A/N: I know, it's been forever. Please bear with me. At least we've arrived at the prom chapter!
Santana ended up in a pink dress. Not barbie pink, not bubblegum pink and NOT girly pink. Sexy pink. Did that matter? Fuck no. Finn had his arm around Rachel.
Santana frowned to herself and watched impatiently as Figgins stood up to announce prom king and Queen. Santana sat at a table with Kurt and Blaine. She was a total hag now. She watched Finn stand up there and smile at Rachel. God, it was so infuriating.
"The 2010-2011 Prom King, is Finn Hudson," Figgins said. Finn smiled and walked to the center stage, listening to the claps and giving a reassuring nod to Rachel, who was being and prattling on to Quinn and Lauren that 'I probably won, better luck next time,'. Santana smiled at Finn, though she was starting to wish that she'd entered the fucked up contest so she could have the dance with him.
"And the prom queen is...Quinn Fabray!" Figgins said. Rachel let out a shriek. Quinn cast an apologetic face at Sam but smiled as Figgins placed the crown on her head. Santana laughed when she realized that Rachel had been more of a prom queen nightmare than Quinn had. Quinn deserved to win. Still, it was a little hard to see Finn and Quinn dancing, even if they were talking and not pressed against each other.
When Finn started to dance with Rachel though, Santana lost it. She looked around the room for the boy that would make Finn the maddest. Her eyes landed on Karofsky. Santana smirked, yeah, she couldn't wait to see Finn's face when he saw her dancing with Karofsky.
"Hey Karofsky, want to dance?" Santana asked, smirking at him. He leered at her and walked closer.
"Of course," he said. She led him to the center of the dance floor and his hand automatically wound up on her waist. Much to her dismay, Finn didn't interrupt the dance. When the song ended, Santana sighed and stepped away from Karofsky. Feeling more dejected than ever, Santana almost ran outside.
She smoothed out her pink dress and looked up at the countless stars. She'd kill for a beer right now. She wasn't one for alcohol, but watching Finn dance with Rachel made her want to get wasted.
Suddenly she felt someone's hand on her wrist, pulling her up against them.
"Hey, get off of me," she snapped. Her voice trailed off when she realized that it was Finn who was holding her. She gave him a crooked smile.
"Hi Prom King," she said bittersweetly. He didn't respond other than a weak smile. He gently pressed her against the cement wall and kissed her with what she assumed was all the 'steam' and passion as he muster. And boy was there a lot of it. He fisted her dress.
"You know, people would expect you to at least cheat on Rachel with your prom Queen. Not some pathetic bystander," Santana said in between kisses.
"You're not pathetic and you're not a bystander. I don't think I'm going to be able to wait till we get back to your place or my place tonight," Finn said, moving his lips to her neck. Santana smiled and wrapped her arms around him.
"What made you so desperate all of a sudden? You seemed pretty wrapped up in Rachel tonight," Santana muttered.
"I swear to god if Karofsky ever touches you again I'll personally kill him," Finn breathed. Santana smirked. So he had noticed her dancing with the douche bag jock.
"He's pretty muscular," Santana teased. Finn hissed and pressed his lips to hers once more.
"Never again," he growled.
"And he's a good dancer," Santana continued. Finn made a pained sound.
"Don't," he begged.
"A fantastic footballer. That letterman jacket is fine on him," Santana prodded. Finn sunk down to the sidewalk, looking up at her, his fingers just barely intertwined with hers as they resisted falling to his side.
"San, please," he croaked. He looked down.
"I wonder if he can sing," she murmured, this sudden hate fueled by Finn's feelings for Rachel. She'd been in Finn's emotional state too many times. It was his turn to be on the receiving end.
"I-I-I can't," Finn voice cracked. His fingers fell from hers and he looked up at her once more, tears shining in his eyes. Suddenly Santana didn't care about making him feel as shitty as he made her feel. She sunk to her knees and wiped the tears from his face. She rested her head against his shoulder and held him close.
"I...I...I'm so sorry," she said. It scared her, that he didn't move. Didn't say anything. Had she pushed him too far? Was he not built to take as much pain as Santana was?
Finally, his arms wrapped around her. He kissed the top of her head.
"I lo- I missed you," He said. Santana looked up at him.
"We're still having sex out here, right?" Santana double checked. After that, she needed something to distract her. Finn laughed and ran his fingers through her hair. Then he used that hand to lift her chin and kissed her soundly on the lips.
"Hell yeah," he mumbled into her mouth. Santana let out a content sigh.
"Protection?" she asked him.
"You're on the pill, right?" Finn asked her. Santana took a minute. She was pretty sure that she was on the pill. Whatever, she probably was. And even if she wasn't, she was totally not ovulating right now.
"Yeah," she breathed, kissing him again.
It was one hell of a prom night.