Santana walked numbly to her house, she fumbled with the keys until she finally threw open the door. She turned on the lights and slammed the door shut. She gripped the counter and pulled her ponytail out. She bit her lip so hard it bled. Anything to keep from crying. Fear wracked her body and mind.
She opened her phone and her finger hovered over the first speed dial. She sighed, she would be ruining a month and a half of work. She pressed the number. Voicemail. Dammit. The kitchen was dark, she trembled slightly.
"Finn, it's Santana...I'm home alone and I'm...Finn I'm scared. Please come by," she said, trying to keep her voice strong. She sat on the couch, waiting for a call back. She listened to the ticking of the clock.
She guessed that it had been an house since she called, still no reply. She jumped when there was a knock on the door. She opened it hesitantly. Finn was standing there, brow furrowed and analyzing her to see if she was telling the truth or was just trying to seduce him. He saw her trembling lips and stepped in the house without a second thought. He wrapped his long arms around her in a friendly and protective manner.
"Santana, you have to tell me what happened," he said.
"Puck and I were walking to our cars after a group outing. Nothing romantic. These guys who used to be in Juvi with him were there. They were saying stuff...about me. And since he's kind of like a big brother to me -even though I went on a date with him when he got out of Juvi- he got really defensive and they started to bet him up. H-h-he's not too badly injured but he's not in excellent condition," Santana tried to sound indifferent and annoyed but it didn't work. Finn ran a hand through her hair.
"What did these guys look like?" Finn sounded furious. She pulled away from him.
"Why?" she asked cautiously.
"I want to finish what Puck started," Finn admitted. Santana gripped him tightly and glared at him.
"Don't you dare! You'll get yourself killed!" She snapped.
"Why are you talking to me again?" Finn changed the subject.
"Because I needed a friend tonight. And I was hoping that if I didn't try anything with you that you wouldn't humiliate and crush me again," Santana huffed, though her eyes were shimmering with gratitude. Finn nodded.
"You've always had a friend in me, San," He told her. She shook her head.
"Not true," she reminded him softly. He pulled her head to his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. You can count on me now," He reassured her.
"I better be able to," she teased him.
"Oh, and if you tell anyone about this I will kill you," she added.
"I kind of gathered that," Finn snickered. With his breath tickling her neck, Santana had the strongest urge to kiss him.
But if she kissed him he'd run and she did not want to be alone.