A/N: Adored 'Special Education' Epi. I mean Fintana moments=golden! During Dog Days are over there's this cure moment right after Tina's solo where rachel is taking down her finn stuff when finn grabs Santana's waist and spins her around. It was cute. Anyway for this we are going to have to pretend some things happened differently. First, Kurt is still at WHMS and he's the one who told Rachel about Finn and Santana. Plus, that awesome moment with Finn and Santana in the hallway didn't happen. Also, Rachel didn't forgive Finn for a second week by the end of which: Finn found out about what Rachel did by walking in on her and Puck. Thanks!

Santana opened her door. Finn stood at her doorstep, looking furious and like he was about to cry. He looked so broken. She bit her lip and wanted to hug Finn, but she kept her control.

"Finn? What's wrong?" she asked, gesturing for him to come in the house. He sat on the couch, running his hands repeatedly through his hair. She really wanted to kiss him -among other things- but she managed self control. He looked up at her, his eyes filling with tears. Her urges stopped there. All she wanted then was to chase his pain away, and kill whoever had caused her angel this much trauma. She sat next to him.

"Rachel was still pissed about us...she slept with Puck," Finn closed his eyes. Santana sprang to her feet.

"What the hell what she thinking?" Santana growled. Finn looked up at her in alarm. Santana grabbed her coat and car keys.

"W-Where are you going?" Finn stammered. Santana ground her teeth.

"I am going to skin Berry alive. She should know that she can't hurt you without getting hell from me," Santana practically shrieked. Finn pulled her back onto the couch and cradled her face, his fingers clammy but Santana didn't care.

"You'd do that for me?" Finn asked her. Santana flicked her dark eyes up to his.

"I'd do anything for you," she admitted. Finn, out of despair, got up and started pacing around.

Somehow they ended up talking on Santana's bed. Finn was getting closer to tears every minute. Suddenly, Finn shifted so that his head was on her pillow and her body was above his. Santana looked down at him in shock.

"Finn?" she asked him but he wrapped one arm around her waist. Impulse taking over, she dragged her lips across Finn's cheek to his ear.

"I've missed you," she whispered. He looked up at her, broken and vulnerable. Santana swore to herself that she'd be the one to fix him.

"I love Rachel," Finn sounded lost and confused. Santana wasn't going to make the first move. The last thing she wanted to do was push Finn too far. She gingerly placed one hand on his chest and the other on his neck. He met her gaze. Santana bit her lip, wondering if she had miscalculated. She blinked once and she felt Finn fasten his lips on hers.

I heal you don't I? Santana thought the words she dared not speak. She moved her lips against his, trying not to lose control.

Santana woke up, thrilled that her parents were in Chicago for the weekend. She moved Finn's arm from her waist. She eyes his toned chest appreciatively before walking downstairs to the kitchen. She chewed her lip, wondering how Finn would react to sleeping with her this time. Finn came downstairs, there was less pain on his face this morning. Santana rested a hand on his hesitantly. He flinched.

"How are you?" she asked him. He looked at her, pleading. She kissed him gently.

"Thank you, he said when she pulled away.

"Why were you so jumpy earlier?" she asked him slowly. Finn blushed.

"I thought that once you had slept with me that you'd be bored," Finn admitted. Santana tried not to react but Finn caught a flash of hurt that crossed her face. He was at her side in an instant, comforting and apologizing. It felt so right to Santana to be the one who soothed Finn and to be the one who was soothed by Finn. She pulled Finn's lips down to hers.

"You don't regret having sex with me?" She double checked.

"I'd do it again now," Finn promised. Smiling devilishly, Santana pulled him back up to the bedroom.

Santana decided that it was the best Saturday morning of all time.