Finn woke up hating himself. He dug his fingers into his hair. He had dreamt of Rachel, when Santana was sleeping next to him. He wanted to attack his mind for this. Santana woke up and kissed him, stopping his train of thought.
"You dreamed of her again," Santana murmured and rubbed her nose against his. Finn loved how she opened up so much more when he was around.
"I'm so sorry," Finn apologized. He stood up and looked at her, watching her stare up at him joyously. She stood up too. She put both hands on the wall, one on either side of Finn's broad shoulders. She kissed him slowly.
"Who is it that sleeps in your bed and gets to hear you say 'I love you'? Who is it that carried your children for nine months?" Santana murmured, sounding kinder that Finn ever would've believed.
"You," he said and kissed her again. They fit so perfectly together, moved with the same rhythm. How had it been him and Quinn when it was so obvious now that it was Santana who was made for him? Santana pulled away, needing air. She smiled mischievously at him and picked up Julianna from her crib. Her mind was filled with dizzying joy from that one little word, "You".
At school, Rachel sang her heart out to Finn. Santana pulled away, letting them have their moment. She was so afraid that he wouldn't come back but so sure that the more she meddled the more Rachel would try.
"You are so much more lenient than anyone expects of you," a voice interrupted Santana's internal turmoil. Santana turned to look at Artie and Tina.
"Thanks," Santana replied and felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth.
"We all sided with you, it wasn't right for Rachel to interfere, it still isn't right," Artie said.
"I can trust Finn to come back to me," Santana murmured, not lamenting on her internal fears.
"We know," Tina smiled. Quinn went over to Finn and taped him on the shoulder, asking him a question. Finn nodded and answered, his gaze landing on Santana. He came back over to her. He wound his fingers with hers.
When Julianna and Hayden were one years old, Julianna was walking and both had said their first words.
"Mama," Julianna asked and Santana scooped her up. Finn was playing with Hayden; they were in Mr. Schue's new house.
"Julanna," Hayden called out to his sister, earning a smile from her. Finn laughed at Hayden's name for Julianna.
"Hey, buddy. You want to see your sister?" Finn asked.
"No. Daddy," Hayden said and Finn pulled Hayden onto his lap. The rest of the glee club was there too and they laughed. Emma came out with Megan, who walked over to Quinn.
"Angel Quinn," Megan said eagerly, that was her usual name for Quinn. Quinn smiled weakly, part of her always temporarily faded whenever she saw Megan.
"Hi, Megan," Quinn said.
"Kurt!" Megan squealed happily. She saw the others and her face lit up even more.
"Britt, Matt, Mike, 'Cedes, Artie, Tina, Rashel, Puck," She gurgled, slipping up on the names slightly.
"Hi Megan," they all said before she walked over to Santana and Finn.
"Tana!" She said. Santana laughed. The glee club stared after Santana in awe, hearing her laugh was still rare for them even though Finn was so used to it.
Santana found Quinn talking to Puck.
"Puck, no. I'm sorry, but I just don't like you like that," Quinn said and shouldered past Puck.
"Damn! What is it with my girls rejecting me? First you, now Quinn," Puck said. Santana stiffened.
"Puck, I never was yours," Santana said and went to find Finn.
Finally at home, Santana was on the couch, her head in Finn's lap, as he stroked her hair.
"No one is used to you being so happy," Finn said suddenly. Santana stared into his deep brown eyes.
"I wouldn't be happy if it weren't for you. I'd still be cold and people would think that I'm a bitch," Santana said. Finn looked truly distraught at that idea.
"If anyone calls you a bitch I will rip them apart," he said, well, growled really.
"Finn, calm down. I could take care of it, plus I have been bitchy in the past," She said and smiled teasingly at him.
"I still would punch 'em in the face," Finn said. Santana laughed and rolled her eyes playfully.
"Okay, whatever you say," she said. Finn smiled his crooked grin and held her hand, figuring that this was the perfect image for how he felt about her, because it was true, he loved her.
They loved each other
