A/N: My excuse for lack of updates: exams are hell.
Santana kissed Finn languidly as she pulled up his jeans. It had been one week since she'd one him back and she was loving it. He was just so addictive. Santana pulled away from Finn to slip on her skirt. Finn rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Why do you have to be so hot?" he asked, running his fingers down her arms. Santana turned around and smirked at him. She cocked her head.
"So I can lure in guys like you," she teased. Finn smiled and pressed his lips against hers once more.
"I'm hungry," Finn said suddenly. Santana opened her mouth to whine at Finn's distracted nature, but then she realized that she was also hungry.
"Fine, me too. Go out and pick us up some Dairy Queen," Santana said. Finn frowned and rested his head on her pillow.
"But Saaaan," he whined. Santana glared at him.
"Get us some Dairy Queen or I'll continue Round Two without you," Santana quirked an eyebrow. Finn looked at her, mouth agape and eyes wide with horror.
"You wouldn't!" He spluttered. Santana trailed her fingers over his mouth.
"Oh wouldn't I?" she asked playfully. Finn pouted and grabbed his keys to go get them some Dairy Queen.
Finn took a lot longer than expected. It was normally a ten minute trip. He took forty minutes. But luckily he did his other business first so when he handed Santana her snickers blizzard it was not melted.
"What the fuck took you so long?" Santana said as she crossed her legs and watched Finn sit across from her on her bed.
"Ran into Rach. She wanted to know what angle I like best for the race," Finn sighed, taking a spoonful of his own mint oreo blizzard.
"What race?" Santana asked, more confused than ever.
"Prom King and Queen. She's decided that we should run," Finn frowned. Santana didn't know whether to laugh or scream.
"You two are running for Prom Royalty?" Santana choked slightly on her blizzard.
"Yeah. Rachel thinks the race needs a 'middle ground' girl. She thinks she can win, especially since she's dating me," Finn muttered. Santana scoffed.
"Rachel couldn't win that race if everyone was blind and deaf," Santana rolled her eyes. Finn smirked and reached forward, wiping a stray drop of ice cream from Santana's lip. Santana placed her empty blizzard cup on her dresser and pushed Finn back, hovering over him greedily. She melted her lips against his. He tasted like mint oreos.
Santana had gotten very talented at avoiding being caught. Once, two days after Finn told her about him and Rachel running for Prom royalty, she and Finn were making out when there was a knock at the front door followed by Rachel's annoying voice calling out Finn's name. Finn and Santana jumped to their feet. Santana didn't want to hide in the closet. She didn't want feel like a whore again.
Somehow, Finn knew that. He led Santana out into the hallway, desperately looking for a place for her to hide. As Rachel climbed the stairs, Kurt opened his door and pulled Santana into his room. Santana felt dizzy from the change of pace. Blaine gently pulled Santana onto the bed while Kurt rushed to hit the 'play' button on his Amy Winehouse CD. Santana took a minute to catch her breath.
"Thanks guys," she said. Kurt shrugged and leaned against Blaine.
"No problem. I have to admit, I have fallen in love with your secret rendezvous with Finn. They're so romantic," Kurt sighed. Blaine chuckled.
"I gathered that you and Finn were having a fling because every time I'm over here, Finn's door is locked and I can hear your voice," Blaine explained. Santana crossed her legs and nodded.
"Okay, that's cool. So how long does the hobbit usually stay?" Santana asked, examining her nails. She really wanted to finish what she'd started with Finn. Kurt pursed his lips in thought.
"An hour or two on a quick night. Of course, this time, Finn will probably try to get Rachel out quickly. But she's stubborn and he has to act normal. If she walks in here, she'll think were having a Gays and Girls night in. But hopefully Amy's voice will mask the fact that your in the house," Kurt reasoned. Santana sighed and flopped down on Kurt's bed - which was massive by the way- and wished that Finn would fucking hurry up.
Santana was in Kurt's room for three hours before Finn came to get her. To say she was pissed was a gross understatement.
He sat, staring down at his hands, on the foot of his bed. And she stood, arms crossed, in front of him.
"I mean, I get that I'm the Fuck Buddy. I'm the gorgeous nightmare. But I'm fucking hot and a fantastic lay. So I'd think that you'd be way more anxious to get into my pants," Santana glared at Finn. Finn looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"I am anxious to get in your pants," Finn whined. Santana scowled.
"I don't believe you," she pouted. Finn placed his hands on her hips and pulled her a little closer.
"I want you," Finn continued. Santana pouted more, forcing her resolve not to crumble. He moistened his lips nervously. He pulled her even closer. He pulled on her arm until she bent over enough for him to whisper in her ear.
"I'll tell you how much I want you," he whispered, and then proceeded to do just that. Santana shuddered with every word. When she stood up straight again, her resolve was almost gone. But she still stood stubborn.
"I'll consider sleeping with you," she said. Finn stood up. He kept one hand on her hip but moved the other to brush back her hair and then started to press kisses to the nape of her neck. Santana closed her eyes and leaned into him.
"I hate you," she muttered as her hands fluttered to pull Finn's shirt off of his torso. Finn smirked against her skin.
"Sure you do," he whispered.