Santana woke up on Sunday morning to find herself staring into Finn's eyes and realizing that her head was in his lap. She sat up, resting her head on his bare shoulder.
"You look hot with your shirt off," she told him sleepily. His face looked relatively pain free, except for his eyes. Which is why Santana swore that she'd spend the entire day helping him relieve his pain and teaching him that life does go on without Berry.
"I need to stop by my house to get new clothes. My mom thinks I'm at Mike's house," Finn said. Santana frowned.
"Why? I can wash your clothes here," she said. Finn blushed.
"What would I wear while they're washing?" Finn asked. Santana laughed and kissed his neck.
"Finnocence, you're worried about me seeing you nude? You haven't worn clothes in this bed at all, except when we're 'done' when you put on your boxers." Santana pointed out, gesturing to the boxers that he was wearing then. Finn blushed more.
"I guess," Finn nodded reluctantly.
"Well, my dad has a robe you could borrow," Santana offered gently. Finn perked up at that.
When Finn was clothed again, they sat in the livingroom, watching Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, with Finn's head in Santana's lap. She ran her hands through his hair. He smiled up at her, dimples and all.
"I'm hungry, want me to make some lunch?" Finn asked her. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"You can cook?" she asked him. Finn chuckled and sat up.
"I'm okay. So do you want some food?" Finn asked. Santana agreed.
She sat at the counter and watched Finn attempt to make her an impressive lunch. He eventually set two paninis down on the counter.
"Impressive," she smiled at him. He smile back, clearly relieved. Santana couldn't help but notice how the compliments she gave him helped ease his pain and helped him start to forget Berry.
"Well, I remembered that Paninis are like on your top ten favorite foods list," Finn said sheepishly. Santana smiled at him and took a bite.
Santana climbed into bed with Finn. She yawned, ready to go to bed.
"Tomorrow we have to go back to school. You'll have to see Rachel, " she reminded him gently while running her fingers down his chest.
"I'll be fine, as long as your with me," Finn said and brushed his lips across hers. Santana wiggled closer to him.
"I will be," she assured him.
"And if you see some guys with bloody lips and they're muttering my name, don't worry," Finn told her. Her eyes fluttered open in shock.
"What?" she demanded.
"Well, a lot of guys a school talk about you in kind of perverty ways. But now I can punch them in the face and say 'don't talk about my girlfriend like that.' And I'll punch them hard," Finn said. Santana smiled adoringly.
"Girlfriend?" she asked him trying to be indifferent, pretending that the butterflies in her stomach weren't there. Finn nodded and smiled. He kissed her and wrapped his arms around her.
Santana was actually looking forward to school.
She could finally have Finn and hurt Berry for hurting Finn.