at his daughter.

"What the fuck happened?" Oops! They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

"Tell me!"

"Nothing dad...dont worry about it..." she said wrapping her arms around her abdomen self-consciously.

"Bullshit! Tell me now!"

"Dad-"

"Santana!"

"How did you even know I was here!"

"Beau works here!"

"Since when?"

"Since last week!"

"Whoa! What's going on in here!" Finn asked running into the room at the sound of the argument.

"You motherfucker!" Chibbs yelled, pushing past Santana and punching Finn in the face.

"DAD!" Santana yelled, pulling her father away from her boyfriend

"Don't dad me! How long has he been hitting you!"

"What!?" Finn yelled. "I've never hit her!"

"Then who did?"

"My ex-husband!" Oops again.

"Oh Jesus Christ! What have you gotten yourself into Santana!"

"It's a long story..." she said shaking her head, "go have a seat on the couch and I'll tell you everything..."

"Damn right you will!"

Santana pulled Finn into the kitchen to get him some ice to put on his eye.

"That was fast!" she whispered.

"4 months!" Finn defended himself, "and I could smell your perfume!"

Santana struggled to hide her laughter as she placed an ice pack in a towel and handed it to him.

"Why do have ice packs just hanging out in your freezer?"

"Does it really matter!?"

"Yes!"

"Well your about to get the full story so go take a front row seat by my dad!" she sneered. Damn! Just when everything was going so well!