Author's note: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, I read all your feedback & it means a lot to me! Sorry for such a long wait, but this chapter is extra long : ) Also, a lot of smut! You have been warned.

The doorbell rang promptly at seven and Santana chuckled to herself, surprised that Finn actually showed up on time. Normally when a boy was coming over, she would dress in something sexy and make sure all her best assets were hanging out. But tonight she ended up wearing a pair shorts and a McKinley High football shirt that she stole from Puck their freshman year. It was the softest thing she owned and her go to shirt when she wanted to be comfy. Santana walked to the front door and pulled it open to be greeted by Finn with his hands in his pockets and his eyes glued on a frog against the wall outside. His eyes drifted to her and that goofy smile appeared before he looked over at the frog again.

"It's an American Bullfrog. They only come out at night."

"You're telling me this why?"

"Because it's cool, I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders and looked back over at her. "It's cold out tonight."

"Then you should come inside where it's nice and warm." She stood aside and motioned for him to come in, closing the door once he was inside.

It was an awkward silence as Finn took off his coat, hugging it to himself as he looked around her place. She took his jacket from him, ignoring his look of what the hell are you doing and rested it on the coat hanger near the door.

"So, this is my house. Kitchen, living room, dining room, dad's room over there, mine is upstairs as well as the office." She pointed as she named off the rooms then looked back at Finn.

"Is that my tour?"

"Yep. Unless you want a special look at my bedroom…" She arched her eyebrows at him and smirked.

"N- no I'm good down here."

Santana laughed at his little stutter. "Your loss, Hudson You hungry? I was going to make a bag of popcorn and watch some movies."

"You're cool if we just hanging out? And not do, you know, it?" Finn rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I like sex, but it doesn't mean I want to jump people all hours of the day. And even if I did, I have to refuel to keep my energy up."

She turned and walked away, feeling the material of her shorts rising up as she walked and looked back over her shoulder to see Finn's eyes glued onto her ass. She whistled to snap him out of his little trance and motioned for him to follow.

"I hope you don't mind white cheddar popcorn, not that it matters because it's what we are eating anyways." Santana opened up one of the cabinets and grabbed a bag of popcorn, tearing off the plastic with her teeth.

"I don't mind, I like that flavor." He leaned back against the counter, resting his hands on either side of his body. "Where are your parents?"

"Dad's at a convention in Cleveland till Thursday." She unfolded the popcorn bag and placed it in the microwave, setting the time for two minutes and then leaned back against the counter.

"And your mom?"

Santana met his eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "Gone."

"What do you mean gone?"

"I mean exactly what I said, she's gone. She left when I was three and I haven't heard from her since." She watched his face, the same look of sympathy that people got whenever they found out about her mom. Brittany actually cried when she told her. "Don't give me that look, okay? It was a long time ago and it doesn't matter anymore."

Finn nodded his head as he did his best to clear his face of emotion. "I just didn't know, took me by surprise."

"A lot of things you don't know about me."

"Well, hey! That's what tonight it all about, getting to know one another better." He smiled hopefully. "I'll tell you something about me if you want."

Santana looked at him with intrigue as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Alright, tell me a fact about Finn Hudson that no one else knows."

The popcorn starts to pop and he grinned. "When I was a kid and me and my mom would make popcorn, we'd have a contest. We would count the number of pops we heard, and if it was an odd number then I won and if it was even then she won."

"What did you get if you won?"

"Nothing really, just a hug and a kiss, bragging rights." He shrugged his shoulders as his hands slid into his pockets.

Santana smiled as the microwave beeped. "That's actually kind of cute, I never did stuff like that with my dad." She opened the microwave and took the bag out, pulling the corners apart to open it.

"We can play it sometime if you want… I haven't since I was a kid but I bet it's still fun."

She smiled to herself and grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, pouring the popcorn in. "Do I get the same prize if I win?"

"I think it can be arranged." He laughed and stood up straight, following her as she lead the way to the living room. "What movie are we watching?"

"I was thinking Gone in Sixty Seconds." She set the popcorn down on the coffee table and walked over to the television, opening the cabinet where the DVDs were.

"Seriously?" Finn took his sneakers off and then sat down on the couch, helping himself to a handful of popcorn.

"Yeah, why?" She grabbed the movie and took it out of the case, placing it in the DVD player and walked back over to the couch.

"I didn't think girls liked movies like that."

"Like what?" Santana grabbed the bowl of popcorn and sat on the couch, resting her head on the arm rest and her legs across his lap.

"All about actions and cars and stuff…" He coughed a little as her bare legs laid across his lap, his hands dropping to his side.

She rested the bowl on her stomach and shrugged her shoulders. "I like them, if they have a good story then I'll like any movie."

"Rachel always made me watch that Barbra lady's movies, all the time. It was never a choice of what to watch."

"That's your fault for not putting your foot down." She put a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth as she pressed play with the remote. "Help yourself to the popcorn."

Finn kept silent as the movie started, only moving to grab some popcorn, careful to avoid touching her legs. She kept her eyes on the screen, focusing on what was happening, but smiled to herself about twenty minutes into the film. Santana had seen this movie so many times, so naturally her eyes drifted over to Finn. She was bored and felt like playing a little game. How many rubs would it take for little Finn to come out to play. His eyes were glued onto the screen, his facial expressions changing ever so slightly as the movie went on. Very slowly, she moved her legs back and forth across his lap, pretending to be adjusting her position as she kept her eyes on his face. The little smile was gone and instead there was a look of worry. He kept quiet though so she proceeded, rubbing her legs once again to see what would happen. She felt it instantly, second time was the charm in this case. It was just as easy as she assumed it would be. Her legs moved again but this time a two strong hands grabbed her knees, holding them still. Finn's eyes were now on her, filled with embarrassment but also, with a hint of desire.

"Santana, stop it."

"Why? You obviously like it." Her lips curled into a smirk as she moved her legs, trying to free them from his grasp.

"I- no, it's distracting and I'm trying to watch the movie." He stuttered and pushed her legs off his lap, which she gladly let him do.

She stood up from the couch, setting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table and moved in front of him, blocking his view of the television. His eyes darted to the side and she rolled hers before making herself comfortable on his lap, straddling him as her hands resting on his shoulders. He looked at her as his breathing slowed down, his hands avoiding her body at all costs. She grabbed them and placed them on her hips, not letting go till she felt his fingers gripping her skin.

"Much better." She smirked and put her hands back on his shoulders.

"Santana… we're friends."

"And friends take care of each other. It seems like you have a little, or big, problem that needs some taking care of." She leaned in and pressed her lips against his own, waiting for him to kiss her back. She pulled back when she felt nothing. "Seriously? Don't you want me?"

Finn nodded his head quickly. "I do, I really do, believe me. You're really hot and everything, but I can't do this again, another hook up that doesn't mean anything."

"You're like the worst boy ever, it doesn't have to mean anything. Friends can hook up and still be friends." Santana rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yeah they can, until one of them starts mattering to the other and then they get hurt. I want you and I want to do the stuff we did last time… I want to matter though."

"We went over this, remember? It meant something to you, it meant something to me, blah blah blah." She gave him a stern look, he was truly testing her patience tonight.

"And what about now? Does this mean anything, do I?" Finn's eyes locked on her own and the way he was looking at her scared her. It was how he always looked at her, how he seemed to really see her instead of just through her. She looked away quickly but his hand grabbed her chin gently and pulled her back to face him. "Santana, answer the question."

"Finn…" She sighed as she took his hand off her chin, holding it in her smaller one. There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, expecting the answer that she would give him. She stared at him quietly, her hand still holding his as she whispered her next words. "You mean something to me."

There were no more questions after that. Santana didn't have to ask if she mattered because Finn's lips on her own was more than a suitable answer. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her body close to his as their kiss intensified, tongues battling against one another for dominance which was a fight she always won. Her hips grinded down against his own, his bulge pushing against her shorts as his fingers dug into her waist. She didn't remember his kisses turning her on so much. No, they definitely didn't feel this good last time. There was no time to keep analyzing because Finn had her on her back seconds later, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically. He kissed down her jaw to her neck, his little kisses causing a moan to escape her mouth as she pushed her hips against his, desperate for the friction. A hand inched it's way up her shirt, rough fingers skimming her skin as it stopped right before reaching it's destination. He looked at her timidly, his limits unknown.

"You can take it off, please just take it off."

"Seriously? Rachel never-"

Santana put a hand over his mouth. "Do not mention her when you are on top of me, or just never mention her ever again. Got it?"

Finn nodded his head and she moved her hand away, picking her arms up so he could take her shirt off. She couldn't help but chuckle as his hands shook a little, his eyes traveling down to her chest to take in the sight and the realization that she wasn't even wearing a bra. He went back to kissing her neck, his hand traveling up her toned stomach to her left breast as he began to massage it, his palm rubbing her nipple till it hardened. Little goose bumps formed as he kissed down the middle of her chest, between the swells of her breasts. She let out a breathless moan, giving him enough confidence to take one of her nipples in her mouth and tease it with his tongue. Santana moved her hand to the back of his head and stroked his hair, her back arching to touch as much of his body against hers.

"God, Finn you're making me wet…" She held onto the back of his head as he pulled up to look at her, his eyes wide a little.

"Really?" A tiny smirk of accomplishment appeared on his lips. "Can I… Well, I mean-"

"Yes, I'd really like if you touched me there."

This slow pace was a new thing for Santana. For the most part it was always get in and get out, but this felt like a new experience. His eyes were on her shorts as he moved his hand down her stomach, slipping past the waistband but not brave enough to venture underneath her panties. She took in a sharp breath as his fingers brushed over her core, his fingers familiarizing themselves with her. Those fingers against her bare skin took her by surprise, the way they slid down her slit, dipping into her wetness, she wanted to kill him right there. It never felt this good before, it never made her want to scream out for release more then now. One of those long fingers slid inside of her with ease as his eyes were on her face watching for her reaction. She only looked at him for a second before closing her eyes, moaning as he began to slid his finger in and out. Santana spread her legs farther apart, pushing her hips against his hand to urge him to go faster, harder. She needed this more then anything right now. But his finger slid out completely, her eyes shot open to glare as that little smirk appeared on his face again.

"Finn Hudson, you better-"

Her words were cut off by his lips and by two fingers sliding into her entrance again, moving with skills that she wasn't aware he had. Her moans were lost in his kiss as he moved his fingers quickly, her walls gripping them as they pushed her closer to the edge. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as no other thoughts ran through her mind except for how good she felt, how hot she felt underneath him, how his fingers curled and hit that spot, that one spot… She bit his lip on accident as her orgasm hit her, her walls throbbing against his fingers that were buried deep inside of her. She held him tight as those little waves of pleasure rolled through her, one right after the other. He moved his fingers slowly now as she came off her high, his lips brushing against her own. Santana looked at him as a smile played on her lips.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Research. I've never gotten to actually do it, you came right?" He looked at her nervously as he pulled his fingers out of her, wiping them on the side of his jeans.

"I did." She moved her hand to his cheek, stroking it softly as she kissed him.

"Cool."

Finn grinned as he kissed her slowly, his hand going to her waist as another battle of the tongues began, this time she let him win as a little thank you for the work his fingers did before. Santana moved her hands down to the bottom of his shirt, tugging the fabric up until he got the hint and he took it off himself, throwing it onto the floor. She dragged her nails down his bare back and then up again, moving her hands onto his chest as she pushed him back, forcing him into a sitting position. She put both her hands on his cheeks, kissing him as she climbed onto his lap. Pushing her weight against him, they fell back on the couch with her on top and her hand moving down his chest and stomach till they reached his jeans. She rubbed the palm of her hand against the bulge in his jeans, their kiss breaking as Finn took in a deep breath. She reminded herself this was still all new for him and she slowed her hand, wanting him to enjoy this, which no doubt he would.

Santana kissed along his jaw, sucking on his skin softly as her kisses moved to his neck, her fingers unbuttoning his jeans without needing to look at what she was doing. She focused on the skin at the base of his neck, making sure to leave a mark before sitting up. His eyes watched her carefully as she moved so she could pull his jeans down, freeing his hard on that popped his boxers up into a tent. She smirked and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as well. She avoided touching him at all as she laid her body back over his own, her lips playing with his ear lobe.

"Are we going to, you know…"

"Nope." She chuckled quietly in his ear as she moved her lips lower. "You're still going to enjoy this."

Finn swallowed as her fingers wrapped around his length, causing it to twitch in her hand. She squeezed him gently as she pulled her head back, watching his face. His eyes were closed, lips parted as she started to move her hand up and down, her thumb brushing over the head each time her hand made it to the top. Santana kissed the skin of his neck, teasing it with her tongue as her hand moved faster then slower again, causing him to moan as he pushed his hips up.

"Feels better then when you do it, doesn't it?" His words were lost in a moan as she slowed her hand down, almost stopping completely before speeding up. "Did I ever tell you how big you are, Finn?"

"I can't, I'm going to come already…" He bit his lip, concentration written all over his face as he tried to hold back.

"It's okay, baby. I want you to."

Santana sped her hand up, her lips brushing against his as she felt him twitching in her hand, his release spilling out over her hand. She kept stroking him slowly, kissing his lips over and over as he moaned, his breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back and-"

She cut him off with a kiss and then shook her head, moving her other hand to his cheek. "Stop apologizing, I wanted you to do that. Otherwise I would have stopped, okay?"

Finn nodded his head as she kissed him again before moving her hand off of him, wiping it on her shorts. She rested her head on his chest, her eyes turning to the T.V. as the movie was coming to an end. His arms wrapped around her waist, one of his hands rubbing the small of her back softly. She bit her lip as she closed her eyes, sighing to herself. What had she just started with Finn Hudson?