A/N: I know it has been a while since I was last here, but I had really struggled to find my muse, as I don't actually plan what happens, it just comes to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Rescue Me, Love me, Mr Hudson

Chapter 10

Santana froze at Rachel's closeness, what the hell was Rachel doing?

Letting her conscience win, Santana pushed Rachel back.

"Rachel, you are in love with Finn." Santana breathed, breaking her own heart. Rachel sighed, feeling guilty; she had been playing with Santana's heart without intentionally meaning to.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't right," Santana shrugged it off, "What am I going to do about Finn?" Rachel continued, Santana turned and looked at Rachel, giving her a look that she understood far too well.

The rest of the night, the girls spent their time doing manicures, pedicures and watching classic comedy films; Rachel wasn't in the mood for any sappy, heart-wrenching, romance films. Santana ended up falling asleep on the couch and Rachel covered her with a blanket and went upstairs to go to bed. Santana woke up at half six in the morning, and rolled off the couch. She yawned and went to wake Rachel; she was difficult to wake up.

"Santana, go shower or something," Rachel mumbled, pulling her duvet over her head, and rolling over. This series of actions made Santana chuckled. Santana climbed into the shower, and quickly made sure her hair was thoroughly washed and by the time that Santana had finished in the shower, Rachel was awake, sorting things out.

"You know where everything is, I'm going to shower," Rachel seemed a lot happier buy Santana knew why. She dried and curled her hair, pinning her hair up. Santana was dressed and ready to go when Rachel had finally finished in the shower.

"I spent far too long in the shower," Rachel showed Santana her wrinkly fingers, making Santana crack up with laughter. Santana sat on Rachel's bed, while she got ready, during this time; Santana received several texts off Finn that she had to show Rachel, making Rachel seem even happier. Santana drove Rachel to the ceremony, meeting their parents there. Rachel hugged her dad's before sitting with the rest of the students. Santana quickly joined Rachel. After they obtained their diplomas, the students did the traditional cap toss. Rachel and Santana managed to get some final pictures, and Mercedes invited them to her graduation party but they declined, without any real reason, but Rachel just wanted to leave, and see Finn. Santana drove Rachel back to her place, and waited for her to pack a few belongings for the trip; Santana lied to Rachel's dads and said they were having a last minute road-trip and spa week in California. Rachel's dad's reluctantly agreed, seen as they were going to be away in New York the same week. Rachel shoved her bags into the trunk of Santana's car, then Santana drove to her house, and collected some stuff, all the money that she had in her purse, and a bag full of snacks, she made Rachel wait in the car. Santana climbed back into her car, throwing her bags on to the back seat. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and dialled Finn's number.

"Santana?" he sounded puzzled, almost confused.

"We are officially no longer students, Rachel is no longer your student," Santana dragged it out; waiting for Finn to tell her here they were going to be heading.

"Oh…yeah…" Finn sounded tired, but gave Santana his exact location.

"Can I speak to Rachel?" Finn asked nervously.

Santana passed Rachel the phone, and put her i-pod headphones in, so that they could have whatever conversation they wanted without mentally disturbing her. The drive to San Francisco was long and draining and it almost killed Santana, who'd only stopped half way for three hours sleep. Rachel slept most of the journey.

Santana dragged herself up to the room where Finn was staying, and knocked on the door. Rachel was over excited and dived into Finn's arms when he opened the door.

"Either you pay me to sleep in the next room, or go for dinner or something. Just please don't have…sex…until I've had a good, long, well deserved sleep." Santana sounded drugged up. Finn set Rachel onto her feet, and helped Santana fined the bed. She was so tired, the moment her head hit the pillows, she was out cold. Finn let Rachel shower, and change before he took her out for a meal at one of the top Italian restaurants in San Francisco. They were lucky to even get a table at the 'Delfina'.

"Are you sure you can afford this?" Rachel asked sheepishly, as they were seated. She felt underdressed in her high waisted skirt and red polka dot blouse. Finn smiled at her, lovingly.

"I have saving, and this is worth it," Finn smiled, and leant across the table, kissing her softly. Instinctively, he looked around, but no-one seemed the slightest bit interested, but why would they be? This was perfectly legal.

Rachel enjoyed the meal, and Finn just loved being in her company again. He had missed her so much, that it was almost unbearable. When they arrived back at the room, Santana was still fast asleep, snoring softly, catching up on her well deserved sleep.

"I'll go sort something out," Finn kissed her forehead, before leaving her for a few moments, he didn't want to, but he wasn't going to be gone long. Rachel walked over to Santana, and carefully pulled off her shoes, and covered her with the duvet. Finn returned, spinning a key card between his fingers, a smug smirk on his face. Rachel quickly left the room and followed Finn as he led her down the corridor, Finn had paid to have another room for a few nights. Rachel gasped at the size of the room, it was huge.

"Business class," Finn whispered, pulling her in.

Rachel didn't have much time to say anything because Finn crushed his lips against hers, pushing her hard against the door, his hands pinning her hands above her head….

A/N: I know, I know, I'm a tease…lol I'm on half term break at the moment, so fingers crossed if I still have my muse, I might have a new chapter for you tomorrow, obviously it'll be smut so yeah lol I hope you enjoyed, please review, I treasure each one, I might start replying to them.

DISCLAIMER: the places I've used/ will be using are real, I am NOT in any way affiliated by their companies, ect ect. I don't own Glee.