A/N: So I didn't get to watch Furt until after I wrote this plus the Fintana scenes -though amazing- did not fit in my story well enough. Now for my plea: Fintana is a dying ship, as many of you know. So any of you reading this with even the smallest fraction of your gleek hearts dedicated to Fintana, spread the love. Write fics, make youtube vids, post about them on glee forums, make fan art. In short: let Ryan Murphy know that Fintana needs to happen more! Thank you!
Santana stood outside of Finn's house shivering. She finally heard him lumber to the door. He looked stunned when he saw her out in the cold. He pulled her inside.
"Santana? What are you doing here?" He asked her. She shook the shiny package she had in front of his face.
"Is that?" he asked.
"Yup, sure is," she smiled to him.
"Call of Duty Black Ops?" Finn's eyes lit up. Santana smirked, boys could be so predictable sometimes. She bit her lip to keep from planting them on Finn's.
"Did Rachel buy it for you already?" Santana asked, though she already knew the answer.
"No, she thinks that if she gets it for me that I'll spend all the time playing it and not with her," Finn admitted. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Can't she trust you? I mean come on haven't you proved that you are an amazing boyfriend? I mean look at your relationship with Quinn. It only crashed and burned 'cause Rachel would do anything to get you but now she doesn't trust you enough to buy you a video game?" Santana scoffed. If Finn was hers she'd do anything for him, would never deny him anything. Finn was frowning at this thought.
"Anyway, let's play. You ready to get your ass kicked?" Santana asked him. Finn laughed.
"In your dreams!" he told her as they raced upstairs.
Finn was good, but so was Santana. So they seemed to always even out. Eventually Santana's head ended up on his shoulder, but Santana knew that Finn thought it was only a friendly gesture.
"Saaaaan, stop winning," Finn whined. She arched an eyebrow and smiled at him.
"But then I wouldn't be able to brag to the entire school that a girl is as good as you in CoD," Santana mocked playfully. Finn smiled at her brilliantly as he killed her in the game. Santana's heart fluttered.
Angel boy, you have no idea the effect you have she thought as she snuggled deeper into his arms. Shit, she was snuggling? What was this boy doing to her? Her phone buzzed. She looked at it.
Puck: Wanna come over? I'm bored.
Santana closed her phone, turning down Puck's sex offer. She looked up at Finn. He was gloriously unaware of the two-second exchange that had just happened. He had no idea that she turned down Noah Fucking Puckerman for him. Santana sighed softly.
Hours flew by and finally she stood up to leave.
"You forgot your game," Finn handed her the box. She handed it back to him.
"It's for you. Just don't let Berry catch you," she winked and then left, leaving him smiling and dumbstruck.
Unlike Finn, she knew the effect she could have. She was working on him slowly but surely.