Santana hated Rachel Berry. Really hated her. Ever since Rachel saw how close Santana and Finn were getting, Rachel had been hanging around Finn more. And that meant less time for Santana to hang out with (and work on) Finn.
"San? Guess who's a family friend on my mom's?" Quinn asked Santana one day. Santana looked up at her glumly.
"Barack Obama?" Santana replied sarcastically.
"Berry's dance teacher. Who is concerned that Rachel won't be able to win her competition because Berry's been missing classes to thwart you and Finn," Quinn said cheerfully.
"And this is going to help me...how?" Santana whined.
"I told Rachel about it. She freaked. Which means everything is going to be back to normal," Quinn urged her friend. For the first time in a week, Santana's face lit up. She jumped to her feet and hugged Quinn.
"Q, you are the greatest!" Santana said.
Santana knocked on Finn's door. He opened it up instantly, beaming when he saw her. To her utter surprise and enthrallment, he hugged her. Then he pulled away sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"So, uh, what's up?" Finn asked, smiling that smile. Santana's heart fluttered, she hadn't been near him for so long that she was reacting extra to everything that she had always loved about him.
"Want to play CoD?" she asked hopefully. Finn frowned and her eyes widened in fear that he'd turn her away.
"I'd rather just talk to you," he shrugged. Her mouth dropped in shock.
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I mean it feels like forever since we talked so...yeah," Finn smiled bashfully. Santana couldn't help but smile. He wanted to talk to her? No boy had ever wanted to talk to her. She had to take all of her willpower not to kiss him right there and then. She let out a slow breath and followed Finn into the living room.
So Finn would ask her questions, which she actually answered honestly, and soon her head was in his lap and he was running his hands through her hair.
"Have you ever been in love?" he asked her at one point. She looked into his puppy-dog eyes.
"Yes," she whispered. Finn smiled and seemed to space out, probably thinking of all the guys she might have been in love with. Little did Finn know that the answer was actually himself.
He twisted his finger in her hair gently and she sighed in content.
Hours passed and finally Santana sat up. She rested her head on his shoulder for a few more minutes as he whispered some of his answers in her ear. She shuddered and, thinking she was cold, Finn pulled her tighter. Santana closed her eyes, anything so that she wouldn't lose control. She absentmindedly started drawing shaped on Finn shirt.
Yes, Santana knew that she would have to break up Manhands and Finn soon. The question was, how?