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Chapter 2: The End of Finnocence

Finn and Santana were both holding a glass of punch. There were exchanging flirtatious innuendos very openly. The boy sipped all the red liquid in a long gulp.

'' Is it getting hot in here or is it just me." He said softly, only for Santana to hear.

''That's because I'm hot; I always have that effect on boys.

Finn continued to drink his punch greedily, licking his lips. He couldn't help but smiling at the girl who was obviously onto him. Santana took a step closer, lifting herself on her toes.

"Finnocence, you know, we can go somewhere else and make ourselves more comfortable" She whispered heavily in the tall boy's hears. Hearing those words, ne nearly choked himself with his punch. Some people turned to them.

"It's ok, I'm okay" He said trying to regain his composure.

The people went back to their discussion while Santana went behind him and started to pat his back.

"Yes, you're hot like hell'' the boy thought a little bit too loud.

Santa had a vixen smile, obviously she had heard him.

"It was out loud, wasn't it? Finn said, looking at his feet.

"Yes tiger, it was" said the girl smiling, getting closer and closer, bringing his chin back up, forcing him to like at her, stopping close to her lips.

He couldn't help but staring intensely at the girl, barely undressing her with his eyes. Santana was looking at him like she wanted to eat him alive. It made him feel weird at first and but then really good and damn sexy. For the first time in a while, he felt confident, in control. Those words had almost made him forget the situation he was in, the break-up mess.

This thought made him stepped back, his throat still aching from the cough. Finn went to the punch bowl to get refill. God, he was so thirsty and god the punch was so delicious…

He refilled his glass and took a sip. His eyes fumbled across the room. Then it hit him like a tone of bricks. He saw Rachel and she was with Puck, again... He seemed to be comforting her. He was holding two glasses. He was standing really near the brown haired girl. No, wait I minute, I was holding her. Her face coiled on his chest. Finn saw his best friend lay down the two glasses of beverage and attach his strong and muscular arms around her. Again, he couldn't help but starring to this who pleaded for forgiveness. She loves him, right. Bullshit... With that, he took another sip of his drink.

''You know how he comforts girls, don't you?" Santana had just arrived near him and the punch bowl.

"I can assure you that she's going to enjoy it. He's pretty good with little girls, Ask Quinn. I wonder if he will be able to find a way to shut her up during…" Santana added smiling and laughing.

Finn drank all his punch and dragged Santana by the hand and brought her out of the room tipsily.

He was going to shut her up and he knew how. He knew how she could comfort him. After all, why would he deny himself a piece of ass? He wanted to have fun too, the kind of fun that Rachel was going to have with puck… She had already allowed that shithead to taste the icing of her cake and now she was going to give it all to him, cherry on top. So, why wouldn't he eat an indecent meal? He was hungry, hungry to show the girls how he could be better than puck. He was going to make the Latina forget all about Puck with big bangs of his pelvis. He was going to make her scream his name, FINN, than he would be the leader of the pack, the ladies man, worth it… Or, at least, feel like it…

He took an eager and tipsy Santana into the guestroom of Mr. Shuster house slamming the door as hard as he could behind them. He figured that, this way, Rachel would know. She would know where he was; with whom and what he was doing…He would be the first to get to revenge. He would be the one to win.

Entering the room, Santana nearly jump on him, tearing up his clothes. He answered to her devouring kiss as hard and with as more tong as he could. She nailed him on the bed, touching him everywhere her eager hands could venture. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the raw desire that ran through him.

When he opened his eyes, it wasn't Santana who was sitting on him, topless, it was Rachel, smiling. Then he sits up and kissed her gently, caressing her torso, her leg, her soft pale skin. He nibbled on her neck, play with her hair, took a deep breath in. He holds her close and stand still for a couple of second. Then he opened his eyes again and Santana was back on top of him with a blank expression on her face.

''Do you want to fuck or what QB?" Santana said sighing.

Finn felt queasy. He rose up, still in his boxes, and went to the bathroom who was communicating with the bedroom. He threw up. He stayed on his knees in front of the bowl for a couple of minutes. He felt ashamed. A million of questions and ideas went down his brain, or what was left of it. If he wanted to have sex with Santana so much than why did he saw Rachel's face while cuddling?

"Rachel, always Rachel" he thought, angrily. She was still messing his life up. But, she wouldn't mess up his sex life. He stood up and went near the door of the bedroom.

"Maybe I shouldn't go through with this. No, you have to. Don't let her screw you. Get laid! You know she's probably screaming someone else's name right now. Enter this room and be a man, for once." a little voice in his mind told him. He took a deep breath in… 1, 2, 3.

He opened the door. Santana was sitting on the bed, totally naked, legs half parted, holding a magazine. He couldn't move. The only part of him that moved was his little friend really wanted to say HI to the Latina. Santana stood up and went near Finn. She went toward him between circling him between her and the bed. She lifted her hand on Finn's head, roughly fumbling his hair and let it make its way down till she reached a very specific region that Finn's use to call "his pole business". She grabbed the rigid cotton of his white underwear and dragged it down, revealing her main interest. Then, she pushed him, forcing him to lie down on the bed.

"Now let's get down to business Frankenteen."

Whit those words whispered huskily in his ears, she rose above the boy and started to kiss him, almost biting him. He shifted position to be on top of her rapidly, sucking at her neck. They were tossing and turning, both eager for control, fighting. It made Finn feel awkward. Was sex supposed to always be like this or was it supposed to be sweet, like a warm and tender experience, a sharing moment not a constant fight for first attacks. Santana was hot, she knew what she wanted and he knew that. But, this time, this time he wanted to feel, not to undergo sex, not that it was that dad, but, for him, it had left something to be desire.

As much as he knew what sex was like with Santa, he knew that it would have been different with Rachel. "Rachel always Rachel". He knew that, with sweet Rachel, it would have been like a warm and tender act and not a run to finish line.

As much as it hurt him, and it hurt him as hell, he decided to do what he wanted to avoid but what would make this crazy situation better, for him at least. He decided that he was going to have sex with Rachel. Finn shifted position to stand above Santa who was still devouring him, he extended his right arm and hand to the lamp on the coffee table near the bed and he turned out the light on Santana only to open his eyes, arms and mind to Rachel.

"Rachel, always Rachel"

However, what he did for better, turned for worst…