Santana was holding Julianna and staring down at her. She had Santana's skin tone and complexion. She looked like Santana did as a baby, except that she had the same piercing blue eyes that Finn said his grandmother had. She put Julianna down for a nap. She found Finn downstairs, rocking Hayden. He strapped the sleepy infant into a gentle bouncer and pulled Santana onto his lap.
"I talked to Rachel today. Tomorrow we'll do the solos in glee, you read to do ours?" Finn asked. Santana nodded. Finn started playing with her hair again. His finger rushed over her lips. They sat their like that for a while. Finn pulled her head closer to his. Her lips brushed his when the doorbell rang.
"Not again," Santana complained and kissed him anyway. The doorbell rang again. Finn gently pushed her off of him and stood up to get it. Kurt and Brittany were there.
"Britt?" Santana asked, no longer annoyed. Kurt smiled.
"We wanted to see the Hudson/Lopez offspring, after all, we agreed to be their community," Kurt said. Brittany nodded.
"I was going to drive over but I forgot how to so Boo gave me a lift," Brittany said. Santana and Finn exchanged a look.
"Who's 'Boo'?" Finn asked.
"That's my nickname," Kurt said and shrugged. Finn let them in. Hayden was awake still. Santana took him out and gazed down at him lovingly.
"Hayd, some people are here to see you and your sister," she said. He looked so much like Finn. She brought him over to Brittany and Kurt.
"This is Hayden, Finn's mini-me," Santana said. Hayden let out a squeal.
"You are going to have the lungs of your momma and the voice of your daddy," Kurt said and scooped the baby into his arms.
"I hope so," Finn said. Brittany was squinting at the baby.
"So is he yours or Finn's?" Brittany asked Santana.
"Both of ours," Santana laughed. On the baby monitor, Julianna cried. Finn sprinted upstairs to get her. He carried her down; she stopped crying when she was in her father's arms. Kurt stepped closer to look at her, still being careful of Hayden in his arms.
"Whoa, San, she looks like you," Brittany said happily. Santana smiled.
Santana cleared the table after dinner; they were alone since Finn's mom was out on a date with Burt, again. Hayden and Julianna were asleep. She started to walk into the kitchen carefully, making sure not to drop a plate. Finn let his gaze trail down her. Santana caught him and he paused, but she was grinning and he finished his look before turning away. Santana proudly walked into the kitchen, beaming to herself. Once she had placed the dishes in the dishwasher she came back in and twirled Finn's chair around she he was facing her. She placed her hands on either of the arm rests and leaned down so that their noses were barely touching.
"It's the first night that they've slept quietly, so far," she said. Finn ran a hand through her hair.
"You ready for school tomorrow?" he asked, distracted by how close she was without touching him.
"Uh huh…I missed you today when you and Rachel were practicing," she whispered. Finn leaned in to kiss her. She kissed him quickly and then lifted her hands from the chair and walked into the living room.
"San, wait," he said and ran in after her. His mom had left on the slow song that she used to teach him how to slow dance when he was little. Finn pulled Santana close and turned up the song.
"Finn?" Santana asked. Finn kissed her softly before starting to dance. He was clumsy, but not at this. He had learned this when he was so little that he could do it in his sleep. Her head rested on his shoulder. His phone started to blast Rachel's ringtone but he didn't pick it up. Hope rose in Santana as he continued to ignore the ring. The song ended and Santana lifted her head to kiss him but before she could Finn walked slowly to his phone to call Rachel back. Santana went upstairs and curled into a ball on the bed. Minutes later Finn came in.
"Hey, I was wondering where you went," he whispered. He kissed her. She fell asleep quickly with his arms around her.
"Finn and Rachel have probably seven solos so, take it away guys," Mr. Schue said.
"Not seven, just three that we have brought past perfection," Rachel said. The choreography was too close quarters for Santana. Rachel was in Finn's ultra personal bubble, a place reserved for holding the twins and holding Santana. Santana could not deny that the song was amazing. At the end, Finn and Rachel hugged. Santana felt a lump well in her throat. Finn lifted Rachel off of the ground and spun her around. Santana snapped the pen that was in her hands, with a nod of approval from Quinn and another from Mr. Schue, Santana walked from the room. Once she was in the hallway she sprinted to the auditorium. She sat on the edge of the stage in tears. She closed her eyes. She jumped when she felt arms slip around her waist. Finn was there.
"I keep hurting you. I keep saying that Rachel is out of the picture and then I bring her back in," Finn said, frustrated. Santana nodded.
"You don't know how bad it hurts," Santana said under her breath, hoping he wouldn't hear.
Finn stood in the auditorium by himself. He pressed play. He found a song that perfectly expressed what he needed to tell Santana.
Wrap me in a bolt of lightning
Send me on my way still smiling
Maybe that's the way I should go,
Straight into the mouth of the unknown
I left the spare key on the table
Never really thought I'd be able to say
I merely visit on the weekends
I lost my whole life and a dear friend
I've said it so many times
I would change my ways
No, nevermind
God knows I've tried
Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say. So, I'll be on my way
I finally put it all together,
But nothing really lasts forever
I had to make a choice that was not mine,
I had to say goodbye for the last time
I kept my whole life in suitcase,
Never really stayed in one place
Maybe that's the way it should be,
You know I live my life like a gypsy
I've said it so many times
I would change my ways
No, nevermind
God knows I've tried
Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say. So, I'll be on my way
I'll always keep you inside, you healed my
Heart and my life... And you know I try.
Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say. So, I'll be on my way
So, I'll be on my way
So, I'll be on my way
Finn looked up; Santana was standing in the aisle. She ran up to the stage. Finn bent down and she brought his face crashing down to hers. He pulled her onto the stage, not breaking apart the kiss.
"I'm sorry," He said. Santana wasn't sure that it was over yet, but at least he was trying. Her Finn was trying.
Finn broke apart the kiss and Santana placed his head on her lap, stroking his face with her hands and planting kisses all over his face.
