Santana felt Finn roll over and look at her. She turned to meet his gaze. He looked exhausted, which made sense because they had been very...active..earlier. But he also looked bored. Santana frowned.
"Finnocence? What's up?" Santana asked. Finn pushed a strand of her hair out of her face and kissed her shoulder.
"I want to go dancing with you. Like at a teen club. I can't dance but I love when you dance," Finn smirked against the skin of her collar bone. Santana shivered with pleasure.
"Finn, we can't. We could get caught. Besides, that sounds an awful lot like a date. And we are not dating," Santana reminded him. Finn started running his hands through her hair.
"Right, my Gorgeous Nightmare. Anything you say," Finn nodded. Santana smirked and felt happiness surge in her.
"But...I feel like we're confined to our bedrooms," Finn continued. Santana sighed and pressed her torso against his.
"Finn, you're crazy. We've done it in both of our kitchens, your basement, my pool house and the WMHS locker rooms," Santana pointed out. Finn sighed.
"You know what I mean,"
"Sounds a lot like you want us to date. We aren't in love," Santana whined. Finn shrugged in surrender. Then he smiled boyishly at Santana.
"Call me it again," he demanded, sounding like a small child. Santana chuckled and pulled the sheets higher on her body. She kissed him slowly.
"I give the orders, Bad Boy," Santana smirked. Finn glowed with pride. He held her close. This was dangerously similar to cuddling, but Santana didn't really give a shit. He was kind of...nice to keep around. Not that she'd ever admit that. God no.
Meshing her lips with Finn's again, Santana silenced any emotions that were rising in her. He responded eagerly, as always.
"This is the hottest fuck buddy relationship I've ever had," Santana told Finn. She made a small sound which usually signaled Finn that it was time to leave. He started to get up...but for once she actually didn't want him to leave.
"Finn, wait," she blurted. He turned around as he buttoned his jeans. He looked at her curiously.
"Don't leave," she said instinctively. Finn raised his eyebrows in surprise, but obliged. He crawled back into her bed, kissing her cheek.
"What made you change your mind?" Finn prompted. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Hudson," Santana said and then silenced him with her mouth.
The next day they had managed to sneak away. They were in the auditorium. Santana was sitting on the edge and Finn was standing in front of her. He was kissing her languidly when he pulled away momentarily. Santana sighed in annoyance but it was obvious that he didn't hear.
"I'm never going to let you even think about quitting Glee Club," he muttered before pressing his lips against hers again. Santana pulled away, confused.
"Why?"
"It makes you happy. I would never let you get rid of something that makes you so joyous," Finn said as if it was simple and obvious.
"And what made you think of this now?" Santana asked him, trying to follow his teenage boy mind.
"You were smiling. You smile a lot in glee," Finn shrugged. Santana rolled her eyes and pulled Finn's body closer against hers. She pushed her hands through his hair, leveling her lips so they were an inch away form his. She ran a tongue over her lips. Finn lost any control and melted his lips onto hers. The door started to open and Santana jumped to her feet. Finn swung onto the stage and sat at the drums. Rachel, Quinn, Sam, Puck and Brittany all walked in. Santana pretended to be giving musical notes to Finn.
"What are you guys doing in here?" Brittany asked, obviously confused. Santana put on her cold and hard mask. She looked over the viewing crowed with an air of superiority and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Working with Finn on a song, clearly," Santana rolled her eyes. Quinn's looked at the two of them before letting her gaze slide longingly to Sam.
"Why would you two being working together on a song?" Rachel demanded. Santana laughed dryly.
"He's not yours anymore, hobbit. He belongs to me-Quinn" Santana said the slip-up so quickly that no one else noticed it, not even Finn.
"Will we ever hear this song?" Sam asked. Santana shifted her weight and cast a sly glance at Finn.
"I doubt it. I don't like it that much," Santana said indifferently. Finn slammed his drumsticks down, causing everyone but Santana to jump.
"Why are you so damn picky, Santana? Anything I touch you hate!" Finn exploded, all part of a well designed act.
"Because you are a child, Finn. A child and an idiot, not to mention a neanderthal!" Santana snapped.
"I don't see why you two insist on working together on glee assignments when you can't stand being within a mile of each other," Quinn shook her head. Santana scoffed.
"Because he's the only decent dummer in this school," she admitted. Quinn looked at Finn, placidly waiting to hear his answer. Really, Rachel seemed a lot more upset over this than Quinn did.
"She's the best when you need a powerhouse with a smooth voice. No one but Mercedes can wail like Santana and I can only work with Santana's range," Finn shrugged. Sam pulled Santana gingerly off the stage and into his arms, leading her away from Finn before they got into a larger -but still fake- fight. Finn took Quinn out through the side door. Santana had to force back a smirk. She and Finn were good at this. Sam soothingly pressed his lips to hers, still completely in the dark.